Since ancient times, the Zhongzhou Continent has been the center of the luck of the human race.

Beizhou, there is a distance from Zhongzhou to a yellow sand wasteland, the feng shui is bizarre, the primeval jungle is dense, and there are many monsters.

Unlike the Gu Kingdom Demon Sect in Xizhou, he is the entrenchment of many demons.

Demons are divided into three categories: monsters, ghosts, and monsters.

Eight hundred years ago, the place where the two immortals and demons fought each other, I don't know how many monks fell here, it can be said that the corpses are all over the field, a hundred years have passed, and now Beizhou has become the old land of monsters, and the place occupied by the Northern Wolf Empire is only a small part of Beizhou.

Monsters are similar to ghosts, some of them are formed after death, while others are naturally formed, born from unknown Yellow Springs.

The people of the Northern Wolf have always been eroded by monsters, and every few years, monsters will explode.

This is the reason why the Northern Wolf Empire has been eyeing the south with the intention of going south.

Zhongzhou has the protection of the Xianmen, while Beizhou has nothing, and the strength of the monks is much worse than that of the Zhongzhou sect.

Half of the territory of the northern state is high and sturdy city walls, and the other half is pitch black primeval jungle, sparsely populated, looking dangerous, and only monks are qualified to enter and explore.

At the junction of the two flows a large yellow river, at the end of the river, the flow is gentle, as far as the eye can see, like a lakeside.

The name of the river is "Yellow Spring".

It is rumored that the Yellow Spring gushed out of the eighteenth layer of hell and turned into a river, giving birth to a lot of demons, making more and more demons here.

At this moment, the surface of the river was "gurgling" bubbling, and a miserable white hand stretched out from the river.

Then there was a whole body, and with a "bang", the figure escaped directly.

A man stood naked and unclothed, suspended in the air.

Soon a demonic wind blew, and the leaves of the surrounding jungle were all stirred, and the purple demonic qi gathered into a lacquer-purple robe, covering the body.

The man is tall, looks extremely young, handsome and free, and has a powerful aura on his body, but that pair of eyes, inexplicably deep in vicissitudes, with an old age that does not fit this age.

The young man slowly landed on the ground, his face was annoyed, and he said in a deep voice:

"Damn Wuji Immortal Sect, wait for me, sooner or later, this seat will let your inheritance be cut off, Wuji Sect, even if you cultivate high, the limit of this seat has arrived, why don't you, this seat wants to see if you fall first, or if I Chu Yin will sit first."

The identity of the young man is the old demon of the Netherworld who was taught by Wuji to kill the flesh with one palm.

Although his body is dead, the Yuan Ying and the divine soul are still intact, and the Wuxiang Demon Skill allows him to have multiple stand-ins, and if he doesn't find out all his stand-ins, he can't die.

Ever since he was suppressed by the Wuji Sect, his stand-in has awakened.

It's just that it takes a lot of time to get used to the new body, and this is also the weakest period of time.

He stayed here until the moment when his cultivation was restored.

The world could not have imagined that the Netherworld Old Demon would place a stand-in in the most dangerous place in the Yellow Springs of Beizhou.

It was also one of his major hiding places.

Back then, he took away the beloved apprentice of an immortal ancestor, and it was here that he escaped the pursuit of the five great ancestors.

"This body is still a Heavenly Spirit Root, I forgot that it was robbed hundreds of years ago, and the body was eaten by corpse eaters."

The Nether Demon glanced at the gnawing marks on his arm, shook his head, and stopped dwelling.

"Forget it, make do with it, and then change it to another pair, Da Yan Xiao'er, I'm going to settle your body!"

Zhao Huai's face appeared in his mind, and he said hatefully.

He has been sneaking for thousands of years, rarely overturning, and Zhao Huai is one of the few guys who let him plant.

The other party actually has a stand-in!

It is a great shame that he let him run away because of his momentary negligence!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

At this time, there was movement in the jungle.

A team of green eyes flickered slightly in the darkness.

Soon, a pale skull poked out, with a bony body and arms full of bone spurs.

It's a moving skeleton!

However, there is not just one, but hundreds.

A large number of green fires shook in the forest.

"It's these crumbs again." The Nether Demon snorted coldly, as if he had become accustomed to it, and did not take these skeletons seriously.

With a wave of his hand, the demonic wind swept away.

Hundreds of skeletons shattered suddenly, and bones were scattered all over the ground.

But before it was over, a pair of jumping red fiery eyes appeared, the aura was much stronger, bathed in darkness, and the body was tall, reaching ten meters.

At the same time, a large amount of yin and evil qi gathered from all directions.

"Dingding!"

The crisp sound of bells rang out in the dark forest.

"Here we go again, these ghosts and monsters are really boring."

The Nether Demon pouted.

Skeleton giants, dangling ghost sedan chairs, and flickering black shadows appeared in the field of vision one by one.

"Ghost King?"

The moment he saw the ghost sedan chair, even the ghost old demon had to become serious.

Ghosts are divided into six categories: small ghosts, red-clothed ghosts, blue-faced ghosts, purple-bodied fierce ghosts, and black-eyed ghost kings.

Corresponds to the six realms of the monk.

This ghost king can be compared to the realm of the gods.

If his strength has not been damaged, the Netherworld Old Demon is not afraid, and he can suppress it casually.

However, after the seizure, the cultivation was only half restored.

It can be hit, but it is not necessary.

"Forget it, it's time to get out of here."

The Nether Old Demon didn't linger any longer, turned into a purple cloud of demonic smoke, and fled directly.

The ghost sedan chair and the skeleton giant below had no intention of chasing after them, but walked straight to the depths of the Yellow Spring.

The Netherworld Old Demon was on the sky, glanced at the monsters and monsters in the forest, and wondered, "These ghosts have to gather for a period of time every once in a while, why is this?" ”

Although he is a demon cultivator, he has nothing to do with demons, and he doesn't understand it, so it has absolutely nothing to do with it.

If he kills his people, the demons will not pay attention to him, and the demons will eat people, and he will not care, and the well water will not interfere with the river water.

But soon he shook his head.

What the demon does, it's his business.

His body flew at a rapid pace, streaked across the sky, and came to the realm of the Northern Wolf Empire.

There happened to be a mountain peak in front of me, and there were people on it, and there were many women among them.

It should be a sect.

But if it can be opened in this kind of place, it should not be a serious sect, but a demon sect.

But the old demon didn't care, his miserable white and handsome face suddenly laughed evilly.

He adjusted his expression, trying to make himself look like Yushu was in the wind.

On the ground, several women with beautiful faces flew in the mountains, and when they saw the Netherworld Old Demon, they all showed surprised expressions.

But did not run away.

"Hello girls."

The Nether Demon greeted with a grin.

"Presumptuous! This is the territory of the Heavenly Demon Palace, and anyone who steps into it is a capital crime, so don't leave quickly! ”

The purple-dressed woman led by her couldn't feel the breath of the young man in front of her, her face changed, and she reminded coldly.

The Netherworld Old Demon raised his eyebrows and said, "Heavenly Demon Palace? Is it the head of the extremely strict Demon Gate, this seat goes south and north, whether it is a person from the Immortal Gate or a Demon Gate, as long as the person who wants to kill from this seat, it is not wrong to kill it, not to mention, this is just a branch of the Heavenly Demon Palace? ”

He had just come out of the customs and was in need of a lot of supplements to regain his strength.

Heaven and earth spiritual objects are not easy to find, but women are everywhere, and it is also a good choice.

After saying that, he immediately planned to do it.

At this moment, a faint voice sounded: "Chu Youming, I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still like this, obscene and shameless." ”

With a very discordant voice, the face of the Netherworld Old Demon became gloomy, and his divine sense spread out, and he found that above the Spirit Peak, there was a secret mansion shrouded in mist, and in front of the door was a pool of blood.

"False praise, since you are here on duty, then I will let them go for the time being."

The appearance of a blood-colored monster suddenly appeared in the old demon's mind, and he laughed and turned around.

Before, he might have been able to fight, but now, forget it.

"Old friends, don't you sit down?"

The voice in the secret mansion said indifferently.

"Sitting on a ghost, the guy who knows how to suck blood."

The old demon turned into a streamer of light and was about to leave.

But a blood-colored head flew out of the secret mansion and shot at it with a sharp whistling sound.

The blood-colored skull drew hundreds of red threads, overwhelmingly pressing towards the Netherworld Old Demon.

"Great, the Lord of the Ten Palaces has made a move."

The woman in the purple dress watching the battle in the air said in surprise.

You must know that there are a total of thirty-six palaces in the Heavenly Demon Palace, but not every sub-palace has a palace master, as long as there is a palace master in charge, it is absolutely unshakable, because each palace master is a great power in the world, and his cultivation is bottomless.

The Nether Demon looked at the red thread behind him, and was about to trap himself.

With a flicker of eyes, the void took things, and a purple gourd appeared in his hand.

When the bottle was opened, a strange purple mist gushed out.

The purple mist turned into a big hand, grabbed the silk thread in the sky, and wanted to break free.

"Whew!"

At this moment, the blood-colored head like a meteor rushed directly and hit the body of the Netherworld Old Demon.

"Poof!"

Make him spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Netherworld Old Demon's expression became weak, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Blood Slaughter, what the hell do you want to do!" ”

In the secret mansion, a figure shrouded in blood mist escaped in front of the Netherworld Old Demon, and said indifferently:

"The master wants to see you."

"Master?"

The Nether Demon was stunned for a moment.

The master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, that is

Demon Lord?

The devil wants to see him?

"Run!"

This was the first reaction of the Nether Boss.

The matter of the demon lord is definitely not a good thing.

The body turned into a cloud of purple smoke, and it was about to dissipate.

The blood mist figure swiped with five fingers, and the purple smoke immediately gathered again.

"You can't go, today's bureau is specially set up for you."

The Blood Mist figure said coldly, so he crushed the teleportation charm.

The world swirled.

The Nether Demon came to a dark space.

Here the sky is blood-red, there is a red moon hanging high, and a large number of halls are arranged among the mountains.

It's surprising that there is such a place in this world.

The Nether Demon's eyelids jumped.

It is said that no one knows where the headquarters of the Heavenly Demon Palace is.

Now I'm here.

The blood mist figure tugged at the Netherworld Old Demon and came to a black-tiled hall.

As soon as I entered the door, I raised my eyes to see two columns of gods on the left and right.

It is tall and majestic, tens of meters high, with different shapes and postures.

The wolf roars like a wolf, the statue of a person who plays the piano and covers his ears, and the statue of a man-eating demon

In the end, they came to an open magic mountain, and the intricate formations were all over the mountain.

"Master, the man has been brought."

The blood mist figure came to the door of the Demon Mountain and bowed.

"Whoa!"

The Nether Old Demon heard the sound of chains tugging.

An extremely hoarse and deep voice rang out:

"Where are the descendants of Yanzu?"

It's very direct, without a bit of politeness and verboseness, and it hits the nail on the head.

The Nether Old Demon looked at the blood mist next to him, his eyes filled with questions, as if there were many questions.

"Talk back."

The blood mist figure didn't mean to explain, and said coldly.

"I don't know."

The Nether Demon muttered, reluctantly.

He really poured blood mold, he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out, and everything went wrong.

He has always forced others to ask, where is there being coerced?

"Oh? I don't know, I don't know, I took him and fed it to the demon Jiao. ”

The voice in the magic mountain said coldly.

"Yes!"

The Blood Mist figure lifted the body of the Nether Old Demon and was about to walk out.

The Netherworld Old Demon was startled, his back was covered with cold sweat, and he hurriedly said:

"I was also tricked by that kid, I don't know what means he used, he hid his luck, give me time, give me time and I will definitely find it!"

"The way I am now, it's all because of him, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been injured like this by the ancestor of the Wuji Immortal Sect."

"You don't have much time, you keep an eye on him in the blood slaughter, and you must find the ancestral weapon"

The voice in the magic mountain was very cold, and after finishing speaking, there was no sound, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep again.

The blood mist figure got the order, turned his head to the Netherworld Old Demon and said: "This descendant of the Great Yan is different from the previous dynasties, he has the awakened bloodline of the Yan Ancestor in his body, so the ancestral weapon of the Yan Ancestor is in his hands, it can play a big role, the Heavenly Demon Palace will help you, but I hope you don't find the wrong person and mess things up." ”

"Understood."

When the Netherworld Old Demon heard this, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that he was looking for his own help, and this posture thought that his life was not guaranteed.

In the final analysis, it was the people of the Heavenly Demon Palace who were eyeing the ancestral weapon.

If they plug in their feet, it won't prevent them from getting the ancestral weapon.

This deal is not a loss.

It's just that what makes him curious.

What kind of cultivation is the demon lord, and why has he been sleeping?

Could it be that the Demon Lord is sealed here?

Or rather, what kind of grudge is there between Yan Zu and the Demon Lord?

He thought about it, but he didn't come to a conclusion, so he had to give up.

Hundreds of years of grievances, can't be sorted out, can't be sorted out

Time flies, a year later.

The Great Yan in the south has formed a strong situation with the Great Xia and the Northern Wolf in the north, and there is no national war, and there is only a small fight.

For a whole year, the three maintained a delicate balance.

The Empress of Great Xia was wise and martial, and it only took half a year to restore production in the north, gradually regain the lost land, and recreate peace and prosperity.

It's just that the ten northern states can't get it back for the time being, and they are at risk of the northern wolf going south at any time.

At the same time there are eight months.

The empress announced that she would no longer be in the early dynasty.

All major events can be decided by one person and sent to the palace.

This has left many ministers confused and do not understand why.

The Great Yan in the south has been sharpening his knives internally in order to recover.

It is worth noting that the number of times that the disciples of the Immortal Sect appear in the secular world is frequent, but the trace is towards Beizhou, and most of the monks do not know what happened.

The peaceful time in Zhongzhou made many demons hide and do not reappear.

The Raven Cult has revived, appearing in both the north and the south at the same time, with great momentum.

The strange thing is that Prince Dayan, who was born a year ago and led the restoration of Da Yan, who was burdened with the fortunes of the country, had no news at all.

There are also many monks who pay attention to this matter, and the name of Prince Dayan is not only spread in the world, but also famous in the immortal sect.

The monks found out from the gossip that this Great Yan Prince was different from the previous ones.

It is the true bloodline of the Yan Ancestor, and the talent is demonic, comparable to the true legend of the Immortal Gate.

The world-famous Prince Dayan has not heard any news in this year.

It's very low-key, and I don't know what I'm doing.

Nanyu Mansion.

Yantang Manor.

The house of the manor is quite large, looking at the rockery and waterfall in the distance, the bamboo is upright, the stream is murmuring in the ear, and the birds are singing clearly.

Every flower, grass, brick and stone here is unique.

In the house, the four walls of famous paintings, elegant and uninhibited, the ground black stone grinding surface, the light can shine people.

A treasure mirror is floating in the air.

Suddenly, the light flickered.

A man in a white robe appeared in the room, smiling.

"It's finally out."

Zhao Huai came alive and made a "crackling" sound.

This year, he spent most of his time cultivating.

Alchemy, cultivation, rest.

Cycle.

All the affairs of the Great Flame are left to the people below to do.

As a result, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds.

I came to the great consummation of foundation building.

The refining revolution also came to the seventh time.

Ning Dan seven turns.

The meridians, bones, and internal organs turned golden.

The phantom of a golden pill had already appeared in the sea of qi.

Now as long as he wants, he can break through to the Jindan realm at any time.

On the surface, he had been cultivating for a year, but in fact he had to spend another year or so.

If it weren't for the limited number of spirit stones, he could stay in the small world and cultivate every day.

You can only practice for a fixed number of hours a day.

Now in the foundation building realm, he is an invincible existence.

The inferior Jindan monk, and no one is his opponent.

Except that he didn't condense the real Jindan, he was basically no different from a Jindan monk.

It's just that it took him three months, and he has been stagnant at the seventh turn, and he can no longer improve.

It seems that the end has been reached.

Eight turns are in front of you.

As long as you reach the eighth turn, you can become a myth in the current immortal cultivation world.

As far as he knew, there was currently no Eighth Turning Golden Pill in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

He's going to be the first.

"Your Highness, you're finally out of the customs."

A suave voice rang out.

As soon as Zhao Huai looked up, he found that it was Song Zhishu.

I haven't seen Song Zhishu for a year, and his beard has grown a lot, and his appearance has matured a lot.

It looks like it's going to be able to do it on its own now.

"Your Highness, the woman you have been asking us to find for a long time, in the past six months, we finally have a clue."

Song Zhishu arched his hand.

"Any news from Madame?"

Hearing this, Zhao Huai's eyes lit up, and he said with a short breath.

PS: Push the propulsion, officially entering the middle stage.