The surface of the lake was sparkling, the breeze blew away the smell of blood, and the holy woman asked the people to clean up the thirty-eight corpses of the Xiaoyao Immortal Palace, and this small world finally returned to its original tranquility.

It's actually a very strange place, and although it is isolated, it also has clear skies and large clouds.

What kind of characters created this small world?

Without waiting for Zong Yang to be curious, the attitude of these other people towards him was enough for him to be confused, only to see them kneeling on the ground together, seeing Zong Yang as if he were a god.

"Thank you for protecting our people once again." The saint bowed her head and crossed her hands in front of her chest.

"Again?" Zong Yang was puzzled.

The holy woman raised her head and looked directly at Zong Yang, smiled, and pointed to the stone statue on the other side of the lake with one hand.

Zong Yang turned around and saw the stone statue that looked more like himself, and he was in a daze for a long time.

The other world carried out a solemn cremation of the dead people, and Zong Yang was enshrined by them in the highest wooden building in the center of the village, which revealed a kind of simplicity, and there were inscriptions erected on the four walls, which were not engraved with divine scripts or mortal characters, and there were many strips of cloth hanging down on the beams, embroidered with patterns, and there were steps on the high platform inside, and there was a beautifully carved chair on the platform.

In the evening, the other world invited Zong Yang and the three of them, drinking and carnival in the open space in front of the big wooden building, as if to forget the sadness and pain of the day, Yuan Ben left Zong Yang and ran out to eat, drink and have fun, and the slave took a plate of food, quietly went to the nearby roof, and left Zong Yang alone in the building to drink.

Yuan Ben ate the most enjoyable, the food on his table was piled up, and when he was drinking, he held the altar of wine in one hand and bit a chicken leg in the other, walked back to the big wooden building slowly, sat on the steps paved with a blanket under Zong Yang, and took a sip with Zong Yang, and said solemnly: "Big brother, don't take such a risk in the future." ”

Zong Yang sat down beside Yuan Ben with the wine jar, hooked his shoulders and back, and responded: "Okay." ”

After chatting a few words, Yuan Ben left with peace of mind, and Zong Yang poured a sip of wine alone, and his thoughts surged. The big golden wheel that forcibly carried the second palace lord did take a lot of danger, and killed the second palace master, but also relied on the abundance of the power of the sun in his body, and made a preemptive strike, and thanks to the fact that the second palace lord was not good at close combat, he was grinded by Yanyue until he was exhausted. However, whether it is sword intent or the power of the sun, for the current realm of Zongyang, it has reached a bottleneck state, if you want to go to the next level, in addition to breaking through to the realm of the Ten Directions Dao Monarch, as mentioned in "Huang Yin Zhenren on Sword Intent Creation", it is necessary to cultivate the main soul that is closely related to sword intent and absorbing the power of the sun.

Thinking of this, Zong Yang remembered the "Divine and Demon Formula" obtained by the Immortal Palace, which was the cultivation of the divine soul.

What is the origin of this "Divine and Demon Formula", Zong Yang plans to find an opportunity to ask Nu'er.

At this time, the holy woman walked in, saw Zong Yang sitting on the steps uninhibitedly, and smiled.

People from other worlds have an insurmountable awe of Zong Yang, and this holy woman has only respect for Zong Yang.

Zong Yang got up awkwardly and walked down the steps.

The holy woman bowed back, keeping a certain distance from Zong Yang, Zong Yang smiled slightly: "No need to be like this, I am just an ordinary person, it seems that there is a misunderstanding." ”

"Misunderstanding?" The saint raised her head, her eyes clear.

"Yes." Zong Yang didn't dare to look at the saint more, such a face, it was blasphemy to look at it more. He took another sip and wiped the spilled wine from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

The saint looked at Zong Yang a little fascinated, from childhood to adulthood, but whenever there are joys and sorrows, she will share with the stone statue, she often fantasizes about what kind of person he is, after becoming a saint, but also because of all the records about him, fascinated for a long time.

"I should only look like that stone statue, I came to save you because I was guided by a master who attained enlightenment, and I came to the land of forsaken for the first time, and I came here." Zong Yang explained.

When the saint heard this, she did not speak, her eyes changed, and finally she said, "You promised to protect our people, and when our people were in danger, you did come. ”

Zong Yang knew that he had failed to persuade him, and asked, "Can you tell me a story about him?" It's the stone statue. Of course, if I could, I'd like to know about you as well. ”

The saint frowned and thought for a while and then agreed, and said: "My clan is the descendant of the demon god left in the mortal world after the war of gods and demons ten thousand years ago, at that time, there was still demonic energy in the land of heaven forsaken, mortals could not enter, our clan lived peacefully under the protection of the land of heaven forsaken, and then the demon energy became less and less, because the grudge between the clan and the mortals was too deep, our clan was killed by mortals, and at the moment of almost extinction, it was you who appeared, defeated the mortal strong, and created this small world for our clan." Our clan is grateful to you and carved this stone statue, and since then the clan has forbidden the clan to cultivate, destroying all cultivation methods, because being strong will only bring hatred. ”

"Being strong only brings hatred." Zong Yang repeated this sentence and read it softly: "If the sky is not Dao and not strong, it can only be reduced to a dog." ”

If Zong Yang hadn't been strong, he would have died in Wanjin Tower a long time ago. However, he seemed unable to refute this sentence that the Holy Maiden had bought with blood and tears.

These good-natured people should be protected, but I didn't expect them to be descendants of the Demon God.

Zong Yang suddenly thought of something, and said to the holy woman: "It seems that you have indeed misunderstood, if I was so powerful, I wouldn't have had to work so hard to kill that bad guy before, not to mention that I only lived for more than ten years." ”

The saint blinked her beautiful eyes, as if she felt the same way, but asked rhetorically, "Are you reincarnated?" ”

Reincarnated Xuanzhi Xuanzhi Xuanzhi, Zong Yang wanted to deny it with a smile, but suddenly remembered the demon seed in his body, and couldn't help but ask himself: "Am I really just an ordinary person who was picked up and raised by Master?!" ”

Zong Yang's gaze fell on the demon pattern on his right arm, smiled embarrassedly, and poured another sip of wine.

The saint said abruptly: "You are also suspicious? ”

Zong Yang was taken aback, he didn't show a look, but how did she know what I was thinking?!

The saint smiled shyly and replied, "I'm sorry, I was born to read what others are thinking, I'm sorry." ”

"It's fine." Zong Yang didn't mind, but asked with a smile: "I don't know your name yet, my name is Zong Yang." ”

"Ling."

……

Just stayed in this small world for two nights, and Zong Yang said to his son, he would leave tomorrow.

Yuan Ben quickly integrated here, especially with those two demon tigers, to the point of being called brothers. When Yuan Ben and Ah Da dived into the lake to play, they actually found a black halberd.

Xiao said, this black halberd is left in the clan, there is no owner for 10,000 years, if Yuan Ben likes it, he can take it away.

Yuan Ben quietly approached Zong Yang's side and said, "Big brother, this thing can be used when you barbecue meat." ”

In this way, Yuan Ben finally had a weapon.

At night, he asked Zongyang to come to the lakeshore where fireflies flickered and flickered. Tonight, something is different.

She is a saint in the eyes of the clan, the spiritual pillar of this clan, holy and dignified, but tonight in front of Zong Yang, she showed the gentleness and shyness that a woman should have, and asked Zong Yang with the courage: "Can you take me to see the stars in the night sky." ”

"Yes." Zong Yang seemed to have no reason to refuse.

The fireflies here are sticky, flying around the body is particularly cheerful, the two walked along the stone steps to the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, the cool breeze hit the face, the white clothes fluttered, the saint who had been walking in front suddenly stopped twisting, and said: "I have never left here, nor have I seen the starry sky, listen to them, it is very beautiful." ”

Zong Yang waited quietly, this is the nervousness that a woman should have.

Xiao shyly buried his head and said softly, "I don't dare to step out." ”

Zong Yang smiled slightly, walked to the edge of the cliff, took a step, and the figure disappeared.

The next moment, a volley of hands appeared.

His cheeks were slightly red, he grabbed the hand and stepped out of the cliff.

When she was truly in the world, breathing in the fresh air, looking up at the endless starry sky, she cheered for the first time, completely forgetting that she was a saint.

"Wouldn't it feel better to stand taller?" He asked, gesturing to the top of the mountain.

"Probably so." Zong Yang replied.

"Can you take me up?" Xiao then blinked her beautiful eyes and pleaded, innocent.

Zong Yang adheres to the purpose of men and women not kissing but seeking their own hearts, and finally stepped on the craggy rocks on the top of the mountain with a sigh of relief, and carefully put her down.

Zong Yang looked at the starry sky and was distracted, and when he looked at it, his eyes fell on Zong Yang's side face.

When the two returned to the village, they said that they wanted Zong Yang to see something, took him to the big wooden building, asked him to sit on the stage, and mysteriously said that he must close his eyes before such a thing is brought to him.

Zong Yang thought that it was okay to close his eyes, and I opened my sense.

Unexpectedly, he hurriedly added: "You are not allowed to open your divine sense." ”

Zong Yang complied, sat upright, only to hear Xiao go to the door, close the door, and slowly return step by step.

Why did she have such a strange behavior Zong Yang was puzzled, he didn't know that although the clansmen here no longer cultivated, they still retained the tradition of continuing the strongest bloodline, and selected the most talented woman in the clan as the holy woman, her fate was to combine with the strongest man in the clan, leaving Zong Yang's bloodline, of course, the old people in the clan agreed with 10,000 people, and regarded it as the grace of God, as for why they had such thoughts now, it was because they happened to get the will of the god of the underworld a while ago, and the clan was selecting the strongest warriors here.

The shy Xiao Lanxi came to Zong Yang with hot cheeks.

She has long been mentally prepared for such a fate.

At the same time as Zong Yang slowly opened his eyes, his clothes faded.

Although Zong Yang was a little stunned when he saw the scene in front of him at first glance, he could still calmly realize where he was at the moment, so he hurriedly got up and passed by, took off his black shirt and handed it to her, and dropped the sentence: "Girl, please dress." ”

Needless to blame, Zong Yang still caught a glimpse of some spring, and a damn tube of nosebleeds flowed out.

Zong Yang hurriedly wiped away the nosebleed, walked nervously to the door, and quickly opened and closed the door.

In the firelight, a **** man with a strong upper body stood in the clearing, his tiger eyes burst out angrily, his breathing was rough, and he was holding a javelin in his hand.

After seeing Zong Yang, who was also **** on his upper body, the man's chest suddenly rose and fell rapidly, grinning and revealing his silver teeth, and he was furious, like a fierce beast.

His name is Night Motian, and he has a sister named Night Motian, and the brother and sister went to the big snow mountain outside to kill the big snow bear and brought back the bear heart, and he is definitely the strongest in the clan. When he returned, he learned of a series of events, and he was unmoved, but when he learned that he was going to sacrifice his body tonight, he went berserk. Take away someone more important than his life, then take his life as well.

Zong Yang didn't know who this guy was, but the hostility was obvious.

World War I was inevitable.

The slave who was bored on the roof noticed the movement here and came to Zong Yang's side, but she didn't mean to help, she knew what had happened under the eaves in the past few days.

Night Motian ran with a javelin, roared and threw it at Zong Yang, and then pulled out the dagger at his waist.

Zong Yang didn't mean to pull it out, seeing the javelin flying, he turned sideways, and his right hand quickly poked out, grabbed the javelin, and made it difficult to move forward again.

The night was stunned.

Only the brute force of the night Motian in front of Zong Yang is just a strong baby, when the two sides are close, Zong Yang's left hand put aside the right arm of the night Motian holding the dagger, and the right hand slammed into the chest of the night Motian. Ye Motian staggered back, Zong Yang frowned, this guy's body was strong enough, he slapped forward again, and the strength was properly controlled, Ye Motian flew out upside down and fell to the sky, unable to get up.

Zong Yang threw a word at the slave and asked her to follow.

Coming to the lakeside, Zong Yang was still calming down.

After getting along with each other for a while, Nu'er has some understanding of Zongyang, and teased like the eldest sister to the younger brother: "What? Don't want such a beautiful saint? ”

Zong Yang didn't know that the slave judged from the time that he didn't take the widow, so he replied seriously: "I have principles." ”

Nu'er nodded approvingly, and asked, "What's the matter with calling me here?" ”

"What's next for you?" Zong Yang asked.

The slave looked at the lake, and after three breaths of silence, he said, "I have nowhere to go. ”

Zong Yang exhaled and said, "Then stay here." ”

Nu'er's mood swings are obvious, she wants to stay here, but she doesn't understand how Zong Yang knows, or if it's just a coincidence. In fact, she didn't know, Xiao had already read her thoughts and mentioned them to Zong Yang, Zong Yang wanted to have a Ten Directions Dao Monarch to guard here, which was also good.

"Do you know the Divine and Demon Recipe in the center of the Little Heavenly Soldier Array?" Zong Yang asked.

"I know, it is said to be the supreme cultivation technique in the forbidden land of the Demon Sect." The slave has lived by the side of the palace master for a long time, and of course knows all the secrets.

"Demon Sect things, can't you cultivate?" Zong Yang asked the biggest question in his heart.

The ugly face of the palace master flashed in the slave's mind, she could know that so many secrets were the bishop of the palace, she waved the shadow in her mind, and explained: "It's not all, the world's demon skills were originally passed on from the demon god, of course, there is a proper way of cultivation, just like a sword, it can kill people, it can also save people, whether the devil is not a demon, it is up to your heart to decide, but except for those vicious and evil demon skills." ”

It turned out that the demon attack in the world was transmitted from the demon god, Zong Yang was surprised and then relieved, indeed, isn't the practice in the world's Taoist sect and Buddhism also claimed to come from the gods. Since this is the case, as the descendants of the Demon God, can they cultivate Demon Skills?

"Is there any magic in the Immortal Palace?" Zong Yang asked.

"Of course there are, and they are all precious, but they can't be compared to "Gods and Demons". The slave told the truth.

Zong Yang talked about the past of these demon god descendants and planned to let them cultivate, Nu'er asked, "Since they have made a choice not to cultivate, it should be difficult to change." ”

"Alas...... I don't believe he can protect it. Zong Yang looked up at the stone statue looming on the other side of the lake.

Zong Yang couldn't help but smile and said interestingly: "It's good that they should listen to me." ”

In the early morning of the next day, Zong Yang saw the night skyscraper sitting in the open space in the center of the village.

"What's your name?" Somehow, Zong Yang liked the character of this bronze guy.

The night skyscraper was indifferent.

"My name is Zong Yang."

Ye Motian squinted at the back of this sword on the back of the waist.

"Why, don't you even have the courage to report your name?" The corners of Zong Yang's mouth raised slightly.

"Night skyscraper!"

Zong Yang said with a smile: "Night Motian, remember, to protect the Holy Maiden and protect your clan, you must have great strength!" ”

The night skyscraper tiger eyes burst into light.

Zong Yang found the widow in the big wooden building, and the widow looked very cramped because of the incident last night. Fortunately, Zong Yang picked out and understood her hardships, which made her open her heart. Told what should be entrusted and what should be explained, and finally it was time to part, Xiao told a secret, last night, at that time, Zong Yang's heart subconsciously flashed a woman named Su Ying, she said that this subconscious is not known to me. In fact, there is another secret that Zong Yang has not been able to know.

Farewell to everyone, as when he came, Yu Lan drove Ah Xiao to carry Zongyang Yuanben, Nu'er Imperial Sword, and the four of them returned to Xiaoyao Immortal Palace, at this time this place was not popular, Nu'er led Zong Yang to the treasure room, which has no less than 100 magic skills, eliminating those blood-sucking souls and eating people's hearts and livers, or practicing unrighteous evil methods, there are more than ten left, Zong Yang carefully selected, and finally selected a practice of cultivating the demon body, and cultivated it into a god with a punch in the flesh, for these descendants of the demon gods whose physiques are different from mortals, it should be the right choice. The slave also took Yuan Ben to see the mountains of gold and silver treasures in the treasure room, Yuan Ben was sad and helpless, shouting how many bowls of noodles should he buy! Fortunately, the slave was very good, and gave Yuan Ben a purple gold card, which was more valuable than a silver ticket, and it was said that it contained a small treasury for the life of the palace master, which could be cashed out when he went to the city of innocence.

After taking what should be taken, Zong Yang asked Yuan Ben to destroy the Xiaoyao Immortal Palace, and the two brothers said goodbye to Nuer Lan Axiao and embarked on the return journey back to the City of Innocence.