Time passes.

Zhang Xiang finally stopped his nervousness, and his body slowly relaxed.

In the sky, the red glow like fish scales was layered on top of each other, and for a moment, a spot became as red as blood.

It was not the reason for the rising sun, but a red lotus coming from the west.

It was the karmic fire red lotus of the Hanging Temple.

The world-famous array in Chang'an City was finally unraveled.

But the red lotus did not fly into the city as people imagined, but quietly suspended in the western sky.

The forest mountain lord of the valley without return was like a spear, standing straight on a city wall.

The king sage Rushan is moving, like a green ping floating in the water.

He held the ink-like inkstone in his hand and landed on the ruins of the Demon Suppression Division, and then bowed to everyone.

Several low-level officials hurriedly returned the salute.

After the greetings, Wang Shengren glanced at the deep cave, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an indescribable smile.

Subsequently, the bitter monk of the Hanging Temple and the lord of the forest mountain fell together.

The three of them are here, even if the Demon Lord is in the world, what does it matter.

The meaning of Wang Shengren is not because of the fact that things have been set off, but because of Chang'an City, the behavior of the Daming Palace, which made him a little unhappy or a little unhappy.

Upset, he will laugh.

This is something that many students of the academy know.

Zheng ......

A sword roared.

Everyone looked up and saw that the clouds in the sky were suddenly cut through the middle, like tofu being cut in an instant.

Then, after a few moments, the fish scale cloud slowly gathered and gently lifted the white line.

The person has not arrived, but the sword intent has arrived.

Sharp and gentle, it makes people feel distance, but also half a point of intimacy.

Sword Sect, Cloud Sword Peak Hu Yun Sword.

Zhang Xiang saw it, and the Son of Heaven of Daming Palace raised his eyebrows slightly.

Having been with this majesty for decades, Zhang Xiang knows very well the thoughts in the heart of the Son of Heaven at this moment.

All of this seems to be a lot more interesting.

…

Dugu gently pinched the Vermilion Bird Feather and returned to the Feng Pavilion.

She was very curious and a little nervous, she didn't know how to place this thing, and when she was about to ask the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace, she found that the entire hall was a mess of porridge.

It turned out that these eunuchs and palace maids had not cultivated, and they were frightened by the presence of the demon body, and at this time, many people were still pinching them and hurriedly treating them.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Dugu couldn't help but scold, turned around and walked towards the hall, thinking about the third son as he walked, and he didn't know if he was scared.

When he walked into the hospital, he found that his son was not only not frightened, but his eyes were bright, and he was looking at the visions in the sky that had not yet subsided, and he was discussing something with Shanyuan.

Dugu was a little surprised, it seems that the stupid boy not only inherited his father's appearance, but also had the same temperament.

They are all bold people.

"See, that sword flew here, it was the Sword Sect's extremely bad-tempered, but the sword path cultivation was extremely high, the first seat of Cloud Sword Peak, the next time you meet him, you can't be reckless, be polite, otherwise he will look at you, and his body will be broken in two..."

"Sage Wang, I estimate that it won't be long before your father will let you go to the Academy Palace to study, and then you will have to call him the ancestor."

"As for Lord Lin Shan, it is the old Taoist with a bull's nose who holds Ruyi in his hand, he doesn't meditate on the Yellow Court all day long, he likes to fight, if the Dao Ancestor sees it, his nose will be crooked, no wonder the patriarch can't even let him enter the door of morality."

Shanyuan pointed to the powerhouses in the sky and commented in high spirits.

The little guy probed his brain, one moment surprised, one moment shocked, and the other moment it was impossible to have such an expression.

I also asked some questions in passing.

"Sir, the first seat of the Sword Sect and the Lord of the Forest Mountain, which one is powerful?"

"Of course it's with a sword, because it's pretty."

"What about the monk on the red lotus in the west, why don't you tell me who he is?"

"Phew, don't mention them, it doesn't affect Daoye's mood."

"Well, I heard that among the monks in the world, the monks of the Hanging Temple have the largest pomp, you see that the lotus flower is very pompous, I guess it is the Hanging Temple."

"Hehe, you kid has seen it carefully enough, over the years, my Daomen and those bald donkeys have not dealt with each other, and now the temples of the Tang Dynasty have basically been destroyed, I think that those guys in the Hanging Temple this time are not here to help, but to ask for guilt."

Shanyuan Daoren and the prince stood in front of the pavilion, constantly saying some inconsequential words.

But if every sentence is spread, I don't know how many uproars it will cause.

The third prince didn't understand, but he felt that it was very powerful.

When will I be able to be commented on like them.

Dugu stood in front of the moon gate, heard the conversation between the two, and was dumbfounded, and in the end, he finally couldn't help but say out loud: "What nonsense are you talking about, don't look at it, when is it now." ”

Of course, Shanyuan knew that she was eavesdropping on the two of them, and said with a smile: "The third prince is going to become the son of heaven of the Tang Dynasty in the future, so he naturally needs to know these things." ”

Knowing that his friend had come out of the Demon Suppression Division and was still alive, the worries in Shanyuan's heart had subsided, and his words were much more relaxed.

Dugu likes to listen to these words very much, and his son is heartfelt, everyone knows that among the many princes of the Tang Dynasty, the third prince is the most favored by His Majesty.

For the position of the Son of Heaven, he is naturally qualified to fight.

Thinking of this, she was a little scared, the battle for the throne is always a battle of life and death, and it is not so easy.

"Please keep me aware."

Dugu solemnly saluted to Shanyuan Daoren.

The little Taoist priest's body flashed once, avoided her big gift, and said seriously: "There is no need to be like this, things in the world always go with the flow." ”

Without waiting for Dugu to speak, he turned around and continued to say to the third prince: "Back then, your ancestors and the Seven Holy Lands made an agreement on Tianqiong Mountain, and the two Buddhas and Confucianists did not agree on this, one was born, and the other was avoided, but the choices of the other families were not so harsh. ”

Dugu blinked, and also showed a look of curiosity, even she didn't know much about this kind of thing.

Now, by the light of his son, it is a great blessing to hear the words of an heir to the Holy Land.

"Sir, apart from these holy lands, aren't the other sects of the Great Wilderness involved in these things?"

The third prince asked.

Shan Yuan thought for a moment and replied: "The sects of Wuhui Valley and the other two continents, the Blood Moon Sect and the Qingcheng Sword Sect were also extremely famous sects at that time, but because of the ancient Sword Sect, the two factions finally fought in the West Sea, and the Blood Moon Sect killed a hall master, and the head of the Qingcheng Sect cut off the path to ascension, so the vitality was greatly injured and did not participate. ”

"Now that we have encountered the prosperous world of cultivation, the blood moon, and the Qingcheng family are even more talented, maybe soon, the world will not be so peaceful."

The third prince looked at the sky and said seriously: "Sir, morality has never been involved in the miscellaneous affairs of the world, and he can't avoid it when he is born to practice?" In that case, what will I do then? ”

Although the little guy looks a little immature, he is a little majestic and domineering in his gestures.

It seems that in the future, he may compete with the world's famous geniuses.

Shanyuan smiled and patted the little guy's head, and scolded with a smile: "That's a few decades later, what do you want to do so far." ”

The third prince covered his head and muttered: "But I have to choose a sect after all, I want to go to the gentleman's door, but several companions in the palace said that the Hanging Temple came this time and wanted to take me to Lingshan, and it seems that the Sword Sect also wants me to learn swords, for this matter, the palace is about to quarrel." ”

What he said was very simple, but he also said the current situation of Datang.

Shanyuan sighed and said: "Some people are co-opted, some people are divided, some people are suppressed, Datang, after all, is not liked by the Seven Holy Lands." ”

The third prince also followed his example, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Where there is a will, there is a way." ”

The two of them did not speak.

Dugu stood aside for a long time before he came back to his senses, and then remembered the treasure in his hand, spread his palm, and asked, "Dao Chief, you are well-informed, what is this?" ”

Shanyuan quietly looked at the Vermilion Bird Feather and was silent for a long time.

….

"The strong man of the Terrans is coming."

The old man who turned into the soul of the Xuan Turtle looked at the Demon Lord and sneered: "Look at these people outside, compared to back then, the strength is stronger, you see, you are too weak now, but even if you recover to the peak, you may not be able to retreat with your whole body." ”

The Demon Lord sensed the aura of those strong men outside, nodded and said, "You're right, it's only been less than 10,000 years, and the Terran cultivators have added many new faces, and cultivating to the Void Realm doesn't seem to be a very difficult thing for them." ”

"It's not as easy as you think, as long as you get out of here, those Terran guys won't hesitate to do it." ”

The Demon Lord nodded slightly, and said: "The immortal body does not mean that I will never die, I made an agreement with that guy back then, if I don't go out of the Demon Prison, the human race will not kill me." ”

The words fell, and in the wounds of the turtle under the Demon Suppression Division, countless fire men floated out, turning into the appearance of the Demon Lord, suspended in mid-air.

He really didn't want to clash with the Terran powerhouses.

The old man said, "Then what do you want to do?" ”

The Demon Lord said, "I want to see the sun, facing the sea. ”

The old man said, "If you are willing to extinguish the Origin Flame and then tell the Demon Emperor in the north, maybe the Terrans will agree to you." ”

The Demon Lord continued, "I just want a quiet place, and then find someone to talk to me, preferably someone from across the River Styx." ”

It turned out that the Demon Lord's request was simple.

But to do it, it is a little troublesome, Xuan Gui frowned, if he didn't agree, then the demon lord would continue to torture himself.

But if he agreed, he couldn't guarantee that the Terrans would agree.

The old man was silent for a long time before he replied seriously: "I am not qualified to make decisions for those people outside, you can tell them yourself." ”

The Demon Lord smiled and said, "Then what's the use of you?" If I go out, those people outside will shoot directly, and they don't need to talk to me at all. ”

The old man replied helplessly: "Then what do you say?" This place has been so impenetrable that you can't even penetrate it, and you can't communicate at all. ”

The Demon Lord said: "Say that you have no brains, you really have no brains, you can't be the master, you won't let the people who can be the masters outside come in, I don't like the guys in the morality and the Hanging Temple, why the Wuhui Valley and the Hexia School Palace are too rigid, let the guys from the Sword Sect come." ”

Xuangui's eyes widened and he said, "Do you think that group of people outside can listen to my arrangement?" ”

In the darkness of the earth, there are many unavoidable cracks.

That strong man of the Sword Sect, how could he come into the underground.

The Demon Lord thought to himself that it was the same, and said, "I don't go out, and they don't come in, what to do, you think for yourself." ”

The words fell, and those demonic fires suspended in the air once again drilled into the demon body of the turtle,

Xuan Turtle's face changed suddenly, and the heart-wrenching pain before was vividly vivid.

"No, you go up with me."

The old man's voice trembled with fear.

On the upper level, the Demon Lord can directly talk to the Terran powerhouse, and he can also control himself, so that he can do a lot of things.

The Demon Lord agreed, put his hands behind his back, and drifted away.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and followed.

After a long narrow passage, we came to the sixth level of the Demon Hell, which was littered with rocks, but strangely enough, there were some vibrant flowers and plants scattered among the rubble.

From here, it is the place where the Demon Suppression Division holds many evil cultivators, and along the passage, there is the big lake of Chang'an City.

The Demon Lord's eyes were dark blue, and the originally suspended demonic fire swirled around his body, like a pair of demon armor.

From beginning to end, he did not make contact with the ground.

When you come to the junction between the Hell and the Great Lake, the water is filled with steam.

The turtle was already standing in the water, with a smile on his face that had succeeded in his tricks.

"It looks like you're suddenly smarter, this smile seems to be a smile of victory, and also, although your legs are gone, your hands are still there, and you can punch at any time."

The Demon Lord stopped at the edge of the lake and said with a smile, "It's a pity, you're just a divine soul body, and you're no match for me at all, or do you have any other means?" ”

Even him, the most powerful demon on the other side of the Demon Domain, although what he said was light and light, his hands still pinched a magical power.

After all, the Xuan Tortoise is the same as the Vermilion Bird, the four great divine beasts of the Great Wilderness Ancient Period, even if it has been deprived of most of its demonic power by the human race for thousands of years.

Even he didn't dare to let his guard down in the slightest.

The old man's mouth turned into a turtle spirit grinned wider, and his smile became more and more vigorous.

The jet-black underground space seemed to collapse suddenly, falling rapidly towards the ground, and at the same time, the water next to the lake also churned violently, and then quickly swept up.

In a flash.

The Underground Hell, which was originally extremely open, has become a little narrow.

This is not the reincarnation of heaven and earth, nor is it the reversal of space, but the entire demon hell seems to have been shrunk in an instant.

A few floors above the Demon Suppression Division came from the sound of imprisoned evil cultivators and demon cultivators shouting and scolding, and many people didn't even have time to dodge, so they were directly crushed into meat pies because of the shrinking space.

The cries, shouts, and pleadings resounded throughout the Demon Hell, and as the distance between heaven and earth narrowed dramatically, and then disappeared in an instant, not because heaven and earth were separated, but because the falling rocks collided with the rising lake, becoming a space mixed with gravel and water.

Everything is compressed, space is squeezed.

With the power of the Demon Lord at this time, it is difficult to break through.

The mixed gravel and the lake water were held together by some strange detachment, harder than many ores, and even the weight of the lake water became abnormal.

It looked like a giant iron rod stirring in the underground space.

And inside, the Demon Lord and the Turtle are among them.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the Demon Lord suddenly remembered that 10,000 years ago, he and a certain guy were also bare-assed, in the deepest part of the Tianhe, holding the Heaven-Fixing Divine Needle, saying that he wanted to poke the heavens.

Then, the Demon Lord smiled, and countless demonic fires rose again in the Demon Prison, and then burrowed into the tortoise's body along the tiny space.

The old man snorted, his face became extremely pale, and he floated past the waves that could be churned up with the lake at any time, and waved his hands forward.