The fierce demon soldier Black Wood Stick appeared in his right hand, Murong Jiu stared at the clouds and mist in front of him, and he stepped into this sea of mist. The path of cultivation is to move forward, fear, and retreat, which is not the heart of a strong man that he is firmly indicated.

A mysterious sea of purple and silver mist, Murong Jiu stepped into it, and found that there was no turning back, the place where he was originally standing was also churning in clouds and mist, he seemed to have entered a large array, in his sight, except for the ground under his feet showing blue and black, everything here was purple and silver mist.

The sound of ghost crying, ghost laughter, and wolf howling sounded one after another in the sea of fog, and one after another grimaces and ghost claws appeared and disappeared in the mist, and there was even a delicate and beautiful female ghost in blood clothes floating in Murong Jiu's sight...... In the middle of this sea of fog, it is like a peerless dream demon hidden, pulling people's minds into a hallucinatory dream that seems to be true or unreal.

If it comes, it will be safe...... Murong Jiu closed his eyes, and beside him, the abbot Fang Yuan was surging with the strength of the God King's body, he adhered to the will of the divine soul, put aside distracting thoughts, and sensed the supernatural white bear with all his heart.

"Wow quack ......"

A red-haired ghost emerged in the mist, it stared at Murong Jiu with his eyes closed, and sniffed the sweet breath of life hungrily, its long blood-red tongue licked its purple lips, and then it let out a strange cry excitedly, agitating a surging ghostly aura, and pounced on Murong Jiu viciously.

"Oh hey hey ......"

Ghosts quickly emerged from the sea of fog, and they followed the red-haired ghosts. They all smirked and pounced on Murong Jiu, a fat sheep full of anger.

"Ah......h

Murong Jiu's fat sheep is indeed very coveted by all kinds of ghosts, but in this fat sheep's body, Yizhang is full of thunder lasers that almost kill everything. No, the red-haired ghost with bad eyes and big nerves crashed headlong into the surging God King's energy, as if it had been hit by a thunderbolt from the sky, it screamed miserably, and disappeared into a purple-red smoke in the sea of fog.

"Ahh......h

Murong Jiu seemed to be unconscious, and his expression remained unchanged. Continue to perceive some of the senses in the dark.

Surge forward...... In the middle of this mysterious sea of fog. Murong Jiu's eyes were tightly closed, his body did not move in the slightest, however, the purple and silver clouds and mist were surging and moving silently. His body was gradually sinking deeper into the sea of fog.

Fog rolling. A loud eagle chirped. A red-billed purple-eyed eagle the size of a hundred zhang appeared in the sea of fog, it gathered its handsome wings, and transformed into a handsome young man with purple eyes in a flash of brilliance.

Zi Yuan looked at Murong Jiu. He said with surprise on his face: "Murong Jiu, it turns out that you are here, the master has recovered the memory of 10,000 years ago, in order to thank you for your help, I specially ordered me to invite you to the Golden Wing Palace, and the master wants to make friends with you for eight bows...... Why did you get here, this is the battlefield of the ancient gods and demons, it is unpredictable, come with me, I will take you out of here. ”

In Murong Jiu's divine induction, Zi Yuan, who had eager eyes in front of him, had already been imprinted into his main soul consciousness, but he was just moved and did not open his eyes. Breaking through to the realm of the god king, infected by the will of the ancient heavenly demons, Murong Jiu's firm heart of the strong man is infinitely resolute, and the ancient gods and demons Dapeng Eagle will only be the first peak of his ascent to the peak of the martial arts extreme realm.

Suddenly, a strong hurricane blew between the heavens and the earth, and the purple and silver clouds that shrouded the place all year round were tumbling.

Zi Yuan couldn't get a reply from Murong Jiu, and after saying that everything was careful, he left this place. Murong Jiu was unmoved, and continued to sense the white bear's tracks...... Suddenly, his spirit trembled, and in this layer of mist, he caught a trace of an extremely familiar aura.

In a valley shrouded in blue-black clouds, three white-clothed beauties - Murong Xue, Murong Yue, and Luo Jiaqian, they were fiercely fighting a faceless young man wearing a red wedding robe and riding a tall horse. The faceless young man's skills are outstanding, his attacks are sharp, he swings his fists and slashes his palms to show the momentum of a strong man; a storm of swords and sword shadows collided, and the long swords of the three girls all flew out of their hands, and three delicate figures flew in the strong wind, and their blood spilled over the valley.

"Xue'er, Yue'er, Qianqian......" Murong Jiu's main soul consciousness clearly appeared the faces of the three girls, and their three pairs of clear eyes revealed a kind of stubbornness...... For this reason, Murong Jiu's heart was surging and his heart was tightened.

In Murong Jiu's spiritual sense, the faceless young man in the joy robe, his body was drumming with a trace of the god-king momentum of heaven and earth, like a sword out of the sheath, scattering fierce energy, while he also faintly exuded some extraordinary treasure light.

Ten zhang behind the faceless young man, eight sturdy sedan chairmen carried a gorgeous, festive sedan chair. Murong Jiu condensed a sharp thought and passed through the barrier of the sedan chair...... In his main soul consciousness, a picture immediately emerged: in that sedan chair sat a pretty girl wearing a red robe and a red hijab.

In Murong Jiu's divine soul trembled, his divine thoughts violently passed through the red hijab that covered his cheeks...... This face is like a fairy god, like a ghost, like a demon, like a human Buddha, Murong Jiu's soul is completely occupied by this face, her smile, shame and anger, all contain irresistible demon power, his soul is turbulent, and his heart is suffocating weakly...... Sure enough, it's her, she's getting married?

Burst...... Murong Jiu, who closed his eyes tightly, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart contracted extremely much, and the overwhelming majestic depression made him feel suffocated, and beads of sweat the size of beans surfaced from his forehead.

Murong Jiu is not a saint, nor is he ruthless, in the face of this face out of the cabinet, his tenacious mental defense line collapsed, and his soul was lost in an instant.

"Wow quack, brothers, the fat sheep vomited blood, let's rush ......"

The eyes of the grim green ghosts bounced out of the mist, demons, ghosts, nightmares, demons...... The chaotic array of all kinds of ghosts and ghosts flocked to Murong Jiu. The demons are dancing, and the chaos is born.

"Get out of here!"

Murong Jiu let out an angry howl, he suddenly opened his eyes, the jet-black pupils completely changed color, and two fierce gazes shot straight out, and the irritable God King energy that he was agitated around him shot out in all directions, and in an instant, all the illusions and illusions of demons and monsters disappeared without a trace.

It's all an illusion that is not real?

Murong Jiu couldn't conclude that the real feeling of directly impacting people's weaknesses and pulling the soul of the soul could only make him think that this place was very secretive.

Where is the white bear? Murong Jiu had already lost his sense of it, but it was in his sight. There was no longer a thick cloud ahead. Instead, an ancient inky black palace appeared.

"Demon Palace Sanctuary. ”

Like a wild beast that spans the ages, this majestic palace is extremely depressing, and people can't ignore how arrogant it was before eternity.

On both sides of the gate of this demon palace. Each stands a stone general guarding the temple. They are armed with five-ring stone knives. Dressed in ancient armor, his appearance was majestic and his expression was cold, and his two-foot-high stone body emitted a sense of explosive power that killed everything. Murong Jiu's heart trembled slightly. In his spiritual sense, these two stone generals should also have some life qi.

"Demon Palace Sanctuary, trespassers, no mercy!"

As if feeling the identity of Murong Jiu's intruder, the two palace guards moved suddenly, they held two five-ring stone knives, and slashed down at Murong Jiu fiercely.

Click...... The blade passed, and the space shattered.

It was these two domineering attacks, but Murong Jiu was shocked to find that his body was completely locked, no matter how he dodged, it would be difficult for him to break free from the bombardment of those two knives.

"I'll smash!"

It was like smashing two angry waves, since there was nowhere to hide, Murong Jiu resolutely counterattacked, and his blow gathered all his own God King Yuan Power, spiritual willpower, and the irascible and fierce magic power in the black wooden stick.

The energy that shook the earth and shook the mountains caused the ground under his feet to crack one after another, and the demon palace also shook in the vibration, and the unrivaled extremely strong bombardment force instantly knocked Murong Jiu into the air, his mouth spat blood, the bones of his arms were shattered, and the black wooden stick also appeared as fine as a spider's web.

"What a strong temple guard. Murong Jiu slammed into the ground with a bang, setting off a long period of sinking sand.

"Those who trespass on the Holy Domain of the Demon Palace will be killed!"

The two palace guards followed, their hands raised and fell, and the two five-ring stone knives slashed down fiercely again, and the powerful willpower of the two killings enveloped Murong Jiu's divine soul at once......

The pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and two star essences flickered in Murong Jiu's eyes...... Shaking his head, he threw away another illusion that touched his mind, and raised his eyes to glance at the mighty stone generals on both sides of the temple gate, he believed that these two big guys were definitely more than just decorations placed here.

"Becoming a king and defeating the gods and demons will be reincarnated for tens of millions of years. ”

It is a demon palace sanctuary of the ancient demon king, and the ancient seal characters reflect his desolation that has been silent for thousands of years, as well as the arrogance of the eternal demon who is unique to me.

Murong Jiu once again glanced at the two stone guards who were not moving, and holding the black wooden stick tightly, he slowly pushed open the door of this ancient hall. Thundered...... It is like unfolding a picture of heaven and earth in ancient times, a reckless and long-lasting breath surging out, and in addition, the air is also filled with a sad mood.

Stepping into the palace, the vast palace space was empty, except for a few night pearls that radiated light, and here, the only thing left was two people bound by huge iron chains on two pillars - one of ten pairs of angels with white wings that exuded a holy aura, and ten pairs of inky black fallen angels that exuded a dark aura.

One holy, one dark, a female angel with a delicate face, a male fallen angel with a cold and arrogant face. It was these two angelic creatures in the Western World Realm, under Murong Jiu's gaze, what he felt was not their holiness and darkness, but pure divine and demonic qi.

Seeing these two angels, the God King Yuan Force in Murong Jiu's body rushed enthusiastically, since he broke through the God King level, he still couldn't know whether he was a God King or a Demon King. Approached the female angel steadily, but the suffocating holy atmosphere was not liked by him, in his cognition, not every holy angel in the West is holy and sunny, and they who believe that they are righteous hypocritically put on a sanctimonious coat, making people speechless.

Murong Jiu turned around and walked towards the male fallen angels, in Murong Jiu's opinion, the fallen angels are more upright, but their methods are cruel, and their hearts are inevitably cruel;

Don't be a god king, don't be a demon king...... In fact, in Murong Jiu's main soul thinking, he had already made some decisions about his future path - to become a reckless king, god and demon.

The path of gods and demons, then start in this Demon Palace Sanctuary.

Gods and demons are neither gods nor gods, nor demons nor demons.

Murong Jiu was in this Demon Palace Sacred Domain, if he chose the God King, he might be threatened and calculated, and if he chose the Demon King, he might also get some unexpected surprises. However, what he wants to choose is the path of the gods and demons that merges the two, and what will happen to his future is all under his control, maybe he will be killed by the god king, or maybe he will be rejected by the demon king and die under some kind of heavenly demon skill.

Unfurling his blood-red wings, Murong Jiu was naked, he sat cross-legged between the angel and the fallen angel, his heart beating firmly and powerfully, and his belief in achieving the casual gods and demons of heaven and earth was extremely resolute.

Suddenly, the divine and demonic exercises in his body were running at high speed, and the two domineering suction forces that were all absorbed were integrated into the willpower of his heaven and earth god kings, and they suddenly enveloped the holy angels and the dark fallen angels; for his own path of gods and demons, and to preserve his body in the future catastrophe, he could only ruthlessly grab the divine and demonic power of the two angels.

The wind whistled across the palace of the Holy Devil, and the light of the night pearl swayed strangely, and the two angels with great powers in ancient times suddenly opened their eyes—a female angel with white wings, her eyes were pure and full of the sacred aura that was not stained by the earth, while the male fallen angel had a cruel and ferocious demonic aura in his eyes.

is a pair of powerful gods and demon angels who have not fallen for thousands of years, however, now that they have fallen into Pingyang, they can only be sadly reduced to fish and meat. Murong Jiu closed his eyes, his hands pinched the exercise technique, and suddenly his body spun on its own, and the two suction forces were even more domineering, and the divine yuan power and demon yuan power of the two angel kings were ingested.

"Divine Mystery Formula" is like a fairy magic trick, and it is like a demon trick mysterious, which can be called the top immortal recipe between heaven and earth. As soon as the two divine and demonic powers, which were diametrically opposed in nature, flowed into Murong Jiu's body, they were decomposed, assimilated, and fused and blended with each other by the powerful divine and demonic techniques, transforming them into the two divine and demonic powers that were harmonious.

Just like a Taiji diagram, Murong Jiu's body at this moment is the Taiji diagram scroll that plays a carrying role, the divine and demonic Yuan power ingested from the source is the yin and yang fish opposite to yin and yang, and the god and demon exercises in his body are the driving force that makes the two yin and yang fish rotate and harmonize.

There is yang in yin, yin in yang, and yin and yang are mellow and harmonious, which is said to be the endless life of Taiji. (To be continued......)