In the land of bloody battles, in the Divine Court Otsuki Heavenly Dynasty, in the time of three thousand five hundred states.

Zhang Qing is still relatively restrained, and the terrifying power that led to the gasification of Sanqing does not seem to have erupted much.

But after arriving in this Demon Dao Cultivation Realm, Zhang Qing's bottom line was lowered again and again due to the changes around him.

Under his means of being more demonic than demonic cultivators, this power was expanding wildly.

Even Zhang Qing felt that if he didn't use the power of the madness at this moment, and when he met the other party who was at the peak of the beginning, he could suppress it.

……

"Failed?"

Standing in front of a dying Zhuji, Zhang Qing frowned, and the failure of Sanqing in a Zhuji who surrendered and begged for mercy at the first time was definitely not a matter of willpower.

Zhang Qing became interested, gave up the others, and stared intently at the foundation building monk in front of him, although the other party couldn't see him.

There are people around who keep swallowing pills for each other, hanging a life.

But until a few hours later, Zhang Qing still didn't make any progress, like a rushing stream rushing around a smooth stone.

The feeling of not being able to slip on the ground is not the same as when facing the appearance of Buddhism, the latter is a gasification of Sanqing and can't find a target at all, but the goal in front of him is in front of him, but Zhang Qing can't find a flaw.

This feeling is the same as that of Tang Yuan and Hong Hao before, and it is also the same feeling as Luoyin back then.

And Luo Yin, Zhang Qing can basically be sure that it is because of her younger brother, Luo Shu.

And what about the person in front of you?

"Check it out, what background does this little guy have?"

Soon, everything about the foundation building monk appeared in front of Zhang Qing.

"One, fifty years ago, there was only one demon cultivator family of the dying foundation building monk."

Zhang Qing was a little surprised by the matter of the Demon Cultivation Family, but he also felt that it was normal, even if it was a Demon Cultivator, he had to hold together, right?

There are countless demon cultivation sects in this land, and the family can hardly see it because the level is too high, and those who can enter Zhang Qing's eyes are at least family-level forces.

In the low-level cultivation world, the demon cultivation family is still relatively common.

In this world where no one can trust, the few blood ties can still be reluctantly believed.

Of course, this kind of trust will disappear as the cultivation improves.

Over the years, the things that Zhang Qing has gathered in his hands have never lacked the inheritance of extracting strength from his own blood relatives, and even these things have exceeded thirty percent of all inheritances.

It can be said that it has become mainstream.

It seems that there are problems with many of the exercises of demon cultivation, but if you devour the cultivation of your relatives, these problems can be greatly suppressed.

The Demon Cultivator family can suppress a generation of clansmen without thinking about this evil inheritance, but they can't control ten generations, and dozens of generations of clansmen have all given up this kind of means that can be extremely powerful themselves.

It only takes one time for the family to fall apart.

The ability to withstand disasters is too low, which naturally leads to the expansion of the Demon Cultivation Sect, and the family power is not visible to any of them.

"Ghost house."

Zhang Qing looked at the little information in the jade slip.

The family originally lived in a city, and the most powerful foundation building monk attracted wolves to surround them after the twilight of the foundation.

At the critical moment, a junior in the clan, perhaps because he caught up with Zhang Qing's shareholder wind, or because he was extremely talented, rose up and blocked all greedy eyes from the outside.

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While his own cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, it seems that it has also driven the luck of the entire family, and in just a few decades, dozens of foundation building monks have been born.

And the cultivator named Ghost Scholar has reached the pinnacle of foundation building, and is now plundering resources in the southern and northern wars to prepare to plant golden lotus.

With these news, there were several other clansmen of the ghost family, Zhang Qing found that one of them was the same as the previous one, and he couldn't succeed in one gasification and three Qings, and the rest was easy.

These people all rose because of that ghost......

"Bring that guy here."

Zhang Qing said calmly, there were already five different attributes around, at least they were all the 'clones' of Jin Lian Sankai leaving.

There seem to be some twists and turns along the way, but at the end of the day, the twists and turns are not big.

A few days later, the ugly young man named Ghost Shi appeared in front of Zhang Qing.

The ghost warrior looked at Zhang Qing and the flying boat that had made people fearful all these years, and he was completely desperate in his heart, and bowed down to Zhang Qing.

"The ghost warrior has seen his predecessors!"

"What are you shaking?"

"The younger generation has practiced all his life, and he can't help but be able to see such a great power as his predecessors."

The ghost man said with a lot of nonsense, he is not a fool, he is a foundation building monk, and he was brought here, how can it be a simple good thing.

He felt that this was the closest he had come to death in decades, and he couldn't even see any possibility of life, because a certain treasure in his mind was now cowering in the depths of his soul in fear, not daring to expose it and give guidance.

And when his voice fell, it was a long wait.

Zhang Qing's eyes narrowed slightly in silence, in this ghost man, one gas and three clears are no longer the same.

It's hard, it's very hard, but it's not the same slippery feeling it used to be.

"Interesting."

"Ghost warrior, look up."

The ghost man subconsciously looked up, but the picture in front of him was quietly disappearing, replaced by a vast sky.

In the boundless void, the fiery red light was like a sharp sword, dispelling the sea of clouds above the nine heavens, and in the face of this blazing, the billions of superimposed clouds retreated like avoiding snakes and scorpions, thus forming a channel that could be seen directly by the eyes above the ghost warrior and the nine heavens.

It is an incomparably long process for the line of sight to reach the nine heavens, even if it is just the vision, in the process of going up, you can feel that there are countless terrifying existences in the sea of clouds that are stained with red around you.

They look at themselves like gods looking down on ants on earth.

Finally, I don't know how long it has been, the ghost warrior feels that he, an ant that exists at the lowest place in the world, sees the supreme existence above the nine heavens.

Behind the portals, a tall, fiery red, majestic creature looked down.

Just a careless gaze froze the ghost soldier's soul.

At this moment, the moment he saw each other, the ghost man forgot to think, forgot where he was, and forgot the passage of time.

There was only one thing he could do, and that was to bow his head and tremble his body as a way to show his small awe.

After a long time, the ghost warrior no longer trembled, and in the depths of his eyes, there was endless calm.

When he raised his head, the boundless tumbling sea of clouds was gone, replaced by a fluttering white robe in the background of the blood-colored flying boat under the dim sky.

The breakthrough of the Divine Soul level allowed Zhang Qing to solve this ghost warrior, and then he found that the two ghost family members who were originally unable to find the flaws were also easily reduced to his clones at this moment.

Zhang Qing, who watched this scene, fell silent again.