Inside the Temple of the Holy Spirit, darkness returned. The Northern Sun rode forward, struggling to find the traces of Hua Lianjiu. Hua Lian Jiu hid her figure, far behind Bei Lieyang, accompanied by her, silent.

On the prairie, Qiu Fuji woke up from his cultivation again. For him, the realm of the Holy Spirit was a cultivation paradise. The trip to Yunze Mountain made Qiu Fuji feel the gap in his strength, and if he wanted to gain a foothold in Suzhou, he had to improve his cultivation as soon as possible.

Qiu Buji walked forward for a while, and saw a large hall from a distance, and in front of the main hall, several figures were walking slowly. Qiu Buji saw the magic ding at a glance, he let out a loud shout and rushed over.

Seeing Qiu Fuji arrive, Mo Ding secretly complained in his heart, this person did not enter the Holy Spirit Temple, and fell behind. Mo Ding hurriedly saluted: "Benefactor, you are here." ”

Mo Tianqing and Mo Taixu also saw Qiu Fuji and recognized that this was the circumferential wood of Suzhou City. Seeing Mo Ming respectfully saluting, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what great kindness did the human monk in front of him have for Mo Ming?

Qiu Buji said coldly: "Mo Ming, why are you here, why don't you enter the main hall?"

Mo Ding hurriedly said: "Benefactor, this hall is called the Holy Spirit Temple, and I was ordered to guard it outside. Now that the door of the temple is closed, I am afraid it will be difficult to enter. ”

Looking at the quaint hall, Qiu Buji suddenly felt that he was running the Phaseless Immortal Magic Technique, and the Asking Sword appeared in the air. The black gem on the hilt of the sword shone with a ghostly light, billowing demonic energy, overflowing from the Holy Spirit Temple, and being swallowed by the black gem.

In the Temple of the Holy Spirit, another illusion flashed. In the reckless jungle, a figure slowly manifested. It was a tall demon monk, and he said to himself, "What kind of demon holy envoy is just a pawn to open the way." ”

The demon holy envoy chattered for a while, discerned the line of defense, and ran away. The scene in the illusion kept changing until a black misty forest appeared.

Bei Lieyang saw the black fog in the illusion and exclaimed, "Black Mist Forest." ”

Demon Ran looked at it carefully, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "It's the Black Mist Forest six hundred years ago. ”

Demon Ran has cultivated for thousands of years, and the changes in the Black Mist Forest are all contained in the sea of knowledge. The Demon Clan's Holy Envoy continued to move forward, suddenly stopped, and his face changed greatly: "In the desolate and remote land of the abyss, there is such a terrifying monk. ”

In the illusion, the figure of a sword-wielding monk appeared, he was a majestic figure, with a grim face, and two horns on his head, pointing straight to the sky. Bei Lieyang's heart shook violently, and he saluted to the air: "Lord South Wind God." ”

In front of the god of the south wind, there was a big demon with a body like a mountain, it was covered in wounds, and it still opened its teeth and claws, and kept attacking. The blade of the sword flashed, and the blood light appeared.

The big demon roared angrily: "South Wind God, I have cultivated in the Black Mist Forest and have not hurt anyone, why are you so hard to kill them all?"

The South Wind God said coldly: "The Black Mist Forest is the holy land of my horned human race, how can you allow you and other demon beasts to steal the evidence?" With me and the Frost Sky Sword here, you don't dare to make a mistake, if I fly to the Heavenly Domain, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not make trouble." ”

The big demon said angrily: "South Wind God, your cultivation is high, and my life is in your hands, why deceive yourself? The Black Mist Forest, and even the entire abyss, belong to our demon beasts, when did it become the holy land of the Horned Human Clan?"

The South Wind God nodded: "You're right, before we descended on the abyss, the Black Mist Forest was yours. But what now? Am I telling a lie?"

The demon stopped talking, and his body shrank suddenly. Nanfeng Shen sneered: "In front of me, you still want to blow yourself up? The sword light shone horizontally, and the big demon immediately turned into a pile of minced meat.

The Frost Sky Sword was suspended above the remains, and in an instant, it devoured the flesh and bones of the Great Demon, leaving only a pile of gray dust on the ground. The Frost Sky Sword let out a clear roar and disappeared into the air.

Demon Ran shouted: "The ninth-order demon, majestic as a mountain, was slaughtered so easily by the South Wind God. Is there such a peerless cultivation in the world?"

In the Holy Spirit Temple, the Terran monks and demon monks were dumbfounded. When the South Wind God dominated the abyss, it was five or six hundred years ago. He took good care of the Terran monks, but the Terrans did not remember him deeply.

Now it seems that the South Wind God killing the ninth-order demon is like slaughtering a pig and killing a dog, and his cultivation has reached the pinnacle. Hua Qianshu saw that his blood was boiling, and he said excitedly: "I can't ask Lord Nanfeng God for a few tricks, Hua Qianshu is six hundred years late." ”

Hua Lianjiu revealed her figure in the air, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the illusion. She said to herself: "Dad, I don't know if you will meet Lord Nanfeng God in the Heavenly Domain, if you fight, who will win and who will lose?"

Mo Tianfang and Mo Tai Ling looked cold. They came to the abyss this time and launched the demon tide, and the progress was extremely unsmooth, and it was inevitable that they would be a little resentful and feel that they were unlucky.

Seeing the monk in the illusion realm, so powerful and invincible, the two couldn't help but be secretly frightened. Is there such a monk in the abyss today? If they make a move, His Highness will only be defeated and flee.

The South Wind God in the illusion made a move, and the Demon Saint Envoy involuntarily took a few steps forward. The South Wind God said coldly, "Who are you, what are you doing in the Black Mist Forest?"

The Demon Clan's holy envoy was just about to reply, when Nanfeng Shen raised his eyebrows and said, "You are actually a monk from the Demon Clan." Is the Demon Tide coming? Just let you taste the power of my Frost Sky Sword. ”

The Demon Clan's Holy Envoy didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said: "It's still far from launching the Demon Tide, and I have two things here. The first is to find our clan's lost Demon Disease-free Highness, and the second is to teach our clan's peerless exercises. ”

Nanfeng God sneered: "There is actually a demon monk lurking in the abyss, you don't have to look for it, I will go to him and send him into reincarnation." As for the exercises, if you can take my sword, I will let you teach the Dharma in the abyss. ”

The Demon Holy Envoy was about to speak, the Frost Sky Sword had reappeared in the air, and the cold murderous aura was suppressed, where could the Demon Holy Envoy speak? He was a Demon Emperor cultivator, but because of his limited qualifications, there was no hope of breaking through the Demon Emperor, and his life was about to end, so he served as the Holy Envoy and fought for a chance.

The god of the south wind said that he would fight, and the ghostly light on the frost sky sword was flourishing, and a beautiful brilliance burst out in the black mist forest. In the endless glow, there were flickering pieces of ice cubes, and those ice cubes were intimidating and intimidating.

With a sword slash, the Demon Saint Envoy swung out dozens of demonic qi in a row, turning into thick demon armor and blocking in front of him. The light flashed, and the heavy demon armor and the demon holy envoy were all split in half.

Cultivating as a demon holy envoy comparable to the Venerable of the Easy Realm, he was cut down by a sword grazing the magic crystal. The South Wind God sighed lightly, put away the Frost Sky Sword, and looked at the Demon Saint Envoy coldly.

In the illusion, half of the Demon Saint's body or light smoke dissipated in the black fog forest. The remaining half of his body slowly wrapped the magic crystal, and after a while, he turned into a complete demon monk again.

Nanfeng Shen said in a deep voice: "You are really a foreign race, and you don't even have a heart in your body. I spared your life without a sword killing you. You go to Bi Ping to teach the Fa with your heart. If you have a bad heart, thousands of miles away, I will also take your head. ”

The demon holy envoy was seriously injured, and his cultivation was not one out of ten, how dare he say more, and he gave gifts again and again. The South Wind God snorted coldly: "Get out of here." If you have the order to go back, tell the head of the demon clan to send a strong hand next time. ”

Demon Tianfang and Demon Tailing had a cold war together, and the demon monks in the illusion realm were already similar to His Highness Demon Wuxian. With such a cultivation, they were actually split in half, what are they compared to?

The illusion kept changing with the footsteps of the demon envoy. I don't know how long it took, and the demon holy envoy finally walked out of the jungle. In the illusion, the Frost Sky Sword suddenly appeared in the air, and with a chirp, it disappeared in an instant.

The Demon Holy Envoy walked all the way until he arrived at the Biping Plain, and then stopped. He used his magic skills, changed his appearance, and ran back and forth on the Biping Plain, looking for good talents and beautiful qualities, and teaching exercises.

On this day, the Demon Envoy met a young man, who had been observing secretly for a long time, and his eyes lit up. The demon holy envoy conjured up a monster and attacked suddenly. The young man struggled to hold on, but he was not an opponent in the end, and fell to the ground injured.

The Demon Envoy stepped out, dispersed the monster, and saved the young man. The man asked him for a gift, and the demon envoy thought for a while, picked the most mysterious exercise, and taught it.

In the illusion, Hua Qianshu looked at it in a daze, and the young man was the first ancestor of the human race's qi refining, Shui Liancheng. Could it be that the Qi Refining Method of the Human Race actually came from the Demon Race?

After the demon holy envoy finished teaching the exercises, he floated away, and Shui Liancheng shouted: "Immortal Master, my name is Shui Liancheng." What kind of exercises did you teach me?"

The Demon Clan's Holy Envoy staggered and almost fell, what kind of immortal master is he? After a moment's hesitation, the Demon Clan's Holy Envoy said softly: "Although my cultivation is poor, I can't bury this peerless technique. Shui Liancheng, what I taught you is called the Phaseless Immortal Magic Technique. ”

After a sigh, the Demon Envoy disappeared into the jungle. The illusion followed him all the way forward, and after walking for a long time, the South Wind God suddenly appeared on the road ahead.

The Frost Sky Sword fell from the sky, and the Demon Saint Envoy was killed in an instant, and the illusion was crumbling. Nanfeng Shen sneered: "I have changed my mind, it is better for you to die in the abyss." ”

In the illusion, the South Wind God sighed lightly: "The human race has a practice, so it's okay. I'm about to lose my cultivation and soar to the Heavenly Domain. After I leave, if the human race is destroyed by my monks, will I not be able to bear the trust of my mother?"

"I see that the Phaseless Immortal Demon Trick seems to absorb the aura of heaven and earth and demonic qi into the body, and I want to guide the water Liancheng to prevent him from going astray. The god of the south wind muttered softly to himself, but the words he uttered were earth-shattering.

It turns out that the Qi refining method of the human race really originated from the demon race, and the name of that exercise is the Phaseless Immortal Demon Technique. The monks in the Temple of the Holy Spirit were filled with emotion.

The illusion was shattered, and the voice of the South Wind God came again: "This matter cannot be annihilated in time, no one knows. The cave of the burial dragon is quite wonderful, and I recorded it there. ”

As the illusion shattered, the Temple of the Holy Spirit fell silent. These scenes, so clear, seem to be the true record of 600 years ago. What is the treasure of the Temple of the Holy Spirit, and why can it be recreated from the past?

The Holy Spirit couldn't stop laughing, and shouted while laughing: "Hahaha, it turns out that the human race exercises of the abyss are actually derived from the Phaseless God Demon Technique. It's rare that these natives have actually changed this supreme exercise. Otherwise, where is the use of the demon tide invasion, this place would have already turned into a piece of demon land. ”

Hua Qianshu said angrily: "The ancestors of my human race have already walked out of more than a dozen avenues to the sky, and those exercises have nothing to do with the demon race. Today I will let you know how good we are. ”

A brilliant spiritual power rose to the sky and struck in the direction of the Holy Spirit's wild laughter. The distance was far away, and the spiritual power dissipated halfway. The Holy Spirit shook off a leg violently, and the blazing demonic fire burst into flames in the Holy Spirit Temple.

The magic fire was raging, and in a moment, it enveloped everyone. In the flames, the Holy Spirit cried out, "This time, I see how you can escape?"