In this world, natural disasters are often less harmful than man-made disasters.

Although the proportion of ascetics is small, the base is large. Among them, those who have fallen into the devil's path appear from time to time, like endless grass, which can be burned out, but cannot be extinguished.

Xianmen is the existence of maintaining order in the world, slaying demons and demons, and doing the right thing for heaven.

However, what if the defender of the path himself falls into the devil's path and becomes the devil's head?

Demon cultivators are like locusts that have lost their natural enemies, they cannot be restrained, and they are bound to harm the people. The more people it kills, the more vitality it gains, and the faster its cultivation will grow. The higher the cultivation, the more people it can kill. In this way, an avalanche-like negative cycle is formed.

From the description of the obese man, it is not difficult to know that since ten years ago, this Divine Hidden Palace has been out of control. The culprit of all this, undoubtedly, is the current palace master of the Divine Hidden Palace, Sin Song.

Sin Song is now only fifty-four years old. After a simple calculation, it is not difficult to know that even if Sin Song is talented and has all kinds of opportunities, his cultivation should be in the early stage of foundation building, and he will definitely not reach the middle stage of foundation building.

However, at the peak of this snow-capped mountain, there was a strong sense of oppression in the air. The murderous and bloodthirsty breath, like a dense mass of poisonous snakes, greedily climbs on top of any living creature that comes here, wrapping its limbs around it, and restraining all its movements.

This bondage is so strong. There is no doubt that Sinsong is already an absolute powerhouse at the pinnacle of foundation building.

If it weren't for standing on Jiang Yichen's side, Ye Mu would feel extremely difficult every step he took, and even if he consumed spiritual power, he wouldn't be able to go smoothly.

This is hierarchical suppression. The absolute suppression of the Qi Refining Cultivator by the Foundation Cultivator.

A foundation building monk can fuse his own will into his own spiritual power, and then spread this spiritual power between heaven and earth, which can form a "spiritual pressure" and crush the low-level monks.

The so-called "spiritual pressure" is a skill that any immortal cultivator can master. However, only the "spiritual pressure" of the foundation building monk - the "spiritual pressure" that integrates the will and strengthens the density and transforms can really be called the spiritual "pressure".

Under this raging and violent "spiritual pressure", it was difficult for low-level monks to maintain even basic movements, so how could they fight?

Even if Si Dao had broken through to become a foundation building monk, he could still feel that strong sense of oppression.

In front of the Divine Hidden Palace, the stone walls on both sides were covered with corpses, and the black hole-like gate was like a huge mouth of the abyss, swallowing everything that stepped into it.

"Si Dao, you are already a foundation building monk, can you fully master the divine sense?" Jiang Yichen asked Si Dao.

"Not yet!" replied the priest truthfully.

"Consciousness is the senses that observe the world. Jiang Yichen nodded, "Having divine consciousness is the beginning of opening your eyes to see the world." ”

Jiang Yichen compares the divine sense to the invisible sixth sense. When Si Dao heard this, he only felt that it was appropriate, nodded his head, and had a lot of epiphany.

"If you have mastered the Divine Sense, you are qualified to fight the evil of Sin. However, you don't have much sense, you need to fight quickly, can you have the confidence to fight?" Jiang Yichen asked Si Dao.

Si Dao is just a monk who builds the foundation, and the sin song is the demon at the peak of the foundation. Demon cultivators are often more ferocious and brutal, and the combat power of the same level may be invincible, but it is better to crush the weak.

Judging from the direct comparison of cultivation, Si Dao is not the opponent of Sin Song at all. However, Jiang Yichen asked Si Dao if he wanted to fight.

"Try it!" Si Dao did not refuse.

There was not a hint of fear on his face. In contrast, Ye Mu had a solemn face, even a little timid.

No matter who it is, the first time they encounter such a ferocious atmosphere, the first time they see a bloody and terrifying picture, people will instinctively have a little timidity. It is remarkable that Ye Mu can face each other relatively calmly.

Ye Mu looked at Si Dao, then pursed his lips and frowned again, and then, his brows were soothed, more solemn and serious, but he no longer had the slightest timidity.

"Remember, don't slack off, don't protect your heart. If you want to win the song of sin, you must fight quickly, and you need to guard against the opponent's concentrating blow. Go ahead!" Jiang Yichen said.

The founding immortal of the Divine Hidden Palace back then was to master an extraordinary divine consciousness technique, which was powerful and invincible.

"Yes!"

In this way, Ye Mu looked at Si Dao, alone, engulfed by the gate.

"Uncle Shi!" Ye Mu said worriedly.

Jiang Yichen just shook his head and didn't speak.

......

In the Shenyin Palace, the light is thin, gloomy, and gray.

The smell of blood is tangy, and walking in the middle of it is like being in a sea of blood.

In the center of the main hall, a red-haired man in black leaned against a jade. The jade was originally white and flawless, it was a fairy thing, but now it was full of blood, like a living creature beating in the meridians.

Although the red-haired man's eyes were closed, his breath was arrogant and terrifying, which was naturally a song of sin.

Sinsong is not alone, and there are several bewitching women around it. The women were unclothed and emitted a black aura, their scarlet tongues licking the fresh blood from the corners of their mouths.

They looked at Si Dao with greedy and eager eyes, like beasts, as if they were looking at a plate of hot delicacies.

Although they are quite beautiful, they climb and walk on all fours, like spiders, clinging to the wall, and are located in the four corners of the main hall, forming a formation and trapping Si Dao in the middle.

"You're the only one, and the two outside the door don't come in together to die?"

The voice was arrogant, and as he spoke, Sinsong stared at Si Dao with his eyes open. He was condescending, his eyes were eerie, black and red, revealing an extreme madness.

Si Dao didn't reply, and he didn't bother to reply, so the Allure Sword came out of its sheath and fell into his hand.

From the moment he walked into the main hall, the spiritual power in his body was constantly consumed. Although, this part of the spiritual power consumption was completely offset by the replenishment of the blood spirit stone. However, the newly replenished spiritual power is not in harmony with the will, and it is not divine consciousness.

At the same time as the divine consciousness is consumed, Si Dao will also produce a sense of mental exhaustion.

What Jiang Yichen said is not bad at all, this battle cannot be delayed, at the beginning, it must be thunderous, otherwise, the more time passes, the more unfavorable the situation of Si Dao will be.

"Knock, knock, knock......" The eerie sound of drums came from all around.

At some point, a small drum appeared in the hand of the bewitching woman. They clearly only had the peak cultivation of qi refining, but they cast a magic sound similar to the "immortal sound", which was enough to interfere with the foundation building monks.

The magic sound came into Si Dao's ears, confusing thoughts, scattering spiritual power, and disrupting divine consciousness.

Si Dao seemed to see He Muluo. Homulo was naked, dancing and moaning in front of him.

The battle between the Zhuji monks is based on divine consciousness, and there must not be a trace of hesitation and hesitation.

The moment the magic sound sounded, the red-haired and black-clothed sin song also attacked Si Dao.

He holds a bloody blade in his hand, which has the effect of invading pollution.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the opponent being trapped by the magic sound, Sin Song made a decisive move, even if he did not seriously injure the opponent, as long as he could touch the opponent's magic weapon, he could win in one fell swoop.

Most monks only possess a core weapon. Once the core artifact is defiled, its combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Si Dao was not the first foundation building monk to come to the Divine Hidden Palace. Before him, several foundation-building monks came here to admonish, but in the end, they all became a meal on the plate of the song of sin, and became a tonic for the cultivation of the song of sin.

Under the despicable sneak attack, Si Dao did not get hit, but the Allure Sword was in contact with the blood blade.

The Allure Sword shone brightly, and the moment of the confrontation, the bloody blade was cut in half.

However, the Allure Sword was also contaminated with blood and gradually lost its brilliance.

"Fairy Sword!" said Sin Song.

Of course, he could see that the Allure Sword was not an ordinary magic weapon, but a real fairy sword. He was very happy to have a monk from the early stage of foundation building to come to his door for free.

Now, he was even more overjoyed, and laughed directly, laughing at the Allure Sword that could no longer be used for the time being.

From the battle just now, Sin Song had realized that the opponent in front of him had quite extraordinary swordsmanship attainments. However, his sneak attack was successful, and he succeeded in destroying his opponent's fairy sword.

If a swordsman loses the Immortal Sword, how much combat power will he have left?

And after the death of the enemy in front of him, Sinsong took it for granted that he was the wielder of the fairy sword. He heard rumors that the fairy sword recognized the master, and it was impossible to hold it easily. But in his opinion, as long as the blood sacrifice is constantly tested, this immortal sword will succumb to and sink sooner or later.

Ever since the Immortal Cultivator came, he had understood one thing, and nothing was more satisfying than strength. The pleasure of spiritual power pouring into the body is beyond everything in the world, and can make people forget all worries and worries.

Family affection, friendship, and so on, are worthless in the face of this pleasure.

Sinsong stands in front of Si Dao as a victor. Blood surged up from his body, and a blood mist smeared.

In the blood mist, ten figures emerged. These ten figures are all red-haired and waist-high, red-eyed and evil-eyed, and their appearance is exactly the same, and the cultivation realm is the pinnacle of foundation building.

One sin song is already extremely strong, but now there are ten sin songs.

Then, a cold aura enveloped the entire hall, and even the smell of blood in the air condensed into ice.

I saw that Si Dao stood the Allure Sword at his side, took off the guqin behind him, sat out of thin air, and closed his eyes to play music.