Half a moon later, Haichaozhou, Broken Soul Mountain.

Dressed in a white wolf, Su Musha took the lead, and behind him, the disciples followed.

That day, he fled with Mengwu and Kunyuan, but it took some time to find Qingjun and Zuiquan.

After running around for days, Su Musha also had the right to relax, allowing Kun Yuan and Mengwu to relieve their injuries, and by the way, they traveled to the red dust, speeding up the speed of the drunken springs and the red dust to cleanse the Dao body.

Wandering so casually, unconsciously, everyone had already left the boundary of Dongshan Continent, and when Su Musha and the others noticed that the scenery in the four directions was different from the past, they had already arrived at the boundary of Haichaozhou.

The atmosphere of the monks of Haichaozhou is a little strong, which is probably related to the prevalence of the demon path in this continent.

In this matter, Zhu Xiu stood in front of the Broken Soul Mountain.

The smell of fish came to my face.

Rao is Su Musha also frowned.

Before coming, Su Musha had already found out that there was a Demon Dao Sect on the Broken Soul Mountain here.

Even though there are many rumors in the cultivation world, you can't really listen to them.

But chasing the wind and catching shadows, there are still some clues.

In the eyes of everyone, this sect is somewhat out of the flow.

As the first person, he called himself the Empty Ancestor, refined the old monster of the Void Realm, gathered a group of miscellaneous fish and evil cultivators, about more than 100 people, and established a demon sect here, known as the Mixed Yuan Desire Demon God Palace.

The people of this sect are ordinary, but the shouting is terrifying.

More than 100 demon cultivators, left and right, but the murderous mortal dust, the ancestor who wants to empty secretly controls several mortal kingdoms, disciples, or through the dynasty to conquer, through the battlefield blood sacrifice to refine the fierce soldiers, or directly kidnap boys and girls, refining into a ding furnace, and practice the art of yin and yang harvesting, or under the pretext of natural disasters, slaughter a city for a while, and raise the evil spirits of the blood path.

The disciples of this sect are arrogant and perverse, but they are also timid and tight, they only dare to be ruthless towards the red dust and ordinary people, but they retreat from the disciples of the real Demon Sect.

Now on the Broken Soul Mountain, the fishy smell that comes to the face also confirms that what the rumors say is not false.

The bloody breath on the mountain is pervasive, but there is a foul smell inside, obviously most of them are mortal creatures, and the qi and blood are mixed, and it is difficult for the monks of this sect to have the top secret method to refine, so the blood and soul are pervasive, but there is not much spiritual light to see, so that the stench is pungent, and it is difficult to dissipate.

In Su Musha's eyes, such scum is almost blasphemy.

The so-called demons, who understand themselves, and then have no taboos, are the true demons!

And if the likes of the ancestors who want to empty themselves think that they are reckless and run rampant, they are considered to have fallen into the devil, but in fact, they do not follow their own hearts, and chase their desires, even though the soul is still there, but they have become the walking dead who are controlled by desires.

Even wanting the Void Ancestor to be able to enter the realm of refining the void, instead of being annihilated under the thunderstorm when he was knotting, was enough to surprise Su Musha.

This group of people should perhaps be called evil cultivators rather than demon cultivators.

Shaking his head, Su Musha pressed all the thoughts in his heart.

Waving his sleeves to dispel the fishy smell around him, Su Musha and the others slowly walked towards Broken Soul Mountain.

Looking at it coldly, on the Broken Soul Mountain, there were already several streamers galloping towards Su Musha and the others.

"Jie Ji ......"

As soon as the cold and slippery voice sounded, Su Mu's crazy Dao realm directly dispersed.

The leading disciple was only in the Yuan Infant Realm, and at this moment, it was as if he was being choked by a big void hand, glaring angrily, but he couldn't say a word again.

"What you have done has already polluted the eyes of the poor path, and the deity really does not want to continue to listen to any foul words from you, lest he stain the ears of the poor path again. ”

When the words fell, it was the first evil cultivator, and his eyes were full of hideousness and madness, and he completely lost his sanity.

There was a flash of thunder in Su Musha's cloudy eyes, illuminating the divine light of the evil cultivator platform.

Under the pressure of Su Musha's madness, the Dao realm of evil cultivation directly collapsed, and on the spiritual platform, the Yuan Infant struggled with difficulty, wailing in pain, and there was an evil fire that was reborn, evolving a scarlet demon flame, and directly incinerating and melting the evil spirit Yuan Infant in it.

The Crimson Demon Flame raged in the evil cultivator's body.

This is a reaction similar to going mad, but because of this cultivation, the mottled impurities and all kinds of chaos and evil in the body that have been silent for a long time are like thunder and thunder stirring the earth's fire!

Between the lightning and the stone fire, the demonic flame surged and smelted this cultivation into powder.

All the evil cultivators who followed were also like this, struggling, dissipating their Dao bodies in this life in the demonic flames, and even that trace of natal soul light was completely incinerated, and the possibility of reincarnation was erased, and their souls were scattered.

It was the result of all the annihilations, and he didn't even waste much of Su Musha's strength, but his eyes stared at the place where the evil cultivator once stood, and Su Musha instinctively sensed a trace of weirdness.

The source of the bloody demonic flame, Su Musha can almost completely deduce, it comes from the despicable Dao and Dharma of evil cultivation, it evolves from the mottled Qi, mixed with the divine light of the soul and rags with madness and ferocity.

Even when he was in seclusion in the Langxiao Holy Land, he also saw disciples in the Holy Land, going out to seek demon cultivation, or beheading, or banning it with the Demon Gate.

Among them, there are more or less similar demon cultivators who go mad and fall into demons, the Dao heart is not strong, and the demon flame burns this life.

No matter how ferocious the demonic flame is, everything in the world, as long as it originates from the Tao and the law, will definitely leave traces between the heavens and the earth.

Su Musha had seen the Demon Flame Burning Cultivator, relying on the blood essence in the same place and still burning and burning, and was used by the disciples of the Holy Land to perform a secret method to refine it into a powerful magic treasure.

He has also seen the demon flame burn after cultivating, slowly extinguished in a silent place, or left one or two evil bone essences, or simply affected the square inch of land, burned by the demon flame shrouded by the Taoist rules, between square inches, turbidity, mottled five qi, the disciples of the Holy Land need to use the spring breeze and rain technique, such ferocious remnants are wiped out bit by bit.

But now, in front of Su Musha's eyes, in all directions, the place where the evil cultivators once stood, was empty, and there was not even a phenomenon of demonic flames distorting the rules of the Dao and disturbing yin and yang.

Could it be that the evil cultivators just now were so unbearable that there was no remnant of the Divine Fallen Land?

Or is it that there are so many demonic flames, in fact, in the Yang World, there is still a real master?

As soon as he thought of this, Su Musha's eyes suddenly became cold.

There was no need to pursue it, Su Musha had already felt a homologous breath, rising from the Broken Soul Mountain.

In that breath, there was a sea of blood and a coercion.

Even Su Musha felt the breath that was very close to the thick earth Dao.

However, this feeling is very strange, in Su Musha's mind, there is suddenly scattered light and shadow flowing.

He seems to have faced a similar existence before.

It was a grand illusion realm, and there was a world-destroying thunder blooming in the abyss, and above the abyss, there were old men who walked in the void and stood with their beards.

The same power, the same inscrutable.

But the feeling of covering Su Musha is not like a real person, not like a monk.

This is not the rumored despicable Empty Ancestor.

With cold eyes, Su Musha saw that on the Broken Soul Mountain, there was a blood-colored tripod rising in the sky.

The blood light rushed into the sky, slowly gathering into a true form.

"I, the demon of mixed yuan! you, the ants should be killed!"

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