Every spiritual stone here is crystal clear, and the spiritual power that comes out of it seems to have a fragrant atmosphere, and the spiritual power in the small courtyard is extremely strong.

Luo Feiyang, who was fat and not very tall, looked at the other Pentecostal in the formation with a solemn face.

That person was Xiao Yicai, the lord of Kurong Mountain.

Luo Feiyang exchanged Pan Henian's body for a high-grade Returning Yang Pill, thinking of using this pill to help Xiao Yicai advance to the source, for the sake of this pill, it intensified the idea that some hopeless monks who wanted to break away from the Sword Sect had a hole and no sail ship.

It's just that now that he is in the territory of demon cultivation, there is no other choice, even if there are people who are separated from morality, when faced with reality, they have to choose to be in the same boat.

Only a few days later, the Lord of Yunshan passed away again.

As expected by the Lord of Yunshan, the other monks of the Corpse Demon Sect were also staring at his body, but the Lord of Yunshan died cleanly, and said to the outside world that he had gone mad during the meditation practice, and was directly incinerated into a pile of ashes, and when Luo Feiyang saw it, there was indeed only a ball of white ash left, and there was no chance to sell the corpse again.

Luo Feiyang was worried.

Although the Sword Sect has disciples who are growing, the speed is not as fast as the decline of the advanced Dragon and Tiger late stage cultivators, if Xiao Yicai can't succeed in the tribulation this time, the situation of being a Returning Origin Realm monk alone will be even more difficult.

On the contrary, if Xiao Yicai succeeds in advancing this time, the burden on his shoulders will immediately be shared, and the situation will be greatly improved.

And this time he took out one of the last few treasures of the Sword Sect, if Xiao Yicai can really survive the catastrophe and practice that treasure, although his combat power may be weaker than his own, there are other very magical and mysterious changes.

Luo Feiyang thought about the worst things, and then thought about the more ideal situation with hope.

"Yicai, it's up to you, for your own avenue road, but also for the sect's 10,000-year inheritance" Luo Feiyang said.

Xiao Yicai nodded heavily in the array.

Dongfang Chen, waiting for the backbone of the Sword Sect shouted: "God bless my sect!"

Streams of spiritual energy erupted wildly from the spirit stones, setting off a storm of spiritual power in this compound, Xiao Yicai made a seal, he was like a whirlpool, frantically absorbing the pure spiritual power around him.

The rising sun shot from the sky, and in the morning sun, the clouds in the sky were slowly swept towards the Corpse Demon Sect by an invisible force.

Cultivating immortals for hundreds of years, Xiao Yicai finally took the most important step since cultivating immortals, he gradually guided the aura, and slowly formed an illusory towering tree around him, and the big tree emitted a series of circles of brilliance,

On the main peak of the Corpse Demon Mountain, several Daoists stood together, all of them imposing, their faces tense, looking at the green valley.

The celestial phenomena are becoming more and more amazing, the clouds in the sky emit a turquoise light, and the thousands of miles of corpse demon mountains are like reefs sinking at the bottom of a clear lake, and the top of the head is as blue as the sea, and the clouds and mist are steaming, like a huge wave surging.

"I really underestimated that group of people, I didn't expect that there would be such a profound junior under that meat winter melon!"

A thirty-year-old monk said with a fierce beast-like coercion, he is also the Supreme Elder of the Corpse Demon Sect, but his eyes are above the top, when the disciples of the Sword Sect first came, he was practicing a secret technique in retreat, and he only came out of the customs in the last few days, and he only saw Luo Feiyang after he left the customs.

Luo Feiyang has the appearance of a rich man, and he is on someone else's territory, and he is quite humble in his words, and in the eyes of this person, he feels that the Sword Sect of the Southern Wilderness is nothing more than that, the Supreme Elder of this Sword Sect does not practice the way of the sword, and the disciples of the entire sect are like dogs who have lost their families.

"Senior Brother Lan, you have dealt with them a lot, which junior is this who is in the tribulation, what are the chances of winning?" the man asked.

"It is Xiao Yicai who has crossed the catastrophe, he has practiced for four hundred years, and only now is he crossing the catastrophe of returning to the source for the first time, which is considered to be a lot of accumulation, he still has a Yang Dan in his hand that Lan traded with Luo Daoyou, it is estimated that there is a small half chance to advance to the source, and I am called a fellow Daoist!"

This thirty-year-old man was stunned and said, "Senior Brother Lan, you are really willing to trade with people with the Yang Dan!"

Lan Lao Mo smiled slightly, and asked rhetorically: "Senior Brother Wan Luo, do you think Lan Mou is a brainless and generous person? This deal is just to take what you need, and Lan Mou is still a little cheap. ”

When Wan Luo was about to ask again, he suddenly saw that among the clouds in the sky, the aura formed a shadow, leaping out of the clouds and mist above the blue sky, the sky appeared a vision, and the expressions of the cultivators changed slightly, looking at the scales of the frog Jiao shining.

"Senior Brother Zhang, on the side of the couch, how can we allow others to sleep soundly, we can't look at the Sword Sect in the Corpse Demon Mountain!" Wan Luo said to the Daoist in the middle.

The old man standing in the middle of the crowd was wearing a moon-white robe, and the robe was embroidered with several huge hollow bone marrow, which was very different from the elegant wind of the fairy road, and there was a faint demonic aura around this old man's body.

This person is the true person of the Corpse Demon Sect Sect Sect Yan Ming, of course, some people call him the Yan Ming Old Demon, this old man has cultivated to the late stage of the Returning Origin Realm Great Cultivator Realm.

Several other Demon Cultivators in the Origin Realm all emitted an aura like a fierce beast, but his fierce aura was not obvious, and it was between being and not being there.

If he can advance to the realm of the Divine Realm, this faint corpse demon aura can be fully absorbed, and it is difficult for ordinary demon monks to see it.

"This seat treats people with sincerity, Luo Daoyou and this seat reached an agreement to form an alliance, and this seat promised him to lead his disciples to live in my sect for a hundred years, I agreed, and I will not go back on my word!"

There was an extremely strong majesty in the plain voice of the Yan Ying Old Demon, giving people a strong sense of oppression, and Wan Luo and the other few Supreme Elders who wanted to say more immediately kept silent.

"Senior Brother Wanluo, you have advanced to the source less than a Jiazi, the return to the source realm and the dragon and tiger realm are very different after all, the dragon and tiger realm is to compete for a line of opportunities, hundreds of boats compete for the stream, do not turn the slightest slack, you have to rely on ruthless words. ”

"Your qualifications are not outstanding, you can win, it is not easy to become a person in my generation, but you can't be arrogant just because you become the Supreme Elder of a sect, Luo Daoyou of the Sword Sect who is despised by you, really with strength, is far above you. ”

"I still remember that when Luo Daoyou first came to my sect, he could still feel a strange aura in this seat, but recently he seems to have a sense of rebellion!"

"In addition to arrogance, you can't have a jealous heart, the Sword Sect and we are allies of each other, they are strong, and they are also a big help for us"

"Only the weak will be afraid that their peers will suddenly become stronger, and they will be afraid that their former companions will become seniors! As the Supreme Elder of our sect, you must have self-confidence, you must know that when their Sword Sect power is getting stronger, the disciples of our sect are also getting stronger. ”

The old demon of the Yan Ming benefited a lot from the corpse demon scripture obtained by Luo Feiyang, he himself was another great monk, and he was in the corpse demon mountain, he was extremely confident in the strength of his sect, and he was not afraid of a situation where the Sword Sect had one more monk from the Returning Origin Realm.

Wan Luo Daoren hurriedly bent his body slightly, and said, "Senior Brother Zhang's advice is extremely good!"

The old demon of Yan Ming looked at the sky like a sword, looked at the celestial phenomenon, and said after a few breaths:

"It's all gone, if the other party succeeds in the tribulation, Senior Brother Lan, you bring a congratulatory gift and run on behalf of this seat. ”

Lan Lao Mo said: "Obey the decree of Senior Brother!"

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Western Desert, Black Wind Forest.

Mu Mihe recognized the direction, and the imperial envoy flew a rainbow, flying more than twenty feet above the ground, which was almost not far above the canopy, and if it flew a little higher, it would touch the strange wind above the Black Wind Forest.

"Roar!"

After flying away for a long time, suddenly the sound of the beast roar came from afar, and it came from afar, there were beast roars on the mountains everywhere, and a group of demon birds flew out in front of them, with iron mouths and sharp claws, and the number was overwhelming.

The lotus flowers are discolored.

The demon birds living in groups, although a single cultivator could not be afraid of her, a dragon and tiger monk, but after the number increased, Mu Mihe did not dare to fly in the sky in a big way.

The rainbow light dissipated under her feet, and she fell into the woods.

"Demon birds don't fly in panic for no reason, it's because there are fierce beasts on the ground!"

Demon birds are conducive to air combat, although demon beasts can take off into the air, in fact, to control the demon wind and demon birds in the air more flexible, that is not as good, after all, the sky is the main battlefield of demon birds, so there are often examples of demon beasts driving demon birds to the sky, but they cannot be killed.

In other words, there must be a fierce beast with no weak strength in front of him, and Mu Mihe subconsciously released his divine sense.

"Roar!"

Dozens of miles ahead, a black King Kong-like giant ape several feet high, the muscles of this giant ape were as strong as a dragon, and it had a great visual impact, and it turned its head sharply and looked in the direction of Mu Mihe.

When it was discovered by Mumihe, it also discovered Mumihe.

Then it gave up a large six-zhang snake that was about to be caught by it, and the latter scurried and flew into the forest, quickly disappearing.

The giant ape jumped up and let out a loud roar, the sound echoing in the Black Wind Forest, the mountains were boiling, and many weak demon beasts fled one after another.

"It's not good, I'm being targeted by a demon beast!" Mu Mihe's face changed, and the demon beast came against the wind, and the speed was extremely fast.

With a roar, a giant ape in the shape of a man jumped out of the forest, smashed a big tree, and stomped on the ground, trampling on the earth to the ground, and a pair of huge red eyes grew on his hideous hairy face, and his eyes were full of fierce light.

The demonic aura is soaring, and it is a seventh-order demon beast fire-eyed fierce ape.

"Trouble ......"

Mu Mihe was startled at first, and then found that it was only a newly advanced fire-eyed fierce ape, otherwise a seventh-order demon beast would be able to rival the late-stage Dragon and Tiger monks, and it would be difficult to win with her strength, and now it seemed that although it was inevitable to fight a vicious battle, she thought to herself that with magic weapons and corpse training, it would not be much of a problem to repel this seventh-order fierce ape.

"Roar!"

The fire-eyed fierce ape pounced, the fierce beast is like a cold-faced killer, it won't say hello when it comes out, it won't chat with you first, and hand over some treasure, in its eyes, the human monk is food, a piece full of spiritual energy and flesh.

(End of chapter)