Everyone soared through the clouds and mist, crossed the high mountains, and came to the territory of the king of alien beasts and the old demon of Montenegro.

An Bai Xutian swept his holy eyes, and saw that the high mountain here exuded a faint demonic aura, and the upper and lower were integrated, and the old demon of the Black Mountain, as the name suggests, is the essence of alienation with this black mountain as the main body.

The snake demon's name is Qianhua, and he landed on the top of the mountain first, and his huge body gradually shrank into a human body, and he bowed to the top of the mountain with a respectful posture, which was the respect for the king of this place.

An Bai and the others lowered their cloud heads, followed behind Qianhua, crossed the mountain stream, and came to a wide stone wall, Qianhua stopped.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the old demon of Montenegro has boundless power, and this is really the environment he has set up for everyone, and you are not allowed to enter. Qianhua looked at Zhang Chengyong with embarrassment, here, she didn't want to go in to challenge the majesty of the old demon of Montenegro, and she couldn't resist Zhang Chengyong, an eight-foot strong man, looking at Duan Qianrui with tears in her eyes, hoping that it could save herself again.

"Is my disciple alive or dead!! Duan Qianrui, who was anxious about the disciples, could take care of Qianhua's feelings, and relied on the Buddhist scriptures to suppress his anger.

"He's still alive!" Qianhua looked at Duan Lang's anxious expression, and couldn't help but panic, telling the key points.

It turns out that this stone wall is a large-scale illusion built by the old demon of Montenegro with peerless cultivation, and all the people, demons, demons, and ghosts who are invested in it will be sealed and cultivated, modify their bodies, interfere with their memories, and crawl in the rolling red dust, and accompany the old demon of Montenegro until they die.

This old demon of the Black Mountain cultivated to the sky, but because he was not a flesh and blood creature, it was difficult to transform into a shape, and he could only stay here for the rest of his life, which was extremely empty.

Zhang Chengyong weighed his cultivation, well~ The peak of the Sanshang realm, but it is not a problem to cross the ranks and fight.

However, compared with the demon power of this mountain according to the situation we have learned so far, this old demon of the Black Mountain is afraid that he has already stepped into the hall of the saint with one foot, and this terrifying sense of oppression in the dark has been experienced by Zhang Chengyong when he was facing off against the army of the royal court.

An Bai looked at the stone wall in front of him in surprise, this is the prototype of a red world, the small world brought by the saint!

However, it is still evolving, and there are many imperfections, which cannot be compared with their own yin and yang worlds, but there is also a trace of value for reference in the details, after all, the angles and starting points of the two sides are different.

This old demon of Montenegro is amazing!

An Bai sighed in admiration and looked at the disciples, this may be an opportunity for everyone.

Immediately, seven wisps of imperial qi quietly drilled out of the body, protecting everyone's ignorant spirits.

An Bai spoke:

"Everyone, this illusion is acceptable, the red dust, forging mortal bones is expected to ascend to immortals, do you dare to take a look?"

The teacher spoke, Yan Yan and everyone responded, Qi'er and Luo Hou were naturally the first to look at the white horse, and only Qianhua was at a loss.

What? The person at the head turned out to be this unsightly and handsome son?

Qianhua couldn't understand that An Bai was the only one who could see through her cultivation, a genuine little monk of the Tianhe realm,

She also thought that An Bai was a foil among everyone!

Looking at An Bai surrounded by stars, Qianhua blurted out in shock to Zhang Chengyong, who he thought was strong:

"Isn't he your henchman!"

When Zhang Chengyong heard this, he didn't like it in his heart, and slapped it with one palm, Qianhua fell to the ground, and spit out several mouthfuls of demon blood in his mouth.

Qianhua looked at the strong man in front of him with a shocked face, and he didn't know why.

In a cold tone, Zhang Chengyong said:

"This time, forgive you for not being the evil demon, unintentionally offended, next time, if you dare to insult my teacher, you will be wiped out, and you will never be able to live forever!"

"Humph!"

After that, he resumed the spring breeze on his face, and walked with his fellow teachers and entered the rolling red dust of the old demon of the Black Mountain.

"Wait for me, heroes!!"

Glancing at Qianhua who fell to the ground, Duan Qianrui's eyes flashed with a trace of unbearability, but he couldn't care too much, in comparison, he was more concerned about the safety of the second apprentice.

"Wait for me, heroes!!"

Duan Qianrui stepped into the stone wall quickly, and was instantly covered by the illusion envelope.

Everyone is isolated by the illusion, arranging different identities,

Almost instantly, Anbai was refreshed.

His life was engraved by his father in the basic laws of the world, and no matter how real the illusion is, it is only an illusion after all.

It's just that, for the sake of the needs of training, An Bai's main consciousness took the initiative to fall silent, and this body began to participate in this rolling red world according to its self-evolving identity.

Except for An Bai, the rest of the people splicing the emperor's qi can only ensure that the spiritual platform is not lost, as for the sooner or later when they wake up, they have to rely on chance.

It's possible not to wake up.

Eating chicken blindfolded, stimulating.

"Erlang, you come out with me today, you can't learn the ancestral craft, then learn how to sell!"

A half-hundred-hundred-year-old man with a kind face couldn't help but smile warmly when he looked at the young man holding a wooden stick, interspersed with snacks wrapped in a thatched camp rope, and carrying a large bag of change around his waist.

This is my own son!

That's right, a family of three makes a living by selling sugar gourds, and the craftsmanship of half a hundred men who soak in sugar and adjust acid is a must in the city!

The boy shouldered the display shelf, and the strings of sugar gourds on it were delicate, and he was very excited, this was the first time he had followed his father to sell sugar gourds!

"Chenghui, five big money!" the father smiled and took the diner's account, casually pulled a sugar gourd string from the display shelf, and handed it to the diner.

Thanks to its unique deliciousness, Erlang's sugar gourd is the best sold in the city, and it is five times more expensive than the rest of the sugar gourds!

But demand still outstrips supply.

Seeing that the sugar gourd in front of him was gradually sold out, there was a faint haze between Erlang's eyebrows when he was happy.

After all, he can't learn his father's craft,

Why can't your own blood?

Yes, the reason why the taste of the rock sugar gourd in Erlang's family is very different from the rest of the family is that one is in the process of making.

A few drops of his own blood were dripped into the syrup.

I heard my father say that it was ancestral, not even my mother, so it stands to reason that my own blood should be okay!

But why, the taste made is not on a business trip, and there is no taste of my father's blood at all!

It seems that this ancestral craft is about to be broken when it comes to himself, and Erlang carried the empty display shelf and returned home dejected.

The father didn't say anything, but kindly touched the back of his head with his big warm hand, patted him lightly twice, and said:

"Go play, and remember to go home before dark!"

After closing his words, his father took the display shelf and went home alone, Erlang finished his day's work, and got his father's permission again, and jumped around the streets and alleys excitedly.

"Chirp, tweet!"

Jiro raised his head and saw a person in the alley, who suddenly changed in shape, broke his clothes, and turned into a bird. It is shaped like a normal crow, but it has three heads, six tails, and likes to laugh like a human.

A flash of light flashed through his mind, and a message appeared that did not belong to the city:

"The mountain of winged looks, there are birds, its shape is like black, three heads and six tails and good laughter, the name is called the owl, the service makes people not tired, and can resist the evil. ”

The swiftness that came out of Jiro's mind puzzled him,

And this strange bird, which resembles a crow, retracts its laughter, its eyes gradually change from confusion to soberness, flapping its wings, spreading its wings and flying away!