Chapter 162: Humans, Demons and Demons Gather in Yunmeng

"Thirty days!" Wang An took the Shennong order in his hand and checked it with interest.

After entering the Shennong Secret Realm, Wang An felt that the bottleneck of the three major spiritual tricks on his body was faintly loosened, which made him very surprised.

There is also Xiao Jin, who seems to have turned into a sky-swallowing giant beast here, and the aura of the savage atmosphere in the secret realm actually swarmed into Xiao Jin's body.

At a glance, Xiao Jin's body is full of golden light, and his momentum is as brilliant as the sun, noble and mysterious, and he dominates the world.

After adapting to it for half an hour, the aura on Xiao Jin's body barely converged, and as for Wang An, the ancestral witch chaos was completely automatic, and his own wild aura was perfectly integrated with his spatial aura.

"This should be the northwest of the Shennong Secret Realm!" Wang An closed his eyes, and the Hundred Herbs and Thousands of Flowers instantly covered the Hundred Herbs and Thousands of Flowers in the square circle.

The cycle of life and death, the rise and fall of glory, everything is in the sea of knowledge, and some traces of time can be vaguely felt.

"Little Kim, help me see, there will be good luck when you go to that place. Xuanzhi, Wang An asked with a smile and staring at Xiao Jin with a look of enjoyment.

"Okay!" At this moment, Xiao Jin surprisingly cooperated with Wang An, nodded his little head and said.

The next moment, Xiao Jin swam in the air, and the slightest aura remained in the air, leaving a strange aura behind every trace, and finally merged into a mysterious octagonal pattern.

Immediately after that, the tortoise shell on Xiao Jin's back emitted a mysterious halo, and the surrounding aura was used towards Xiao Jin, and the invisible octagonal pattern in the air flashed with golden light, and disappeared in an instant in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Wang An's pupils shrank violently, and he stared at Xiao Jin in the air in surprise.

At the moment when the tortoise shell on Xiao Jin's back emitted a golden light, Wang An felt a mysterious aura, which seemed to pluck the strings of his fate as if the waves had plucked the strings of his fate, making him feel a panic for no reason.

"Go in that direction!" Xiao Jin flew back, shaking his head and pointing to the position due east with his front paws.

Seeing the location that Xiao Jin was pointing to, Wang An was stunned for a while, in fact, there is a map in the Shennong inheritance, although it is a little different from the present, but it is basically accurate.

The place that Xiao Jin refers to is the location of Shennong Ding.

"Xiao Jin, it was a ritual for you to swim in the air just now, and it actually had an effect on me, what kind of spell is this?" Wang An asked Xiao Jin with some hesitation.

"It's not a spell, I don't know what it is, anyway, after I advance, it will naturally be, a ritual specially used for divination, it seems to be an inheritance!" The eyes the size of the little golden mung bean rolled slightly, and said with an innocent expression.

"It seems that your parents are not simple, and you have only just begun to unseal this inheritance mark. Wang An looked at Xiao Jin and said firmly.

So Wang An and Xiao Jin went all the way to the east with a turtle, Wang An didn't walk very fast, and he still had to collect pills for the wind.

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In a blink of an eye, a day passed, and the Baicao Gate and the Lihuo Gate entered the foundation building monks came out of the secret realm one after another, some returned empty-handed, some returned with full loads, and even more died and stayed in the secret realm forever.

The immortal road is long and the bones are dry, how many people have entered the immortal capital?

Gradually, the people of the two sects came to know that the monks of the dual cultivation of the Dharma body could stay in it for a longer time, and the higher the cultivation, the longer they could stay inside.

After discovering that a large amount of thousand-year-old spirit grass had been brought out of the secret realm, the Yuanying monks of the Baicao Gate and the Lihuo Gate secretly brought a part of the fake Dan monks to the Yunmeng Swamp.

The False Dan monk is the monk who failed to attack the Jindan for the first time, and his own cultivation is far beyond the monk who has built the foundation, but it is far inferior to the Jindan, so it is called the False Dan.

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In other words, in the evening of this day, the space above the Yunmeng Swamp suddenly tore, the aura rolled, and the demonic qi was monstrous.

A vast, brilliant momentum spreads everywhere like a turbulent wave.

The Baicao Gate and the Lihuo Gate, as well as the monks from all walks of life on the periphery, knelt on the ground together under the pressure of this vast and boundless force, and the Jindan monks of the two factions could still stand vaguely, but their faces were extremely ugly.

"Hmph, Heavenly Dao Palace, Hundred Flowers Valley, Heavenly Demon Hall...... Are you going to rebel?"

Two figures, one red and one gray, flew out of the foundation of the Lihuo Gate and the Baicao Gate in an instant.

A beard with hair as white as snow, a crown of hair tied high, and a milky hairpin inserted on it, faintly visible mysterious runes on the hairpin, at first glance it is not ordinary, this person is white and lonely.

The other person was wearing a red robe, red eyebrows and red hair, and his eyes showed a fierce look, this was the Yuanying monk from the Fire Gate, Huo Yanming's grandfather Huo Wuji.

The two of them flew into the air, Huo Wuji was like a scorching sun, and the surrounding void shook with amazing momentum, on the other hand, Bai Guxuan's whole body was green, and a burst of life force spread everywhere, and the aura was vertical and horizontal.

"Haha, it's you two old guys! Why are you two factions monopolizing this secret realm? We're going to go in too!"

"Trespass, old ghost, get out of the way, or I won't mind refining you into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!"

"Haha, it's difficult for us to cultivate, but this is not a good place here, so I want the sons and daughters to go around......"

For a time, the Yuanying monks of the three realms of scattered cultivation, righteous path, and demon gate were menacing and imposing.

"Hmph! no! this is my territory from the Fire Gate and the Hundred Grass Gate, you guys get out of here!" Huo Wuji is worthy of being a fire attribute monk, and his temper is abnormal.

"Hehe, old fire ghost, do you mean you want to be invincible with us?" an old man with a tall silver puppet standing beside him looked at Huo Wuji suspiciously.

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Just when the swords of the two sides were facing each other and were about to erupt, an accident happened.

"Whew!"

I saw a demonic wind approaching frantically in the distance, and a demonic aura that destroyed the world came overwhelmingly.

"Boom!"

The space shook, and in an instant, there were more than a dozen frightening-looking Yuanying monks.

There is a dragon head and a human body, a leopard print on the face, and wings on the back......

"Hmph, Demon Dragon Pond, Ten Thousand Demon Valley...... Why are you here for us humans?Do you want to start a battle of demons?" The human cultivators, who were still glaring at each other just now, were surprisingly kind at this time, and looked at the demon cultivators with a wary face.

"Haha, the prophet of my Bai Ze clan predicted that there was a shocking opportunity here, so the old man came over to take a look. An old man with two horns on his head and a goatee said with a smile.

"Hmph, this is human territory, and you are not welcome. Please go back!" Bai Guxuan quietly sent a transmission note, and then looked coldly at the demon cultivator opposite.

"Hahaha, but whatever, today my Jiaolong clan must enter this secret realm. A big man with scales on his cheeks and horns on his forehead said domineeringly.

"Hehe, it looks like you want to go back on your stomach today. In the human lineup, a fifty-year-old man with a short stature and a full body of demonic energy looked at each other strangely.