It's a dark red, bloody world.

There is no sun, no flowers, just endless hills of red plains. The whole space was filled with tyranny and violence, and a bloody aura was almost indissolvable. The whole space gives a feeling of extreme oppression.

Zheng Zheng, like most immortal cultivators, looked at this strange world with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Murong Boxuan took out an ancient book from his arms, flipped through it, then closed it, and said lightly: "Everyone follow me." ”

The group honestly followed Murong Boxuan and flew forward with a magic weapon.

Along the way, there was no sign of life at all, and what I could occasionally see was the white bones of the forest exposed on the ground, mixed with the bewitching red soil, which was strange and terrifying.

About a hundred miles deep, a bare red rock mountain appeared in front of me.

Murong Boxuan stopped everyone, and all the flying magic weapons landed.

He put away the three-foot sword in a chic manner, and his expression, which had been unwavering, finally changed slightly, and his voice was a little solemn: "After turning over this Hongyan Mountain, you will truly enter the dangerous area of the Star Demon Small Domain, where the environment is very different from here, and the monsters are gathered, and there are extremely large numbers. I hope that there will be an advance team to explore the way ahead, I don't know who will dare to take on it?"

All the monks were silent, and none of them were the first to emerge.

What are you kidding, most people come here just to awaken the spirit bead and reap the benefits, not to throw their lives here. I don't know what the situation is in this small domain of the Star Demon, and I don't know how to die when I rush in.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little dull, Bo Xuan's face became a little ugly, and he couldn't help but snort and said, "Changjian, among your senior brothers, you have the fastest flying speed, so you can pick a few people to explore the way." ”

"Yes. Murong Changjian is a thin middle-aged man with a dark face, and he doesn't know if he was born like this, or if he was scared, anyway, listening to his voice, he was a little lacking in confidence.

His gaze sparkled over the many monks.

The vast majority of immortal cultivators lowered their heads, looked at their noses and noses, and did not dare to make eye contact with him.

He watched it for a long time, and then ordered a few at random.

Those who were not ordered were relieved, and those who were ordered were crying and mourning.

Murong Boxuan spoke again at this time: "You don't have to worry, our brigade is behind you, if there is any unexpected situation, reinforcements will definitely be in place as soon as possible." And my Murong family will also remember your hard work. On the basis of the original, your allocation will be increased. ”

Hearing this, Chang Jian, including several immortal cultivators, his face softened slightly.

Zheng Zheng also breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Murong Changkang stepped forward and said with a slight respect: "Senior Uncle, there is an Elder Keqing under my door, he has a Jindan eight-layer flying mount, and his speed is one of the best among our bunch of people, if he goes, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort." ”

"Oh, I don't know which fellow Daoist it is?" Murong Bo Xuanxiao said with interest.

No way.

You won't say it's me, will you?

Zheng Zheng scolded his mother wildly, and he was almost about to jump and run away, and he already had the urge to break Changkang's body into eight sections. Besides, your daughter was still saved by me, how can you turn your head and beat me up?

Sure enough, Changkang laughed, and then gave Zheng Zheng an encouraging look, and then said slightly: "This person's name is Beishan Painting, and there is a white-eyed six-winged flyfly under the seat, which can reach the green underworld, and the bottom can penetrate the nine shadows. ”

"Good, not bad. Murong Boxuan's eyes lit up and he said approvingly.

I'll go to your sister.

When Young Master Ben goes out this time, he must entertain your precious girl well.

Zheng Zheng thought angrily in his heart.

In fact, this time, he really wronged Changkang.

In Murong Changkang's heart, Zheng Zheng is a talent he values very much. There are even plans to introduce the idea of helping. The reason why I recommend it is nothing more than to show my face at this time and reverse the image of doing unfavorable things in the eyes of all my uncles.

Sure enough, when he saw Murong Boxuan's smiling eyes, his heart was relieved, as if he had won a commendation.

It's just that Zheng Zheng is suffering, obviously extremely unhappy in his heart, and he still has to hold back a smile on his stool face.

Soon, Murong Changjian, along with the six Jindan early stage monks, each played a magic weapon or mount, and began to fly over Hongyan Mountain, and then cautiously advanced. Among them, Zheng Zheng's white-eyed six-winged fly is particularly conspicuous.

After passing the Red Rock Mountain, the color of the Demon Domain space became darker red, and the atmosphere was more depressing. The group was more cautious, and after flying forward for about 100 miles, the ground under their feet had changed completely, as if there were countless small golden-red lakes, bubbling with bright red bubbles, and the thick smell of blood made people want to vomit when they smelled it.

"Look, what is that?" said an immortal cultivator, pointing to the bubbles in surprise.

Zheng Zheng hurriedly moved his eyes, and the huge blood-colored bubble rose from the small lake, only ten meters away from the ground, and burst open with a "pop", the red pulp fell like blood, and there was a small monster writhing desperately there in the middle.

Zheng Zheng saw it clearly, it was a little monster with only hands, feet, and tail, with pupils and no benevolence, and a mouth and nose, with a whole body as blood-red as fresh meat, and a body only the size of a palm.

The little monster squeaked twice, disappeared into the small lake, and disappeared.

Everyone's eyes were a little straight, Changjian swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said in a stiff voice: "This should be the Heavenly Demon Birth Lake, and that little monster is the little Heavenly Demon that has just hatched?"

Little Heavenly Demon?

A few monks were stunned and looked at the endless plain, which was full of dense birth lakes, and couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts, how many heavenly demons can be cultivated every day with so many birth lakes?

For a while, they didn't know what to do.

At this moment, a strong red mist blew through the sky, and then there were at least a thousand monster figures in the sky from the bottom of the lake, with similar appearances, hideous expressions, violent and demonic energy, blood red all over the body, most of them had two pairs of wings on their backs, and held red forks, red sticks and other weapons, among which there were some, with four arms, four arms and two wings, and so on. There are also some differences in their strength, the more arms and wings on their bodies, and the taller they are, the stronger their demonic energy will be.

The demon soldiers took off into the air, and they all let out a sharp whistle, converging into a powerful magic sound, and the liquid of the exploding Nativity Lake emptied and exploded, the mud flew sideways, the red clouds swirled and ramped away, and the void shook everywhere.

"Oh no, it's a magic sound. Several monks were shocked, and each of them played the strongest defensive magic weapon, even Zheng Zheng was no exception, and the Heavenly Qingyun flew out of his chest, enveloping his whole body.

The sky suddenly became colorful, and the light of various magic weapons shone brightly.

Thousands of demon soldiers did not pause, and swarmed like a tide.

Among a bunch of people, except for Zheng Zheng, who easily wrote about accidents, the other few people blocked it quite hard.

He spread out his fists, and suddenly clenched them fiercely, two silver lights flashed, and a pair of fist gloves as thin as gold thread were already worn on his palms.

This is the famous magic weapon of Kitayama painting: the back boxing glove.