After a while, Wu Daoan fell out of the wormhole in embarrassment, and suddenly fell on a beautiful mountain peak, the surrounding scenery is like an ink painting, and there are birds singing and warblers crying, a harmony.

It seems that classmate Wu is still lucky this time, and that ancient teleportation array is actually leading to the human world. It's unclear if there are humans on this plane, but at least it won't be a gloomy demon realm. Looking at the familiar natural scene, Wu Daoan had a feeling of being reborn as a human.

It's a pity that he hasn't enjoyed the scenery much yet, a tingling pain swept through his body, and the aura around him was tearing at every inch of his skin like ants. Wu Daoan sat on the ground in pain, and knew in his heart: because he was already a demon body, this aura was like a poison to him, just like he was tortured by demon qi when he first entered the demon realm in the past. According to experience, he had to find a place to hide, and wait for his physical physique to transform into a cultivation physique again, but it was inevitable that he would have to experience the feeling that life was worse than death.

In order to alleviate the pain, he tried his best to use the demonic energy stored in his body to resist the bite of the aura, and flew into the air to scan the surroundings, trying to find a secluded cave.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from afar: "He Fang Demon Cultivator, he dares to sneak into my Linshan Sect!"

The next moment, a middle-aged green-robed Taoist priest shot like lightning from a distance, stopping in front of Wu Daoan, followed by several young disciples, all of whom took out magic weapons and stared at the uninvited guest with a wary face.

At this moment, Wu Daoan's body was covered by a thick layer of demonic energy, so these monks couldn't see his face. But just such a strong demonic aura was enough to make them tremble.

One disciple was the first to admit it. whispered to the middle-aged Taoist priest: "Master Master, the momentum of this demon cultivation is so strong, I'm afraid that the cultivation is very high. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest snorted coldly: "Don't forget." We are protected by the True Martial Sect, so we don't need to be afraid. ”

Wu Daoan is a clever person, and when he heard the mystery in his words, it seems that the other party doesn't dare to do it. He thought in his heart: It is obvious that demon cultivators are not popular on this planet, and if they flee rashly, they will be easily chased and killed by the other party. Although his strength is comparable to the Void Return, the other party's highest cultivation is only the Transformation of God. But now that he is in the cultivation realm after all, he uses one less part of his demonic qi, and when his demonic qi is exhausted, everything will be over. If you kill a few people in front of you. It was also inappropriate, because it was inevitable that the news would be besieged by other powerful monks.

In fact, in an instant, Wu Daoan made up his mind and coughed lightly. conjure up a hoarse voice that is neither male nor female. He said: "Presumptuous! You know the identity of the deity! With the means of the deity, it is only a thought to level your little mountain gate!"

While speaking, Wu Daoan endured the severe pain and released some more demonic energy in his body. At this moment, if you look at it from a distance, Wu Daoan is like a black sun, exuding a tyrannical and ferocious aura from time to time.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was also shocked by this momentum, and he didn't dare to act rashly for a while. However, he is also a clever person, and he quickly slowed down: "My sect has nothing to do with the Demon Dao. There are no grievances, I don't know why the seniors came?"

Well. The seniors have all called out, and it seems that this boss is indeed a little cowardly and doesn't want to do it. Wu Daoan also took advantage of the steps to soften his tone: "The deity does not deceive the juniors such as you, and tells the truth." In fact, the deity had suffered a little injury before, and needed to recuperate for a period of time in a place full of spiritual energy. If you don't obey, the deity will destroy your sect first, and then go out to find it. ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest hesitated a little. Although he could call the Upper Sect, it always took time to go back and forth. And if the other party notices and gives himself to XX first, then who will he find to reason? But if he secretly hides the demon cultivator, the news will come out, and it will affect the image, and he will be despised by the righteous path.

Seeing that the other party was hesitant, but Wu Daoan was already approaching the end of the strong crossbow, and the demonic qi in his body was rapidly depleting. He gritted his teeth, released a large amount of demonic energy again, and let out a strange laugh: "Hahaha, it seems that you are toasting and not eating and drinking, you must force the deity to make a move!"

Because of the scattered demonic energy, the originally beautiful mountain peaks are now dead silent, the flowers and trees have all withered, and even the soil has turned a miserable green color. The head of the sect was frightened, and remembered all the murderous rumors about demon cultivation that he had heard before, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind, and gave a salute to Wu Daoan: "This sect has always been happy to help others, how can you not help your predecessors when they are in trouble? If the seniors don't dislike it, you might as well go to the juniors' cave to recuperate." There is a lot of spiritual energy, and it will definitely satisfy the seniors. ”

Wu Daoan snorted coldly from the corner of his mouth: "Hugh is long-winded, lead the way quickly!"

In this way, the group came to a cave, and standing at the entrance of the cave, a spiritual aura like substance came to their noses. However, although this aura is a treasure for the monk, but Wu Dao'an is miserable, being hit like this, it is inevitable that some aura will penetrate into the skin through the demonic qi barrier, and his tears will fall from the pain, but he can only grit his teeth and hold on, pretending to calmly turn around the entrance of the cave, and continue to speak in a hoarse voice that is neither male nor female: "Yes, right here! From now on, the deity is in retreat here." At the end of the retreat, you will be rewarded with your own treasures. But if you find out that you have different intentions, don't blame me for destroying your entire sect and leaving no chickens and dogs!"

"Don't dare, don't dare!" the head of the house broke out in a cold sweat and respectfully watched the other party enter the cave.

Wu Daoan came to the depths of the cave, and used his previous knowledge to lay down some simple prohibitions, and finally the magic power was exhausted, and the aura around him penetrated into his internal organs, like ants kept gnawing, the skin and flesh on his body quickly rotted and fell, and he was in tears, rolling all over the ground, his silver teeth clenched his cuffs, and his delicate little face was full of pale white. This kind of pain is even more painful than the transformation of the physique of the demon race that day, because the aura here is too abundant. However, it stands to reason that the more abundant the aura, the faster his physique will be transformed. After all, he can't stay here for long, he must eliminate the demon body as soon as possible and then try to slip away.

Every second of time was like a century of torment for him, sometimes fainting in pain, but soon waking up from the bite of the aura. In this way, hovering on the verge of a nervous breakdown, I don't know how long it took for the pain to slowly lessen. Correspondingly, the spiritual root appeared in his body and slowly took shape.

At this time, Wu Daoan became a skeleton again, but fortunately, the root of wisdom began to radiate, the aura wrapped his bones layer by layer, the muscles and veins and blood gradually formed, and finally a layer of tender white skin covered it.

The whole process lasted for at least a month before it was over, and Wu Daoan took a look at his new appearance through the bronze mirror: the small corner of his forehead that previously represented the demon clan disappeared, his pupils changed from purple to black, and the overall facial features were softer than before, and the green silk also became the color of ink.

Of course, the corresponding price is that Wu Daoan also completely lost the strength of the Demon Venerable when he was a demon, and now he is really like a weak woman, without any cultivation. But fortunately, the new spiritual root has been formed, and after having the spiritual root, you can start practicing again.

However, Wu Daoan encountered another small problem: eating. After all, without cultivation, there would be no way to absorb nutrients from the void, so naturally you would have to eat mortal food. Fortunately, there was a water spring deep in the cave, so at least he would not die of thirst. But even so, after being hungry on an empty stomach for three days, Wu Daoan had no strength, and his stomach kept 'cooing' in protest.

Just as he was thinking about how to sneak out to find food, suddenly there was a loud bang outside the cave entrance, and all the prohibitions he had arranged before were destroyed in an instant, and an old but energetic voice came into the cave mansion: "He Fang Demon Cultivator, how dare you be presumptuous in my True Martial Sect territory!" (To be continued.) )