The black cloud transformed by the old demon of Montenegro doesn't know what it is, but it can be big or small, and it is fickle. It looks like cumulus clouds before the rain, but it is much denser than the clouds, and it seems to be substantial, rolling and rushing at a height of several thousand meters, as fast as a crossbow, as fast as a flying star, whistling and rushing away.

Those who stood underground only saw a faint dark cloud in the sky, blown away by the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wang Zhong was wrapped in the dark clouds, struggled a few times, very uncomfortable, this dark cloud was like a ball of sticky glue, sticking all the limbs of the body, no matter how hard Wang Zhong tried, he could only struggle slightly, to get out, it was a fantasy.

It was pitch black in front of him, and the surroundings were hot, Wang Zhong was a little worried about the old sister, and tentatively shouted a few times: "Old sister, old sister, Li Zongbing, Li Chengliang!" shouted a few times, but there was no response, only the strong wind in his ears was whistling, and it seemed to be flying at high speed.

"You're an old demon in Montenegro? I'm finally here? What do you mean? Have we met?"

The old demon of Montenegro is famous all over the world, and the evil demon Zuo Dao who has covered thousands of 30,000 waters, even the countless grandmasters and masters in the three decent schools of Shi, Dao, and Confucianism are beyond their reach. Usually when a martial artist talks about it, he immediately changes, but Wang Zhong is not afraid. I just want to ask clearly, because of what happened during this time, the people who have experienced it are too much of a mystery.

Wang Zhong heard the voice of the old demon of Black Mountain, remembered the scene of being wrapped in black clouds and breaking through the sky just now, and guessed that he must be flying in the air at this time.

Since killing Zhou Huanwen and his gang, being wanted by the state, suddenly erupting in the crater of Changbai Mountain, and coming to the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, along the way, the things he has encountered and the people he has seen are all incredible! Even if Wang Zhong has no distractions, his heart is like a rock of steel, and he does not move, he can't help but be a little puzzled.

The volcano erupted, and the thing that brought the brother and sister back to the Ming Dynasty can definitely be the stone tablet, and the inscription on the stone tablet is the four words "Black Mountain Old Demon". Obviously, everything has to be explained by this powerful, mysterious old demon. Between Wang Zhong's voices, there was still a hint of excitement and expectation in his tone.

It has always been said that the immortal path has no basis, and the theory of immortality is ethereal, but now he has seen it with his own eyes, and it is all true, what kind of hope is greater than this? At this moment, Wang Zhong threw away all the miscellaneous thoughts such as fortune and misfortune, time and space, the past and the future.

Sure enough, he was firm in his mind and was not bound by the world. The black clouds wrapped around him made a sharp and piercing sound, and Wang Zhong's ears were buzzing, as if the old demon of the Black Mountain was speaking in his ear, "You have too many doubts in your heart, and when you get to my Seven Killing Demon Palace, you can ask me one by one, and there are also your companions waiting for you." Don't talk now!"

Speaking of the last word, the old demon of the Black Mountain suddenly let out a long roar, Wang Zhong only felt that the black clouds around him were boiling, rolling and scattering, and the sound of the wind in his ears became more intense.

After a few minutes, his eyes suddenly lit up, his body was cold, and the fierce wind was blowing, which made Wang Zhong's breathing very unsmooth.

The black clouds cleared, and when I opened my eyes, I could barely see the mountains at my feet, lush, white snow at the top, the hot air belching from the volcanic craters in the distance, and the pungent smell of sulfur.

At this look, Wang Zhong found that his body was high in the air, suspended against common sense, and when he looked up, the original black cloud turned into a big slap again, lifting his clothes, and levitating himself at a height of several thousand meters. The air currents in the high altitude fluctuated violently, forming a violent wind, blowing themselves, their clothes rattled, their bodies swayed, and if they didn't pay attention, they fell down and fell to pieces.

Ordinary people would have been frightened by such a scene, but Wang Zhong was not afraid at all, and turned his head, "What about my sister?"

"I have condensed into three corpse primordial gods, and the primordial gods can be divided into three, and your sister has been taken down. The voice of the old demon of Montenegro came from the big slap, and the rolling wind had no effect on this black cloud at all, "You can also come down with me!"

The big hand lifted, down and fell, it was a halfway mountainside like a platform, the trees were long, the water was murmuring, the flowers were blooming, and it was really a good place to go out. The area of this half-mountainside platform is very broad, there are more than ten miles in radius, and a huge palace is built in the middle, and the horizontal capsule carved beams are magnificent, magnificent, magnificent.

And this palace is all wooden, and it is built of good wood from Changbai Mountain, so it seems that I don't know how much manpower and material resources have been spent.

The old demon of Montenegro turned into a black cloud again, wrapped Wang Zhong, and flew into the palace in a sweep. But where can Wang Zhong hear.

Suddenly, as soon as his body loosened, Wang Zhong felt that it fell, and the volley was a somersault, standing firmly on the ground.

It is an empty hall with a towering dome, giving people a sense of extreme grandeur and majesty, just like the Jinluan Hall of the Emperor's reign.

It's just that the hall zhōngyāng, a huge red copper brazier was placed, the flames rose more than one person high, and the dried pine wood was burned inside, exuding a fragrance, and there was a smell of medicine, and the whole hall was as warm as chūn.

A boy of seven or eight years old stood by and added wood from time to time. The wood had already been peeled, cut into three feet long, arm-thick, square pieces, and stacked in a small room outside the first hall, and the wood exuded a strong smell of ginseng, apparently soaked in ginseng juice and then dried.

Above the main hall, there was a large lacquered mahogany chair, on which sat a man sitting cross-legged! This man was wearing an all-black shirt and a golden rope around his waist, and Wang Zhong could not see the face of this person when he looked horizontally and vertically.

Because this man was shriveled all over, motionless, lifeless, covered with bones, with both hands on his chest, and his hands were surrounded by nails on his ten fingers, which were two or three feet long, bent into hooks, sharp and crystalline, without a trace of dust and dirt, this look was obviously a dry corpse that had accumulated for many years!

Suddenly, three clouds of black gas floated from the top of the main hall, all of them were big and uncertain, like meteors falling to the ground, falling into the brazier, and the fire in the brazier swelled suddenly. Three clouds of black gas entangled in the fire for a while, then condensed into a human form, vividly appeared, and then floated out of the fire and rushed towards the dried corpses in the hall.

Suddenly pounced, and the black gas rushed into the dry corpse, as if possessed by a ghost.

The whole body clicked, the clothes shook like waves, and the hands and feet moved slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the dried corpse became plump, and the silver-white hair was curled into a ji, which was inserted with a hosta.

The man's eyes were opened, and they were shining brightly! It was as if a lightning bolt had struck out of thin air in the hall, and the light of the fire had dimmed.

"Zhang Xianzhong, don't burn the fire, retreat! The man waved his hand at the boy who was burning the fire.

"Yes. I know!" The fire boy named Zhang Xianzhong stood up, agreed, and when he exited the hall, the curious Wang Zhong took a look.

"I am the old demon of Montenegro, this is my Seven Killing Demon Palace, if you have anything to ask, just ask!" A sharp voice came out of this person's mouth, and he smiled at Wang Zhong, his eyes emitted a green light, forcing the fire to go out, and he sighed faintly, "I can't imagine that this generation of old demon heirs of Montenegro will actually appear in the future." It's amazing!"

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