In the early days of the two Yuan Infants, they were surrounded by evil spirits, and as soon as they saw Mu Weiming, they became hideous, and they sacrificed their natal magic weapons when they made a move, and roared to tear Mu Weiming into rags.

"Is this the rhythm of going crazy and turning into a sword demon slave?"

The sword pointed at Ning Qingmang, and Mu Weiming's figure split in an instant, and the streamer flashed, stopping three feet behind the two of them.

The lantern turned around, scattered the sword light at his fingertips, Mu Weiming looked at the two Yuanying monks who were standing halfway, ho ho and sounded, and felt very strange, these two people were clearly Dharma monks, I don't know why they came here, and they were inexplicably eroded in their minds, and they went mad and turned into sword demon slaves.

Just when the consciousness of the two Yuanying Cultivators completely disappeared and transformed into sword demon slaves, making a murderous sound, cyan sword qi burst out from the bodies of the two of them, and suddenly blood rained and scattered all over the ground.

The flesh and blood were quickly annihilated by the mysterious white mist after landing on the ground, and the purple jade lamp flickered, sprinkling a cold glow, dispersing the white mist, and the blood on the ground had long since disappeared, leaving only a pile of mud-like white-brown strange substance.

"I see. ”

Mu Weiming smiled faintly, carrying the purple jade lantern and walking towards the depths of the white mist.

In the Sword Demon Forest, the battle between the monks and the sword demon slaves became more and more intense, almost spreading to the entire territory, and the most terrifying thing was that some monks were still fighting side by side with Daoist friends just now, and at some point their eyes showed a frantic look, and the dark sword killed his Daoist friends.

As the chaos expanded, mysterious white light began to appear all over the Sword Demon Forest, bringing the monks who broke in one by one into this mysterious space, letting the monks who entered continue to fight, and those who did not want to fight let them appear in front of the Sword Demon Slaves until they died in battle.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that those monks will gradually drain their blood, die in ignorance, and become sword demon slaves in ignorance, but the only strange thing is that the probability of those powerful fire cultivators or mad monks like Mu Weiming will be much lower.

Because after killing their opponents, they either turn them into hard-to-melt ice chips or incinerate them to ashes with flames. It's a super waste for the mysterious space.

Unconsciously, after walking for another half a month, Mu Weiming stopped, looked up and looked ahead, a magnificent hall appeared in the mysterious white mist at some point.

"It's time to start!"

Mu Weiming carried the purple jade lantern, walked out of the white mist, and walked towards the main hall.

Coming to the door of the hall about 100 zhang high, Mu Weiming stopped, looked at the huge light gate, and exclaimed.

There is no probing with the Divine Sense. Without touching the stone carvings on both sides, Mu Weiming found a clean place, put down a futon, sat down cross-legged, and waited.

After walking for so many days, it took me to discover this hall, presumably because it had absorbed enough essence blood before it appeared, but I don't know how many monks this mysterious space brought into it to let them fight each other.

Wait a little longer, and it is estimated that other monks will arrive.

Ci Song Zhenren has been walking in the white mist space for a long time, and at the beginning, there will be a lot of sword demon slaves coming to trouble him. Even the blue-robed sword demon appeared once, but he was repelled by him, and since then, he has not encountered the sword demon slave again. None of the monks who kept their sanity were met.

Suddenly, the white mist lifted, and he saw the only monk with a sense of sanity and déjà vu. Dressed in a black robe, purple jade Mingyao, this is Mu Weiming, the leader of the Demon Dao Alliance who has recently gained fame in the Kunxu Cultivation True Realm.

Cisong Zhenren walked to the door of the main hall. After stopping and looking at the huge light gate for a while, Mu Weiming, who did not disturb his cultivation, also found a place to sit down and began to meditate.

"Ah, it's not good, it seems that smart people really can't be too smart, and they are enemies when they get out of the fog so quickly...... Ah, Mu Zhenren, long time no see. ”

Covering his sorrow and carrying a delicate red rose to the main hall, he greeted Cisong Zhenren and Mu Weiming with a smile, and saw that Mu Weiming had no intention of killing, so he found a position a little farther away and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and began to count how many petals the rose in his hand was.

After a while, the "Daohai Evil Venerable" Yue Shenzong walked out of the fog and came to the door of the main hall, and the moment he saw Ci Song Zhenren, he raised his hand and gathered a huge palm of vitality the size of six zhang and pressed it towards Ci Song Zhenren.

Ci Song Zhenren opened his eyes, the light in his eyes flashed, the dust was lifted, and the giant palm of vitality was lightly removed.

Yue Shen Sect brushed away the dust, and condensed: "Yue Shen Sect has seen Master Ci Song!"

"I haven't seen you for 10,000 years, you are a qiē...... Hey, that's it. ”

Cisong Zhenren showed a sad face, for this nephew, he didn't know what to say, how to say, that year he saw his junior brother die in the hands of Yueshenzong, and then more and more Zhoushan Dao fellow disciples died in his hands.

However, this qiē can't be blamed on the Yue Shen Sect, because the Yue Shen Sect is the biggest victim, if it weren't for the greed of some people in the sect, they would not have instigated the same sect to persecute and hunt down the Yue Shen Sect, which eventually led to a tragedy.

"It is a great blessing to see my uncle again after 10,000 years. Yue Shenzong smiled, smiling a little sadly, "I already know the intention of the master, whether they are alive or dead, they always need a result, otherwise, I will be evil in vain!"

After that, the evil qi around the Yue Shen Sect erupted, and the land of a hundred zhang was as green as ink.

One put and one receive, but in an instant.

Yue Shenzong calmed down the evil spirit, and his expression was indifferent: "Uncle Shi, you said yes and no." ”

Ci Song Zhenren said helplessly: "What are you going to do?"

"When the elders die, the heirs will be passed down from generation to generation, and those who survive will be killed!"

Looking at Yue Shenzong's murderous face, Ci Song Zhenren was entangled in his heart, and he didn't know whether to stop it: "What happened back then was the fault of the sect, and now you ...... Can you give them a chance?"

"Opportunities, never give victims, 10,000 years ago, I was chased and killed by Zhou Shandao, across the four continents, three oceans and sixty-nine domains, and survived hundreds of times, who gave me a chance to survive at that time?" Yue Shenzong's gaze suddenly became fierce, "Besides, now that they have found Uncle Shi, why don't they want to borrow Uncle Shi's hand to get rid of me?"

Cisong Zhenren was speechless, when Zi Feiyu asked him to go out of the mountain, he did have the idea of letting him get rid of the Yue Shen Sect to prevent future troubles, but he didn't agree.

"Uncle Shi, you are the Cun Zài that the Yue Shen Sect has always admired, so I won't kill you, but I want to kill people, and I hope Uncle Shi won't stop it. Uncle Shi wants to protect the Dao inheritance of Zhou Shan Dao, at this point, please rest assured, the Yue Shen Sect will not disappoint Uncle Shi. ”

Cisong Zhenren looked at the Yue Shen Sect with a gloomy expression, indeed, he didn't have any reason to stop it, and he didn't even have the qualifications to do it, after all, it was they who were wrong in the past, and now the Yue Shen Sect wants to come and find it, there is nothing wrong with it, it's just ......

"Let's press this matter for the time being, since Uncle Shi has also come here, let's explore the sword of the Three Realms that has disturbed the wind and rain of the Sword Domain for 300,000 years. ”

Yue Shen Sect swept the dust, strode towards the light gate, and walked in without warning, disappearing.

Cisong Zhenren glanced at Mu Weiming, then looked at the sad arms, sighed, and walked into the light gate.

Covering up the sadness, Huaihuai's expression at this time was a little rich, and his heart was amazed inexplicably.

"Oh my God, the boss's uncle, the master of the Zhou Mountain Dao 10,000 years ago still exists in the world, is this really the cultivation realm where the end of the law has descended? Could it be that this mysterious space is a small world that can isolate the will of the Heavenly Dao?"

Once he started thinking wildly, he couldn't stop covering his sadness at all, until Hua Ruoyu came over with the support of a female sword cultivator.

"Ah, how did you get so badly injured?!"

Covering up her sadness, she suddenly appeared beside Hua Ruoyu and looked at her injuries, "Who hurt you?"

Hua Ruoyu ignored the words of covering up her sadness, and looked at Mu Weiming who was meditating in the distance with resentment, the meaning of which could not be more obvious, but she naturally filtered the person in her gaze.

"Your injuries are too serious, I'll heal you first. The boss has already gone in, and there is an old monster next to him who has lived for 10,000 years, it seems that he is the boss's uncle, and he can't take care of us for the time being, and when your injuries are more stable, I will take you in. Well, this beautiful luthier, is it an honor to heal you?"

Covering his sorrow, he bowed gracefully, "Ah, you haven't asked for the name of this fairy yet?"

Hua Moyu, who was supporting Hua Ruoyu, glanced at the sad arms, confirmed the identity of the other party, snorted coldly, and dodged into the light gate, Mu Weiming in the distance didn't care about it, and didn't stop it.

Hua Ruoyu, who lost her support, stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately she covered her sadness and held it in time, staring at each other and being speechless for a long time.

"It's not fast to cover up your sadness...... Heal!" Hua Ruoyu gritted her teeth.

"Oh, it's my fault to cover up my sorrows, I'll heal your wounds. ”

Just when he was covering his wounds and preparing to heal Hua Ruoyu, Mu Weiming stood up, and the purple jade lamp in his hand was shining coldly, making people feel bitterly cold.

"It's not good, Mu Zhenren, we are heresy, you are the devil, you and I are a family, why do you want to do it?"

"My injury is due to him!" Hua Ruoyu gritted her teeth.

"This, this is really going to kill people. ”

"What did you say?!"

Mu Weiming was silent, glanced at the two of them, seemed to be smiling, and the cold light from the purple jade lamp in his hand became colder and colder!

"Damn, it's a big deal! I won't tell you, this seat is a judge of hell, but there is a forbidden move to press the bottom of the box, if you really use it, Mu Zhenren you won't get any benefit. ”

Holding Hua Ruoyu with one hand, covering up his right hand, the rose disappeared, and was replaced by an evil black forbidden book.

The silent wind rose, and the black forbidden book opened the title page, revealing the first chapter of the forbidden codex, and the surrounding world was suddenly trapped in the evil prison world.

However, Mu Weiming ignored this, just smiled and looked at Huai Shiwei, and saw that Mu Weiming did not take the initiative to attack, and he didn't dare to take the initiative to attack Mu Weiming for a while.

At least, in the Evil Hell World, both his and Hua Ruoyu's lives are temporarily guaranteed.

At this moment, the swordsman with one person and one sword, white hair fluttering, and the swordsman with the order of the elders of the Southern Sword Pavilion on his waist slowly walked into the evil prison world and appeared in front of the three of them, and Mu Weiming's smiling gaze stopped on the face of the person who came.

The sword intent and the extremely cold and freezing intent in the upper realm suddenly broke out into conflict, and in an instant, the evil prison shook, the heavens and the earth were full of frost and cold, the snow was falling, the sword intent was raging, and the evil spirits were crying! (To be continued......)