Seeing Wan Jiang appear, Zhao Ming's brows were almost twisted together, he never thought that the white-haired green-skinned monster in the mouth of the big bell would actually be Wan Jiang.

Appearing outside the stone house, Wan Jiang glanced at the pear blossoms in the stone house, and strode towards the stone house.

After getting closer, the breath of the reincarnation pen suddenly increased, one black and one white, as if two giant dragons were dancing wildly, wanting to suppress Wanjiang.

Wan Jiang was not in a hurry, and spread his hand casually, and a dark red long knife appeared in his hand, with a unicorn as the handle, a phoenix as the wings, and dragon scales all over it. exudes a terrifying aura, Mo said that he faced it directly, but he felt frightened just by looking at it in the time mirror.

"Heavenly Sin Blade!" Sun Jiuyang on the side was taken aback and said the name of the dark red long knife.

In the battle between Dao and Demon in the past, Dao Ancestor held the Dao Yan Sword and was superior to Demon Ancestor in terms of weapons. In order not to fall behind, the Demon Ancestor designed to kill the dragon and phoenix clans, and even the Qilin Emperor was not spared.

Combined with the thousands of Dao bodies of the Immortal Clan, he used the life vitality of the three clans to refine an anti-heaven divine sword called Heavenly Sin, intending to go retrograde and cut the Dao, but unfortunately he was still defeated in the end.

Now that this divine weapon has appeared in Wan Jiang's hands, there is no doubt that Wan Jiang did not come at the right time, but came on the order of the Demon Ancestor, which shows that the Demon Ancestor is determined to get the pear blossom.

As soon as the Heavenly Sin Divine Weapon appeared, the reincarnation pen immediately made people feel extremely strict, and it was obvious that it did not dare to underestimate this magic knife.

Wan Jiang said lightly: "If you want to fight, the Demon Ancestor will not back down, in the final analysis, you will suffer, you can do it yourself." ”

The reincarnation pen seemed to be afraid of something, confronted Wan Jiang for a moment, and finally collected his breath and escaped into the body of Pear Blossom.

Wan Jiang raised his hand, sucked the pear blossom into his hand, and saw his figure flash. Disappeared from the white curtain.

Scattering his magical powers, Sun Jiuyang said puzzledly: "It's actually Wanjiang, what does Luo Hu want to do when he catches the pear blossom?"

Zhaoming was even more puzzled, he didn't have a bad impression of Wan Jiang, although there was some small friction for a while, but the other party didn't seem to take it to heart. On the contrary, he helped himself for a while.

If you only talk about Wan Jiang, you shouldn't be able to do anything to Pear Blossom, but this matter involves the Demon Ancestor, so I don't dare to be optimistic.

Immediately said to Sun Jiuyang: "I don't know what the Demon Ancestor wants to do, and I ask my seniors to go to the Demon Realm with me to save people." ”

The entrance to the Demon Realm is the Demon Island, which is different from the ruthlessness and desirelessness of Dao Ancestor, and only exists to maintain the balance of heaven and earth. The Demon Ancestor, who is not weak in strength, has his own emotions, and no one can imagine what he is calculating.

Nearly a year has passed since this incident, and Zhaoming really doesn't dare to imagine what will happen to Pear Blossom. This moment. He didn't want to wait for a moment, no matter what danger there was in the demon world, he had to save her.

But Sun Jiuyang shook his head without hesitation: "I'm sorry, I may accompany you to see other places, but the Demon Realm ...... I didn't dare go. ”

"Senior ......" Zhaoming still wanted to plead.

Sun Jiuyang was extremely firm: "I can't help you with this." You haven't seen the Demon Ancestor, so you don't understand how terrible he is. ”

"There really aren't many people in the world that I'm really afraid of. Even if it's a witch high priest, I just don't want to get into trouble. Can be for Rahu. I was really scared. ”

"I've seen a lot of monks who like to kill, even guys like Shura and Rakshasa King, in my opinion, it's just that. The more fierce the screaming when killing someone, the more it shows that the person is weak and weak in his heart. ”

"Only Rahu. I really never thought that there would be such a person, the calmness in his eyes when he kills, completely unaffected. For him, life is like withered grass, if he needs firewood. Just chop them down and burn them. ”

"The Battle of the Nine Heavens, I watched the whole process. Now I'm glad that he's sealed in the Demon Realm and can't come out, so you don't have to think that I'll go to the Demon Realm to help you. ”

In the rain of swords and swords, a figure with a divine weapon flashed in the void. After each scar of the knife, the number of casualties is not just counted in tens of thousands.

The monstrous demonic flames swept the heavens and the earth, and countless living beings were refined into a pot of soup, and then they were drunk by a handful of anti-heaven divine soldiers named "Heavenly Sin", and they went against the road.

Sun Jiuyang has seen many so-called big scenes in his life, but this battle has been completely engraved in his mind.

He couldn't forget the eyes of Demon Ancestor Rahu when he bathed in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, not only did he not touch it at all, but he even had an indifferent smile, as if he was just breathing.

The so-called separation of flesh and blood, the so-called parting of life and death, and the so-called wailing and wailing are like the most gorgeous music in his eyes.

The man who is called the Demon Ancestor is not ruthless, nor is he murderous, but he just treats life as nothing.

patted Zhaoming's shoulder, Sun Jiuyang shook his head: "I'm sorry, you can only bear this matter yourself." Rika is here, I have to go back to my master's life, you ...... Be careful yourself. ”

He did not dissuade Zhaoming, because he knew that dissuasion was useless. The hero was sad about the beauty pass, just like his brother back then, knowing how difficult those things were, he still chose to do it.

After reminding him, Sun Jiuyang took off into the air.

Looking at Sun Jiuyang's disappearing back, there was a brief hint of panic in Zhaoming's heart, but he immediately became extremely determined.

"I'm going to the Demon Realm, are you going!" asked the dark golden bell.

The big bell buzzed non-stop: "This clock is invincible in the world, and you are not afraid to go anywhere!"

"Okay!" Zhaoming nodded, and then asked, "What's your name?"

He vaguely remembered that those who knew it seemed to call it the Yellow River, but he was not sure.

"This clock is called ......" The dark golden bell hesitated slightly, and then roared extremely excitedly: "This clock is called chaos, look, I can release the qi of chaos." ”

As he spoke, a little chaotic breath came out, as if there was a feeling of being spanked, which made Zhaoming's mood suddenly a lot easier, and he smiled slightly: "Let's go!"

After speaking, he went directly towards the magic island. He remembered seeing Wan Jiang there, and that place should be in line with the rumors, that was the entrance to the Demon Realm.

The Demon Island and the Qinghuo Island are not far away, and with his current strength, he has already arrived in just one day.

The island is still shrouded in demonic clouds, and strange demonic qi is smashing in all directions, raging rampantly.

As soon as they landed on the island, a large number of demonic beasts that had been eroded by demonic qi rushed over. Once upon a time, he cultivated with the help of these demonic beasts, but now he is no longer at the same level at all.

Releasing the aura of the sub-saint, six flying fire meteors led the flames to circle around the body. The approaching demonic beast died instantly, and feeling the gap between the breaths, Rao is impulsive and murderous demonic beast also chose to avoid it, not daring to approach.

All the way forward, the long drive straight in, soon approached the center of the magic island.

It's a land of crimson lava, but it's not a flame at the center, it's because the demonic energy is too dense, creating such a feeling.

There is a whirlpool in the center, slowly circling, as if it is about to devour the whole world.

There is nothing else here, and my intuition tells me that the whirlpool of demonic qi should be the passage to the demon world.

From a distance, the demonic energy vortex was like a huge eye staring at itself, terrifying.

The Demon Island is not terrible, because the strength of the demonic beasts on the island is limited, so the sword mound chose this place as the cultivation place of Shura back then. What is really terrifying is the world after the Demon Island, for so many years, none of the monks who have gone in have gone out, not even the immortal king dares to try.

At this moment, a glimmer of hesitation flashed in my heart, and it was soon replaced by firmness. But the world over there is so terrible, I have no other choice.

At this moment, I can still breathe here, still have a heartbeat, and still think, not with my own life, but with the gift of pear blossoms.

If you can't save her, let's die together in the demon world.

With a horizontal heart and a grit of his teeth, Zhaoming rushed towards the demonic qi vortex without hesitation.

Feeling that a creature was approaching, the demonic qi vortex suddenly boiled, and bursts of roaring sounds came out, as if there was a demonic beast hiding below and whispering softly, ready to choose people to devour.

The moment Zhaoming approached, there was a boom, and the demonic qi rushed into the sky, rolling up like a red flame like lava, like a volcanic eruption. The rolling and circling breath was like a demonic beast opening its mouth and swallowing Zhaoming directly.

The Chaos Bell buzzed, and with a thud it followed. By the time the demonic qi had fallen and subsided slightly, Zhaoming had disappeared on the Magic Island.

It was as if stepping into a swamp, wrapped in a cloud of demonic energy, slowly sinking.

Zhao Ming urged the true qi and turned into a raging flame, intending to force the demonic qi away, but he couldn't do it at all. The demonic energy here contains a strange power, which even makes the Yin and Yang Xuanhuo unable to ignite.

After advancing for a long time, I felt a powerful force bombarding my body, constantly squeezing. It felt like someone had been placed between two stone mills, and someone was pushing them to crush them.

Such a direct force is like a giant peak suppression, not to mention other monks, even the sub-saint realm is difficult to bear. Even if he had cultivated the Dafa of Furnace Body Refining, Zhaoming was feeling extremely uncomfortable at this moment. It is no wonder that the cultivation world says that only the immortal king can try to enter here.

This is not just the difference between the Heavenly Realm and the Flood Continent, it is more like a connecting channel between the two worlds.

To cut off the connection between the demon world and the desolation, it is by no means possible for anyone to enter and exit freely.

The only difference is the Chaos Clock, this guy who breathes the breath of chaos, seems to be completely unaffected by this. One moment it disappeared, and the next time it came back from nowhere, buzzing and calling, without any sense of danger at all, as if this place was a playground.

It seems to be moving forward in the dark night, and I don't know where the road ahead is. The silence of not feeling anything made Zhaoming almost dazed, and even forgot the passage of time.

I don't know how long it took, but I felt the pressure around me gradually weaken and disappear little by little.

After a long time, I felt the red light dissipate, and my eyes darkened, and I had entered a dull and dark world.

Demon Realm. (To be continued......)