On the Guillotine Mountain, it winds and turns. Every grass and tree seems to have a cold chill, and every inch of land seems to be the color of blood.

One in front and one behind, the two shuttled through the mountains, skirting the mountainside, to an insignificant corner.

In front of me, there is a blue-gray stone wall, which is natural, not rough, and has long been polished by the years to be extremely smooth.

The Qingjian real person held the Qingyu Sword, raised his hand and swung out two swords, but only left two shallow white marks on the stone wall.

Cang's eyes were filled with profound meaning, and he couldn't help but sigh: "What a piece of natural stone wall, the age of this stone wall is still above the old man." ”

"The answer you want is in the stone wall. ”

If it weren't for the guidance of the real person of Qingjian, I am afraid that no one would be able to notice this small stone wall. On the stone wall, there are all kinds of plants, all of which seem to be extremely attached to this majesty and unwilling to give up.

Cang'er turned the tin staff in his hand slightly, and sighed lightly: "I am afraid it is not easy to break through this stone wall." ”

There was a hint of firmness in his eyes, and the tin staff stomped lightly, and the three iron rings on the tin staff suddenly fell off and blasted towards the stone wall.

For a while, the roar continued, but it only left one white mark after another on the stone wall. This white mark is faint, as if it will be hidden with a light touch of the finger.

Qingjian Zhenren couldn't help coughing lightly, waved his hand and said, "Master, don't be anxious, this stone wall is actually controlled by a mechanism." ”

As he spoke, he raised his long sword and counted his steps in front of the stone wall, counting seven seven and forty-nine steps, but walked behind Cang'er. Only then did he use the Qingyu sword to slash the ground a few times.

In a moment, a deep pit had been dug out under the feet of Qingjian Zhenren, and in this deep pit, a round platform was faintly revealed.

On the round platform, the patterns were chaotic, as if they were unrelated, and I saw that the real person of Qingjian seemed to be randomly tossed twice, and this messy pattern suddenly became even more messy.

Behind him, there was a sudden rumbling sound, and the stone wall opened a gap in both sides as if it were open twice. This gap is not big or small, but it can accommodate one person.

Looking up, the limestone wall and a line of sky.

In the center of the stone wall, there was nothing. Cang'er just stood in it, his eyes far away, and he didn't know where he had fallen through this line.

He sighed softly: "This answer has always been in the heart of the old man. ”

Half a month later, Leng Xiao had already arrived at the Demon Domain, hurriedly walked through the Great Demon Ridge, and walked towards the First Demon Venerable Palace. Although Ghost Head Tuo can't return to the Demon Domain, no one dares to invade the territory that originally belonged to him.

Leng Xiao originally wanted to borrow the teleportation formation in the Demon Venerable Hall and go directly to the Demon King Palace, which would save a lot of time. Who knows, just after entering the hall, there is a faint smell of blood.

Following the smell of blood, with his back against the wall, and through the pavilions, he suddenly stopped.

In the distance, on top of a dragon stone pillar, a thin man was trapped. He had also met this person several times, and he was the one who came out of the demon spirit realm alive. In the end, he may have followed Shi Yao.

This person is a virtual infant cultivator.

Although it is a promotion like irrigation, it may not be crazy to be a teacher, but after all, it is also a void infant monk, but now he is trapped and locked on a stone pillar and tortured.

A field of crows flew in the sky, and they landed on this person, pecking at the meat one by one. In front of the stone pillar, there was a demon cultivator who threw a secret weapon and threw an elixir into that person's mouth from time to time.

It can be vaguely seen that the man's teeth have long been broken, and he no longer even has the right to refuse, and he can't survive or die.

"Wang Da Niu, don't think that it is great to find a little opportunity in the demon spirit realm, the dog is a good dog, but it's a pity that you chose the wrong master. ”

The person who threw the pill was a tall and thin middle-aged man, although his cultivation was also a primordial infant, he seemed to be vain and weak, as if he had barely broken through with the help of inferior pills.

"So, you're choosing the right master?"

An indifferent voice suddenly came from behind the tall and thin middle-aged man, which made him tremble, and his heart suddenly woke up like a rooster's crow.

He turned around suddenly, and his hand was already full of pale aura, as if he had grasped a cloud of mist in his hand, hazy.

But before he could do anything, two blood flowers suddenly flew out of his wrists, and as soon as the pale qi dispersed, he had already cut off his hand meridians.

Leng Xiao's cold face met his eyes, and from Leng Xiao's indifferent eyes, he saw his frightened face.

The tall and thin middle-aged man's footsteps were like the wind, and he withdrew dozens of feet in an instant, and Leng Xiao always stood in place, motionless. The horned soldier in his hand suddenly bloomed with a cyan light and shadow, all of which fell on this person.

The person then fell, and blood burst out from all the key points on his body, and his meridians were cut off, and he collapsed weakly on the ground.

"Spare your life, spare your life!" Fang Cai, who was still extremely arrogant, wept bitterly and begged bitterly at this moment.

Leng Xiao's eyes lowered, and he whispered: "Xiao's subordinates are only injured and not killed." Don't worry, Xiao won't kill you. ”

He walked to the stone pillar, and the man on the stone pillar didn't even move his fingers, only lowered his head to reveal it, letting the blood spill from his body one by one, dyeing the entire dragon stone pillar a bright red color.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and his gaze fell on Leng Xiao, looking sluggish and numb. In the fleshy eye socket, only one right eye remained, and the left eye had long since disappeared, and I don't know which crow's stomach had become. The elixir thrown by the tall and thin man can only keep him immortal for a while, but it is not a holy medicine for the rebirth of broken limbs and the restoration of blindness.

The crow was crazy, only pecked, did not know the crisis, only a few green rays flashed in the sky, this piece of crow all cut off a wing, can no longer fly, stumbled and fell to the ground, falling out of a piece of red.

Leng Xiao cut the chains that bound the man with a sword, and exerted his soft force to save the man. The man's lips trembled, as if he were saying something.

Leng Xiao listened to him, and only heard two vague words from his mouth.

"Let's go!"

This person didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly pushed Leng Xiao and pushed Leng Xiao out. After he landed, he turned around and fell on the tall and thin man, and his flesh and blood suddenly exploded.

Leng Xiao couldn't help but change color, and hid into the distance. Before the man blew himself up, he vaguely turned his head once, and his lips opened and closed lightly twice.

Then, in the frightened eyes of the tall and thin middle-aged man, it exploded, and with a piece of crow, it was all gone.

The smoke and dust shook, vaguely, behind the fog, a faint place, as if the figure was shaking.

Leng Xiao immediately ran into the distance, tiptoeing to the ground, and a few flashes broke into the teleportation formation. The spiritual jade in his hand emitted a majestic aura, and this teleportation formation suddenly bloomed with dazzling light.

The image in front of him had become blurry, and along with him, perhaps his face. But he saw a clear face.

Pink.

The man came slowly, with a shallow sneer on his face, a demonic aura all over his body, and his cultivation was scattered - the realm of real infants.

All the pictures in front of me turned into chaos at the moment of transmission, and I don't know if it was white or black. At this moment, a thought suddenly crossed his mind, could there be someone waiting for him to die at the end of the teleportation formation?

When the picture in front of him was completely clear, the facts seemed to prove that what he thought in his heart, and it was not bad.

The small teleportation formation, the light slowly faded. In all directions, sitting or standing, or cultivating alone, or talking to each other, there are thousands of demon cultivators.

The moment his figure was revealed, all eyes fell on him. The attention of everyone is a little thorn in the back. Perhaps, just because these people's eyes are far sharper than steel needles, as if their skin is already overflowing with blood just by staring at them like this.

Leng Xiao was already holding a transmission note in his hand, and kept pouring aura into it, but he didn't get a trace of response. The connection of this transmission note is Shi Yao. And the world in front of him is called the Demon King Palace.

But now, it's full of raccoon cats and hyenas.

He pulled out another note, flickered it for a moment, and got a response.

"Master Protector, have you arrived at the Demon Domain?"

"Brother Xiao, don't worry, Shi is non-stop, in half a day, you can reach the Demon Domain......"

Although the teacher was joking, he still showed a hint of anxiety. After all, Shi Yao summoned him in a hurry, and he couldn't afford not to be anxious.

"Don't come. ”

Leng Xiao muttered and put away the transmission note. He knew that at this moment, Shi Mad must be full of questions, but the situation did not allow him to say even a word more.

In the same way, he was full of questions.

For example, the peach in the first demon hall, for example, the demon cultivator in front of him at the moment, for example, the human race monk who exudes demonic aura mixed in the demon cultivator.

These monks had been seen when he was hunted down by the Sword Pavilion back then.

Thousands of people greeted Xiao, but it was really frustrating for Xiao. ”

Leng Xiao's figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, avoiding the two auras, the long sword swept on the ground, and the teleportation formation shimmered with a faint light, and it was cut in half, and the light dimmed in a breath.

He didn't know that after this light bloomed, several figures would come out of it. At least there must be his old acquaintance Pink among them, whether it is in the identity of Leng Xiao or Xiao.

Someone laughed wantonly and ridiculed: "The dignified demon king, the person who pinned his hopes on when he was in danger was just such a waste who was invincible to the thin chicken. ”

"It's so desperate. ”

Leng Xiao took a deep breath, there were thousands of people in front of him, two or three people with real babies, as many as one hundred and eighty people with first babies and false babies, and the rest of them were all Jindan.

Mo said that it was these dozens of yuan infant monks, even if it was those thousands of golden pill monks, it was far from being something he could resist. Even a seven-year-old Xiaolang, one person and one punch, can knock down a big man.

No matter what kind of despair we face, there should always be a glimmer of hope in our hearts, and maybe when this hope will be realized?

Like, at the moment.

Under the sun, a picture scroll floated in the sky. The picture scroll is turned three times and five times, with a blank picture on one side and a sword fighter on the other.

The plain clothes and green sword hair are messy, and the snow-clothed beauty stays in her eyes.