Before the pilgrimage ceremony, people came with all kinds of expectations. But after the pilgrimage was over, everyone returned in disappointment. One counts as one, and they all carry a mountain on their backs. I was bent over by the weight of Wanjun.

And the ten thousand mountains are Sen Xuan's two orders.

The first order, as long as it is strictly restricted, can be done.

But the second order, as long as it is a guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death, no one is willing to carry it out.

As a result, once the order was initiated, it was difficult to carry out the order.

But in just three days, when the Golden Fourth Court washed twenty or thirty small and medium-sized tribes in one go, killing chickens and making an example of monkeys, no one dared to raise the slightest question. They all mustered up their enthusiasm and sent reinforcements one by one to the sixth line of defense.

After all, the Great War will not necessarily fall, but if you dare to disobey the order, it will be the goal of the Golden Four Courts to die endlessly.

Undoubtedly, in the hearts of the tribes of the Northern Plains, the fear from the Golden Four Courts far exceeded the so-called beast disaster. The power accumulated over thousands of years cannot be ignored for a moment. If you don't have enough strength, you can only obediently bow your head.

Under the forcible suppression of the Golden Fourth Court, with the bloody example of the previous experience, the execution of the next order was surprisingly simple. In less than a month, an army of 100,000 monks reached the sixth line of defense and won several battles.

But all of this has nothing to do with Sen Xuan, let alone Zhou Nan.

On that day, before the pilgrimage was over, he returned to the Cliff of the Witch on the grounds that he was too badly injured.

As for the woman in purple who desperately saved her, she was one step ahead of him and left quietly.

Inside the coffin of the sealed dragon. Zhou Nan sat cross-legged, his expression indescribably solemn. His hands pinched a strange seal, and his body was filled with a golden halo, flickering and dimming. After a month of recuperation, the hidden danger of forcibly taking action at the pilgrimage ceremony has been eliminated.

"Now. It's just the official start of the show!" Zhou Nan opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and the cold glint in his eyes flickered.

Because of the tight war, the two large-scale auctions in the second half of the pilgrimage ceremony also ended hastily. Because his goal had been achieved, Zhou Nan did not show up. After a month-long retreat, although the injury recovered, it left a lot of trouble.

Turning his head, he looked at Wang Xinying, who occupied a large space in the sealed dragon coffin. Zhou Nan frowned slightly.

"Looking at this woman's complexion, it's almost time to carry out the second extraction of the Cangye Blood Flame. After all, it's not the same thing to always carry such a burden. ”

Time passed slowly, as concocted, after half a cup of tea, he put back the sluggish snow willow magic weapon, looking at the extra blood-colored ball in his hand, Zhou Nan smiled. Indescribable satisfaction. After a moment's hesitation, he took a wooden box from the side.

Tear off the seal. The lid of the box was opened gently, and there was not the slightest medicinal fragrance, only a half-finished pill with pitted pits.

"You can't fail, definitely!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Nan took out the pill and threw it into the blood-colored ball.

Subsequently. Zhou Nan sat cross-legged with a solemn face, chanting words in his mouth, playing one trick after another, and submerged into the blood-colored ball. Under the guidance of the formula, the blood inflammation within the blood-colored sphere. It was rolling regularly and non-stop, nourishing the half-finished elixir.

After a day of spell casting, as the last spell was played, Zhou Nan wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead and stopped.

In this way, I can only wait patiently. Staring at the blood-colored ball for a while, Zhou Nan put it away and said in a low voice.

As for Wang Xinying on the side, she was still in a coma. The already pale pretty face has no blood. Peeling off Cangye Blood Flame twice, the damage to this woman was extremely huge, so that her cultivation in the early stage of the knot pill was even a little unstable.

"Wang Luofei, that idiot, dared to embarrass me, it's really a head cramp. It's a pity that I, Zhou Nan, am not the kind of person who is mad, otherwise, your sister would have turned into ashes a long time ago. ”

Without worries, Zhou Nan no longer wants to take Wang Xinying with him.

In the mountains that surrounded the Cliff of the Witches, Wang Luo sat on a white boulder and bowed his head in contemplation. He had been here for more than half a month, and he hadn't left in the slightest.

"I hope you don't deceive me, otherwise, I won't die!"

After many days of waiting, Wang Luofei's patience has gradually run out. As a result, the already serious injuries almost deteriorated.

Three more days passed like this, and at dusk, there was a piercing sound of 'whoosh' breaking through the air, and a blue light fell on the boulder. The cyan halo faded, revealing Sen Xuan's ordinary but majestic face, his eyes were indifferent, meaning inexplicable.

"Phew, you're finally here, novelty?"

Wang Luofei 'soared' and stood up, his eyes covered with bright red bloodshots.

"People can give it to you, but you must swear by your own demons and cultivation, and you will not divulge my news. Otherwise..."

Hearing this, Wang Luofei didn't even think about it, so he used his cultivation and inner demons to issue a poisonous death curse that could no longer be ruthless.

"Give!"

Nodding with satisfaction, Sen Xuan waved his sleeves, and the blue light swept through, revealing Wang Xinying Miaoman's delicate body.

took Wang Xinying, looking at his sister's pale face, Wang Luofei's eyes were red, and he looked at Sen Xuan fiercely.

"Be smart, you should get out of here. ”

Ignoring Wang Luofei's terrifying gaze of wanting to choose people to eat, Sen Xuan drifted away.

"Damn, it's hateful!"

Wang Luofei's teeth were bleeding, but in the end, he could only hold back his anger and couldn't do anything.

"Xin Ying, Xin Ying, wake up quickly, don't scare my brother!"

Wang Luofei hugged Wang Xinying and disappeared into the mountains and forests. However, Wang Luofei, who was occupied by worry, did not notice that at the moment he left, a big tree next to him suddenly moved strangely.

"Boom, there's one more sacrifice!"

The tree was twenty or thirty feet high, and when the blue light flashed, a face appeared on the waist.

It's unbelievable, this big tree doesn't know where the demon is, and it actually hides Zhou Nan's perception, which is really a bit unbelievable. After laughing maniacally. The thick roots of the big tree swung sideways, and they swam forward. Everywhere they passed, all the grass and trees gave way.

Three hours later, Sen Xuan came to the entrance of the Witch Cliff and just wanted to enter. There was a hunchbacked old man walking next to him. The old man's face was withered, his beard stammered, and he was very sparse. The whole person looks like most of them are buried in the loess, and the body is shockingly dead.

Swept his thoughts, and saw that he couldn't see the old man's cultivation, Sen Xuan's expression was grim, and he was careful for twelve minutes, holding his breath and concentrating.

The old man was on a stretch of rubbing the shiny black roots. Slowly approached, with each step, he had to stop for a moment to rest and cough a few times. With such a weak appearance, Sen Xuan, who looked at it, frowned for a while. Doubts quickly came around my heart.

"Who is the senior, waiting late at night, I don't know what to do?"

I don't know the details. Sen Xuan lowered his posture rationally.

"Ahem, old man, I have no name or surname. Don't mention it. My master is affectionate, and I hope that the adults will appreciate the face and take a step. ”

Sen Xuan raised his eyebrows, became a little curious, and asked, "Oh, your master." I wonder which senior it is?"

"Hehe, it's inconvenient to tell me now. If you don't want to regret it afterwards, then follow the old man!"

The old man shook his head, turned around, and walked slowly. In a few flashes, they disappeared, and the ghost was terrifying.

"Teleportation! at least all of them are Grand Monk-level existences..."

Sen Xuan's eyeholes shrank to the limit, and his brows were furrowed. If you don't want to go, what if you really regret it? But if you go, you will inevitably have a fight. To go or not to go, for a while, it was really difficult to choose.

"The existence that can be called the master by such a strong person is by no means idle, it should be those old guys. I don't know why they're looking for me, but I might as well take a look. It's been high-profile for so long, and it's a little bad to retreat on the spot. ”

Clenched his fists, Sen Xuan's figure flashed, and he chased after the old man.

In the bend, it disappeared and blended into the vast night. It was only a cold murmur that sounded in place after a long time.

"Hmph, Du Tianhai, see what tricks you can play!"

Two hours later, at the edge of a deep pit recessed into the ground, the old man stopped, and Sen Xuan followed, his brows furrowed.

"This is it, go down, my lord, my master has been waiting for a long time. The old man sat down and said.

Sen Xuan ignored it and looked down at the pit. I saw that the bottom of the pit was white and misty, and it was not very clear. Even if he used several spiritual secret techniques, he couldn't penetrate the barrier of that layer of white mist. Surprised at the same time, I couldn't help but be curious and jumped straight down.

The whirring wind blew in my ears, and this fall was a full half of the tea. The air was slightly humid, and it was just approaching.

Suspended above the white mist, Sen Xuan reached out and stroked it gently, feeling like grabbing a lump of soaked cotton, which was very strange. But this feeling is only fleeting. Before Sen Xuan could react, with a 'poof', the white mist rolled violently.

The undulating white mist, the 'poof' sound gets louder and louder as it gets older, and it seems that there is a fierce beast hiding in it, which is rapidly approaching.

"It's coming!"

Sen Xuan stepped back a few feet, tensing his nerves. A moment later, the white mist in front of him quickly surged to both sides.

But to Sen Xuan's surprise, it was not the so-called fierce beast that came, but a hexagonal beast car with a simple shape, about ten zhang in size, and the surface was covered with dark red weird spirit patterns, lingering with black air currents. When it comes into contact with the white mist, it sizzles non-stop.

Staring at a black humanoid twisted pattern at the door of the beast cart, Sen Xuan shouted loudly, "This pattern is the Ten Thousand Demon Sect!"

When the words fell, only a muffled 'bang' was heard, and the door of the beast cart opened, and a strange suction came from it. Although the suction power is not small, it can't help Sen Xuan. After feeling it and seeing that there was no harm, Sen Xuan followed the suction and entered the beast cart.

As soon as he entered the beast cart, Sen Xuan's eyeholes shrank.

Surprisingly, there was a dark red strange snake entrenched in it. Adult thighs are thick, six or seven feet long, and covered with egg-sized blood-colored scales. And the head turned out to be a striking human head.

What's even more surprising is that the human head, with picturesque eyebrows, graceful posture, and an incomprehensible beauty, is full of temptation.

"Beautiful snake!" Sen Xuan could only shout in shock. When the words fell, it caused a pleasant laugh from the strange snake.

"Interesting name, but I'm not a basilis. The concubine is a snake spirit son, and because of the cultivation of "Python King Transformation", she has become like this. If you come back to your senses, then sit down by yourself!"

The strange snake woman's face smiled slightly, and she was not angry because of this, and her attitude was very gentle.

Sen Xuan was not polite, arched his hand, and sat in front of the snake spirit son, looking directly at this snake girl.

Snake Lingzi looked at Sen Xuan condescendingly, and his face gradually became solemn. The coldness of the serpent also overshadows the mildness. (To be continued.) )