In the secret realm of Tianfu, the man in plain clothes was still standing in the black passage.
After the January period expired, the magic cultivators received instructions and came to this initial passage one after another. There are so many violent monks, but they are as quiet as virgins in front of the men in plain clothes, like a timid first love girl.
The commoner man casually glanced at the magic cultivators, raised his head and looked at the sky mysteriously.
In the outside world of Tianfu Secret, the elders who were waiting for reinforcements from the sect did not idle, but still poured their spiritual power into the jade talisman, wanting to open the secret again.
time is limited…
The man in commoner thought, he motioned most of the demon cultivators to return to the demon world through the passage, and he and a few elite disciples stayed behind, preparing to completely destroy those decent disciples who "lucky" did not die under the demon cultivator and... the secret realm itself.
His hem moved automatically without wind, and he took out a black pendant from his neck and floated in front of him, his eyes bloodshot. The rest of the people separated their wrists and dripped blood on the pendant.
"Respected Lord Ancient Demon, I call you to help with the covenant of a thousand years ago, please destroy this world..." The stamp on the man's chest shot a laser, which echoed the notch on the pendant.
A cloud of black smoke emerged from the pendant and turned into an ancient demon form in mid-air.
The ancient demon has two horns, three heads and six arms, standing in the air, covering the sky and the sun. A thick black mist spread out from him, burying the world.
"Roar—" The first thing in the world, it raised its head and roared out of dissatisfaction.
It's just an ancient devil's spiritual thought, which follows the agreement with the devils and completes one thing for them.
The real it, in the ancient war, has already died.
The magic sound shook the black mist billowing away.
The ancient demon opened his scarlet eyes and followed the words of the commoner man, and the idea of killing took over its mind.
The commoner man looked at all this with satisfaction.
After all, the ancient devil's spiritual sense is only a residual thought to transform into a god. If it is outside, it is easy to deal with the background of the four major sects. But in the secret realm of Tianfu, the magic fog will corrode all life it comes in contact with, and no one can stop it.
In the whole world of Tianfu Secret Realm, all living beings are trembling.
When the ancient demon spirit appeared and the earth cracked, Lin Zhizhi was taking the time to consolidate his cultivation. Before he came in, he had just entered the thirteenth floor of the Qi Refining Stage. During this time, due to various adventures and fighting with demons, his realm was consolidated and improved a bit.
Unfortunately, the sudden shock interrupted him, and the corrosive black mist enveloped the world at an extremely fast speed, including Lin Zhizhi himself.
He had to put up a thunder shield, and the divine thunder with abundant immortal energy isolated the black mist of the ancient demons, making a sizzling sound.
However, Lin Zhizhi was only at the Qi-refining stage, and his aura couldn't last for a long time. In order to avoid the fate of being swallowed by the black mist, the teenager had to grit his teeth and took out a large amount of medicinal pills from the Qiankun ring and stuffed it into his mouth to try his best to maintain the Thunder Shield.
Until the elixir was used up, he was cruel and had to take the Void Spirit Grass he just obtained.
Unlike medicinal herbs, spirit grass has not been tempered. Swallowing it so raw will cause certain side effects—for example, the undisciplined aura instantly bursts the meridians.
There is no choice now.
The moment he took the spirit grass, Lin Zhizhi only felt that his eyes were dark, and he could hardly bear the power of the virtual spirit grass.
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—The man in commoner stood in the passage, the wind was rustling, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, watching the ancient demon raging.
Just when he was full of interest, a cold light flashed across the sky above the ancient demon's head.
Looking at Qingqing again, the body of the ancient demon who was walking in the room has been separated, and the upper body is mixed with black mist, and it slowly falls. There was still an unbelievable look on the face that looked like a bull's head.
The commoner man looked up, but found no one, only a gap in the sky.
For him, it was even more terrifying than the appearance of the head of the sect holding the treasure of the town.
Because this means that this person forcibly penetrated the secret realm with a sword from the outside world, opened a path, and cut off the ancient demon like a chicken with no power.
A sword broke the sky.
Righteous way... There is such a powerful sword cultivator
He was astonished.
In that crack, a man in purple came.
His face is handsome, his eyes are purple, and the dark purple outer gauze is covered by the black robe, rolling on the ground.
The man in commoner clothes had no intention of caring about his appearance. Just looking from a distance, the sense of oppression this man gave him had surpassed that of everyone, just like the powerlessness of a mayfly facing the boundless world.
The opponent is too powerful.
Perhaps... only the Demon Venerable can compete with him.
Run away!
He only has this idea! The strong man in commoner broke his wrist, and instantly made a decision to give up in his heart. At the same time, he crushed the big teleportation talisman hidden in the cuff, and wanted to send it back to the Demon Race to tell the Sect Master about this man.
But he couldn't move.
The big teleportation talisman has taken effect, the law of space has wrapped him, and the teleportation array under his feet has been formed, but he just can't walk. He could only watch helplessly as the man went to the other side without looking back.
And he was still bound in place.
Not long after the man in purple left, several elders from the four major sects entered the crack. One of the old men was the first to discover the commoner demon cultivator, and with a bad expression, he led the others around, and bound the commoner man with black wood shackles.
"Just now... That's Dao Zun, right?" Taking advantage of the time when the rest of the people searched the commoner demon cultivator, Zhen Zhen Fan Hewei looked at the place where Xuan Hua disappeared, still unwilling to forget, "That sword really made When I heard that, I could die in the evening! If I could understand the mystery of that sword..."
The elder of Haoranmen nodded, ignoring the second sentence of Zhenren Hewei, with a worried look on his face: "The Dao Zun must not be able to stay in the mountains, but this time he came to the secret realm of Tianfu, there must be something else."
"Maybe there is another magic weapon in the secret realm that affects the fate of my human race, or it may be a catastrophe." The elder of Tianyinmen agreed.
"I am unable to manage the future catastrophe, so I can only control what is in front of me first. This demon cultivator kills my disciple, and I will definitely ask him to survive and not die, and to refine his soul into the ghost sail." Elder Yinquan gloomy road.
The commoner demon cultivator was shackled by the legendary Haoran Sect's most precious mysterious wood, and he did not leave the slightest cultivation base. He listened to the words of the elders of the four sects, in addition to the sudden realization of the man's identity, there was still a trace of remorse in his heart, and he just wanted to raise his head and laugh at his own eyesight.
- This secret realm actually hides a secret that can attract people like Dao Zun, and he has been in Baoshan for a whole month without knowing it.
- If he knew that Xuanhua came here for his little apprentice, he would still feel that he died wrongly...
Among these sects, only Zhenren Hewei has a quick mind, and guessed that Lord Dao Zun may not come from the human race, after all, he seems to have a little apprentice in the secret realm...
Let's not mention it here, with the breadth of Xuanhua's spiritual sense, it is not difficult to cover the entire secret realm, and he soon found Lin Zhizhi.
However, although the black mist disappeared with the death of the ancient demon, the sequelae of the imaginary grass still remained on Lin Zhizhi. The spiritual energy in his body was disordered, hitting the meridians like a headless fly.
When Xuanhua came to his side, he saw his whole body collapsed in one hand, clutching in the soil ruthlessly, sweating profusely.
"You've done a great job."
Lord Dao Zun stretched out his hand a little between his eyebrows, forced him to fall asleep, put Lin Zhizhi in his arms, attached one hand to his meridian, and used his spiritual energy to guide him, and found that he was terrifyingly hot on the whole.
Xuanhua pondered for a moment, swept away his long sleeves, and took Lin Zhizhi directly back to Luoxian Jianzong - letting the elders of the four sects watch the demon cultivator and waited bitterly for him for nearly a day before he was called by the sect master. Leave the secret realm.
At that time, Lin Zhizhi was already lying on Dao Zun's ice bed, and his body temperature was almost stable. And Xuan Hua was sitting on the side of the bed, holding the little apprentice in his arms, and rationalizing the spiritual energy for him bit by bit.
Lin Zhizhi's originally stable spiritual energy was almost boiling under the action of the Void Spirit Grass. Apart from the damage to the meridians, it also stimulated his petal imprint in Dantian.
That small flower bud gradually grew, and it had the tendency to open but not yet open.
The black-haired boy's hair was wetly glued to his forehead, and the transparent white shirt tightly highlighted the boy's flexible waist. Lin Zhizhi's heartbeat grew louder and louder, the body temperature that had already dropped rose again, and the whole person exuded a faint sweet smell until Xuanhua was enveloped.
Xuanhua's concentration is very good.
There was the first beauty of the demon race dancing in front of him softly and boneless, and he was indifferent.
At the beginning of the scent entering his nose, Xuanhua thought it was the body scent of the young man in his arms, and still held the other party's Haobai's wrist indifferently, drawing his spiritual energy back.
With the strong fragrance, Xuan Hua's hand was as steady as Mount Tai in the face of even the most powerful enemy, and hesitantly rubbed the tender skin. In his mind, he couldn't help but flashed the appearance of the young apprentice soaking in the Lingquan Pond when he first arrived.
As if feeling something, Lin Zhizhi moved, wanting to withdraw his wrist - Xuanhua didn't know what he was thinking, so he pinned him in his hand with some force, and raised the boy's chin with the other hand.
Lin Zhizhi was still unconscious at that time. The usually deserted young master is now lying obediently in his arms, with a little rosy tongue between his teeth that were slightly open due to the heat, making Xuanhua intensify. Finally, under the dissatisfied, animal-like sound of the boy, he let go of his wrist.
The fragrance became more intense, and Xuan Hua's eyes were filled with deep purple swirls.
His hand covered the entire face of the young man and slowly moved down, from the smooth and white forehead, to the long and curled eyelashes, to the high bridge of the nose, all slowly displayed in front of his eyes and in his heart.
He watched for a long time before he picked up the boy's hand and kissed the back of his hand.
…
Lin Zhizhi's body's high fever slowly subsided, he blinked weakly, and opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was Xuan Hua.
- Well, the top of the head [Xuanhua, the favorability index is 100, and the attitude is to want to double cultivation.] The master of the adults.