The Nine Realms have always been deeply taboo against demons.
Even in normal times, everyone would ignore the demon clan and not discuss it.
Most people in the Nine Realms hate and loathe the demons.
In this world called the Demon Realm, the demons are respected and no one opposes them.
They have informed the Nine Regions for many years.
From very ancient times, the demons have been the rulers of the demonic realm.
It can be said that it is deeply rooted here and has a profound influence.
At this moment, somewhere in the void in the Evil Demon Realm.
This place was invaded by the demonic energy that filled the sky, and everything was enveloped in rich black.
It seemed like it had been silent for countless years.
An ancient existence suddenly woke up and said calmly: "He...is here after all."
There was silence in the void for a long time, with no one replying.
The voice continued: "I knew he would come one day.
Because he is the greatest devil in the world."
As the voice fell, another voice from the side also followed.
"What about our destination?"
"Everything has its destiny and nothing is up to you," the voice sighed.
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Xu Zimo's figure entered the chaotic cloud stream.
The mountain road is rugged and overgrown with weeds at the feet.
Not long after Xu Zimo left, he heard someone's voice coming from not far away.
"Five cranes are coming from the northwest, flying and flying to the clear sky.
The immortal is on the green cloud, and he is named after Dao'an.
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I wanted to ask, but I was floating like a shooting star.
May you eat golden grass and live as long as the sky."
Just listen to the man humming the verses. The way he sang them was very weird, and his voice was high, resounding throughout the mountain stream.
Xu Zimo looked up and found that the man was just a woodcutter.
He was carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, wearing gray short-sleeves and a straw hat on his head.
After walking a certain distance, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Humming poetry again and walking away.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly, because in his perception, this person was just an ordinary person.
There is no fluctuation of spiritual energy in the body.
How could ordinary people appear in such a place?
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"Brother in front, please wait a moment," Xu Zimo shouted.
The woodcutter stopped when he heard the sound, looked around, and finally saw Xu Zimo coming from a distance.
"What's the matter?" the woodcutter asked.
"I'm a little lost. I don't know where I am?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
"Oh, you came from the north," the woodcutter replied.
"This is Luanyun Village, where are you going?"
"Baihua Valley," Xu Zimo replied.
"We don't have Baihua Valley here. Have you gone to the wrong place?" the woodcutter asked doubtfully.
"Who taught you that poem?" Xu Zimo asked.
"There is an immortal in the Taoist temple on the mountain. I heard the immortal's disciples reciting it every morning, so I learned from it," the woodcutter replied.
"Is the Taoist gym on top of the climbing ladder?" Xu Zimo pointed in the direction and said.
The woodcutter nodded slightly.
Xu Zimo looked at the woodcutter again, then took a step forward and ran towards the ladder.
His speed was very fast, and he disappeared from the woodcutter's sight in a few breaths.
"What a weirdo," the woodcutter shook his head slightly, then carried firewood on his back, sang poetry, and walked forward.
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The ladder is very high.
It lives up to its reputation of climbing into the clouds.
Xu Zimo walked in the air for nearly half an hour before reaching the top.
Like the top of a mountain.
There are dense pine trees growing on it.
Even now in late autumn, pines and cypresses are still green and standing on the cliffs.
Surrounded by pines and cypresses, there is a quaint Taoist temple with a fairly large area.
The architectural style of the temple is gray.
A circle of walls surrounds the gym, and the entrance is an iron fence-like gate.
At this time, the sound of a bell came from inside.
Two young men in Buddhist robes guarded both sides of the door.
Xu Zimo looked up and saw the three characters "Lao Jun Guan" engraved on the dojo.
On both sides is a line of couplets.
During the three thousand years of Spring and Autumn, I have been searching for the top of the road.
Xu Zimo walked up the steps, but was stopped by young Taoist priests on both sides.
"What did the donor do?" asked the Taoist priest on the left.
"I want to visit your gym," Xu Zimo said.
"The Taoist temple is not welcoming guests now, so please come back," the Taoist priest on the right said, shaking his head.
As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic voice suddenly came from inside the gym.
"Since he is destined, let him come in."
Hearing that voice, the two Taoist priests looked at Xu Zimo in surprise.
Then he closed and opened his hands, and the heavy gym door was slowly opened.
"Donor, please come in."
"Destined person?" Xu Zimo was a little confused.
But I still walked into the gym.
This gym looks very large, but in fact many places are open spaces, and there are not many real halls and houses.
There are white stone steps at the foot, and not far from the white stone steps, there is a crystal clear river.
The river flows very slowly, are there fish jumping?
Above the river is a white jade bridge.
After Xu Zimo walked in, the bell rang again in the gym.
The sound was very urgent, one after another, shaking the void.
Xu Zimo stepped onto the bridge. On the opposite side of the bridge, there was a very prominent hall.
Several figures could be vaguely seen in the main hall.
There are lush pine trees on both sides, and as you walk forward you can already hear the sounds coming from the hall.
"In ancient times, the four poles were destroyed and the nine states were divided.
The sky will not be reunited, and the earth will not be reincarnated.
The fire is bright and never goes out, the water is vast and never stops.
Wild beasts eat the people, and birds of prey prey on the old and the weak.
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Someone was teaching above, and the Taoist disciples below were reading in unison.
A solemn and solemn scene.
When Xu Zimo walked off the Yuqiao, the reading suddenly stopped.
All the disciples stopped and looked at the people coming from outside.
Under everyone's gaze, Xu Zimo walked into the hall.
This hall is no different from an ordinary hall.
Disciples stood on both sides, and at the head sat an old Taoist wearing a spacious Taoist robe and holding a fly whisk.
The old Taoist spirit has a strong Taoist spirit and a noble Taoist charm.
He has a tall and straight figure and a long white beard.
"You're here," before Xu Zimo could say anything, the old Taoist said first.
"Do you know me?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Of course we know each other, otherwise how would you have entered my gym," the old Taoist said with a smile.
"Are you sure you didn't identify the wrong person?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Why do I have no impression of you at all?"
"If you think about it again, you have been here before," the old Taoist said.
"Have I been here?" Xu Zimo was stunned for a moment.
He frowned slightly, but he didn't have the slightest impression.
"It doesn't matter, if you come back to this life again, you won't have many memories," the old Taoist sighed.
All I saw was a wave of the fly whisk in his hand.
The artistic conception of Tao dispersed, and he said calmly: "Today's class is over, you all can leave."
