The Xiaojiezhou Demonic Sect where Jiang Heng and others are currently located is separated from the real Demonic Holy Sect by a river about 10,000 feet wide!

This river is called the Bitter Soul River!

A magnificent altar was built on the bank of Xiaojiezhou where the Bitter Soul River is located.

This altar was built by the ancestors of the Blood Evil Sword Sect, Tianxie Sect, Tuxian Sect and other sects when they came here to spread their branches.

Later, the spiritual energy became thinner, and the connection between heaven and earth was blocked. The Bitter Soul River also experienced changes, making it difficult for people to cross it!

From then on, if people from the Demonic Saint Sect want to come to this small world continent, they can only achieve success with a small chance of success by spending a large amount of spiritual stones and using a giant teleportation array as a transportation medium.

Before the mountain gate, Jiang Heng had lost all strength and almost fainted.

Wang Teng, the elder of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, was horrified. He helped Jiang Heng up and fed him a pill of spiritual medicine.

After two breaths, Jiang Heng faintly woke up.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I just played a little too hard and lost my strength..."

The disciples of the Holy Sword Hall, each with their own merits, empathize with Jiang Heng's experience.

In order to resist this attack by the Immortal Dao led by the Su Nu Sect, they have tried their best!

Fortunately, the result was quite brilliant, and those disciples who dared to come to provoke were driven away again.

Fatty Wang and others shouted, threw Jiang Heng high into the air, and carried him back to the Holy Sword Hall.

Show off all the way, like an unparalleled hero!

This time, except for the two elders from the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion and Chuan Gong Pavilion, no one else had time to help, and Immortal Dao had already retreated in panic!

However, Jiang Heng, who was standing on everyone's shoulders, was dumbfounded in his heart.

"This is a good time. As an undercover agent of the Immortal Dao, the relationship between the Immortal Dao and the Immortal Dao is getting bigger and bigger..."

The honest and steady deacon disciple hurriedly chased after the crowd.

"Acting as the leader, the Holy Demonic Sect has sent a decree for you to go to the Bitter Soul River..."

"I got it! Just take a rest and I will go there as soon as possible when I recover."

The Demonic Saint Sect will never know that they are acting as the leader at this moment.

As for Yin Fusheng of the Tianxie Sect, as the number one sect of the Demonic Path in Xiaojie Continent, he has close ties with the higher ups.

Nine times out of ten, he is the one causing trouble.

But what else is worth doing?

Jiang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking endlessly.

"Elder Dugu, will you accompany me on a trip recently?"

"Where to go? If it's the Bitter Soul River, I'll be there for you!" After taking Wang Teng's elixir, Dugu Weibai recovered as if he was alive and well.

"That's exactly where it is!" Jiang Heng took a deep breath, "The head master is in retreat. I'm afraid I'll make a mistake if I go alone. Now, the only master in the sect is you..."

Dugu Weibai nodded solemnly and agreed.

Although Jiang Heng has completely surpassed him in terms of swordsmanship understanding, when it comes to actual cultivation, there is still a huge gap.

No matter how bad it is, this elder of Chuan Gong Pavilion is also at the ninth level of Star Observation Realm!

"How can I be left out of the escort mission?!" Fatty Wang recommended himself.

"I'll go too! If there really is a fight, my laurel tree shadow can heal your injuries!" Chen Lingwan also looked determined.

"Okay! That's it. Let's set off in an hour! Let's go meet those seniors together!" Jiang Heng saw that people's hearts could be used, and his spirit involuntarily lifted up.

"Elder Jiang, we are going too!" The disciples of the Holy Sword Hall were shouting and wanted to go with them to protect him.

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During this battle, the immortal forces fled outside the gate of the Blood Fiend Sword Sect, leaving behind more than two hundred corpses and a large number of high-level heavenly and earthly magic weapons.

Jiang Heng divided the ownerless spiritual stones on the corpse equally among the people involved in the battle.

And there are more than a hundred pieces of magic weapons that are either broken or complete!

Jiang Heng accepted it unceremoniously, used the Chaos Immortality Technique to extract the spiritual essence, and refined it into the Chaos Green Lotus.

Whether it was the Huiming tortoise shell or the Huangquan Xuanshui bowl, they were all refined into ashes and residue!

Naturally, a large drop of golden spiritual fluid condensed from the chaotic green lotus stamen!

An hour later.

Jiang Heng was inside the cave, performing the secrets to finish his work.

The Chaos Immortality Technique and the Dayan Divine Sword Technique slowly stopped running.

He stood up tall and looked inward at the increasingly thick and thick chaotic green lotus in the qi sea of ​​his Dantian, filled with joy.

The green lotus swayed, and dots of Taoist rhymes escaped from time to time, floating on the surface of Yaochi.

In the Yaochi, the vitality and magic power are condensed like water, and the gentle breeze blows, causing waves to rise and fall.

Within the qi sea of ​​Dantian, the spiritual energy is dense, and it is like a fairyland at this moment!

Clenching his big fist tightly, Jiang Heng reviewed the battle he had just fought with Zhong Ruoqiu and others.

If he had reached the twelfth level of the spiritual realm earlier, he might have been able to keep that old witch behind!

Just because at this time, Jiang Heng had already used the mysterious sword intention contained in the Dayan Divine Sword Art to sharpen and condense the soul in his mind!

The power of his consciousness increased to a terrifying fifteen feet!

With just a little movement of spiritual thoughts, you can cover a radius of fifteen feet and detect external messages!

The spiritual consciousness covers a distance of fifteen feet. This is a height that many stargazing monks cannot reach!

In his ears, there were whispers.

"Lao Liu, do you want to go to the Bitter Soul River with Elder Dai?"

"Nonsense, of course I want to go! It would be great if I could fight..."

"Why?"

"You can divide spiritual stones during war! Hey hey hey... I divided 2,107 spiritual stones this time! This is an amount that I couldn't save even after two years of hard work!"

"Haha, me too!"

"These old men only want to fight! Well, let's take a group of people out..." Jiang Heng cursed and walked out of the cave.

He greeted Fatty Wang and said, "Fatboy, gather the people together and we'll set off now!"

"Senior Brother Jiang, you have made a breakthrough again..." Fatty Wang, who is at the fifth level of the Spirit Seed Realm, noticed the change in Jiang Heng's temperament and almost fell to the ground in admiration.

"Practice hard, and you will have this day too!" Jiang Heng patted his younger brother on the shoulder and strode towards Dugu Weibai.

"Elder Dugu...just now, I was breaking through the realm...unexpectedly, I kept you waiting for a long time again!"

"It doesn't matter! If the acting head can continue to make such rapid progress, I will be willing to wait for one more year!" Dugu Weibai laughed loudly, and Jiang Heng and others walked together.

I went out this time just to be on the safe side.

Jiang Heng left Wang Teng, the elder of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, in charge, and also controlled the demonic disciples of the Holy Sword Hall who were used to being arrogant!

As for himself, he took Dugu Weibai, Chen Lingwan, Fatty Wang, and fourteen experts from the Holy Sword Hall who were familiar with the Seven-Star World-Destroying Sword Formation, and set out.

Eighteen heroic heroes marched along the Bitter Soul River, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger!

Three days later.

Everyone traveled a long distance and finally came to a majestic altar.

Above the altar, there was a lot of bustling people and there were many flags.

The station had already been filled with people from various demonic sects.

On the outermost side is a black flag with three golden characters "Yintian Sect" written on it.

A thin, sissy male cultivator walked up to Jiang Heng and others with a sarcastic tone.

"Hey! Isn't this our leader Jiang? He just won a great victory over Immortal Dao, and he is so arrogant that he made everyone wait for you for a long time..."

"Yintian Sect... what is your relationship with Tianxie Sect?" Fatty Wang took the initiative to assume diplomatic responsibilities on this occasion.

"No! However, if there is, it means that we all belong to the same demon sect. The demon sects in the world are one family, are you right, my Mr. Jiang?" The sissy male cultivator took a step closer, wanting to talk to Jiang Heng.

Pull, pull, pull.

Fatty Wang frowned, turned his head and looked at Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng nodded.

"Brothers, this holy son of Yintian Sect dares to harass our acting head like this, deal with him!" Fatty Wang was furious and waved his hands violently.

"Wantless!" The seven disciples of the Holy Sword Hall jumped out, each occupying the position of the seven stars, drew their swords and struck out, the swords glowing brightly.

boom!!!

The sissy male cultivator was instantly blasted to pieces of flesh and blood, dying beyond hope.
To be continued...