The confrontation between the monks of Xuanmen and the Demonic Taoism has been more than a year.

The evil spirits of the three realms of the prehistoric worlds are everywhere, and wars are constantly coming.

As Emperor Wei said, all monks have the responsibility to protect the prehistoric world and resist the devil's way.

Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.

Under the ginseng fruit tree.

Zhen Yuanzi sat in the air with a hanging place, the earth's membrane exuding a mysterious and yellow mist, with a heavy momentum, and the mountains, rivers and seas continued to gather at Wuzhuangguan.

Zhen Yuanzi sat upright, the quasi-saint's magic power surged, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his face turned pale, and his body kept trembling.

"Brother!" The remnant soul in the ginseng fruit tree shouted.

Zhen Yuanzi suddenly opened his eyes, his magic power faintly lost control, and fell from the void to the ground.

Bang bang!

Zhen Yuanzi punched the ground with two punches, and a remorse appeared on his face, "Why can't it work, why!"

Zhen Yuanzi, a true immortal with a blessing and virtue, has a profound cultivation level and has never lost his composure like this.

The remnant soul in the ginseng fruit tree sighed, "Brother, don't blame yourself. If my Hongyun can exist in this posture in the world, it is already a great blessing."

"The soul is so incomplete that the resurrection is illusory, even the saint cannot."

"Brother, don't bother with Hongyun anymore. It's time to find the way of the saint!"

When Wei Shuyu sent back the remnant soul of Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi sacrificed the origin of the ginseng fruit tree to keep it nourished. Until now, he can only maintain the remnant soul of Hongyun, but cannot recover.

"No! I must find a way to save you for my brother!" Hongyun was still trying to speak, but was interrupted by Zhen Yuanzi.

"If you don't have you, what's the point of chasing that great way?"

"Brother, please give the Taoist path first. Hongyun can witness his brother's attainment of the supreme Taoist path with his own eyes, and he will die without regrets!"

"No! Don't say too much!"

"Brother must try every means to save you!"

"If I can save my virtuous brother, I will do whatever I want!"

"It's all right!"

As soon as Zhen Yuanzi's voice fell, a question came from the void, "Is Zhen Yuan really willing to do anything?"

Wuzhuangguan's void trembled and cracks suddenly appeared.

Black gas emerged from the crack, and Wutian sat down in the twelve-grade world-destroying black lotus slowly flew out.

"Wu Tian!" Zhen Yuanzi's eyes shrank suddenly, his face as if he was facing a great enemy, full of fear.

"The little monk Wutian has seen the great immortal Zhenyuan." Wutian bowed with a chuckling on his face.

Zhen Yuanzi's magic power surged, and he sacrificed the earth's membrane, instantly connecting mountains, rivers, and building a defensive formation.

"The Wuzhuang Temple is not what your demon should come from!"

Zhen Yuanzi's quasi-saint's great perfection momentum burst out, and the earth book is in hand, and there is still confidence. Once the war breaks out, the Xuanmen monks will come immediately!

Wu Tian chuckled, "The Great Immortal Zhenyuan does not need to be hostile to the little monk. The little monk came with kindness."

"The way is different, don't plan for each other!" Zhen Yuanzi said coldly.

"The Great Immortal Zhenyuan might as well listen to the little monk's words first."

"No need." Zhen Yuanzi knew that the demonic path was best at bewitching and seducing monks into devils.

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi's attitude firm, Black Lian slowly turned her direction and wanted to leave. Before leaving, she slowly said: "The devil's way has a technique called the disintegration method of the Demon, which has the power of decaying magic.

Even if a wisp of residual soul can cultivate the demon body and restore it to its peak!"

After Wu Tian finished speaking, the black lotus flew towards the crack of the void.

When Zhen Yuanzi heard what Wutian said, Taoist body stood there as if it was electric shocked, opened his eyes wide, and a storm wave in his heart, "The method of disintegrating the demon...has the power to turn decay into magic? Can it restore the residual soul and return to the peak?

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"Wu Tian, ​​please stay!" Zhen Yuanzi quickly asked.

Wutian stepped into the crack in the void and disappeared, leaving only a magical voice, "Come to Lingshan."

The cracks in the void were closed, and Wuzhuang Temple returned to peace.

Zhen Yuanzi's great magic power surged, trying to tear the void apart, and went to Lingshan.

"Brother!" The red clouds and souls in the ginseng fruit tree were shouting loudly.

"Lingshan is the magical territory. If Wu Tian deceived his brother to come over..." Hongyun reminded.

"But what if it is true?" Zhen Yuanzi turned around and looked at the ginseng fruit tree.

Zhen Yuanzi's body couldn't help but tremble, his eyes were covered with blood, his face was excited, and he said in a lost voice.

"The Six Saints of the Prehistoric World cannot save you, and the Xuanmen cannot save you!"

"The devil's path may be the only hope, the only hope, no matter how dangerous Lingshan is, my brother must go!"

"Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance, I will be willing to do anything!"

Zhen Yuanzi's voice was a little hoarse and almost crazy.

Hongyun was silent for a few breaths, and finally sighed, "Happy Hongyun."

"Brother, tell Shuyu about this to prevent the devil from being cunning."

"Okay!" Zhen Yuanzi did not refuse this time, and immediately summoned Qingming and Mingyue, and asked him to go to the Heavenly Court to send a message to Wei Shuyu.

After Zhen Yuanzi finished the arrangement, he held the ground letter in his hand, cut through the void and headed to Lingshan.

What Zhen Yuanzi didn't know was that Qingfeng and Mingyue had just flew out 100,000 miles when they were blocked by a ball of black gas. The black-robed guardian led the demon and secretly captured Qingfeng and Mingyue.

Lingshan, Daleiyin Temple.

The environment is dark and the evil spirit is filled with the dark and evil spirit.

Wu Tian sat quietly on the Black Lotus throne, his mouth slightly raised, showing an evil smile, "The little monk has seen the Great Immortal Zhenyuan."

Zhen Yuanzi walked up to the hall step by step in a Taoist robe, staring at Wutian, and said bluntly: "What price does it cost to do if I want the method of disintegrating the demon?"

There is no friendship in this world for no reason!

Wu Tian also looked at Zhen Yuanzi directly, without avoiding it, and said in a deep voice: "It's very simple, Wu Tian respectfully invites Zhen Yuan to become a demon!"

"The Demon Ancestor Luohu ordered that if Zhenyuan Daxian enters the demon, enjoy the position of Zhenyuan Tianmo Fruit. When the Demon Ancestor returns to the prehistoric world, Zhenyuan Tianmo will naturally attain the position of Hunyuan Daluo Fruit!"

Zhen Yuanzi lowered his face as he heard Wutian's words, but was not shocked. He had guessed that it was the result before he came.

The Demon Way has been trying to break through the prehistoric world and expand the foundation of the Demon Way.

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi was silent, Wutian continued to ask: "Your friend, you have never made evil with monks in his life. What can you get? Your body and death disappear, and your soul is gone."

"Enter my demonic path, do not get involved in cause and effect, do whatever you want, take revenge with your vengeance, cultivate the supreme path, be free and free!" Wutian spoke, surrounded by the supreme demon sound, bewitching Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi surrounded his mysterious and yellow aura to resist the demonic sound, "You don't have to use the trick on me."

"Haha, the little monk is so clumsy."

"Is the method of disintegrating the demon really as you said, and has the power to turn decay into magic!" Zhen Yuanzi looked directly at Luohu and asked.

"To show my sincerity in the Demonic Way, the little monk will first pass on the disintegration of the Demon to your old friend. Then Zhenyuan Daxian will consider it again, how about?"

"Can!"

Wutian sat upright on the black lotus, slowly rising up, tearing the void apart, "Zhenyuan Daxian, please!"

The black-robed guardian secretly captured Qingfeng and Mingyue. The demonic way was to be achieved overnight, and he did not give the heavenly court time to react, so he caught him off guard!

Zhen Yuanzi did not think much about it and stepped into the crack of the void.

The next moment, Wutian and Zhen Yuanzi appeared in Wuzhuang Temple.

Wutianduan was on the black lotus, and the magic light surged above his head, and a ray of black air rushed into the ginseng fruit tree.

Zhen Yuanzi stared at Hongyun in a hurry, in case there was no angel trick.

Hongyun felt the invasion of the demonic energy, sighed slightly, no longer resisted, and allowed the demonic energy to invade his mind.

"Ah!" Hongyun let out a roar, and there were more magic in the sea of ​​consciousness, and all the magic power of the Xuanmen was transformed into magic power.

"Ah! Ah!" Hongyun kept making a low roar, heart-wrenching shouting.

Zhen Yuanzi immediately became nervous, and the quasi-saint's Great Perfection magic power rose, locking Wutian.

Wutian smiled, "It's just a normal transformation process, so Zhenyuan Daxian doesn't have to worry."

In the ginseng fruit tree, the magic aura became stronger and stronger, and the roar of the red cloud became weaker.

After a few breaths, a cold voice came from the ginseng fruit tree, "Since then, there is no ancient Taoist in the prehistoric world, Hongyun, Hongyun, a good man in the heart!"

The magic sound fell, and the phantom flew out of the ginseng fruit tree.

The phantom fell to the ground, and the body gradually became substantial.
To be continued...