The end of the sky, the sunset altar.

This picture is mysterious and mysterious, revealing an ancient and mysterious artistic conception, conveying strange fluctuations.

Zhou Dao only saw a corner and woke up suddenly.

Time is like water, eternal moment.

At that glance, he seemed to have experienced a long life, but also seemed to have only lived in a moment.

"What is that?" Zhou Dao was shocked.

That scene was like a brand that was permanently etched in his memory and could never be erased.

In the room, a faint aroma filled the room.

Zhou Dao experienced an unprecedented baptism, his whole body ached, and every inch of flesh and blood seemed to have been tempered. The pure Yang relics in his Dantian completely dissipated and transformed into his limbs and bones.

Unknowingly, he stepped into the fourth level of true fire. His body was refined and reborn, his blood was infused with the fragrance of elixirs, and all evil spirits were dissipated.

"So fast?" Zhou Dao couldn't believe it.

For him, in the blink of an eye, he broke through the realm without any warning.

This is even more incredible than entering the state of [Unity of Man and Nature], it is simply a miracle.

"Is it really the Patriarch who appears?" Zhou Dao murmured softly.

The scene just now was a rare experience for him, both mysterious and weird.

He didn't know exactly what he saw, but one thing was certain.

The Sunset Sect is not as simple as Zhou Dao thought.

"I don't know where the master is." Zhou Dao murmured, a trace of melancholy rising in his heart.

He and his master had been dependent on each other since he was a child. After two years of separation, he often missed him.

Although that old guy was unreliable, he still managed to pull him into such a big position.

He was alone in the wind and rain outside, and Zhou Dao was worried about him from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh...old thing, leave me alone, damn it."

Zhou Dao felt sad in his heart, cursed, and extinguished the candle with a wave of his hand.

In the middle of the night, even the neighbors were silent, so it was time to go to sleep.

But at this moment, Zhou Dao walked out of the courtyard, his eyes slightly condensed, and he looked in the direction of the Demon Control Division.

…

Inside the Demon Control Department.

At this time, Wang Xuanzhi entered an unprecedented state.

Originally, he was at the end of his rope, restrained by his inner demons, and his will was on the verge of collapse. Under the eyes of the inner demons, he was even worse.

However, after he fell into coma last night, a strange thought came into his mind.

When Wang Xuanzhi was in a coma, every time he thought about the past, an evil ghost would appear, destroy everything and devour everything.

The so-called purgatory is wherever the gaze of annihilation reaches, whether it is the light of the past or the painful darkness, they are all gone.

Nothing but yourself.

After going through purgatory and remaining immortal, even if he transforms into an evil ghost, he will climb out of the most desperate abyss, wander around the world, and reap the heads of his enemies.

This is the real Yaksha. All inner demons, monsters, and enemies... will be swallowed up by him and left in purgatory, listening to their wails and bearing their curses.

Wang Xuanzhi...

He is destined to crawl back from purgatory.

Finally, Wang Xuanzhi, who was in a coma, experienced the pain in his memory over and over again. The evil ghost kept appearing in his heart like a brand...

He was so bloodthirsty and ferocious, and the evil intention of ignoring curses and shackles gradually merged into his blood and bones, becoming part of his life temperament.

"I am a person who died once in purgatory. Even if I turn into an evil ghost, it doesn't matter..."

At this moment, Wang Xuanzhi was completely transformed.

His strength has not improved at all, and his realm has not broken through at all.

But the whole person's energy and spirit were different. The decadent and lazy spirit in his bones was completely cleansed, and a sharp and fierce spirit grew in his heart.

"I didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise." Wang Xuanzhi sighed.

"Master Zhensi, you are completely awake."

At this moment, Zhang Beixuan and Chen Qinggang surrounded him.

Since Wang Xuanzhi was discovered last night, he has woken up and passed out seven or eight times.

"I'll spare you the trouble," Wang Xuanzhi said with a slight smile.

To him, this night was like two lifetimes as a human being, and he was filled with emotions that were difficult to express in words.

"Master Zhensi, this time you..." Zhang Beixuan said in a relaxed tone, just about to speak.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a sharp breath swept over like a roaring wind.

"Today we have defeated the Demon Control Division, and all of them will come out to die."

The roar of Kuangba soared into the sky, echoing over Ping'an Town.

Wang Xiaoyi walked out of the yard and looked in the direction of the Monster Control Division in horror.

Gu Xiangling walked out of the boudoir, her beauty pale.

Wang Qingwan stood by the lake, a trace of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

…

At this time, everyone in the Demon Control Department, no matter where they were in Ping'an Town, was frightened by this terrifying aura. They all looked in the same direction.

That's where their roots are.

Rumble...

The door of the Demon Control Department exploded suddenly, and the debris shot out like flying knives, piercing into the wall.

The terrifying force whipped up the wind and filled the hall.

Ming Yunzi was astonishingly domineering, with only killing intent in his eyes.

Little Heiyunjun died in Ping'an Town, with no bones left.

Everyone here is suspected, and no one can be let go.

"Who is this?"

At this moment, Wang Xuanzhi walked out.

The two major guards, Zhang Beixuan and Chen Qinggang, followed closely behind. They could all see that the Taoist priest in front of them was no small matter. With just one breath, he shook the town of Ping'an.

The terrible pressure made them feel deeply afraid, and they couldn't think of any resistance at all.

This kind of fear is more profound than what I felt in Wang Xuanzhi.

"The blood is really hot...you are Wang Xuanzhi!?" Ming Yunzi saw through Wang Xuanzhi's cultivation level at a glance.

Looking at Ping'an Town, only the Town Secretary has the strength to achieve the Eight Transformations of the Refining Realm.

Only Wang Xuanzhi has the ability to kill Xiao Heiyunjun Ming Jianbo.

"Who are you?" Wang Xuanzhi frowned.

The strength of this Taoist priest is extraordinary, far above him.

The Demon Control Division is really having a bad time. When did he get into trouble with such a powerful person?

"You don't even know me, Ming Yunzi, how dare you kill my own son?"

"What?"

Wang Xuanzhi's expression changed slightly.

Looking at all areas of Pingjiang City, I'm afraid there is no one who has not heard of Ming Yunzi's evil reputation.

This ruthless man has always been ruthless in his killing sprees. Anyone who messes with him will end up in a miserable state, with his bones shattered and ashes thrown away, and life would be worse than death.

"There must be a misunderstanding here..." Wang Xuanzhi explained.

Rumble...

Ming Yunzi stepped forward with murderous intent.

"I don't care what misunderstandings there are. No one in Ping'an Town is innocent. They will all be buried with him." Ming Yunzi shouted sternly.

Little Black Cloud Lord is a monster, he came here to capture Wang Xuanzhi.

Now that he died in Ping'an Town, it is natural that everyone in the Demon Control Department could not escape his involvement.
To be continued...