Shi Hao died in the Demon Transformation Cave. This is simply a big joke.
"Yes, the young man named Shi Hao is really a genius. In Kunpeng's lair, no one in the world can be his opponent."
"The young man who defeated the Poseidon clan in the final decisive battle collided head-on with the spiritual body of Lord Jiao, creating the myth of the invincibility of the human race.
Unfortunately, she was too strong. She held the Kunpeng treasure bone alone and refused to let go. In the end, she was targeted by the heroes and they teamed up to drive her into the Demon Transformation Cave.
The Demon Transformation Cave was a terrifying existence that Kunpeng used to destroy his opponents in the past. It is rumored that it destroyed all the ancient true dragons in adulthood, as well as the most terrifying pure-blood beasts."
The old man's words were full of regret, but when Tang Xuanming heard it, he felt certain in his heart.
If he remembered correctly, Shi Hao got the real Kunpeng inheritance in the Demon Transformation Cave. The treasure bone left by Kunpeng was just a bait, and the Kunpeng treasure technique was not complete, only half.
"Presumably Shi Hao is still practicing in the Demon Transformation Cave."
Tang Xuanming felt confident.
Therefore, he did not panic at all and went directly to Butian Pavilion.
The ancient gate of Butian Pavilion is still bustling with people, and there is no signs of weakness.
One after another, people who have no way of gaining the approval of Butian Pavilion are gathered around the gate of Butian Pavilion, waiting for the start of Butian Pavilion's next apprenticeship ceremony.
"Butian Pavilion's spirit-sacrifice gods are unparalleled in power and have already beheaded the sixth most powerful person."
"Yes, a head of the ancient sacred mountain still hangs in front of the door of Butian Pavilion. Butian Pavilion is indeed a holy place that has stood on this land since ancient times."
In front of the Butian Pavilion, there is no longer the same panic situation as before. A group of people who had no way to enter the Butian Pavilion to practice and failed in the trial looked proud, as if they were from the Butian Pavilion.
disciple.
When Tang Xuanming saw this, he felt relieved.
"It seems that the Sacrificial Spirit has deceived several powerful people to death in the past two years."
Facing the gazes of countless people, Tang Xuanming took out a token from his arms and floated into Butian Pavilion.
Make a group of people extremely envious.
"You, you're back!"
Soon after entering the mountain gate, Patriarch Mu Yan, who was full of beard and hair, looked at Tang Xuanming in surprise, and then turned into ecstasy.
"Okay, okay!"
He said hello three times in a row, and there was a trace of sadness deep in his eyes, but now it completely turned into joy.
"Kunpeng's lair has been closed for several months and I haven't heard any news about you. The disciples of Butian Pavilion have returned one after another. Only you and the little one are missing. We heard that the little one was thrown into the Demon Transformation Cave, but there has never been any news about you. We thought
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"Am I back? I just experienced some accidents along the way."
Tang Xuanming faced it with a smile, feeling a little moved in his heart.
Judging from the reaction of Patriarch Mu Yan, Butian Pavilion truly considers him and is truly saddened by his disappearance.
"Where's Mr. Liu? I left Kunpeng's lair early due to an accident, and I haven't seen him yet."
"oh!"
Ancestor Mu Yan was stunned, stared at Tang Xuanming, and said excitedly: "That old immortal doesn't believe that you are dead, and has been waiting for you outside Kunpeng's lair, and is still on the golden beach where you are sent to the ocean.
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"If you don't tell me, I'll forget about it. I'll send him a message and ask him to come back."
Patriarch Mu Yan's words were calm, but Tang Xuan clearly knew how much emotion was hidden in them.
Thinking of Mr. Liu who was still silently waiting for his return on the golden beach, Tang Xuanming felt secretly moved in his heart.
At this moment, he even had the urge to leave Kunpeng's lair in Butian Pavilion.
But he quickly suppressed this impulse.
Kunpeng's magic involves too much, and no big shot in the upper world will give up this supreme magical power.
There are destined to be countless big shots searching for traces of Kunpeng's magic on this land.
Leaving the Kunpeng treasure in Butian Pavilion will not make Butian Pavilion more prosperous, but may lead to disaster.
After all, Butian Pavilion has little to do with the Upper Realm in the Butian Sect. It was a renegade disciple of the Butian Sect who founded the Butian Pavilion in the Lower Realm. If we really want to dig deeper, Butian Pavilion has no backing in the Upper Realm.
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It is not like the Everlasting Mountain, which can prosper for countless years.
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."
Ancestor Mu Yan directly pulled Tang Xuanming into the depths of Butian Pavilion.
"The sacrificial spirit has been waiting for you for a long time. It always thought that you would survive and not die. Now that you are back, come with me to meet it!"
"Um."
Tang Xuanming nodded. In fact, he had countless things in his heart that he wanted to talk to the sacrificial spirit.
Tang Xuanming's heart trembled when he thought about the earth-shaking changes that were about to happen in this world, and when he thought that those people in the upper realm were about to start picking fruits in the lower realm, harvesting the grown elixirs and pure-blooded creatures.
After many incidents, Tang Xuanming had deep feelings for Butian Pavilion.
Tang Xuanming instinctively did not want Butian Pavilion to be destroyed in the ensuing turmoil, nor did he want Butian Pavilion to continue to be so ignorant.
Countless thoughts collided in his mind. In the midst of random thoughts, Tang Xuanming once again walked into the ancient courtyard that he had gradually become familiar with and had some human touch.
The ancient sacrificial spirit has taken on new vitality, and the emerald green vines are as vibrant as green agate.
Several powerful corpses could still be seen under the new vines. The atmosphere should have been eerie, but Tang Xuanming felt inexplicably happy in his heart.
"Sacrifice to the spirit, how many opponents have you defeated?"
"Well, I pretended to be weak before, and in the past two years I have continued to pretend to be strong, making them think I was bluffing, and successfully tricked them again. It can be regarded as a small achievement."
The priest responded humbly.
Tang Xuanming looked at the sacrificial spirit, which was only one meter long, but fell into deep thought.
Those who can be called opponents by the sacrificial spirits are all Venerables with the lowest level of cultivation.
But now the sacrificial spirits can kill them easily. Does this mean that the distance has reached the realm of gods?
He should have been happy to have achieved a breakthrough in cultivation, but Tang Xuanming only felt a chill in his heart and an extremely strong sense of depression.
If he remembered correctly, soon after the turmoil swept through the eight lower realms, all existences above the level of gods would be harvested like grass by the upper realm.
"I told you that your life was tough and you wouldn't die in Kunpeng's lair. They still didn't believe it and even shed a lot of cat urine."
The words of worshiping the spirit are relaxed and full of ridicule.
Tang Xuanming felt warm in his heart and was a little moved.
After chatting with the spirit sacrificer for a while and recounting the experience of Kunpeng's lair, Tang Xuanming's face gradually became serious. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "Senior sacrificer spirit, this time in the outside world, I know a lot of things."
"Our area seems to be just a prison, and everyone is just a prisoner."