The running figure walked all the way through the forest of giant trees and disappeared deep into the woods.
Fallen leaves were flying in the woods, reminding everyone that someone had just passed by.
Taoist Guiyun swallowed his saliva subconsciously, feeling happy in his heart.
If it was him who just blocked the road, then
What dyes this land red is his flesh and blood.
"this person."
"who is it?"
"I feel."
"To be scared."
Qin Yaoyao and Qin Zhenzhen were talking to each other, and they were holding each other's hands with lingering fears.
"Who in the neighborhood is worthy of such a brutal attack?" Taoist Guiyun asked his wife.
"There is only one most cruel person in the surrounding area, Qingcheng, which is some distance away from here.
It is said to be the dojo of the Demon Saint Son." Fairy Shuihan looked at the map and said in shock.
"The Demonic Saint Son? I heard that he is not as powerful as the Demonic Saint. The Demonic Saint should be a seventh-level fighter, and the Demonic Saint is at most a seventh-level fighter.
But that person just now" Fang Lin did not continue.
That is definitely not a sixth-grade universal spirit or a fifth-grade formation spirit.
He didn't understand that realm, but the master just said that the black earth python was a fifth-grade formation spirit, and the fifth-grade formation spirit was crushed instantly.
"There is no need to speculate too much, leave here first." Taoist Guiyun said vigilantly.
The black earth python's flesh and blood are scattered, other monsters must be coming, and you need to leave as soon as possible.
The five people only collected some flesh and blood and quickly left the place.
On the way, the two twins saw that the crisis had subsided and began to discuss the next journey.
Qin Yaoyao: "Su Shi."
Qin Zhenzhen: "Who is it?"
Qin Yaoyao: "She is in the group."
Qin Zhenzhen: "I sent a sentence."
"What did she say?" Fang Lin looked curious.
Qin Yaoyao: "She asked the group."
Qin Zhenzhen: "Who is the king and who is the minister?"
Qin Yaoyao: "The tone is very loud."
Qin Zhenzhen: “She is very scheming.”
Qin Yaoyao: "One day we will see his true face."
Qin Zhenzhen: "Let's see if your temperament can suppress the geniuses of all walks of life."
The next day.
October 7th.
At the foot of Tomorrow Mountain.
There are many stone pillars here, with a ring in the middle and a high platform at the top.
There is a big chair in the middle of the high platform and a small chair on the side. Zhou Ningyue is sitting on the side eating blue fruit, frowning and squinting her eyes.
acid.
I looked around and saw that I couldn't give it to anyone else.
Qiu Qian had already eaten half of the sour fruit, so she could only swallow the fruit with her eyes closed, like a jujube.
"Huh~" She felt a sense of relief after eating.
"It's already eight o'clock, and these people haven't come yet?" Zhou Ningyue said, looking at the empty symposium.
"A group of young talented demon cultivators are about to have their finale, but Sister Yue came too early." Qiu Qian, standing behind Sister Yue, said casually.
During the discussion among young demon cultivators, each one has his or her own pride and naturally does not want to be lost to everyone.
"I'm already here, why are they doing the finale?" Zhou Ningyue took out the new fruit, cut a small piece and tried to eat it.
Eat the sour ones in Qiu Qian, and eat the sweet ones by yourself.
Bah.
Sweet.
"Some people are starting to come." Qiu Qian reminded as she looked at the figure in the distance.
At the Demon Evil Conference, all the seventh-level demon cultivator fighters will arrive.
It is easiest to gain insights from competitions of the same age, which can promote subsequent breakthroughs, especially for seventh-level fighters. Many people are only one close battle away.
Of course, as time goes by, the Mosha Conference has become a famous competition for many people.
He overpowers his peers and shows his invincibility in the same realm.
Zhong Hu and others immediately went to the Demonic Conference.
"Senior brother is not bad in strength, don't you want to fight?" Bai Jin smiled charmingly and asked softly.
"Fight?" Zhong Hu said a little funny:
"I have met the Holy Son several times, and I no longer have the heart to fight."
"Senior brother, are you scared?" Bai Jin lightly touched his lower lip with his index finger and said with a smile.
"I'm scared." Zhong Hu didn't refute.
Bai Jin put down his hand and said with a smile:
"But I don't feel that my senior brother has become weaker. After returning from Qingcheng, I feel that my senior brother has become much stronger.
Although he is not accompanied by a scaled tiger, he still has the aura of a lonely king."
Zhong Hu shook his head and said nothing. Under the majesty of the Holy Son, he was nothing.
Alone, he no longer dared to carry the scaled tiger, and he did not dare to imagine the scene of being surrounded by scaled tigers again.
"Do you think the Holy Son will come this time?" Jiang Qiu asked from behind.
His dark lips are obvious, which could easily make people think he is poisoned.
"I heard that only the Holy Lady was present, and the Holy Son has not returned." Zhong Hu shook his head slightly.
"Will someone make trouble with the Holy Son later?" Bai Feng looked curious.
In the Demonic Conference, all kinds of geniuses will never admit defeat to their peers.
They have never seen the Holy Son, so it is impossible for them to surrender and feel inferior.
Rumors are just rumors after all, and they have to experience it personally before they can admit it.
Zhong Hu touched the corner of his mouth, thought for a moment and said:
"Probably, they have more to consider. The Holy Son will never come back, and they have no way of knowing his true strength. If the Holy Son asks for a fight in the Demonic Conference, if the Holy Son refuses to fight, both his reputation and strength will be strongly questioned."
"Then the Holy Son is so strong, why doesn't he fight?" Bai Jin looked confused.
Zhong Hu said several times that he had seen the Holy Son with his own eyes. The Holy Son was so powerful that it was difficult to describe and could not be looked at directly.
Can
Why didn't such a powerful person come to the Demonic Assembly and directly suppress the demonic cultivators of the same age?
How would I know? Zhong Hu sighed inwardly.
This kind of question was also swirling in his mind, but he could never find a reason.
But there is no doubt that the Holy Son is strong, at least he knows it.
"Hey, the people from the Twelve Pure Halls were the first to come." Zhou Ningyue brought Qiu Qian to Zhong Hu and others.
At this time Qiu Qian was wearing black clothes and a veil.
"I've seen a saint, a goddess." The four members of the Twelve Pure Hall said politely.
"The goddess will come here too?" Bai Jin's soft voice came out.
"Wait until you are a seventh-grade fighter, and then come and challenge me." Qiu Qian said expressionlessly.
Bai Jin was stunned, but quickly regained his composure and said with a smile:
"The goddess is indeed a goddess."
Zhou Ningyue looked at Zhong Hu and bumped his fists, and said with some anticipation:
"I see that you have become a lot stronger. Should we have a fight first?"
"I don't dare." Zhong Hu lowered his head and said in fear:
"Not to mention that Zhong is definitely no match for the saint. Even if he is lucky enough to be able to fight against the saint because of his elders, he would not dare to be presumptuous."
The Demon Saint is different from the Demon Saint. Someone once challenged the Saint's authority, and then led to the emergence of a demon giant who had disappeared for many years.
That day, the sect faced the terror of the demonic giant, and the terror lasted for several years.
For several years, the entire sect was in panic.
A few years later, the sect leader and his entire sect went to plead guilty, and the matter came to an end.
In the realm of demons, those who challenge the authority of the Holy Son are acquiesced by the strong, but the authority of the Holy Lady is indestructible and cannot be offended.
Fortunately, the influence of the saint is not as great as that of the saint.
Of course, the Saint should not be underestimated. She is very powerful at such a young age, especially now.
"Has the saint left the lower third level?" Zhong Hu asked after hesitation.
Bai Jin and others were surprised, the saint had a breakthrough?
Under thirty?
Zhou Ningyue smiled and said nothing, making no comment.
"Isn't the Holy Son here?" Zhong Hu didn't pay attention to the Holy Lady's silence.
"Well, I'm not here. You have seen his strength before." Zhou Ningyue said casually.
At this time, many people were coming from a distance with swords.
"It seems they are coming." Qiu Qian said.
"Then let's start early. The prizes will be released in the afternoon." Zhou Ningyue touched the little bear bag and said.
Everything is with her
Zhou Xu wields his sword on the water.
Immortals are not wise in pointing the way, they only know how to run wildly, no matter whether the road ahead is suitable or not, they just point randomly.
The wooden sword exudes a halo and can be stepped on. If it is not so stable, it will take a while to adjust.
"At this speed, we can only reach Mingri Mountain in the afternoon." Zhou Xu blocked the sun and looked into the distance.
His sword handling speed is too slow and his proficiency is not enough.
The demon seed is still in a split state and is not stable enough.
Currently, his thousand-year-old skill is close to perfection, his demon species has recovered to 90%, and his body is in a state of hunger.
I was in such a hurry that I forgot to eat something.
"Look where there is a town and find something to eat." Zhou Xu made up his mind and tried to speed up.
noon.
He came across a city where everyone came and went wearing black armor and their faces were difficult to see.
It was very similar to the armor of the monster that he saw in the Land of Opportunity.
Are these a bunch of wild monsters?
Probably not, Zhou Xu rejected the idea in his mind.
Finally dropped into the city.
As soon as he entered, all these people stared at him, seeming a little surprised.
Week sequence: ""
Such a big impact?
Bite the bullet, he went to the snack shop and ordered two pieces of dry food similar to sesame seeds.
"Two, two yuan," the stall owner said.
After being given two spiritual stones, he left immediately because he couldn't stand the eyes of these people.
Looking at the two spirit stones left by Zhou Xu, the stall owner was a little surprised. The two pieces he mentioned were Mosha's magic spirit coins, not two spirit stones.
One hundred magic spirit coins are equivalent to half a spirit stone.
"Who is this person? How dare you ignore the treaty and walk into our city?"
Everyone began to discuss, this person is extremely strange and acts as he pleases. Is he a senior in the devil's path?
"Looking at him, he looks extremely young. He shouldn't be a senior."
"Who is that? Dare to ignore the treaty and not be afraid of evil spirits entering the body."
"I have never heard of such a person among the younger generation in the Demonic Cultivator Realm."
"Send this news to other places in case someone knows."
"Someone draw a portrait."
"I drew it and will send it to you now. Ask the demon cultivators you know to confirm their identity."
"Yes, if you dare to come again next time, you can't let him leave so easily."
The city of Demon Evil is boiling. There are young people in the world of cultivation who dare to enter their city. This is a provocation and an insult.
They hid in the mountains and forests in order not to be affected, yet they still come.
Find him and come to provoke him
Forehead?
It tastes very good.
Zhou Xu bit into the sesame biscuits and it was surprisingly good. He had eaten normal sesame biscuits, but the taste was just average.
My dad's cooking is delicious, and although this one is different from my dad's, it is very unique and tastes great.
"There are quite a few good cooks in the Demonic Cultivation Realm, and the giants of the Demonic Cultivation Realm are chefs."
In the future, the devil's holy son may also be a cook, inheriting his father's legacy.
"I remember the location. When I come back, I will come again."
call!
Zhou Xu quickened his pace and headed towards Tomorrow Mountain.
In another two hours, you can reach your destination.
Although the Immortal Guide is mentally retarded, he will indeed find the shortest route for him.
The wind was howling, Zhou Xu was running very fast in the mountains, and he could see Sister Qiu in the afternoon.