Alang walked slowly and leisurely in the Netherworld Forest. He had previously claimed that the owner of the Netherworld Forest was somewhat emboldening him. At this moment, his grandfather was standing behind him. Regardless of whether he was a clone or not, Alang was proud of himself and spoke slowly. My own adventure-like experience, looking around here and there, eager to be discovered by other creatures, completely acting like a fox pretending to be a tiger.
"Little bastard, stop looking blindly. There are a few little monsters who know that I'm back, but based on their cultivation, they can't tell the identity of my clone for the time being. Go back to the cabin first, Lang'er. The less experience you have, the less living creatures know. The better." The Cangyuan Mountain clone had already gotten the information it wanted from A Lang's mouth, and after telling A Lang, he grabbed Yuan Honglie on his shoulder with one hand, and clamped the unprepared A Lang with the other hand and moved instantly.
With a hiss, Alang found himself in a trance and found himself back in front of the gate of the wooden house. "Wow, it's so cool. Grandpa, can you teach this trick to Lang'er?"
"Lang'er, what grandpa used just now was the fourth level teleportation of Netherworld Ghost Shadow. If I remember correctly, you have already mastered Netherworld Ghost Shadow and practiced it to the third level of Nine Shadows Unification."
"Yes, grandpa, when Lang'er was practicing Nine Shadows Returning to One, he discovered that Nine Shadows Returning to One can also isolate the outside world's spiritual power. This movement technique is really wonderful, especially suitable for fighting. Lang'er used it to deal with this broken tree demon before! "Alang said while pointing at the shivering thousand-year-old tree demon at the entrance of the courtyard dam.
"Isolating spiritual power? Is it an afterimage and a phantom wall? Impossible... Lang'er, when did this little tree appear?" Cangyuan Mountain's clone whispered, turning its gaze to the trembling thousand-year-old tree demon.
"Grandpa, are you talking about it? Lang'er doesn't know. Lang'er encountered it not long after he was thrown back to the Nether Forest by that old bastard, the ghost king of all realms. "Ouch! When did these two idiots come back? "A Lang glanced at the thousand-year-old tree demon, and accidentally discovered that two extremely familiar figures appeared in the courtyard. They were not outsiders, but his two demon guards - the little white pig and the dragon-headed little centipede. Seeing the little white pig At the moment with the dragon-headed little centipede, Alang wanted to step forward and scold him as usual, but the expressions and movements of the two demon guards were too weird, as if they had seen a ghost, and they were frightened and trembling all over. After a closer look, Alang found two The demon guard's frightened eyes were all focused on Grandpa Cangyuan Shan.
"Lang'er, these two are the demon monks you met in the secret realm of the Flying Centipede Corpse King's Palace, right?" Cangyuanshan's clone grabbed Yuan Honglie on his shoulder and threw it gently. With a bang, Yuan Honglie, who did not know whether he was alive or dead, was thrown by the Cangyuan Mountain clone to the trembling little white pig.
"Lang'er, come into the house with me. Let them guard this place." The Cangyuan Mountain clone ignored the shivering little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede, patted A Lang's head lightly and walked straight to the door of the wooden house. , Alang picked his nose and came to the little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede. His eyes swept back and forth on the two demon guards several times. He wanted to make some inquiries, but thought of his grandfather's words and finally suppressed his attack, and then stopped delaying. , followed by Cangyuanshan's clone stepped into the wooden house.
As Alang stepped into the wooden house, the entire wooden house was instantly enveloped by a breathtaking isolation barrier.
"Chu...Chulong...Brother Chulong...just...just now...was it the little King of Hell?" Little White Pig asked tremblingly as he stared at the door of the wooden house and trembled.
"It's the little King of Hell, my God, is that person the old King of Hell? Such strong spiritual suppression, I have never experienced it in the demon realm. What kind of spiritual realm is he? Even the god-level demon monks like Yuan Honglie have been punished. Like this..." The dragon-headed centipede tried hard to control its body shape, frowning and looking at Yuan Honglie, the god-shaking ape on the ground who didn't know whether to live or die.
"No wonder the little King of Hell is so rampant, it turns out there is such a terrifying old monster standing behind him!" The little white pig felt the spiritual pressure on his body gradually disappearing, trying to stabilize his body, and then responded to the dragon-headed centipede with a sigh.
"It's possible, but not necessarily. Maybe the little King of Hell is not a good person by nature, but having said that, with such a strong backing, it's normal to be a little arrogant. The old King of Hell... is strange, why do I feel like I have seen him somewhere? Where? Where is it?" The dragon-headed little centipede knitted his brows and tried hard to remember.
