Xue Tong was thoughtful, "The corpse demon seems to have recognized himself."
As long as the news of his bloodline is released, trouble will continue. Xue Tong will wait for two months to find out the truth.
He reluctantly calmed down and took the demon clan's elixir to refine his energy and condense the evil spirits.
The elixir of demons, demons and ghosts has its own demonic evil spirit. After refining the energy, the evil spirit is condensed into a gang, which promotes physical fitness and strengthens the protective layer of the gang demon.
…
Six thousand miles away, Ningyang City.
The street in front of the Demon Mansion is deserted and the sentries are heavily guarded.
Outside the warning area, a human monk came tremblingly.
The kobold raised his spear and shouted.
The human cultivator trembled and held up a letter and said, "One day, a martial artist asked me to deliver the letter. Sir, please read it."
In the early days of the kobold demon master, he had some knowledge of the human language and could see that the letter was sealed with a heaven-level restriction.
He grabbed the letter and waved his hand impatiently, signaling the repairman to get out.
The letters were gradually reported and handed over to the high-level demon cultivator of the government office, and the restrictions were opened.
The main idea of the letter: Ningyang Cemetery was invaded by the human race. The leader's name was Xue Tong. He was a great celestial being with true spirit blood. He was an ascended monk more than a hundred years ago and killed the Black-horned Demon King.
Han Xunrong's letter stirred up a thousand waves, and the letter was immediately sent to the case of the Lord of Ningyang City, the Red Tiger Demon Saint.
Han Xirong didn't care if the matter got bigger. The bigger the matter got, the more Xue Tong would be unable to escape and the less trouble he would find.
"How many people know about this?" asked the Red Tiger Demon Saint.
"Only the next person" said the Spotted Wolf Demon King.
"Very good, keep it a secret until I report it to the Holy King Baboon Dun!"
The red tiger demon resealed the letter and cleared the Martial Saint's ban.
…
Two months later, Xue Tong returned to Ningyang Cemetery.
The outer patrol team was similar to the previous one, with no obvious changes.
He carefully entered the central area and approached the demon camp.
He once stayed in the camp, and when he left, he arranged more than ten dark rings within a few hundred miles.
Xue Tong first went to a place he thought was extremely remote and found that the hidden warning had been destroyed.
The warning talisman is made up of hundreds of thin threads, buried an inch in the ground, and extends outward for ten feet. Whenever a human or animal passes by, the threads will be broken, causing the talisman paper to turn black.
"The destruction of the remote security guard means that the demon tribe has thoroughly investigated the Ningyang Cemetery!"
"If another place is destroyed in the same way, Xue will leave this place!"
Xue Tong changed the location and observed from a distance whether there was any abnormality.
The monks were on the alert, focusing on visual inspection, observing whether there were abnormal subtle vortices on the ground and in the air.
"Oh, it seems that no one has touched the warning signs here." Xue Tong judged that the original arrangement was still there.
He took three steps and then two, and the grass lifted up.
"boom!"
Shockingly, there is another piece of cyan talisman paper!
The talisman emitted black smoke.
Xue Tong lowered his head and rolled, rolling ten feet away in an instant. The smoke only touched his Gang Demon protective layer and did not cause any damage.
Xue Tong knew that it was not that simple.
The master quietly removed the secret ring he had arranged and replaced it with a talisman. The technique is superb and the cultivation level is far superior!
Black smoke billowed and condensed into one thing.
The blood-eyed ghost baboon is ten feet tall and has a powerful martial spirit.
Xue Tong raised his hands and shot backwards in the air.
The ghost baboon's shadow flickered, and its sharp hooked fleshy palms clawed at Xue Tong's face.
Xue Tong was shocked and angry, and punched with ten percent power.
The ghost baboon couldn't hold back its claws and opened its mouth to spit out a stream of green ghost fire.
The force of the fist struck the shadow of his palm, and the Chenxing Sword flew out from Xue Tong's sleeve, slashing the will-o'-the-wisp.
The fists and palms struck each other, but the ghost fire was split in half. Chen Xing's sword edge almost cut open the ghost baboon's mouth.
The ghost baboon screamed strangely and scratched wildly with its long arms.
Two blurry shadows struck out with lightning, and the ghost baboon completely ignored the open door in the middle.
Summoning evil spirits to attack has always been like this, only attacking but not defending, which is especially tough.
Xue Tongchen protected his body with the Star Sword and dodged another shot backwards.
"call"
The ghost baboon's sharp claws passed in front of him.
Xue Tong finally had some free time and put on the fourth-grade Barbarian God gloves.
The shadow of Tianbei's fist stood like flying snowflakes, and the attack speed of the heavy punch was not inferior to the sharp scratching of the ghost baboon.
Xue Tong did not use his real body and fought with his own strength.
The heavy punch from his fourth-level magic weapon formed a small mountain-like fist shadow the moment he punched. He was not weak in front of the ghost baboon's giant palm, and the punch hit each other without losing any force.
Ten rounds passed in the blink of an eye.
In the gap between Xue Tong's punches, he flicked his wrist, and the fourteen second-grade swords flew together, circling above his head.
The blood river patrol dragon formation is completed!
"Wow~"
The time for the summoning of evil spirits has come, and the blood-eyed ghost baboon howls miserably, spits out spiritual cores, and explodes together with its body!
Xue Tong pointed his finger at the Formation Technique, and the blood cloud in mid-air suddenly turned into a giant dragon with shining scales, roaring and flying.
Rumbles and landslides!
Dust and smoke rose in front of Xue Tong's eyes, and blood mist billowed.
Xue Tong resisted the ghost baboon's last blow and barely stood still.
He chanted the Sword Sheathing Technique and summoned the vulture to fly up.
He was not sure who placed the evil spirit talisman, but he only remembered that during the Ningyang War, there was a late-stage Martial Saint evil demon named Baboon Saint King who joined forces with the Golden Eel Saint King to break through the Hot Wheels formation of Hou Qingdan and others.
"Having alerted the baboon, the Chongguang corpse demon must have exposed the secret of my bloodline. The baboon may be in Ningyang Cemetery, ambushing near a certain dark ring arranged by Xue!"
"The sound of the explosion can be heard for hundreds of miles, and the baboon will arrive immediately!"
Xue Tong was covered in cold sweat and flew three thousand feet high on a vulture. At such a high altitude, he felt that he had escaped the cold and fierce gaze of the demon baboon.
Halfway through the tea time, there was a dark wind in the valley, and a tall baboon-faced man appeared, looking around with a gloomy face.
The smoke from the explosion had not yet cleared, and the turbulence left behind by Xue Tong's escape had long been destroyed. Baboon looked for a long time without any clues, and left with a frown on his face.
Xue Tong flew back to the bank of Yanhe River.
"Xue's true identity has been widely circulated in Chongguang Wanyu and even Yunxi Xinyuan. However, at that time, Xue had few opponents and there was no method to refine Yuan blood in the human world, so this secret is not particularly important."
"Now that he has arrived in the spirit world, he is as high-ranking as the clouds and he knows the art of refining. Xue is in big trouble!"
"You can no longer go to Ningyang Cemetery, and the same goes for Hedu. You need to stay away from the demon clan's territory, and you can't even stay in Xiluzhou."
"The corpse demon can't forgive its hatred even if it is cut into pieces with thousands of swords. What a pity that Xue doesn't know its origin!" Xue Tong thought to himself.
The situation has taken a turn for the worse!
The Sogo Corpse Demon completely disrupted his overall plan.
…
"Ah, you're back now?"
In Wusheng Palace, Hou Qingdan said in surprise.
"Xue went to Donglu, which attracted the attention of Baboon." Xue Tong talked about the experience of quenching the weapon, but omitted the section about the real bloodline, talking about the corpse demon who was ascended and recognized its origin.
"I killed the Black-Horned Demon King and my identity was exposed. Baboon Dun is too strong to stay in Luzhou. As long as Xue is not here, the Xiashan Sect will have no major problems." Xue Tong said.
Hou Qingdan pondered, "...So you really want to travel far away, and you and I don't know when we will see each other again?"
"Baboon won't blatantly go to Xulu to look for people, but he will definitely hire humans to find out Xue's whereabouts. We really can't stay in Xiashan for long." Xue Tong sighed.
"Then why are you coming back?"
"Xue's idea is to tell Qingdan that he must be on guard. How can he not say hello to such a big event."
Xue Tong stayed here for half a month. Both he and Hou Qingdan knew that after saying goodbye today and not knowing when they would see each other again, they finally gave up their worries and pierced the last layer of window paper, thus achieving a good relationship between man and woman!
…
"How many years will it take for my husband to come back?"
"You need to be unafraid of baboons and golden eels."
"Is five hundred years enough?"
"That's about it. Be careful and don't conflict with others by expanding your territory."
"In the Cambrian Seven Thousand Mountains, our sect's territory only accounts for 10%, so my husband can actually live in seclusion somewhere in the mountains." Hou Qingdan suggested.
"Xue consumes a lot of resources and cannot live in seclusion for long. It is unrealistic for the sect to provide all the resources. It is better to travel and look for opportunities to meet his needs." Xue Tong said.
"How about taking some people with you to open up new territories? Hou will have a way out."
"The road ahead is unknown. Xue needs to protect himself first. It will be inconvenient to bring others with him at a loss."
"Take these spiritual stone pills with you." Seeing that there was no hope of retaining them, Hou Qingdan took out the prepared storage bracelet and said.
The spiritual stone elixir contained in it is worth 600 million, which is approximately the resources that Xue Tong, the deputy sect master of Xiashan, enjoyed in his 30th year.
"Okay, Xue will use the pseudonyms of Yang Shijie and Luo Sheng in the future, and keep the tokens."
Xue Tong gave him a storage bracelet. In addition to the name cards of Yang Shijie and Luo Sheng, there were also several pieces of jade, all of which were engraved with marks.
Xue Tong left quietly without saying goodbye to others.
…
Ten days later, southwest of Luzhou.
Further south is the vast foggy area.
Xue Tong looked through the maps hidden by Xiao Qianfeng. There were very few areas outside Luzhou. The most detailed volume marked several cities in Muzhou in the south.
"Let's go to Muzhou, two hundred thousand miles away from the demon clan!"
Xue Tong entered the foggy area and his vision was blurred.
The spiritual world is vast, and the two continents of Lu and Mu are only a drop in the ocean. It is said that continents are mostly separated by fog or sea, and there are very few monks who travel across continents. The level of heaven and human is usually regarded as the minimum threshold.
The fog area is about 20,000 miles wide, and is mostly wetland and swamp. The situation is terrible, and water and earth monsters are dormant.
Xue Tong didn't dare to entrust his troops and marched slowly.
After a month of killing more than ten monsters, my vision finally became clearer, and it was possible to get out of the fog area.
Crocodiles roared and shouted in the distance, as if many people were hunting and besieging.
Xue Tong took a detour and didn't care about other things.
…
Eight thousand miles of wilderness behind him.
The southernmost town on Xiao Qianfeng's map is Baoqin City.
Xue Tong stayed in the city for several days and found a spiritual object shop to sell talismans on consignment.
He calls himself Yang Shijie, a southerner.
The price of the talisman was quite low, and the shop owner almost immediately agreed to sell it on consignment, showing great interest.
"Yang Tianren comes from the south, but are you tired of the years of war there?" the shopkeeper asked proactively because he was talkative.
"Yes, come out to relax and seek some peace and quiet. What do fellow Taoists think of the war in the south?" Xue Tong said in a clichéd tone.
"It's really annoying that those big sects have been fighting and killing each other for hundreds of years because of old grudges."
"How long does it take to sell the talisman?" Xue Tong asked.
"The business of small shops is average, and it only lasts for one or two months."
"Fortunately, Yang will only stay here for two months in peace and quiet."
Xue Tong went to the shop every once in a while to sit and hang out with the shop owner, asking around and getting a lot of news.
His cultivation in the "Middle Stage of Heaven and Human" is already top-notch in the remote small town of Muzhou. In order to promote business, the shop owner will inevitably brag behind his back. In addition, the quality of the talismans is top-notch, and there are fifty master-level "Holy Light Magic Shield Talisman". , sold out in half a month.
Seeing the profit, the shop owner asked Xue Tong that day, "Senior Yang, can you draw some more talismans?"
"Haha, Yang doesn't do the talisman business. If he sells too much, it will affect the local market. It's not worth the loss to offend others." Xue Tong said with a smile.
"At least twenty more paintings. Zheng has an old customer who wants to buy the senior's talisman." The shop owner begged.
"I'm sorry, but I obey!" Xue Tong waved his hand and refused.
"Would the Taoist priest be willing to meet with him?" the shopkeeper asked again unwillingly.
"Oh, the patron asked a Taoist friend for help?"
"Well, Yuan Wang sincerely invites the Taoist priest to come."
Xue Tong pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.
He came to Muzhou just to look for opportunities. Since there won't be a grand event like the monks' conference for a while, and there are people who want to see it, why not take advantage of the situation?
