Zhongzhou Continent has been the center of human destiny since ancient times.
Beizhou is a yellow sand wasteland away from Zhongzhou. It has strange geomantic omens and dense primitive jungles. It is good at raising strange creatures and there are many monsters.
Unlike the Gu country demon sect in Xizhou, it is home to many demons.
Monsters are divided into three categories: monsters, ghosts, and monsters.
Eight hundred years ago, there was a battle between immortals and demons. Countless monks died here. It can be said that corpses were everywhere. A hundred years later, Beizhou has become the old place of monsters. The place occupied by the Northern Wolf Empire is just Beizhou. a small part of.
Monsters are similar to ghosts. Some of them are formed after death, while others are formed naturally and are born from the unknown underworld.
The people of the Northern Wolf have always been invaded by monsters. Every few years, monsters will break out.
This is why the Northern Wolf Empire has been eyeing it with intent to move south.
Zhongzhou has the protection of the Immortal Sect, but Beizhou has none, and the strength of the monks is much inferior to that of the Zhongzhou sect.
Within Beizhou, half is a towering and solid city wall, and the other half is a dark primitive jungle. It is sparsely populated and looks very dangerous. Only monks are qualified to enter and explore.
A large clear yellow river flows at the junction of the two. At the end of the river, the flow is slow and stretches as far as the eye can see, just like the shore of a lake.
This river is called "Yellow Spring".
Rumor has it that the underworld gushes out from the eighteenth level of hell and turns into a river, giving birth to many monsters, making the number of monsters here more and more.
At this moment, the river was bubbling with gurgling sounds, and a pale hand stretched out from the river.
Then there was a "crash" from the whole body, and the figure escaped directly.
A man is standing naked in the air without any clothes.
Soon a demonic wind blew up, stirring the leaves in the surrounding jungle. The purple demonic energy gathered into a dark purple robe and covered him.
The man was tall and tall, looked extremely young, handsome and free-spirited, and had a strong aura about him, but his eyes were inexplicably deep and aged, with a maturity that was not befitting his age.
The young man landed slowly, with an angry expression on his face, and said in a deep voice:
"Damn Wuji Immortal Sect, just wait for me. Sooner or later, I will cut off your inheritance. Headmaster Wuji, no matter how high your cultivation level is, it doesn't matter. My time has come, so why not you? I want to see Let’s see who will die first, or I, Chu Youming, will die first.”
The identity of the young man is none other than the old Nether Demon whose body was killed by Master Wuji with one palm.
Although his physical body died, his Yuan Ying and soul were still intact. The phaseless magic technique allowed him to have multiple substitutes. If all his substitutes were not found, he would not be able to die.
Since being suppressed by Master Wuji, his substitute has awakened.
It just takes a lot of time to adapt to the new body, and this is also the period when the strength is at its weakest.
He stayed here until his cultivation was restored.
No one in the world would have imagined that the Netherworld Old Demon would actually place his avatar in the most dangerous place of Beizhou Huangquan.
This is also one of his major hiding places.
Back then, he lost the beloved disciple of an ancestor of the Immortal Sect. It was here that he escaped the pursuit of the five ancestors all over the world.
"This body is still a spiritual root. I forgot that it was snatched hundreds of years ago. The body has been eaten away by corpse-eating insects."
The Nether Demon took one look at the gnawing marks on his arm, shook his head, and stopped worrying.
"Forget it, just make do with it. I'll change it to another one when the time comes. Little Dayan, I'm going to decide your body!"
Zhao Huai's face appeared in his mind, and he said bitterly.
He has been sneaking for thousands of years and rarely falls over. Zhao Huai is one of the few people who has failed him.
The other party actually has a substitute!
My own negligence allowed him to run away. What a shame!
The old devil Netherworld became more and more angry as he thought about it.
At this time, there was movement in the jungle.
Groups of eyes glowing green, swaying slightly in the darkness.
Soon, a pale skull poked out, with a bony body and arms covered with bone spurs.
This is actually a moving skeleton!
However, there is not just one skeleton like this, but hundreds of them.
A large amount of green fire swayed in the forest.
"It's these bastards again." Old Demon Netherworld snorted, as if he was used to it and didn't take these skeletons seriously.
With a wave of his hand, the demonic wind swept away.
Hundreds of skeletons were instantly shattered, and their bones were scattered all over the ground.
But it wasn't over yet, a pair of jumping red eyes appeared, the aura was much stronger, bathed in darkness, and the figure was tall, reaching ten meters.
At the same time, a large amount of evil energy gathered from all directions.
"Ding ding!"
The crisp sound of bells rang in the dark forest.
"Here we go again, these ghosts and monsters really don't get tired of it."
The Nether Demon curled his lips and said.
Skeleton giants, suspended ghost sedans, and flashing black shadows appeared one after another.
"Ghost King?"
The moment he saw the ghost sedan, even the old devil Netherworld had to look serious.
Ghosts are divided into six categories: little ghosts, red-clothed ghosts, green-faced ghosts, purple-bodied ghosts, and black-eyed ghost kings.
Corresponding to the six realms of monks.
This ghost king can correspond to the realm of god transformation.
If the strength has not been damaged, the Nether Demon is not afraid, and he can suppress it at will.
However, after seizing the body, his cultivation level only recovered half of its original value.
You can fight, but it's not necessary.
"Forget it, it's time to leave here."
The old demon of the netherworld no longer lingered, turned into a purple demonic smoke, and fled directly.
The ghost sedan and skeleton giant below had no intention of chasing, but walked straight towards the depths of the underworld.
The old devil of the netherworld glanced at the monsters and monsters in the forest from the sky, and asked doubtfully: "These ghosts gather for a period of time every once in a while. Why is this?"
Although he is a demon cultivator, he has nothing to do with demons, doesn't understand them, and has absolutely nothing to do with them.
If he kills his people, the demons will not care about him, and if the demons eat people, he will not care either.
But soon he shook his head.
What the devil does is none of his business.
His body flew quickly across the sky and arrived at the border of the Northern Wolf Empire.
A mountain peak appeared in front of me, and there were people on it, including many women.
It should be a sect.
But if it can be opened in a place like this, it should not be a serious sect, but a demonic sect.
But the old devil Netherworld didn't care, his pale and handsome face suddenly smiled evilly.
He adjusted his expression and tried his best to look more like a tree in the wind.
On the ground, several beautiful women were flying in the mountains. When they saw the old demon of the underworld, they all showed surprised expressions.
But there was no running away.
"Hello girls."
The Netherworld Old Demon smiled and said hello.
"Presumptuous! This is the territory of the Heavenly Demon Palace. Anyone who steps in will be punished by death. If you don't leave quickly!"
The leading woman in purple skirt could not feel the aura of the young man in front of her, her expression changed, and she reminded him coldly.
The old devil of Netherworld raised his eyebrows and said: "Heavenly Demon Palace? Is it the head of the extremely strict Demon Sect? I travel all over the world, whether they are people from the Immortal Sect or the Demon Sect, as long as I want to kill anyone, I will kill them without fail. , not to mention, this is just a branch of the Demon Palace?"
He had just come out of seclusion and needed a lot of supplements to regain his strength.
Spiritual objects from heaven and earth are hard to find, but women are everywhere, so they are a good choice.
After saying that, he immediately planned to take action.
At this moment, a faint voice sounded: "Chu Youming, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still like this, so vulgar and shameless."
There was a very discordant sound, and the face of the Nether Demon became gloomy. His consciousness spread out and he discovered that there was a secret palace shrouded in fog on the spiritual peak, and in front of the door was a blood pool.
"Muzan Muzan, since you are on duty here, I will let them go for now."
The appearance of a bloody monster suddenly appeared in the mind of the Netherworld Old Demon. He smiled playfully, turned around and ran away.
He might have been able to fight before, but now, forget it.
"We meet old friends, why don't you sit down for a while?"
The voice in the secret palace said indifferently.
"Just sit there, you know nothing about blood-sucking guys."
The old Nether Demon turned into a stream of light and was about to leave.
However, a bloody head flew out from the secret palace and shot over with a sharp whistling sound.
The bloody head drew hundreds of red threads, overwhelmingly pressing towards the Netherworld Old Demon.
"Great, the Lord of the Tenth Palace has taken action."
The woman in purple skirt watching the battle from the air said in surprise.
You know, there are thirty-six palaces in Tianmo Palace, but not every palace has a palace owner in charge. As long as a palace has a palace owner in charge, it is absolutely unshakable, because every palace owner is a powerful person in the world. Cultivation is bottomless.
The Nether Demon looked at the red thread behind him and was about to trap him.
With his eyes focused, he picked up the object from the void, and a purple gourd appeared in his hand.
When he opened the bottle, a cloud of strange purple mist poured out.
The purple mist turned into a big hand, grabbing the silk threads all over the sky, trying to break free.
"call out!"
At this time, the bloody head like a meteor rushed over and hit the body of the Nether Demon.
"puff!"
Make him spit out a mouthful of blood.
The old demon in the nether world became weak, gritted his teeth and said: "Xue Tu, what on earth do you want to do!"
In the secret mansion, a figure shrouded in blood mist escaped to the Netherworld Old Demon and said coldly:
"The master wants to see you."
"Owner?"
The Nether Demon was stunned for a moment.
The master of Tianmo Palace, that is
Demon Lord?
The devil wants to see him?
"run!"
This was the first reaction of the Nether Demon.
What happened to the Demon Lord was definitely not a good thing.
The body turned into a cloud of purple smoke and was about to dissipate.
The figure in the blood mist moved his fingers, and the purple smoke immediately gathered again.
"You can't leave. Today's game is specially designed for you."
The blood mist figure said coldly, then crushed the teleportation talisman.
There was a sudden spin.
The Netherworld Old Demon came to a dark space.
The sky here is blood red, a red moon hangs high, and a large number of palaces are arranged among the mountains.
People can't help but be surprised that there is such a place in this world.
The Nether Demon’s eyelids couldn’t help but twitch.
It is said that no one knows where the headquarters of Tianmo Palace is.
Now he is here.
The figure in the blood mist grabbed the Netherworld Old Demon and came to a black-tiled hall.
When you first enter, you will see two rows of statues on the left and right.
They are tall and towering, tens of meters high, with different shapes and postures.
Statue of Sirius roaring, statue of man playing the piano and covering his ears, statue of man-eating demon
Finally, we came to an open magic mountain, with complicated formations all over the mountain.
"Master, we have been brought here."
The blood mist figure came to the door of the magic mountain and bowed.
"Wow!"
The Nether Demon heard the sound of chains being pulled.
An extremely hoarse and deep voice sounded:
"Where are the descendants of Yanzu?"
Very direct, without any politeness or verbosity, getting straight to the point.
The Nether Demon looked at the blood mist next to him, with questions in his eyes, as if he had many questions.
"Reply quickly."
The blood mist figure had no intention of explaining and said coldly.
"I don't know either."
The old demon of the underworld muttered and said reluctantly.
He was really unlucky. He didn't look at the almanac when he went out, and everything went wrong.
He was always the one who forced others to ask questions. How could he be coerced?
"Oh? If you don't know, just feed him to the devil dragon."
The voice in the magic mountain said coldly.
"yes!"
The figure in the blood mist raised the body of the Nether Demon and walked out.
The Old Demon of Netherworld was startled, with cold sweat on his back, and he said quickly:
"I was also fooled by that kid. I don't know what methods he used to hide his luck. Give me time. Give me time and I will find it!"
"The way I am now is all because of him. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be hurt like this by the ancestor of Wuji Immortal Sect."
"You don't have much time. Keep an eye on Xuetu and make sure you find the ancestral artifact."
The voice in the magic mountain was very cold, and there was no sound after he finished speaking, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep again.
After receiving the order, the figure in the blood mist turned to the old demon Netherworld and said: "This descendant of Great Yan is different from those in the past dynasties. He has the awakened bloodline of Ancestor Yan in his body, so the ancestral weapons of Ancestor Yan can be used in his hands." It’s not a small role, and the Heavenly Demon Palace will help you, but I hope you won’t mess up the matter by looking for the wrong person.”
"clear."
When the Nether Demon heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that he was looking for help. In such a posture, he thought that his life was in danger.
In the final analysis, it was the people from the Heavenly Demon Palace who were eyeing the ancestral artifact.
If they get involved, it won't prevent them from getting the ancestral artifact.
This deal is not a loss either.
But what made him curious was.
What kind of cultivation is the Demon Lord, and why is he always sleeping?
Is it possible that the Demon Lord is sealed here?
In other words, is there any grudge between Yanzu and the Demon Lord?
After much thought, he came to no conclusion and had no choice but to give up.
Hundreds of years of grudges cannot be sorted out, cannot be sorted out
Time flies, one year later.
The Great Yan in the south formed a confrontation with the Great Xia and Beilang in the north. There was no national war, only small quarrels.
Throughout the year, the three maintained a delicate balance.
The empress of Great Xia was wise and powerful. She restored production in the north in just half a year, gradually regained the lost land, and restored peace and prosperity.
It's just that the ten northern states cannot be retrieved for the time being, and they face the risk of the Northern Wolf heading south at any time.
There were eight months at the same time.
The empress announced that she would no longer attend court in the morning.
All major matters can be decided by one person and sent to the palace.
This left many ministers confused and confused as to why.
Great Yan in the south has been sharpening its knives internally in order to recover.
What is noteworthy is that the disciples of the Immortal Sect appear more frequently in the secular world, but their traces are heading towards Beizhou. Most of the monks have no idea what is happening.
The peaceful time in Zhongzhou has caused many demons to hide and never appear again.
The Raven Sect has made a resurgence, appearing in both the north and the south at the same time, with great momentum.
The strange thing is that there is no news at all about the Prince of Dayan who was born a year ago to lead the restoration of Dayan and shoulder the destiny of the country.
There are still many monks paying attention to this matter. The name of Prince Dayan is not only spread among the secular world, but also famous among the immortal sects.
The monks found out from the grapevine that this Prince Dayan was different from the previous ones.
He is a person with the true bloodline of Yanzu, and has a demonic talent, which is comparable to that of the immortal sect.
However, there has been no news about the world-famous Prince Dayan during this year.
He acted very low-key and had no idea what he was doing.
Nanyu Mansion.
Yantang Manor.
The manor's house is quite large, with rockeries and waterfalls in the distance, tall bamboos, gurgling streams and clear chirping of birds.
Every flower, every grass, every brick and every stone here is unique.
In the house, there are famous paintings on the four walls, which are elegant and uninhibited. The ground is polished with black stone, and the light can shine on people.
A precious mirror is suspended in the air.
Suddenly, light flashed.
A man in white robe appeared in the house with a smile on his face.
"Finally out of seclusion."
Zhao Huai stretched out his muscles and bones and made a "crackling" sound.
This year, he spent most of his time practicing.
Refining elixirs, practicing, and resting.
The cycle goes back and forth.
All affairs in Dayan are left to the people below.
As a result, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds.
We have arrived at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.
The number of tempering revolutions has also reached the seventh time.
Condensation pill seven times.
The meridians, bones, and internal organs turned into gold.
The shadow of a golden elixir has already appeared in the air sea.
Now as long as he wants, he can break through to the golden elixir realm at any time.
On the surface, he has been practicing for a year, but in fact it takes about one more year.
If it weren't for the limited spiritual stones, he could stay in the small world and practice every day.
You can only practice for a fixed number of hours every day.
Now in the foundation building realm, he is an invincible existence.
There is no one who can match the low-grade Golden Core cultivator.
Except that he has not condensed the real golden elixir, there is basically no difference between him and a golden elixir monk.
It's just that he spent three months and has been stuck at the seventh level, and can no longer improve.
It seems that it has reached its end.
Turn eight is right in front of you.
As long as he reaches the eighth turn, he can become a myth in today's world of immortality.
As far as he knew, there was currently no eighth-turn golden elixir in the world of immortality.
He wants to be the first.
"Your Highness, you are finally out of seclusion."
A gentle voice sounded.
Zhao Huai looked up and found that it was Song Zhishu.
After not seeing Song Zhishu for a year, his beard has grown a lot and he looks much more mature.
It seems that he can now stand alone.
"Your Highness, in the past six months, we finally have clues about the woman you have been asking us to find."
Song Zhishu cupped his hands and said.
"Any news about Madam?"
Hearing this, Zhao Huai's eyes lit up and he breathed quickly.
ps: Push forward the progress and officially enter the mid-term.
