Seeing Wan Jiang appear, Zhaoming's brows were almost twisting together. He never expected that the white-haired and green-skinned monster in Da Zhong's mouth would be Wan Jiang.&{}..{}

Appearing outside the stone house, Wan Jiang glanced at the pear blossoms in the stone house, and then walked towards the stone house with big strides.

After getting closer, the breath of the Reincarnation Pen suddenly increased, one black and one white, as if two giant dragons were dancing wildly, trying to suppress Wanjiang.

Wan Jiang was calm and spread it casually. A long dark red knife appeared in his hand. The unicorn was the handle, the phoenix was the wings, and it was full of dragon scales. It exuded a terrifying aura. Not to mention facing it directly, it was just like watching it in the time mirror that I felt frightened.

"Blade of Heavenly Sin!" Sun Jiuyang, who was standing beside him, was shocked and said the name of the dark red sword.

In the past, the Dao Demon battle, the Dao Ancestor held the Daoyan Sword and surpassed the Demon Ancestor in weapons. In order not to fall behind, the Demon Ancestor designed a pit to kill the Dragon and Phoenix clans, and even the Qilin Emperor was not spared.

In conjunction with the thousands of Taoist bodies of the immortal clan, he used the life energy of the three clans to refine a god sword against the heavenly despise called Tianshou, and wanted to go against the Tao, but unfortunately he was defeated in the end.

Now this magic weapon appeared in Wan Jiang's hands. There is no doubt that Wan Jiang did not come at the right time, but came at the order of the Demon Ancestor, which further showed that the Demon Ancestor was determined to win the Pear Blossom.

As soon as the divine weapon of the Heavenly Sin appeared, the Reincarnation Pen immediately made people feel extremely serious. It was obvious that it did not dare to underestimate this magic knife.

Wan Jiang said lightly: "If you want to fight, the Demon Ancestor will not give in. In the final analysis, you will suffer losses. You can do it yourself."

The Reincarnation Pen seemed to be afraid of something, and confronted Wan Jiang for a moment, and finally took away his breath and fled into Lihua's body.

Wan Jiang raised his hand and sucked the pear blossom into his hand. He saw his body flashing again. He had disappeared from the white curtain.

After dispersing his supernatural powers, Sun Jiuyang said in confusion: "It's Wanjiang. What exactly did Luohu want to do to catch the pear blossom?"

Zhaoming was even more puzzled. He did not have a bad impression of Wan Jiang. Although he had some minor frictions at one time, the other party did not seem to care about it. Instead, he helped him once.

If we only talk about Wanjiang, we shouldn't be able to treat Lihua, but if this matter involves the Demon Ancestor, we dare not be optimistic.

Immediately said to Sun Jiuyang: "I don't know what the Demon Ancestor wants to do, so I'll ask senior to go to the Demon Realm with me to save people."

The entrance to the Demon Realm is the Demon Island. Unlike the ruthless and desireless ancestor of the Dao Ancestor, it exists only to maintain the balance of heaven and earth. The Demon Ancestor, who is not weak in strength, has his own emotions, and no one can imagine what he is planning.

Nearly a year has passed since this incident, and Zhaoming really dared not imagine what Lihua would encounter. At this moment, he didn't want to wait for a moment. No matter what dangers there are in the demon world, he had to save her.

But Sun Jiuyang shook his head without hesitation: "Sorry, I may accompany you to see other places, but the Demon World... I dare not go."

"Senior..." Zhaoming still wanted to beg.

Sun Jiuyang was extremely firm: "I can't help you with this matter. You have never met the Demon Ancestor, so you don't understand his terribleness."

"Looking at the world, there are really not many people who really fear me. Even the high priest of the Witch Clan, I just don't want to cause trouble. But I am really afraid of Luohu."

"I have seen many monks who like to kill people. Even guys like Shura and Rakshasa kings seem to be like this in my opinion. The more fierce the call he calls when he kills, the more it means that the person is weak and has a manifestation of weakness."

"Only Luohu. I really never thought there would be such a person. The calmness in his eyes when he killed someone was completely unaffected. To him, life was like dry grass. If firewood was needed, it would be chopped and burned."

"I watched the whole process in the Nine Heavens Battle. Now I am very glad that he was sealed in the Demon Realm and could not come out, so don't think that I will go to the Demon Realm to help you."

In the sword light and sword rain, a figure flashed in the void with a divine weapon in his hand. After each knife mark, the number of casualties was not just calculated in tens of thousands.

The surging demon flames swept across the world, and countless creatures were refined into a pot of soup, and then they were drunk by a handful of divine weapons against the sky called "Heavenly Sin", and they went against the road.

Sun Jiuyang had seen countless so-called big scenes in his life, but this battle was completely engraved in his mind.

He could not forget the eyes of the demon ancestor Luohu when he was bathing in the sea of ​​blood. Not only was there no touch, but there was even a calm smile, as if he was just breathing.

The so-called separation of flesh and blood, the so-called separation of life and death, and the so-called crying seem to be the most gorgeous music in his eyes.

The man, known as the ancestor of the demon, was not ruthless or blood-blooded, but just regarded life as nothing.

After patting Zhaoming on the shoulder, Sun Jiuyang shook his head: "Sorry, you can only bear this matter yourself. If Lihua is not here, I have to go back and report to my master. You... be careful."

He did not dissuade Zhaoming because he knew that dissuade was useless. The hero was sad to pass the beauty, just like his brother back then. Even though he knew how difficult those things were, he still chose to do them.

After reminding him, Sun Jiuyang soared into the air.

Looking at Sun Jiuyang's gradually disappearing back, Zhaoming felt a brief panic in his heart, but immediately became extremely firm again.

"I want to go to the Demon Realm, will you go?" The question was naturally the dark golden bell.

The big bell kept ringing: "This bell is invincible in the world, and you are not afraid of going anywhere!"

"Okay!" Zhaoming nodded and asked again: "What's your name?"

He vaguely remembered that those who knew it seemed to call it the Yellow River, but he was not sure.

"This clock is called..." The dark golden clock hesitated for a moment, then shouted in great excitement: "This clock is called Chaos, look, I can release the Chaos energy."

As he spoke, a little chaotic aura came out, as if he was fucking, which made Zhaoming feel a lot more relaxed and he smiled slightly: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he went straight to the Demon Island. He remembered that he had seen Wanjiang there, and that place should be consistent with the rumors, which was the entrance to the Demon World.

The Demon Island and Qinghuo Island are not far away. With his current strength, he has arrived in just one day.

The island is still covered by demon clouds, and the strange demonic energy hits all directions and rampages.

As soon as it landed on the island, a large number of monsters transformed by demonic energy rushed over. Once upon a time, I was no longer at the same level with the help of these monsters.

Releasing the aura of the sub-saint, six flying fire meteors guided the flames to circling around them. The approaching monster died instantly, and felt the gap between the auras. Even the impulsive and bloodthirsty monsters chose to avoid it and dared not get close.

Walking forward, heading straight in, and soon approaching the center of the Demon Island.

This is a red lava land, but the center is not a flame, but because the demonic energy is condensed too densely, creating such a feeling.

There is a vortex in the center, slowly circling, as if it is about to devour the entire world of creatures.

There is nothing else here, and intuition tells Zhaoming that the vortex of demonic energy should be the passage to the demon world.

From a distance, the vortex of demonic energy is like a huge eye staring at it, intimidating.

The Demon Island is not terrible. Because the strength of the demon beasts on the island is limited, the sword tomb chose this place as a place for Shura's cultivation. What is really terrifying is the world after the Demon Island. Over the years, no cultivator who entered has gone out, and even the Immortal King dared not try it.

At this moment, a trace of hesitation flashed through my heart, and I was soon replaced by firmness. However, how terrible the world over there was, I had no other choice.

At this moment, I can still breathe here, have a heartbeat, and think. I am not using my own life, but the gift of pear blossoms.

If you can't save her, you'll die together in the demon world.

With a twitch in his heart, Zhaoming rushed towards the demonic vortex without hesitation.

Feeling that a creature approached, the vortex of demonic energy suddenly boiled, and bursts of roar came out, as if a monster was hiding below and whistling softly, ready to choose someone and eat it.

When Zhaoming approached, there was a rumbling sound, and the demonic energy soared into the sky, rolling up the red flames that were like lava, like a volcano erupting. The circling aura was like a demon beast that opened its mouth and swallowed Zhaoming directly.

The Chaos Bell buzzed and followed in with a swish. When the demonic energy fell and calmed down slightly, Zhaoming had disappeared on the Demon Island.

It was as if I stepped into a swamp, wrapped in clusters of demonic energy, and slowly sank.

Zhaoming activated the true energy and turned into a raging flame, intending to force the demonic energy to open it, but it was impossible to do it at all. The demonic energy here contained a strange force, which actually prevented the Yin and Yang Xuan Fire from igniting.

After moving forward for a long time, I felt a powerful force bombarding the body and constantly squeezing it. It felt like someone was placed between two stone mills, and someone pushed it quickly, trying to crush it.

Such direct force is like a giant peak suppression. Not to mention other cultivators, even the sub-saint realm is unbearable. Even if you practice the furnace body refining **, Zhaoming felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment. No wonder the cultivation world says that only the immortal king can try to enter here.

This is not just the difference between the heaven and the prehistoric continent, but more like a connection channel between two worlds.

To isolate the connection between the demon world and the prehistoric world, not everyone can enter and exit freely.

The only difference is the Chaos Bell. This guy who sucks and vents the Chaos Qi seems to be completely unaffected by this place. He disappeared for a while, and then came back from somewhere. He buzzed and did not have any dangerous enlightenment at all, as if he regarded this place as a playground.

It was as if he was walking in a dark night without knowing where the road ahead was. The tranquility that could not feel anything made Zhaoming almost confused and even forgot the passage of time.

I don’t know how long it took, but I felt the pressure around me gradually weakening and disappearing little by little.

After a long time, I felt the red light disappear, and my eyes darkened, and I had entered a dull and dark world.
Chapter completed!