This is a dull and dark world, and it is also a world of poor mountains and bad waters. |[2][3][w][x]

There is also a sun star in the sky, but I don’t know if it is because of the demon smoke or the influence of the world. The sun star is not as hot as the prehistoric continent.

The purple-red light, feminine and hazy, enveloped the world in front of you, without dispelling the darkness, but instead made people feel a little cold.

Looking around, they are all black mountains, rugged rocks, like dormant beasts, vigorous peaks, iron-painted silver hooks, like the sharp mouth of an eagle, hideous and terrifying.

Perhaps the space channel is also the forbidden area of ​​the demon clan, and there is no sense of much breath of creatures here. Zhaoming soared into the air and flew straight forward.

This is a strange world. Not to mention anything else, even if you divide the region, you are not clear. Instead of searching everywhere, it is better to find a direction at will to explore the situation first.

There were no brothers aside, no Sun Jiuyang's help, and there was no purpose or hope. Even Zhaoming's kindness was full of concern and anxiety about the unknown.

I don’t think so when I see it from a distance. I only find that the mountain in the Demon Realm is unexpectedly huge after getting close.

The strong wind ice blade roared and turned into a natural energy barrier to prevent monks who wanted to come in or go out.

He did not dare to act rashly, and looked from a distance for a long time before urging his magical power and rushed over with his strong body. The Chaos Bell was relaxed and whistled, and it passed through directly without any damage.

Before I could stabilize my body, I heard a whistle, a fishy storm rippled everywhere, and even a foul saliva blew into my face.

Don’t think too much, activate the yin and yang mysterious fire, freeze the flames, and burn all the things ahead without leaving any remaining.

When I saw a figure rushing out again, I was more than ten meters long and covered in black scales, like a black unicorn, but my head was like a poisonous snake. A tail was swinging behind me, and there were burning flames on it.

This is a monster in the sub-saint realm, with great strength. Invasive by the demonic energy, it has a violent aura that is more heart-warming than ordinary monsters.

This area is its territory. For an uninvited guest like Zhaoming, it only has one idea: to kill the other party and then swallow it.

With a roar, the snake-headed monster soared into the air, like a black lightning bolt rushed over directly.

Zhao Ming was naturally not afraid of such an opponent, but he did not decide to kill the opponent easily, but raised his hand to meet him with four points of true energy. He wanted to see if the creatures in the Demon Realm had different means from the prehistoric world.

With a palm, the two figures separated instantly. The power of the snake-headed monster exceeded Zhao Ming's expectation. He was almost knocked back to the Ice Wind barrier after only four points of his strength.

I raised my palm and felt a slight pain, and a demonic energy was like a maggot to penetrate into my body.

The magical powers of the snake-headed monster are not more outstanding, but the direct impact force is beyond the sub-saint monsters in the prehistoric continent. If this monster is not unique, then the aura of the demon world can make the creatures more violent.

He fought with the monster in front of him for a while. After feeling that he could not find more useful information, Zhaoming directly smashed the other party's head with a fist of heaven.

Zixiao Palace and his party listened to the most authentic principles of yin and yang, and even more intuitively saw how Taoist ancestor Hongjun used the method of yin and yang to fight against the dark golden clock.

Not to mention the future, just talking about the most intuitive improvement, the thousands of cultivators in Zixiao Palace are probably far inferior to the Sanqing Taoist.

He had initially mastered the principles of Yin and Yang and used the mysterious fire of Yin and Yang. Although he could not do whatever he wanted, he was no longer at all discomfort. Even his cultivation level naturally reached the Great Perfection of the Sub-Saint.

After the yin and yang are combined, the power of the Heavenly Wrath Fist is not just one plus one, but has increased by more than five times. Not to mention a monster in the sub-saint realm. Even if Xiangjiu comes, Zhaoming is confident that he can fight the other party happily.

After killing the snake-headed monster, Zhaoming used his hand as a knife to peel off the scales and armor on his body, intertwined them at will, and made a scale cloak to wear it on his body. There was a flame of karma in his eyes, which could not be covered by any means.

My breath is completely different from the demon world, and I may be noticed at any time, so I can hide it slightly.

However, this method has little effect at the moment. Warcraft is more violent than monsters. Any creature entering their recognized territory will become their target of attack.

Moreover, the number of monsters in the sub-saint realm exceeded Zhao Ming's expectations. The battle never stopped along the way. The flames burned thousands of monsters and killed countless monsters. Finally, they reached the edge of the Infinite Demon Mountain.

Looking around, it is an endless black plain, a long river flows out from the infinite mountain of Demons, and passes through the vast plain and leads to the distance.

"Yoyo, it's out!" The Chaos Bell was extremely excited. It was very interested in the blue sky and white clouds, but it had been wandering in the Black Mountain demonic energy for a long time, which made it feel quite unhappy.

But Zhao obviously did not feel as he had gone out of the vast mountains, and the trouble still existed. There were countless monks fighting on the plain in front of him.

Those... can only be called monks, zombies with rotten flesh, flexibly circling in the void. White bones as white as jade, either holding long swords or holding war halberds to fight desperately.

Strange creatures with wings on their backs and bloody mouths, holding magic weapons that emit flames or sucking lightning in and out of the battlefield.

It was like a huge puppet built of steel rushing around the battlefield and roaring in the sky.

...

All kinds of creatures that I had never seen before were fighting on the battlefield, with countless casualties.

This... should be the legendary demon race. Judging from the records of the prehistoric continent, these demon races once lived in the abyss demon world where the Sky Ridge was located.

Later, the Taoist ancestor Hongjun joined forces with Dao, divided the Demon Ancestor, extracted the sixth level of heaven and turned it into the Demon Realm, and then introduced all the demons in the Abyss Demon Realm here. All of this was strange to Zhaoming, who was born since then, and I finally saw it today.

Zhaoming grabbed the Chaos Bell, hid his body, and prepared to bypass the edge of the battlefield. He needed to catch a demon clan to interrogate the situation in the demon world.

As soon as he made an action, he immediately realized that he was thinking too naive. The entire battlefield suddenly became quiet, and the blockbusters of demons looked at him.

There was also a sub-saint demon wearing wings rushing towards him with an ice blade in his hand: "Haha, the breath of the prehistoric world, the reward of His Majesty the Demon King, now it belongs to me."

Zhaoming thought he could hide the past, but in the end he underestimated the difference between breaths.

The demon race is not born, it is just a collective name for certain extraordinary races and races after the fall of the mind.

Because of the changes in the mind, there is a huge difference in their aura between them and other races. Especially after the Taoist ancestor Hongjun was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, he used the power of the Heavenly Dao to customize the demon to form the opposite of the Tao in a narrow sense.

In this way, the demon world has become another world that is opposite to the prehistoric world, and the demon race has also become another race that is opposite to the prehistoric world. Unless there are some special means or treasures, once they appear in each other's world, they will be as clear as water and fire.

Even though Zhaoming is just on the edge of the battlefield, he is as eye-catching as the bright moon in the darkness.

With a slash of ice, Zhaoming activates the fire escape technique to dodge easily. He stabilizes his body and finds that the army on the battlefield has surrounded him from all directions.

How could this happen? Zhaoming was puzzled. It was hard for him to imagine that such a thing would happen. It was not that he was discovered, but that he was puzzled. After he was discovered, the monks on the battlefield would give up their enemy and us at the first time and turn to attack him.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Chaos Bell screamed a few times, turned into the size of an egg, and disappeared with a soothing sound.

"After waiting for more than a year, a guy from the prehistoric world actually ran in. The reward from the Demon King is my! "

In a game, a purple skeleton, holding a purple bone staff, emitted a piece of dark fire and came towards Zhaoming.

The Demon King... Reward... Zhaoming guessed something in vaguely.

The current situation was unbearable for him to think too much about it, and he didn't want to fight this battle that didn't make much sense. He immediately activated the fire escape technique to move and flash on the battlefield.

"Where to run!"

Many demons roared loudly, showing their magical powers, trying to stop Zhaoming. However, the fire escape technique had almost no trajectory, and the great witches had no way to crack it, let alone these demons.

A red light flashed, and within a moment, he passed through the army and reached the periphery of the battlefield.

A red light flashed under his feet, and he activated the Pear Immortal Step to escape quickly.

"Don't let him run away, chase him!"

Several sub-saint demons shouted loudly and rushed to chase and chase.

Nearly a year ago, the Demon King had an order. If a cultivator from the prehistoric world enters the Demon Realm, no matter how life or death, who can take down his head and come to the Demon King's Palace and reward the Immortal King's Divine Soldier.

Unlike the earth treasures and heavenly spirits in the prehistoric world, the demon world is transformed by the sixth level of heaven, with almost no treasures or innate spiritual charm at all, and there is no need to seek the ultimate treasure.

For monks in the Demon Realm, if they can get a magic weapon of the Immortal King, it is equivalent to having the capital to start a sect. However, the monks in the Demon Realm felt that few people entered the Demon Realm, and the monks in the Demon Realm regarded it as a harmless joke for the Demon Realm. Unexpectedly, there were indeed monks from the prehistoric world coming out.

Regardless of the origin of this prehistoric monk, the temptation of the Immortal King's divine weapons is enough to make them temporarily give up their opposition.

Zhaoming's speed was not slow, but he did not activate to the extreme. He ran towards the Wuliang Mountains slowly, making it difficult for the sub-saint demons to catch up with him, but he would not be thrown away without a trace.

In a hurry, no one noticed that he had already gotten farther and farther away from the army. He felt that he could catch up with Zhaoming with just adding more efforts.

I re-entered along the road where Zhaoming came out, and there were no warcraft disturbing me.

After thinking silently in his heart, Zhaoming finally stopped after feeling that the distance was enough.

"Don't you run away!" Several demon sub-saints laughed.

"No! I'm going to kill someone!"
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