Panshi has written two books. It doesn’t say what the content is. But he works diligently, does not delay updates, does not owe updates, and insists on completing the book. He has never asked for any votes or rewards seriously. Now the third book is, I pray that you can vote for the "Book of the Demon King" in the new book period. That is really important for a new book! Friends who read books from any way can come to support Panshi. After all, it is the best encouragement for an author to write a book well.

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

Shura also looked panicked and searched everywhere, but where could he find Acao, and the jade pendant on his chest did not react at all, just like the usual appearance.

Sun Jiuyang ignored the two of them and frowned and said to himself: "The martial arts in the previous Pangu statue are the extraordinary sword of Lingxi. The martial arts in this Pangu statue are actually the suicide technique, which is wrong!"

"But this guy fell into my illusion and didn't notice it at all. He would never lie to the person he dearest! And he told him twice, there was no difference!"

He glanced at Zhaoming for a few more times, suddenly became stunned, and then suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Zhaoming.

"Let me go, let me go, what did you do to Acao? You give me Acao back!" Zhaoming struggled hard, and Shura rushed up and grabbed Sun Jiuyang and beat him hard. He opened his mouth and spit out a blood sword.

Unfortunately, Sun Jiuyang's strength was too much higher than the two of them. The blood sword spit on Sun Jiuyang was like a spring breeze blowing, dissipating faintly without any effect.

"Are you upset? Give me a decision!" Sun Jiuyang pointed at Shura. As soon as he finished speaking, Shura was indeed motionless, like a wooden man.

"Shura, Shura! You... I'll fight with you!" Zhaoming was angry. He thought Ah Cao was lost and lost, but he didn't expect to disappear again. At this moment, Shura also got this unknown magic, and he felt like he had just left the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den.

Sun Jiuyang curled his lips: "You are just in the Dan stage, what a f*ck! You can't even hurt me even if you stand and beat me. Stop quarrel, let me see!"

Then he poked Zhaoming a few times and immediately said in surprise: "There are strange things every year, and there are so many this year. This is the first time I have seen the two demon tribes of Jindan!"

Then he was shocked and remembered something: "Two golden elixirs, one broken and one more. Damn it, this technique is clearly learned by you alone!"

"Let me go, you let me go, I'm going to fight you!" Zhaoming shouted loudly.

"Stop quarrel!" Sun Jiuyang yelled at him, which scared him.

"This is the territory of the Witch Clan. I want to attract the Witch Clan. I will run away on the gray crane. Let's see what you two do!" Sun Jiuyang snorted coldly.

When Zhaoming was frightened by him, he really didn't dare to yell, so he could only look at Sun Jiuyang with a hatred look on his face.

"Okay, stop arguing, I won't kill you, really, didn't I just use illusions to deceive you! As for those who want to live and die?" Sun Jiuyang put down Zhaoming and solved the magic on Shura.

He is smart and does not trust others easily. Even if Zhaoming says he wants to tell himself, he feels unreliable. Therefore, in the name of looking at the map, he reduces the defense of the two. Besides, he says something that resonates with them, and unknowingly lets the two fall into his trap. In this case, what they get is naturally more real.

Zhaoming immediately stepped forward and grabbed Shura, looked left and right, and asked nervously: "Shura, how do you feel?"

"It's okay!" Shura shook his head, but immediately started crying: "Acao is gone, Acao is gone again!"

For a moment, Zhaoming was also sad, holding back his tears and looking at Sun Jiuyang with a hatred.

Although Acao was not killed by Sun Jiuyang, now that he used illusion to make the two of them feel that Acao seems to have died again. Losing and regaining is unintentional happiness, but losing and regaining and regaining again is lost, which feels more heartbreaking than losing the first time.

"It's really... I didn't take any advantage. You may not be able to learn both of your suicide techniques. It's useless if I hear them!" Sun Jiuyang shook his head and was about to ride a crane to leave, but he was stunned for a moment: "I can learn that divine magic technique!"

He glanced at the two of them again and said to himself: "This fire-swallowing demon may really have something to do with that person. If so, the cause and effect will probably be a bit big."

After thinking about it, he walked over with a curse and said, "You two are lucky. I am afraid of being slaughtered by the heavenly tribulation. Just think I do something good."

As he said that, he took out a booklet: "This is the Kshin Wind's rapid technique, which is very fast. Fighting and escaping is awesome. Can we give it to you even if we are equal?"

Zhaoming looked at him with a hatred, neither shaking his head nor nodding.

Sun Jiuyang stared at him for a while, then changed to a booklet and said, "This is the Shenxiao Tianle Thunder Technique, which can control lightning, is powerful, and can be released from a distance. It is safe and effective. Which witch clan doesn't like you, just secretly give it to him. I'll give it to you, can we even get even?"

Zhaoming bit his lip and still did not react.

Sun Jiuyang looked at him for a long time and suddenly remembered something: "Oh, I forgot that you are the fire-swallowing demon, you can't learn this storm and thunder and lightning skills!"

He hurriedly took out another booklet: "You are lucky. I have recently created the new fire thunder technique. I use the flames as lightning. It is like a heavenly tribulation. It is very powerful! I give it to you, can we even get even?"

Zhaoming just didn't speak. He was so annoyed that Sun Jiuyang was very annoyed. He always felt that this person was just a lie. He must have been for some purpose. He would not suffer any loss if he didn't respond.

This appearance of not getting into the oil and salt made Sun Jiuyang extremely angry. He took away the things and turned around and was about to leave. He walked to the gray crane, gritted his teeth and walked back, and murmured: "Forget it, I'm useless to hold this pill anyway! If this little demon really has something to do with that guy, I'll have good fortune in the future, and I'll have accumulated merits. The heavenly tribulation should always be more harmonious."

Immediately took out a medicine gourd and said to Zhaoming: "This time it's really a bargain! This is a peerless pill, the Nine Yang Golden Pill. I refined it with the Sun Fire Spirit Fruit. There is only one gourd in the whole world. It's very helpful for practicing the Fire Action Practice. I'll give it to you today!"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. When your cultivation is not enough, just lick it. Don't swallow it. Don't blame me if you are burned to death. Starting from here, you can reach the territory of your demon clan in just one month. Be careful!"

Seeing that Zhaoming still didn't respond, he didn't ask his opinion. He stuffed the medicine gourd and the fire thunder technique on him, rode on the gray crane and flew into the air.

This time, Sun Jiuyang seemed to have really left, and nothing incredible happened, let alone Acao appeared.

Suddenly, Zhaoming was a little eager for Sun Jiuyang to give him such an illusion, so that he could see Acao again. Even if he knew it was fake, he could still get an indescribable satisfaction in his heart.

Looking at the medicine gourd and fire thunder in his arms, Zhaoming was extremely annoyed and grabbed it and prepared to throw it away. But after thinking for a moment, he took back everything.

All the cheats have been deceived, and Sun Jiuyang has also gone far away. This action has no meaning.

Moreover, if these two things are true as Sun Jiuyang said, they will indeed be more useful to you.

If you want to avenge Acao, you must become stronger and strong. But becoming stronger is by no means just talking. You must have good skills and methods to improve your cultivation.

Zhu Hong, I will definitely live well until I kill you.

Zhaoming took a deep breath and stood up. No matter which race, the practitioner has the technique of hiding something in Sumeru mustard seeds, which is called having gullies in his chest. Acao once taught him, but unfortunately his cultivation was not enough, so he had to break through the Kaling Stage and enter the Nascent Soul Stage before he could learn.

Seeing that there was a red rope on the medicine gourd, I immediately tied a knot and hung it directly on my neck.

It was dark, but as Sun Jiuyang ran so wildly, it was already afternoon. Zhaoming did not dare to act easily, so he could only stay with Shura on the big tree and wait for the sun to set. Although he was eager for the sun, he always felt that it would be safer to rush to the road at night.

He had nothing to do, and he flipped through the technique of touching the fire and thunder. Although he recognized the words, the content was too profound. With his current state, he could not even think of practicing. He simply looked over and over again and recorded all the contents in it.

Finally, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the two climbed down the big tree and headed northeast.

He could not fly, so he could only walk on foot. Zhaoming was not used to the muddy swamp. He was a fire-swallowing demon and had an instinctive disgust of water. One night, he felt like he wanted to vomit, and he felt unspeakable.

Fortunately, Shura was not uncomfortable. Whenever Zhaoming could not hold on, he would resist him and move forward on his back and wait until the situation eased before letting it go.

Perhaps the witch tribe doesn’t like swamps, or it’s too close to the territory of the demon tribe. Although this is the territory of the witch tribe, I haven’t seen many witch tribes on the way.

The two of them were in the elixir stage, and they had to reach the level of immortals to achieve fasting. Although they didn’t have to eat every day, the necessary food still needed to be supplemented.

Fortunately, Zhaoming is a fire-swallowing demon. Although he dares not make fire, as long as he basks in the sun every day, his body will not only not be weak, but his cultivation will increase. For him, the heat brought by the sun is more direct than the heat-swallowing.

Shura is a little troublesome. He needs to capture living things and let him suck blood. He will occasionally make a lot of effort.

I hid in the morning and walked at night, but I had no problems. More than twenty days later, I suddenly saw a small forest ahead, with a high terrain and not a swamp.

This made Zhaoming happy. The landform had changed and he should have walked out of the swamp. Perhaps the territory of the demon clan was ahead.

For a moment, endured the discomfort caused by the swamp and ran towards the woods with Shura.

Stepping onto the solid land again made Zhaoming feel as if he had sucked air in drowning, and he felt an indescribable joy.

"Brother, have we arrived?" Shura asked. He felt a little tired after such a long journey.

Zhaoming shook his head: "I don't know, just go in and take a look."

As soon as the words came to an end, I suddenly felt dark on my head. When I looked up, I was shocked. The leaves were growing rapidly at a visible speed, growing bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, covering the top of my head tightly.

"Climb quickly!"
Chapter completed!