However, Chen Fan is not as greedy as the old monster Blood Spirit, who kills chickens to get eggs.

Chen Fan sincerely wanted to accept Babuto as his disciple. In addition to wanting to experiment with the other person's bloodline, he also took a fancy to the other person's talent in body refining and had the idea of ​​passing on the mantle.

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After the four members of the Ba family were settled, Chen Fan's bloody flying boat took off again.

Because of his experience with the Black Snake Cult, Chen Fan had a general understanding of the forces in the desert.

In the absence of the demon monks, the so-called temple forces are the biggest threat here.

Fortunately, after fighting against the snake mother's clone, Chen Fan already had an estimate of the maximum combat power of these temple forces. As long as he did not fall into the siege of several temple bosses, Chen Fan boasted that he could still escape easily.

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Therefore, in the following trip, Chen Fan changed his previous low profile and unscrupulously exuded the aura of a golden elixir monk to the outside world. He identified the direction of the Wanli induction bead and piloted the blood-colored flying boat to fly past several oasis cities, and finally arrived at

The first community of immortal cultivators in the southern Xinjiang desert was discovered in a place called Massa Castle.

However, the level of this cultivation city is not high, and the strongest monk in the whole city is only in the late stage of foundation building.

As soon as Chen Fan's golden elixir aura leaked out, the middle-aged monk in the late stage of foundation building hurried over to pay his respects with some fear.

"Junior Fire Demon Sect Liu Xing, I have met this senior before!" The middle-aged monk saw that Chen Fan was full of evil spirits, and it seemed that he was not an easy person to deal with, so he lowered his attitude and said.

Chen Fan glanced at the flame pattern on the other person's chest, recalled the information he had read before, and pretended to mutter: "Fire Demon Sect?"

"It turns out that he is a disciple of the Thirty-sixth Central Sect. How far is it from Tianmo City?"

The so-called Thirty-sixth Middle Sect is the name of the president of the demon sect forces in southern Xinjiang. It has been mentioned before that the current demon sect is dominated by the three sects of Tianmo Palace, Yin Demon Sect and Blood Demon Sect.

Further down, there are seventy-two small forces, thirty-six main sects, eighteen superior sects, and nine great demon palaces.

The Fire Demon Sect is a force within the thirty-six sects. According to intelligence, the highest combat power of the thirty-six sects is only one in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

When the middle-aged monk heard Chen Fan's condescending tone, he was unsure of where he came from. He bowed and saluted again: "Senior, the Tiansheng Mountains where Tianmo City is located is still two months away from here, senior.

The escaping magic power should be able to arrive in half a month."

"Very good, don't tell anyone about my passing by this place."

"I will reward you with this spiritual stone!" After saying that, Chen Fan dropped a high-level spiritual stone, took the blood-colored flying boat and fled again, leaving the middle-aged monk with a confused look on his face.

However, Liu Xing from the Fire Demon Sect showed a hint of joy after seeing the high-level spiritual stone. He hurriedly put the spiritual stone away and bowed again in the direction where Chen Fan left.

You must know that the resources in the desert of southern Xinjiang are poor, and high-level spiritual stones are extremely rare here. Even a foundation-building magic cultivator like Liu Xing may not be able to save one after years of accumulation.

Otherwise, the demon sect here would not be thinking about counterattacking Daqian all day long, so as to seize the rich resources of the four regions of Daqian.

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The bloody flying boat flew south for half a month, and Chen Fan also meditated and practiced Qi for half a month.

After years of swallowing elixirs and consuming massive amounts of spiritual stones, Chen Fan's cultivation has now reached the peak of the early stage of the Golden Elixir, and he is just on the verge of entering the middle stage of the Golden Elixir.

However, the desert in southern Xinjiang is full of dangers and is not a safe place to break through. Therefore, Chen Fan has been suppressing his cultivation and focusing on refining magic skills.

Thanks to Chen Fan's hard training and hard work in recent years, Tiansha's true magic power has become 50% to 60% more refined than when he broke through the golden elixir, and has also developed several interesting supernatural powers.

However, most of these magical powers are for auxiliary purposes and do not contribute much to Chen Fan's actual combat power.

After all, Chen Fan's physical strength limit is too high, and his golden elixir level magic power seems to be a serious hindrance at this moment.

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"Is this the Tiansheng Mountain Range?"

"It's actually hidden behind a natural sandstorm!"

"No wonder Daqian's army has to weigh its own strength if it wants to fight this far." Chen Fan stood at the head of the boat, using his secret spiritual eye technique, and looked at the shocking sight of yellow sand touching the sky.

This layer is like a sky-like sandstorm, stretching for thousands of miles from left to right, as if isolating the two worlds.

Faced with such a celestial phenomenon, even foundation-building monks have to think carefully when they come. If they do not have a magic weapon specifically designed to stabilize themselves against the windy sand, they will be easily sucked into the sky by the tornado formed in the sandstorm, and eventually end up being shattered to pieces.

Fortunately, Chen Fan's cultivation level was too high, so he only slightly strengthened the protective shield outside the flying boat, and then plunged into the giant sandstorm that lingered in the sky.

Woo hoo hoo, the sound of the wind coming to my ears was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and countless coarse particles of flying sand and gravel kept beating against the shield outside the airship like bullets.

After traveling a distance of ten thousand meters, the blood-colored flying boat managed to pass through the endless sandstorm without any danger.

Behind the sandstorm is a towering, endless stretch of glaciers and snow-capped mountains. It is precisely this extremely cold terrain that creates strong air currents against the hot desert behind it, causing the huge sandstorm that spans the sky and the earth.

"What a unique defensive terrain!"

"No wonder those demonic forces are hiding here."

"With such a natural danger, no matter how many body refiners there are, it will be extremely difficult for them to pass through this barrier of heaven and earth." Chen Fan looked back at the yellow sand sky, and then took a look at the magnificent snow scene in front of him.

On the majestic ice peaks in the distance, there are countless dark palaces. In the center of a huge mountain depression, there is a huge city in a semi-floating state.

The city is completely black, surrounded by thick icicles that have not changed for thousands of years and are forcibly supported at the bottom of the city, firmly holding up the entire city.

And there are countless mysterious runes looming on the surface of the city wall, which look like an incredible defensive array. Above the city, there are countless flying magic weapons flashing with auras, and most of them are magic cultivators in strange clothes entering and exiting the city.

This is the Demonic City that Chen Fan mentioned!

This Heavenly Demon City is under the name of Heavenly Demon Palace and is the largest demonic cultivation city in the Southern Territory.

Back then, hundreds of thousands of demonic cultivators fled to the southern border, and they took advantage of the natural dangers of the Tiansheng Mountains to build this demonic city, which withstood the purges of the body-refining warrior army of the Great Qian Dynasty.

After thousands of years of recuperation, this city has become a place of pilgrimage in the hearts of many demon cultivators in southern Xinjiang.

Chen Fan looked at the Holy City of Demonic Cultivation in front of him, took a deep breath, calmed down his body aura slightly, and entered the city with the appearance of the scarred man before.

A group of monks guarding the city gate hurriedly gave way when they saw Chen Fan's aura fluctuation. Instead, they scolded and exploited the low-level monks who came in with them.

Chen Fan smiled when he saw this. As soon as he took a step, he heard a weak question in his ear: "Senior, this is your first time to Tianmo City. Do you need a tour guide?"

When he looked back, he saw an ordinary-looking boy in his teens, saluting Chen Fan respectfully.

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