Taking advantage of the moonlight, Zhao Yun entered the Demonic Land.

He sneaked in quietly without alerting the Demon Suppressor.

After traveling through the Demon Land, he arrived at the ruins of the Demon Realm. Returning to his old place, he stood there for a long time, quietly looking around at the world. The Demon Realm was in ruins, as if a layer of black cloth had covered the vast sky.

Everything is dark, showing dilapidation and desolation. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a ruin. Looking at the air, there is still a trace of scarlet blood mist. Once, the top monsters of the younger generation from all over the world gathered here; once, there were also

A bloody battle.

After collecting his thoughts, Zhao Yun walked inside.

He activated the Earth Spirit Spell and turned on the Martial Soul Sense, watching everything along the way.

There is no devil.

Wherever he walked, he didn't see a single devil.

Therefore, the big-headed ghost did not lie to him. The devil lurking in the devil's realm was really swallowed up. As for whether it was Mo Kui and Shen Rong, it is not yet certain. All that is known is that the ruins are now as quiet as death.

When he reached a certain place, he silently settled down.

That's where Wushuang died.

"When the flowers are blooming and the moon is full, will you look up at me?"

Her words before she died are still in my ears.

Zhao Yun raised his head and looked at the dark sky. Without exhausting his eyesight, he seemed to be able to see a star, twinkling like a woman's eyes, blooming with a little bit of blurred light.

"I will save you."

Only he could hear Zhao Yun's murmur.

He set out on the road again, visiting places he had visited before, and now he walked again, including broken mountains, collapsed palaces, black pools, blood-stained valleys... His footprints were found in many places, and these places had...

One thing in common: there is no devil.

This could not help but frighten him.

The ruins of the Demon Realm are so big and the years are so long. I don’t know how many demons have spawned. Among them, there are many fierce ones and many quasi-celestial ones. Even if Mo Kui and Shen Rong are still alive, even if they turn into fierce tiger and green snake transformations, they will not be able to survive.

Maybe in such a short period of time, not a single one of them will be left alive!

He was puzzled as to what happened to the Demon Realm after he left.

With this doubt, he continued to delve deeper.

He appeared again in the ancient temple, and someone put an incense burner on it. There were three special sticks of musk inserted in the incense burner. I don't know when they were inserted here, but they have not been burned out yet.

Obviously, someone came to worship the Buddha.

Zhao Yun closed his eyes quietly and felt carefully.

After a quarter of an hour, he slowly opened his eyes and narrowed his eyes for a moment, "Prajna."

That's right, it's Prajna.

He smelled a trace of the remaining breath of Prajna from this Buddhist temple.

Listening at this moment, it seems that you can still hear the Buddha's voice, which should be the Great Compassion Mantra.

"Sure enough, we have come to the Demon Realm."

Zhao Yun murmured in his heart, his eyes flickering between light and dark.

He had a strange feeling: Prajna and the Demon Queen must have something to do with each other.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

He transformed into a series of clones and ran in all directions.

Since Prajna has been here, I can't guarantee that she is still in the demon realm.

He was not idle either. After leaving the ancient temple, he looked for Yifang.

During this period, he raised his head more than once.

The mystery of the sky has been broken, and the treasures previously sealed inside have all fallen out.

However, he could still vaguely see one or two formation patterns, which were the remnants of the mysterious magic formation.

Someone.

At some point, he suddenly settled down.

Looking closely, there was a person squatting on a wooden bridge not far away. To be more precise, it was a monk. His forehead was shining brightly. Maybe it was dark, but his forehead looked particularly dazzling, and his body was filled with Buddha's light.

, can hear wisps of Buddha’s voice.

When you get closer, you can see it more clearly.

He is an old monk with a white beard and a windless face.

In fact, this monk is not old, and his beard is glued on.

When Zhao Yun arrived, the monk was holding a bamboo pole and squatting on the wooden bridge to fish.

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows, this scene looked fresh.

It's really emotional to go fishing in the devil's land in the middle of the night.

The question is, are there any fish in the stream flowing under the wooden bridge?

Zhao Yun didn't bother, he picked up the wine bottle and looked up and down the monk. He was obviously not very old, but he was pretending to be an elder. Who knew, but he really thought he was a reclusive monk?

But having said that, this guy does look stylish, holding a fishing rod in one hand and stroking his white beard with the other, but squatting there...it really affects his appearance.

"Why do you come here to fish?" Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"Waiting for a destined person." The monk smiled kindly.

"It's time to wait." Zhao Yun took a sip of wine.

"The donor is my destined person." The monk stroked his beard.

"What kind of fate?" Zhao Yun became interested and looked at the monk with a smile.

"The donor is about to suffer a calamity, and the poor monk comes to save him." The monk's words were ethereal and deep.

"That means my hall is dark!" Zhao Yun said, and actually took a small mirror and looked at it.

"Old monk's name: Hu Lai."

The monk had put down his bamboo pole, stood up, and offered a Buddhist ritual.

After Zhao Yun heard this, he couldn't help but take another look at the monk. This name was... very arrogant!

"Donor, you are in great danger." Hu Lai said leisurely.

"How about master, please help me?" Zhao Yun said seriously.

"Enter my Buddhist door, I will ferry you out...Eh? Eh? It hurts, it hurts..."

Before Hu Lai could finish what he said, Mr. Zhao tugged on his beard. The stick was quite strong and he couldn't pull it off. It was really strange. The devil's land, which is so indifferent, could actually hit the old magic stick.

Oh, no, he must be a little magician who knows every word and every word, but if you want to fool him, this guy's moral standards are not that good.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun acted rudely and forcefully trimmed the man's beard.

Hu Lai covered his chin and grimaced in pain, no longer as solemn and deep as before.

"I have seen her."

Zhao Yun was too lazy to talk nonsense and took Prajna's portrait.

"Never seen it."

Snap!

"I heard from Master that she is a Buddhist saint who entered the world and cultivated quietly."

Hu Lai and Liang had stars in their eyes, and they were so scared that they had no warning.

"What about you? Where did it come from?" Zhao Yun collected the portrait.

"Wuxiang Temple." Hu Lai was honest, he would tell me everything he asked, and he would be beaten if he didn't.

"Wuxian Temple."

Zhao Yun murmured, making sure he had never heard it before.

The territory of Daxia is vast, and no matter how deep the mountains or forests are, there is still the incense of Buddha.

"Why come to the Demon Realm?" Zhao Yun asked again.

"Only a ghost wants to come here." Hu Lai put his hands in his hands, "I was flirting with a girl... um... I was meditating in the Zen room, but I ended up here in a daze."

Zhao Yun heard this and understood.

It seems that this thing must have suffered spatial changes.

"This place is so evil, I can't get out no matter what." Hu Lai cursed.
To be continued...