Feng Buye stood on a vast expanse of dull sand, his eyes sternly passing over the flat ground in all directions.

The howling winds around him were like sharp claws, picking up fine gravel and throwing it into the air, plunging the sky into chaos.

The black long sword in his hand dissipated into a handful of yellow sand, and then quickly regrouped into a more powerful blade.

This is magic cultivation.

Even Feng Buye would be amazed by its power.

In a place like the Devil's World, where the devilish aura is strong, one's cultivation can be advanced by leaps and bounds.

The monks in the human world pursue the great road, which is about gradual progress and conforming to the harmony of heaven. So what is the great road of demon cultivation?

No.

Demonic cultivation has always been about happiness, not extravagant pursuit of eternal life, and no pity for benevolence and righteousness. The faster the cultivation, the closer to the day of death. I think this is also the fairness of heaven.

Feng Buye lowered his head and looked at the long sword in his hand, running the technique and inputting a trace of demonic energy, watching it continue to grow.

The pain that felt like his bone marrow was being smashed finally completely disappeared after entering the demon world. Every part of his body was clamoring for release. It was a kind of crazy pleasure that tempted his reason to sink.

Before the change in the world, humans and demons had always not interfered with each other. This was not a peaceful consensus between the two realms, but because neither humans nor demons could stand the pain of the spiritual energy and demonic energy washing over their meridians, so they could only live within the boundary monument.

Seek asylum.

It was not until the demonic energy gradually eroded outwards and the demonic cultivators invaded that this delicate balance was broken. From then on, the world became a purgatory, as if the heavens could no longer tolerate the world and wanted to kill all walks of life.

In the dim light, the land ahead was undulating like sea water.

Feng Buye's brows twitched, and he swung his sword away. The sword energy enveloped him in a hurricane, sweeping across the strange sand with a harsh noise.

A slightly bulging mound shook the sand and soil from its body and slowly stood up.

First there was a giant shell, then slender limbs, and the figure continued to rise until the top of it could not be seen despite the wind.

It is surprisingly the Qi Feng Beast.

The Qifeng Beast can indeed throw away its shell. What Feng Buyewei said is that the Qifeng Beast that usually throws away its outer shell is very rare.

This kind of monster has rough skin, thick flesh, and is invulnerable to water and fire. Naturally, their shells are extremely valuable and cannot be easily found.

As its name suggests, the Qifeng Beast is an adult monster that can reach the height of a mountain when standing upright. It is very dangerous to approach it rashly.

This monster lowered its head, its pale yellow eyes looking at the figure in front of it violently, as if looking at an ant, feeling extremely angry that it was disturbed by this weak existence.

It roared, and invisible sound waves and wind waves shook out several layers of smoke rings in the air. Half of it was still stuck in its throat, but its body began to slide forward uncontrollably.

Qi Feng Beast rolled his eyes and looked down. His turbid pupils reflected his body that was broken from the middle. With unbelievable shock, it fell heavily to the ground.

It didn't understand what happened until it died.

Feng Buye stepped forward slowly and put the shell into the eight-treasure exquisite bag.

He swept forward coldly, preparing to head into the depths, when Zhuchen's cry for help suddenly rang in his ears.

That weak cry made the bloodthirsty murderous intent in his eyes tremble, and then extinguished in an instant. Feng Buye was startled for a moment, let go of his hand, and rushed out quickly.

Feng Buye first rushed to the place where the two separated before, but Zhuchen had disappeared. He followed the footprints and flew forward, and after a while he saw Zhuchen diligently chasing after him.

"Master!" Zhuchen found him, raised his little face and shouted hurriedly, "Master, please help me catch a chicken. It's black, very big, with a lot of feathers, its legs are thick and long, and it can run very fast!"

Feng Buye: "..."

The so-called black chicken was no longer in sight, but Feng Buye listened to her description and roughly guessed what she was looking for.

"Black chick?"

It was a kind of monster with a gentle temperament. Although it was a bird, it could not fly, but it could run extremely fast and had the ability to control the wind. Ordinary monks could not catch up with it.

"Black chick?" Zhuchen said with a weird expression, "That's not an appropriate name. Why is such a big chicken still a chick?"

Feng Buye: “??”

Zhuchen coughed dryly, and then shouted: "Master, help me catch it, I want its hair!"

Feng Buye didn't know where she learned this bad habit, but she actually liked to pluck her hair, but when she saw her urging her repeatedly, she looked very anxious, so she still chased her out with her sword.

The black chick was completely unwary. It was parked not far ahead, combing its feathers in front of a small lake. It didn't even notice Feng Buye approaching.

Feng Buye stood behind him and directly cast a restraint, trapping it to death on the ground.

The black chick who was held down was stunned for a long time, and then began to flutter hard, its feathers were rubbed everywhere, but it still couldn't escape the shackles.

Zhuchen quickly caught up, grabbed the feather floating in the air, rubbed it with his fingers to confirm its material, and laughed arrogantly.

That nervous look frightened the black chick to the point of thrashing about again.

Feng Buye's expression was complicated. When he saw Zhuchen rolling up his sleeves and preparing to pluck the feathers from the chicken's butt, he couldn't help but say: "You..."

Only then did Zhuchen remember and smiled at him: "Thank you, Master!"

Feng Buye hesitated to speak, and finally said: "I'll go look for the Qi Feng Beast's shell."

Zhuchen: "Okay, okay, I can do the plucking alone. Master, don't worry!"

The black chick kept screaming.

Feng Buye collected three shells in total. When he came back, Zhuchen had almost finished his work and was in the process of finishing the work.

It was less than half an hour. When he looked at the scene in front of him, a trace of astonishment that could not be concealed flashed across his face.

...How could it be plucked out so cleanly? Except for a few stray hairs on the head, almost nothing else survived.

The black chick, which was originally as huge as a mountain, has more than doubled in size after losing its fluffy and beautiful hair. It can only shrink its wings and tremble in the cold wind, as if it has been tortured and desperate, unable to resist.

Hearing Feng Buye's footsteps approaching, he twitched slightly and tightened his legs even more, wishing he could coil himself into a ball.

...This action represents many meanings, none of which are so beautiful. Even Feng Buye could not help but stop in the mess, and only continued to move forward after getting rid of distracting thoughts.

I sealed the exquisite bag tightly in the morning and estimated today's harvest. I should be able to make several sets of duvets. Thinking of this, a smile filled my face and I greeted the master warmly.

Feng Buye subconsciously avoided looking at the body and asked: "Are you ready?"

The hair has been collected...

Zhuchen looked at the frail body of the black chick and hesitated to say the word "good".

This is really - very much like a chicken!

Zhuchen wanted to eat it, but she didn't dare to eat it because it had a poisonous face and was commonly known as ugly. Even she didn't dare to eat it without peeling off the skin, roasting it and sprinkling cumin on it.

What's more, the chicken is too big and the meat is quite thick. If you want to cut the meat off, you must at least use a sharp blade... Of course, the Hanxu Sword is also possible, as long as you are healthy enough and can withstand the master's blow.

Just give him a severe beating.

It's exciting just thinking about it.

Feng Buye stood nearby and noticed that she was starting to think about the black chick, her eyes getting weirder and weirder.

Zhuchen smiled dryly at him and said, "Master, don't look at me like this. How could I eat it? Ha, of course it's impossible!"

The wind is silent all night.

Zhuchen: "..." Has trust disappeared so quickly? It doesn't have to be, right?

The black chick on the ground that they ignored made a low cry at this moment. It arched its head and looked at Zhuchen pleadingly with a pair of black eyes. A layer of mist slowly accumulated in its pupils and was about to fall.

Zhuchen was surprised: "Does it understand? Is the black chick so smart?"

She was so obsessed with plucking just now that she didn't even have time to pay attention to the chicken's feelings.

Feng Buye had never seen such a human-minded chicken before. He frowned and said, "It's about three points of intelligence."

Just like humans have different talents, there are naturally those who are favored by heaven among monsters and demons.

This black chick is obviously one. Although it cannot transform yet, it can already understand most human speech. This is extremely rare.

In this way, it will be even more impossible to kill it in the morning.

She unexpectedly recalled the first time this giant chicken ran past her.

The arrogant eyes, firm steps, neat feathers, and arrogant aura are enough to show that it is actually a very beautiful chicken.

A very stinky and beautiful chicken turned into a bald chicken in an instant. Wouldn't such a blow make the chicken cry?

When I think about it a little bit each morning, I feel that I am too cruel, and I am afraid that I will leave an indelible psychological shadow on this bald chicken.

She took a breath and reached out to gently touch the few remaining hairs on the chicken's head. The chicken's trembling intensified and she let out a little moan of fear.

It is indeed spiritual.

"Look, I didn't know you turned on Lingzhi. It wasn't intentional. I couldn't understand what you were calling." Zhuchen's cheeky voice told her to adjust quickly and started reverse education, "You

You have such beautiful hair on your body, right? Don’t run around casually. Not everyone is as kind as me, who only plucks hair and doesn’t kill animals.”

This was probably the saddest compliment that Black Chick had ever heard in his life, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Zhuchen sympathized and said, "Ah Tu, I'm letting you go back this time. Remember to be more careful next time."

I hope there are no hair-pluckers in the devil world.

Feng Buye confirmed with her: "Let it go?"

Nod in the morning.
To be continued...