"Brother, I want to eat candy." The milky voice reached his ears. Yuwen Zhouyuan lowered his head and found that little Xuanji was rubbing against his chest coquettishly. Ever since the promoted True Lord passed through the catastrophe, little Xuanji
The guy got a lot closer to him. Although Yu Wen Zhouyuan didn't know the reason, he was naturally very happy.
Although I don’t know what this little thing is, Xiao Jiafu’s qualifications are really incredible. Yuwen Zhouyuan tried many times, but he couldn’t sign a contract to make him his pet. Yuwen Zhouyuan was secretly depressed about this for a long time.
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Yuwen Zhouyuan patted the storage bag gently, took out a small jade bottle, opened the cork and poured out a few pink pills.
The little guy sniffed the fragrance, rolled his tongue, and swallowed it into his stomach. With a very satisfied expression on his face, he covered his body with his tail and fell asleep sweetly.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth, his tongue was full of luster, and he flew away into the distance.
Sand Snake is a real-life demon beast, but its strength is comparable to that of a cultivator in the early stage of a real master. However, unlike the demons of the same level, due to special circumstances, he once swallowed an unknown spiritual fruit, although he did not enter the real-life stage.
In Junqi, your spiritual wisdom has been opened.
Sand Viper's strength is not weak. He had been living a happy life in the desert. However, the peaceful days were broken not long ago. The elves that had been extinct for countless years unexpectedly had another royal elf doll appear. As soon as this elf doll appeared
The entire lost space was turbulent, and as a slave serving the Desert Wolf King, it was inevitably involved in the storm.
Fortunately, despite the intrigues and secret strife, there was no head-to-head conflict with the Crocodile Demon King and the red-haired ancestor, otherwise...
Just as Sand Snake was thinking this, a green rainbow came into view, flying from far to near.
"Who is that person?" Sand Snake hurriedly released his consciousness, and then his expression changed drastically.
A human cultivator, and he is actually at the True King stage!
After seeing the person clearly, the sand snake's heart was filled with fear, and it turned around and turned into a demonic cloud, shooting away in the opposite direction.
"Huh?" Yuwen Zhouyuan's face showed a bit of surprise. For some reason, the number of monsters suddenly dropped sharply along the way. He was muttering in his heart when he met the Sand Snake.
With a quick glance of his spiritual consciousness, Yuwen Zhouyuan had identified that the opponent was a first- or third-level intermediate monster. It was not weak in strength but probably lacked intelligence.
He actually ran away when he saw him. This reaction was strange and abnormal, and he was a monster. A smile appeared on the corner of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and a huge claw appeared in the void, about seven or eight feet in size.
Fist, hit hard.
"Boom!" A thunderous sound reached his ears, and the Sand Snake's face changed wildly. He took a breath, and the demonic energy around his body suddenly flipped wildly, turning into a black shield to wrap him up.
It's a pity that it's useless. After Yuwen Zhouyuan was promoted to the True Lord, his cultivation level increased dramatically. Even if it was a casual attack, it was definitely not something that a mere third-level monster could defeat.
The protective shield shattered, and the sand snake spit out blood from its mouth. Yuwen Zhouyuan made a seal and reached down with his giant claws, capturing it alive and imprisoning it.
"Senior, have mercy on me, senior, have mercy on me." Sand Snake hurriedly begged for mercy.
But Yu Wen Zhouyuan had a blank expression on his face. After so many years in the immortal world, he had already become so determined that he would not be merciful to a monster.
Yuwen Zhouyuan pointed out, and Sand Snake's head hurt, and he fainted immediately. Yuwen Zhouyuan released his spiritual consciousness, and Kailuo used the soul-searching technique on him.
After a cup of tea, Yuwen Zhouyuan casually popped out a few fireballs, turning the sand snake and scorpion into gray smoke.
However, Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression became a little strange, and he lowered his head and began to ponder. The news he got from this monster's mind was indeed shocking enough, and he needed to sort it out.
This greedy little guy was indeed born into an extraordinary person. He was actually an elf doll from the extinct elf family!
The universal elven blood of this elven clan is crucial to improving the bloodline and cultivation of the demon clan, especially the elven dolls are of royal blood.
It seems that I was not lucky to receive this elf doll, but a hot potato.
Especially the news that followed shocked Yuwen Zhouyuan. A useless jade slip he accidentally left behind was actually obtained by the Desert Wolf clan, and it even involved a large sect - the Lost Sect!
The best thing is that this lost sect actually has a teleportation array to leave the lost space here. Now that I have gained a lot in the lost space, it is the best time to leave. Why not pay some spirit stones to leave from the lost sect's teleportation array!
However, because the jade slip that I left behind will definitely cause huge trouble to the Lost Sect, will they still let me use the teleportation array? In other words, will they still do this business with me?
Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his head. Although he felt a little guilty in his heart, he put this emotion behind him after thinking about it for a while.
I didn’t do it on purpose. Besides, I was originally a foreign monk. I didn’t know what kind of power the Lost World had, so how could I put the blame on the Lost Sect? All this can only mean that they are unlucky.
Since he didn't take the initiative to harm others, Yu Wen Zhouyuan had nothing to feel guilty about, not to mention that this matter was just a straw from the fire for him.
Lost Sect, Qianzhangyan.
This mountain is thousands of feet high, tall and steep, reaching straight into the sky. It is located above the spring of the spiritual vein. It is an excellent place for monks to practice.
Nine out of ten elite disciples of the Lost Sect live on this peak. There are countless large and small caves, but not many are qualified to set foot on the top of the peak.
There are only about twenty elders at the True Lord stage, and only one master at the True Self stage, who is currently undergoing a life-and-death trial.
If we say that the Lost Sect can prevail over all major forces with these powers, even though its strength is not bad, it is still slightly insufficient.
At that time, the one the Lost Sect really supported was his supreme elder, King Futong Zhen!
People who know that King Futong is the big boss behind the Lost Sect, there are no more than five people in the Lost Space, including himself.
At this time, in the Zhoutian Pavilion at the top of the mountain, these old monsters gathered together, discussing something with solemn expressions.
Sitting in the main seat is an old man with white hair and beard. Although he is not young, he has an air of elegance all over his body, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the True Lord.
"Senior Brother Zheng, the elder has not come out of seclusion yet. Now we are facing imminent danger. The Desert Wolf King has led countless monsters to surround our sect. If we deal with it slightly wrong, the consequences will be disastrous." The person who spoke was a man.
The old man in blue robe had a look of worry on his face.
"Junior Brother Hai, don't be anxious. It's not unclear to you. The Great Elder is in seclusion to attack the bottleneck and wants to break through to the True King Stage." The old man in Nasujibai sighed.
"Senior Brother Zheng, of course we know what it means to our sect if the Great Elder advances to the True King Stage, but this matter cannot be left alone." The person who spoke was a woman in palace attire.
He is in his early thirties and looks quite handsome.
When the white-bearded old man heard this, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. When the other party said this, he clearly did not take his generation of sect masters seriously. However, although he was angry in his heart, he also understood that now was not the time for internal fighting.
Turning his head, the white-bearded old man looked at a red-faced man in his forties and said, "Junior Brother Qu, you have negotiated with the Desert Wolf Clan these few times. Is the other party's attitude still so tough?"
"That's right." The red-faced man sighed, showing an expression that was both angry and depressed: "Those monsters were unreasonable and insisted that we abducted the elf doll, and restricted us to hand it over within three days.
otherwise……"
The white-bearded old man asked: "What else?"
"They said they would bloodbath and uproot our lost sect," said the red-faced man.
"What a shame!" It was the woman in palace clothes who spoke: "I think the ancestor of my lost sect came to the lost space and passed on for nearly a million years. I don't know how many winds and rains have gone through in the meantime. They want to destroy this sect. It's so big.
tone."
When the other old monsters heard this, they were all furious. The other party was so arrogant, and all of a sudden they started making noises.
"Senior Brother Zheng, if the First Elder is not here, you should make up your mind."
"That's right! Those monster beasts don't pay much attention to us. Although the Desert Wolf Clan has many experts, our sect is by no means a soft persimmon and can be slaughtered by them."
"War or peace, what do you think?"
Seeing the excitement among the people below, the white-bearded old man frowned and waved his hands, and everyone finally calmed down.
"Junior brothers and sisters, please calm down your anger first. This is not the time to be impulsive. Yes, our sect has been inherited for millions of years, and our strength cannot be insulted. But because of this, we must be more serious in doing things, otherwise our ancestor's
If our foundation is destroyed in our hands, how can we face our ancestors underground in the future?" The white-bearded old man said slowly with a very solemn expression.
"Senior Brother Zheng, what do you mean by this? Are we going to grovel like those monsters?" It was the woman in palace clothes who spoke.
Although this person is a female, she has a hot temper and an aggressive attitude.
The white-bearded old man frowned and said with dissatisfaction: "Junior Sister He, don't be impatient. When did I say that I would compromise like a monster? What I mean is that we need to clarify the matter first.
So the reason for calling for an accusation is that we took away the elf doll, but we have obviously never done this. Our sect is not threatened, but we cannot make mistakes and take the blame for others."
These words were reasonable and reasonable, and the old monsters all nodded in agreement.
"Junior Brother Qu, the Desert Wolf Clan said that we took the elf doll, what evidence is there?" the white-bearded old man asked the red-faced man.
"This..." The red-faced man had a strange expression. He stretched out his hand and took out a jade slip from the storage bag and said, "This is it. The other party said that it was found on the edge of the desert. The only place where this jade slip was lost is our lost sect."
The damage on the jade slips is indeed the latest, and a feather from an elf doll was also found there."
All the monks enveloped the jade slip with their spiritual consciousness. The white-bearded old man frowned and waved gently, and the jade slip fell into his palm. He played with it carefully, but his face turned gloomy: "Absurd.
, this is just an ordinary jade slip for recording things. The person who owns it is at most a real early stage monk. Such a person can go deep into the border of the desert and subdue the elf doll. Does he think we are idiots?"