The warship was started and the wind-type formation was lifted up. Under the push, the warship was really as light as the wind, with an extremely fast speed, no slower than the ordinary Nascent Soul Ancestor.
In the second resource layer, a jade slip was inlaid on the left wall. Ye Mo's spiritual sense penetrated it and immediately knew the map of the entire Feitian Demon City, and at the same time found the location of the Ziba Sect's stronghold.
With a slight surprise, Ye Mo controlled the warship and left the warship armament warehouse and flew to the sect sect stronghold.
The huge Feitian Demon City is not as good as the No. 1 city in the north, but it is definitely not small. The entire Demon City is divided into several different areas, such as the Immortal Cultivation Military Area and the Living Area.
The military zone is not something that ordinary people can come in. It is the same as the secrets of each armament warehouse. Whether it can break in and plunder a group of military resources for cultivating immortals is another matter.
The living area is where the demon cultivators of many forces in the Southern Demon live, which is no different from ordinary cities, but the transaction is relatively simple: there are only transactions of immortal cultivation and materials.
Even the living area is much larger than ordinary fairy cities, and there are forces belonging to various forces, and there are mixed together.
After wandering around the living area, Ye Mo found the ten Golden Pill-stage Demonic Cultivators he led. These Golden Pill-stage Demonic Cultivators were leisurely. When Ye Mo found them, he was gathering in a corpse sect shop and chatting and laughing.
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"You guys are in great interest."
Ye Mo held the token in his hand and came to the deck, manipulating the warships to descend from the sky and hovered over the street.
In addition to the ten Golden Pill-stage Demonic Cultivators who followed Ye Mo, there are also several Golden Pill-stage Demonic Cultivators, as well as a short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator, whose cultivation level has reached the Nascent Soul.
"What do you call this junior brother?"
The short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator stood up with a smile and bowed slightly.
"Muqi."
"It turns out that it is Junior Brother Miao Qi. I can't help but be happy when I see my friend's juniors. So I chatted with a few juniors. Don't want to see me before."
The short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator didn't take any advantage of it, and gave excuses to a few disciples in the Golden Elixir stage with a smile.
Ye Mo didn't want to cause trouble. He was about to nod, but suddenly a sarcastic voice came from below: "Uncle Master, why do you say so much to him? A mere low-level Nascent Soul is going to be called in a few years.
My senior's trash, what's wrong with waiting for a while?"
"Did you think it's, brothers Miaoqi?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed wildly.
On the warship, Ye Mo's face suddenly became gloomy. He could hear that the voice was the Jindan stage disciple who provoked him during the Ziba Sect. I don't know what confidence he had to dare to speak to him, a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Nephew Jin, don't be nonsense. Junior Brother Miao Qi is your team leader. How can you speak to Miao Qi like this?"
The short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator obviously understood the power of it. He was afraid of annoying Ye Mo, so he killed the group of Jindan disciples and quickly scolded the arrogant Jindan disciples.
Ye Mo's eyelids drooped slightly. From these words, it can be heard that the short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator did not mention his Nascent Soul stage cultivation at all. Obviously, he believed that with his talent, these Jindan stage disciples would soon be
Beyond yourself.
"I'm not talking nonsense, I don't know where this waste jumped out. Now it seems, huh, it must have taken hundreds of years of life to cultivate the Nascent Soul. What's so scary? He dares to destroy me.
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The disciple surnamed Jin sneered without any awareness.
At this point, the short and fat middle-aged monk no longer wanted to say much and was secretly angry.
He also came step by step from the golden elixir. He knew very well that the talented and powerful high-level Nascent Soul cultivators in the sect had to compete for the spiritual ointment, and they had no time to take care of these golden elixir disciples, so they had the mission
Then he fell into the ordinary and miserable Nascent Soul monk.
However, high-level Nascent Soul monks have no time to take care of these juniors, so will there be low-level Nascent Soul monks?
After all, no Nascent Soul monk is willing to do this hard work, and it is a bit difficult to protect himself, let alone protect these Jindan disciples.
In the history of major forces, the Nascent Soul monks abandoned the Golden Pill disciples in the abyss of the Demon Realm. They could not count their hands and feet. Almost always, the Golden Pill disciples obeyed the Nascent Soul monks unconditionally, and they had never seen them dare to be on their heads.
What about Jindan disciples who are so arrogant by the boss?
Of course, maybe there have been, but they were all dead and fed the monsters, so I never saw them.
"Uncle Master, what are you worried about? I have seen such a useless nephew too much. I had one last time I had a training experience. The command of the warship was given to my nephew. He was still a cultivator of the third level of Nascent Soul. He...has the courage to do so.
Is it?"
The monk surnamed Jin laughed, but he couldn't even look at Ye Mo's increasingly ugly face.
The short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator is a mature spirit. It is impossible to tell that "Miao Qi" is a lonely demon cultivator. The so-called barefoot person is not afraid of wearing shoes. Such people are most likely to develop a desperate personality, and no one can get involved.
good.
In the eyes of the short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator, the little nephew in front of him was already a dead person, and his expression naturally became cold, and he turned around and left with his hands.
"Get up immediately after leaving."
Ye Mo had a calm face and returned to the cabin without looking back.
As soon as he stepped into the cabin, Ye Mo's eyes burst into coldness, and he had already labeled the death of this monk surnamed Jin.
The monk surnamed Jin had a background and could be tough, but others did not. He hesitated for a while before boarding the warship.
With the courage of a monk surnamed Jin, although he was not afraid of a low-level Nascent Soul cultivator, he still had to experience it, so he also boarded the warship.
Everyone arrived, Ye Mo's spiritual consciousness spread outside the warship, urging the token to command the warship to fly out of the Feitian Demon City.
Looking out from the Feitian Demon City, the demonic energy in the sky was already particularly strong. Unexpectedly, the demonic energy outside the world became even stronger, extremely domineering, eroding the bodies of living beings and chaotic spirits at all times.
Fortunately, there are formations in the warship itself that isolates the demonic energy. After all, not everyone practices pure demon skills, so it will be very troublesome to resist the erosion of demonic energy.
Under the gray-blue clouds, tens of thousands of warships rushed into the abyss of the Demon Realm one after another, and then significantly reduced their speed and altitude, and moved forward carefully.
The Demon Realm Abyss is located in the depths of the Southern Demon Continent. The cracked chasm is said to be hundreds of millions of miles long, almost tearing the continent apart. It is even more difficult to know how many cultivators have died here every ten years.
Danger.
Deep in the ground, there is the legendary monster lord - the Abyss Beast. This beast is not only powerful, but also has a long lifespan far than that of ordinary human races. The demon race is much longer, and it has been sleeping for hundreds of years.
Common things.
According to the records of the information, the Abyss Beast has fallen twice, each causing great turmoil among all forces, and frantically competing for the body of the Abyss Beast. Almost every time the turmoil is turbulent, the power structure of the Southern Demon Continent changes once.
But I don’t know why, every time a hundred years after the abyss beast falls, the same abyss beast will appear underground in the abyss of the Demon Realm.
However, although the Abyss Beast is terrible, Ye Mo was not worried that it would jump to the surface. And when he and others were just hunting monsters with lower levels, they would never dare to attack the Abyss Beast.
Even so, Ye Mo did not dare to slack off at all. Judging from the strength level of the monsters and demon clans, he was only at the tenth level of his life. Most monsters were not something he could deal with, so he had to be careful.
"Hmm? Nine-level monster?"
Ye Mo's expression moved and said to himself: "This time I come in is just for training and searching for resources. It is not easy for them to stay on the boat. Let them go down and fight with this monster."
"Buzz"
The warship vibrated slightly and suddenly stopped.
Ten Golden Elixir-stage disciples did not come to the cabin. They all came to the Demon Abyss, so how could they stay in the cabin? At this moment, I was surprised when I saw the warship stop. I couldn't help but find my spiritual sense and searched down.
past.
"The Blue Poison Sand Scorpion is a magic beast at the peak of the ninth level. If you start crazy, you will have a headache even if you have a demon cultivator in the Golden Pill stage."
"We are many people, just a ninth-level monster, it's nothing. Everyone, who will fight with me with this sand scorpion?"
"Haha, let's discuss it, I'll go first."
A loud curse came, and gradually drifted away. It was obvious that they all left the warship and went to hunt down the blue poisonous sand scorpion.
Ye Mo was idle and walked out of the cabin, standing on the deck with his hands in his arms, his sharp eyes pierced through the void, and he watched the situation below from a distance.
Ten high-level Golden Elixirs, the peak demon cultivators all flew down, holding magic weapons of different qualities in their hands. None of them was a top-level magic weapon, all of which were soul magic weapons, with spiritual pressure like a tide, instantly covering the square and circle.
Thousand miles of earth.
Suddenly there were so many demon cultivators, the blue poisonous sand scorpion could feel a hint of fear and fear. With a sharp voice, hesitated, shaking his two big pliers and the scorpion tail several meters long and retreating.
If it was one, two high-level Jindan cultivators of the human race, the blue poisonous sand scorpion were not afraid at all, but these ten Jindan-stage demon cultivators exceeded the limit that they could compete with, not to mention, these magic cultivators had a breath one by one.
Not simple.
"It's going to run away, Brother Zhao"
A golden elixir monk saw a blue and yellow mist surrounding the blue poisonous sand scorpion, and quickly shouted to another demon cultivator.
"Don't worry, it can't escape, hundreds of corpses gather tombs and drink."
The Jindan Demon Cultivator surnamed Zhao smiled coldly, and his hands were intertwined, and he instantly produced dozens of magic tricks. Finally, he clasped his hands together and suddenly fell to the ground.
Bang bang bang...
I saw nearly a hundred soil bundles suddenly bulging on the gray-blue earth, each of which was evaporated with a strong dead aura, the black fog scattered, and it was extremely hard at the same time.
The sand scorpion was about to run away, but he didn't expect that the digging not only did not dig out a passage, but instead a large bunch of soil rose up and flew it to the side. He was suddenly manic and suddenly screamed.
At this time, the soil bun exploded with a bang, and nearly a hundred pairs of rotten and smelly arms poked out from the exploded grave bag, and then nearly a hundred rotten corpses crawled out, roaring and pursing at the sand scorpion.
The sand scorpion screamed in fear, and the huge scorpion clamp burst out with more than 100,000 kilograms of force, sweeping away the rotten corpse in front of him and cutting it into pieces.
At this time, the scorpion tail also turned into a sharp long whip. With one wave, several rotten corpses were injured. In just a blink of an eye, the rotten corpses roared sadly, and a large amount of gray smoke surged into their bodies. For a few breaths
It turned into a pile of mud.
"What a domineering poison. This blue poisonous sand scorpion is not simple. Fight quickly and do not delay, and it will change if it is delayed."
Seeing this scene, the young demon cultivator who used the "Hundred Corpses to Begin the Tomb" changed his face. He knew that the rotten corpse he summoned could not drag the sand scorpion for a long time. He immediately started to drink a lot, and a seal with exquisite and retro shape in his hand was thrown out.
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At the same time, others did not dare to underestimate the monsters and fired out their own soul magic weapons. For a moment, the corpse energy in the sky was surging with demon energy. The terrible spiritual pressure was oppressing thousands of miles, and the ten soul magic weapons burst out with infinite power.
, completely seal the life of the blue poisonous sand scorpion.