Suddenly, a horse roared and ran to Dulong's side, stamping its feet uneasily. Dulong was overjoyed and stepped forward to grab the reins, jumped up and sat on the horse.
"drive!"
Dulong shouted loudly and slapped the horse's belly with both feet. The horse understood and started running quickly.
Those ferocious beasts that were just about to make a move immediately stopped hesitating and started chasing Du Long all the way.
As the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. As a Taoist martial artist, even if Dulong was seriously injured, he was not something that these ferocious beasts from Wangyue Mountain could abuse at will.
Phew!
Dulong saw the opportunity, turned around, and swung out a sword. The sword light instantly cut off a forest behind him. The few unlucky beasts rushing in the front were unable to dodge, and were knocked to the ground by the sword light.
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Woo!
A wolf roar came from behind.
Dulong sneered, even a wolf pack with a hundred years of history dared to attack him.
Sure enough, after the wolf roared, the rear became quiet. Thinking of it, that sword made the wolves behind realize that Du Long was not easy to deal with, and they retreated knowingly.
Talking about Dulong, he ran all the way down the mountain. When he arrived at the Magic City, it was already dawn and the city gate had just opened.
Enduring the severe pain of the wound, Dulong went straight to the medicine store in the magic city and bought some elixirs to stop bleeding and heal the wound. Then, he found an inn to rest for the time being.
After a day of rest and recuperation, Dulong felt a little better and couldn't wait to leave the inn to find out if anything major had happened in the Magic City in the past two days.
In order not to alert others, Dulong did not dare to inquire directly from the people in the Demon City Guard Camp or the Demon Valley. If his identity was revealed, he would inevitably provoke the assassins to continue their pursuit.
Therefore, I had to wait in places like teahouses and restaurants. If something big happened, it would definitely spread around the world.
Soon, Dulong was in a restaurant and heard the diners talking about the anecdotes that happened at the gate of the city yesterday.
"Have you heard? Yesterday, the master of the Demon Valley rescued a Demon Valley disciple at the North City Gate."
"Who is the owner of the Demon Valley? He was rescued by the leader of the Demon City Guard Camp. Moreover, he was rescued from the Tang Gang."
"That's right! Who is the owner of the Demon Valley? How can he snatch people from the Tang Gang? They must have been rescued by the guards."
"Well, that's right. Only people from the Wu Sect have this ability."
"That's for sure! Do you know who that Demon Valley disciple is?"
"Who?"
"He is the direct disciple of the Demon Valley Master! I heard that he is from Shangguan Pavilion."
"Oh, no wonder the escort battalion took action."
When Dulong heard this, his depressed mood suddenly became much lighter. Although many of the rumors were exaggerated and adulterated, the facts were certainly not much different.
However, when he heard the word "Tang Gang", Dulong's heart still skipped a beat.
After resting in the magic city for ten days, Dulong recovered 60 to 70% of his injuries. He randomly found a caravan in the city heading to the Nine Halls, got a job as a guard, and then went north with the caravan.
We took a roundabout way and rushed to Caiyun City.
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Let’s talk about Du Xuan.
On my first night in Magic Valley, I fell asleep earlier than expected.
From ignorance to now, it has never been as thrilling as it is today, with life hanging by a thread. Now that my life has been saved, I finally feel relaxed, both physically and mentally. I can sleep peacefully, and I feel how lucky I am to be alive.
thing.
The next day, Mao hour.
Du Xuan still woke up as usual. This habit of getting up early for three years may not be changed in the future.
I came to the courtyard, stretched out, and looked at the still dark night sky and the dark valley. I rested for the night, and only then did I have the leisure to recall the scenes of yesterday.
Wave after wave of assassins, wave after wave of guards, Dufu disciples who fell one after another. There was also Ah San who risked his life to save himself, and the leader in black who sacrificed his life for himself...
Now he is just a demon cultivator who has just entered the demon cultivator. Compared with any dead martial arts guard, his value is far different.
Thinking of this, Du Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and blame himself.
In fact, I can't help but feel a little regretful. If I had known better, I would have just become a useless person, and would not have caused the death of so many high-level disciples of the Du family.
He was no longer the hope of the Du Mansion and could no longer shoulder the important task of revitalizing the Du Mansion. However, his father and grandfather still secretly sent experts to protect him.
However, what qualifications do you have to enjoy such treatment?
For more than half a year, I foolishly thought that my father and grandfather no longer cared about me and had forgotten about me.
Looking at the pale sky, I don't know when Du Xuan had two lines of hot tears hanging on his face, and his fists were clenched tightly.
From a martial arts genius to a cripple, and now to a demon cultivator, what a huge gap it is.
The assassins of Wangyue Mountain and the guards who fell one after another were all Dufu martial arts masters secretly sent by their father and grandfather to protect them!
Be it disparity or hatred, they all deeply hurt and impacted this little boy.
Then, I thought of Old Zeng again, that nasty old man!
If it hadn't been for him, I would have gone very far on the road of martial arts, and Du Fu's White Level Qi Technique Mountain Sea Fire Scroll would not have been destroyed in my hands!
Revenge, you must take revenge! Kill that man Zeng Lao! You must also avenge the dead guard of the Du Mansion and the dead Asan!
You must take back all the glory that once belonged to you!
Let everything start over again.
Thinking of this, Du Xuan's slightly childish face became more determined.
Demon cultivator, now the last straw.
Slowly taking out the colorful sandalwood stick, Du Xuan looked at it carefully, then injected the demonic energy into it, and suddenly used **Escape in the direction of the courtyard gate.
Hearing a "swish" sound, Du Xuan instantly backed up and was so frightened that he quickly stopped. The courtyard in front was now enveloped by the huge black mist.
Stopping his steps, Du Xuan chuckled with satisfaction. After encountering yesterday's assassination, he had completely mastered this escape, which was an unexpected surprise.
Then, Du Xuan sat down on the ground again and began to circulate the demonic energy. At this moment, the intensity of the demonic energy in his body was only equivalent to the martial energy in his meridians when he was in the eighth realm.
Mr. Zeng, who was regarded as a great magician, actually said that his demonic energy was stronger than his. Thinking of this, Du Xuan couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly, and unconsciously despised the demonic cultivator again.
Mr. Zeng said that there is no way to cultivate demonic energy, only to improve the demonic consciousness. Du Xuan didn't believe it. Even if he circulated the demonic energy, he would guide the demonic energy to circulate in the body as described in the first layer of the Mountain and Sea Fire Scroll.
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Demonic energy is much easier to control than martial energy, even without the use of demonic consciousness. In less than half a moment, Du Xuan had guided the demonic energy and practiced on the first level of the Mountain and Sea Fire Scroll.
However, when I checked the demonic energy in my body, there was no change at all.
Du Xuan, who was stubborn and somewhat stubborn, refused to give in and started practicing again.
But this time, it was faster to roll up the first layer of mountain and sea fire and run it for the entire week. However, the demonic energy in the meridians remained unchanged.
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded: "It's useless."