Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Ye Xiaochuan once again came to the Xuanhuo Altar, the supreme holy land of the Demon Cult.

Compared with the past, there has been no change here.

The eternal Xuantian Holy Fire burned on the blue-black radiant rock of the Xuanhuo Altar. The steaming flames were like a fire dragon that kept jumping up and could never fly.

When Ye Xiaochuan saw the Xuantian Holy Fire for the first time, he was shocked by it.

Without any combustion aid, a large ball of blazing fire appeared out of thin air on a rock, and it has never been extinguished for thousands of years. If this is not a miracle, what else can it be?

Now Ye Xiaochuan still cannot explain the principle of the Xuantian Holy Fire, but he is no longer as surprised as he was back then.

It seems that many things have faded from his heart unconsciously.

On both sides of the Xuantian Holy Fire are the statues of the kind and gentle Holy Mother of the Netherworld, who saves all living beings, and the fierce and ferocious statues of the Kaitian Demon God.

The Holy Mother and the Demon God are like two extremes, one good and one evil, one beautiful and one ugly.

In fact, the great way is to be simple and return to the original.

The doctrines and beliefs of many schools in the world are interlinked.

The Virgin Mary and the Demon God are like the Yin and Yang believed by Taoists. The legends about them are very similar to the belief of the people in the Middle Earth that Pangu created the world and Nuwa made people out of clay.

There are many holes of different sizes on the rock walls around the huge Xuanhuo Altar, which store many valuable things of the Demon Cult.

Ye Xiaochuan had seen it here before. The high-level members of the Demon Cult took out the covenant signed by the ancestors of the various sects of the Demon Cult, which had been sealed for thousands of years, from an inconspicuous hole.

Presumably, the things stored in other holes are also important things of the same level as this mysterious covenant.

On the stone wall on one side, thousands of words are engraved in scattered pieces. It is the third volume of the Heavenly Book, the Heavenly Demon Chapter.

Seeing this text, Ye Xiaochuan remembered a memory that had been lost for many years.

After he secretly copied down the messy Heavenly Demon Chapter on the stone wall, he once urinated on the stone wall in front of Miss Tianwen.

Tianwen said that he was the only person who had urinated in the sacred Xuanhuo Altar in thousands of years.

And he was urinating on the stone wall of the Heavenly Book with the supreme mind and supernatural power engraved on it.

This is the greatest blasphemy against the Holy Mother Demon God, the Heavenly Demon Ancestor, and the faith of the Demon Cult.

But when Ye Xiaochuan thinks of this now, he still does not feel ashamed, but proud.

In the Xuanhuo Altar, in addition to Qi Lisi, there is also the Ice Qilin.

Qi Lisi chattered non-stop, saying that she had prayed for Ye Xiaochuan many times in front of the Holy Mother Demon God, and that was how she blessed Ye Xiaochuan to be safe.

Then she said that she was very powerful now and no longer needed protection from others, and asked Ye Xiaochuan to talk to Sister Tianwen and not let herself stay in the Xuanhuo Altar.

Ye Xiaochuan listened, but did not speak.

He was sad and reminiscing.

In fact, he was not the only one who returned to his hometown.

Ye Cha was also sad and reminiscing.

Compared with Ye Xiaochuan, Xuanhuotan was irreplaceable to Ye Cha.

Back then, Ye Cha was just a disciple of a small sect of the Demon Cult. He stood out in the ten-year-long Holy Temple Fight and got the opportunity to enter Xuanhuo Temple to study the Dragon Bone Heavenly Book passed down by the ancestors.

Ye Cha stayed here for three years.

From then on, he soared to the sky.

It can be said that if there were no three years here when he was young, there would be no rise of Ye Cha in the future.

His belief in the Holy Mother Demon God was devout.

Even if he was finally harmed by the people of the Demon Cult and ended up like this, he still did not change his belief in his heart.

Now after many years, he revisited the old place, and things have changed, which makes people sigh and feel sad.

After a long time, Ye Cha gradually woke up from his sadness.

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan was facing the stone wall of the Heavenly Book, standing silently.

Qi Lisi was still chattering away.

Ye Cha said: "Ice Qilin, it seems to be the demon king of the northern border, how could he be in the Holy Church?"

Ye Xiaochuan said slowly in his heart: "I forgot to tell you that this Qi Lisi in front of you is the new demon god of the northern barbarians in the world.

One of the important responders of the catastrophe.

More than ten years ago, it was she who beat the Kui Niu drum, which led to the catastrophe in the world today.

This ice Qilin has been following Qi Lisi all these years and protecting her closely."

"What..." Ye Cha was quite surprised.

Of course, Kui Niu drum is something.

It is the legendary heavenly treasure, the drum that urges the three realms to war.

Ye Cha never expected that the demon god of the northern barbarians, the new owner of the Kui Niu drum, was actually a little chatterbox with flaxen hair.

After a while, he sighed and said, "It seems that the world has really changed. I didn't expect that the person who was destined to be calamity was so young.

Qilisi is like this, and so are you."

Ye Xiaochuan said slowly in his heart: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation replaces the old. No matter when, the world belongs to the young.

You are old."

Ye Cha said hoarsely: "I am old, it turns out that I am really old, hehe..." Ye Cha's laughter was full of vicissitudes and sadness.

He was originally a peerless figure in the three realms of madness and demons.

As a result, Ye Xiaochuan's words "You are old" pulled him back to reality.

He is old.

This world no longer belongs to him.

Now some people still know that eight hundred years ago, there was a great demon named Ye Cha in the Demon Cult who slaughtered the world.

Will anyone still remember his name in another eight hundred years?

He is destined not to be as famous as the evil god or the wood god.

Qi Lisi said: "Rolling meat, why did you come to the temple? The temple has been in a mess these two days, and it seems to be all about you."

Ye Xiaochuan retracted his thoughts and said: "I thought it was about me, so I came to see it and visit a few friends I haven't seen for many years."

Qilisi smiled and said: "You still have a conscience. I talked about you with Sister Tianwen in the temple this evening. Sister Tianwen also missed you. If she knew you were here, she would be very happy!"

Ye Xiaochuan nodded.

Then she said, "How is Zuo Qiu?"

Qilisi's smile suddenly froze a little, and she said, "After being rescued, Sister Zuo Qiu was seriously injured and had been bedridden. After a few days of recuperation, her body recovered a little, but it seems..." Ye Xiaochuan was shocked and said, "After so many days, Zuo Qiu has not recovered yet?"

Qilisi shook her head and said, "I don't know what poison Xuantian Sect used on her. She is still very weak now.

Every night, Sister Tianwen and Uncle Changkong accompany her."

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart.

That day in Shenshan, Zuo Qiu didn't even say a word, and Ye Xiaochuan felt something was wrong.

At that time, I just thought that maybe Xuantian Sect had used a severe punishment on her.

Now it seems that things are probably not as simple as I thought.

Otherwise, with Zuo Qiu's cultivation, supplemented by the magic medicine of the Demon Sect, it is impossible that she has not recovered for so many days.