Family cultivation of immortality: from Fairy Cat Valley to the Nine Divine Realms

Henry Zhang felt like the world was spinning, and his whole body was being torn apart uncontrollably.

For a few breaths, stop.

Henry Zhang shook his head, regained his clarity, and got down from the teleportation array.

This time, Henry Zhang felt that it was farther than the last time he was teleported from Fortress City to the Bone Desert battlefield, at least more than a million miles away.

"I'll take a few of them to see my Holy Son." Fan Zhiyi said respectfully.

"Thank you, Hall Master Fan."

Fan Zhiyi drove the flying boat and carried several people forward.

On the flying boat, Henry Zhang was stunned by the vastness and prosperity of Tianmo City.

I saw buildings hundreds of feet high in Tianmo City rising from the ground, reaching straight into the sky.

There is also a third-level spiritual vein in the city.

The spiritual energy was so strong that it could hardly be dispersed.

Compared with it, Fairy Cat Valley is really a world of difference.

Henry Zhang believed that even if he did nothing in Tianmo City, he would still make faster progress than sitting in the Immortal Cat Valley and practicing hard.

What is even more shocking is that in the inner city of Tianmo City, a long river is surrounding like a giant python, traversing the entire Tianmo City.

On the long river, tall buildings and boats floated, brightly lit.

On both sides of the long river, there are shops selling various rare spiritual materials.

"This... this Demonic City is too prosperous!" Henry Zhang was shocked.

He had never seen such a glorious and gorgeous city.

"That's the Moyuan River. Tianmo City was built on the old site of Demon City. Thousands of years ago, the Demon City was under the control of Yuan Ying Daxiu. It was a hundred times more prosperous than it is now. Unfortunately, the forces have changed. Now Tianmo City has become Beichen Cave World. An ordinary force under its jurisdiction." Fan Zhiyi's voice was calm.

However, Henry Zhang felt more or less a trace of regret and unwillingness from the other party.

Demonic City has a vast territory.

Further ahead, dozens of peaks rise from the ground.

"The peak in front is Thousand Demons Peak, where the Holy Son is." Fan Zhiyi pointed to a tall peak and said.

Henry Zhang saw a mountain thousands of feet high, like an ax carving a knife.

The flying boat flew straight up and reached the highest point of Thousand Demon Peaks.

"Hahaha, Brother Henry Zhang, you are finally here, I miss you so much!" Moko's hearty laughter came from the top of Thousand Demons Peak.

Henry Zhang jumped off the flying boat, clasped his fists and said, "Brother Moke, long time no see."

"Let's go, take you to a good place, we won't come back until we get drunk!"

Moko waved his hand, and a huge innate path mark appeared.

Mo Ke and Zhang Xuan were floating in the shadow of a long river, drifting away into the distance.

"Brother Moke, where are you taking me? My people are all waiting at Thousand Demons Peak."

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Don't you feel relieved that Hall Master Fan is entertaining them? I'll take you to a good place and experience the style of my Demonic City."

After a while, we arrived above the Moyuan River.

On the Moyuan River, tall buildings and ships appear side by side.

Mo Ke and Zhang Xuan landed on the most luxurious building boat. There were three big characters written on the top of the building boat - Red Sleeve Move.

"Brother Moko, where is this place?"

"The balcony is dancing wonderfully, the clouds and rain are half-dressed, brother Henry Zhang, this is a good place."

"We are about to enter the Demonic Abyss. Now we should be practicing hard and preparing. How can we waste time in a place like this?"

"Isn't it possible to practice hard here?" Moko said with a smile.

At this time, a group of monks saw Moko dressed in white and appearing in the red sleeves. They were all extremely respectful and clasped their fists and said, "I have seen the Holy Son."

"Everyone, have fun, don't let me disturb the fun." Moko greeted.

Moko, dressed in white, looks more like a bohemian and free-spirited person among the crowd.

The female nuns in red sleeves also leaned against the window one by one to catch a glimpse of the Holy Son.

At this time, an old woman wearing gorgeous clothes walked over quickly.

"Oh, I heard the magpies chirping in the morning. It turned out to be the Holy Son. The Holy Son's light illuminated the candles, which made my red sleeves shine brighter for a moment." The old woman said with a flattering look on her face.

"Mother Wang, is the oiran Fairy Yueyao here? This brother of mine said he wants to practice hard at your place."

"Hard cultivation..." All the female cultivators around them were beaming with smiles.

Henry Zhang felt uncomfortable all over in this place.

He was just a spiritual farmer in his early years. Later he rose up and spent his time in hard training. He never saw such a battle.

When Mother Wang heard that the Holy Son asked Fairy Yueyao by name, she said in embarrassment: "Shengzi, it's not like you don't know Fairy Yueyao's temper. If you're in a good mood, come over and play a song. If you're in a bad mood, even I, an old woman, can't do anything. Not her."

"What? Fairy Yueyao is in a bad mood? Who offended our oiran?"

"Isn't this the Heavenly Demonic Abyss about to open? Fairy Yueyao insisted on entering, but was directly rejected by the Great Elder of Zhangquan Peak. Now she is still getting angry."

"I just want to go to Tianmoyuan. I'll go and intercede with Elder Wu. That's right."

"If the Holy Son can pass a message to Elder Wu, then our Yue Yao will get his wish this time. I will tell Yue Yao the good news immediately."

Mother Wang returned to the attic and soon brought a beautiful female cultivator over.

"Fairy Yueyao..."

A group of male cultivators gathered around to watch.

Henry Zhang looked over and was also shocked.

"Golden elixir cultivation..."

Fairy Yueyao turned out to be a golden elixir monk.

I saw her black hair hanging down to her waist, her front and back curved, her tall and straight waist, wearing a red belt, and her face was extremely beautiful with a hint of enchantment.

Especially those hands, the fingertips are slender and swaying with infinite grace.

At this time, Moko handed a handkerchief to Henry Zhang.

"What?" Henry Zhang was confused.

"Wipe the rash on your mouth."

"Boring!" Henry Zhang rolled his eyes at him, but he still wiped the corners of his mouth unconsciously with his hand.

Fairy Yueyao walked slowly and walked up to the Holy Son.

Yue Yao is dressed in red and looks stunning.

Moko is wrapped in white clothes, with jade trees facing the wind.

A gust of wind came.

Their clothes were flying and their skirts were fluttering.

The two young and talented people stood opposite each other like a pair of beautiful people.

This scene is picturesque, but unfortunately there is Henry Zhang between the two.

The monks saw that this monk, who was in the middle of the two geniuses, was only in the early stages of physical training and foundation building. He was hunched over and looking embarrassed, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

"Who is that person?"

"Where did this guy come from?"

"Hear the Son call him brother."

"Is it just him? Is he worthy of being called a brother to the Holy Son? That's too far behind."

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Henry Zhang felt waves of malice coming from around him.

He felt as if he had been stripped naked and roasted on a fire.

"Fairy Yueyao, my brother wants to do some hard training with you. I wonder if you have any free time?" Mo Ke asked, putting his arm on Henry Zhang's shoulder.

"That's not what I meant!" Henry Zhang felt an unknown anger in his heart.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have gone out with Moko.

Fairy Yueyao was bejeweled and glanced at Henry Zhang, her eyes moving.

"First time here?" Yue Yaokai asked, slightly opening her red lips.