Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

wilderness.

Located deep in the continent, it is an endless primeval forest.

Since the beginning of human history, no human has dared to go deep into the wilderness, and there are many different versions of the legend about it.

But the most convincing version is that there is an ancient battlefield in the wasteland. Legend has it that immortals and demons had a great battle here a hundred thousand years ago. In that battle, countless powerful immortals and demons died, and their residual souls lingered, forming a unique space that only those who are at the level of God Transformation or above can enter.

"So, Senior, did you bring me here to let me die?"

After listening to the masked man's introduction to the wasteland, Youhuang's first reaction was that he wanted her to come and die. With her level of cultivation, she could not get close to the ancient battlefield.

The masked man handed over a roasted pheasant and said with a smile, "If I want you to die, I can just kill you somewhere and bury you there. It would be much easier. Why bring you all the way here and kill you? Do you think I have nothing to do?"

You Huang took out the whole chicken, took a big bite and said, "Then why did you bring me here, Senior? To watch you guys grab the treasure and I'll cheer you on from the side?"

"You don't want the Soul Bathing Grass." The masked man threw away the bamboo stick with a piece of pheasant meat still hanging on it and said with a smile, "There are a lot of them in the ancient tombs. You can have as many as you want. If you can't use them all, you can take them to the ghost market to exchange for Soul Stones. With Soul Stones, you can easily build your foundation."

"At least two-thirds of what you said is lies."

After saying this, You Huang took another bite of pheasant meat, chewed it slowly and swallowed it before saying, "If you don't explain clearly, I will never go to the tomb."

The masked man smiled sarcastically and said, "With your cultivation level, you can only enter the first level of the mausoleum, pick some worthless spiritual herbs, and pick up some rags to play with. I brought you here just to prevent you from selling off Elder Xue's things for spiritual stones and accidentally selling the Qinshen Bell at a low price."

"Xue Lao..." Hearing this address, You Huang asked curiously, "Could it be that the old Taoist nun is the legendary Fairy of the Snow Sea?"

"Why, Elder Xue never introduced herself to you?" the masked man asked in surprise. You Huang nodded immediately and said, "Except for explaining the hexagrams, the old Taoist nun rarely speaks."

The masked man hesitated and said, "I don't know much, I only know that she participated in the great war between immortals and demons a hundred thousand years ago."

You Huang was confused after hearing this. In her previous life, she had practiced magic for more than a hundred years, but she had not seen any record of this great war between immortals and demons in the history of magic.

"There is a sentence in the record of the great war between immortals and demons that I don't quite understand." The masked man glanced at the frown on his face and said calmly, "The demons that were destroyed were not the demons of this world. How do you understand this sentence?"

Did you ask the wrong person? How would she know such a thing?

You Huang thought about it carefully and said, "There are two ways to interpret the meaning of the word: First, they are not demons from the same era, but possibly demons sealed in ancient times; second, these demons do not belong to our world, but come from another world."

If I die, I can be reborn in this time and space, so naturally the devil can also come to this world.

After listening to You Huang's understanding, the masked man did not immediately express his opinion. Instead, he was silent for a long time before saying, "Why do you think that demons come from another world?"

"The Buddhist scriptures say there are three thousand small worlds. Maybe our world is one of them." You Huang made up a story without thinking: "Of course, this is just a guess. Whether there are really three thousand small worlds, I am afraid only Buddha and God know."

"The senior said that this was an ancient battlefield from 100,000 years ago. Why did the powerful demon cultivator build a mausoleum here? Don't you think it's unlucky?"

How could Youhuang not know that the reason why the powerful demon cultivators built their mausoleums on the edge of the ancient battlefield was that they must have wanted to use the power of Feng Shui to absorb a large amount of demonic energy to help themselves revive. Some even faked their deaths and hid away to practice.

"You think this place is unlucky, but maybe the demon cultivators here like it very much."

The masked man smiled meaningfully and said, "After you finish eating, take a rest. We will go to the tomb tomorrow. Go back early so that your parents won't worry."

Youhuang obediently finished off a pheasant quickly, washed it in the nearby stream, and then went into the tent.

Looking at the soft bed, You Huang couldn't help but sigh at the advantages of the storage ring: you can put as much as you want and whatever you want.

There are many tents like this nearby. Looking at the flags hanging in front of the camp, you can tell that these people belong to different sects. Only she and the masked man have no sect or school. They are alone in a tent and look very weak and alone.

"Senior, with so many people coming to rob, can you defeat them all by yourself?" Youhuang asked in a low voice across the tent, afraid that people nearby would hear.

"My goal is different from theirs." The masked man smiled as he sat in front of the fire. "They went to the tomb for spiritual stones, spiritual herbs, elixirs, and various kinds of burial implements, but my goal is just a sword."

Youhuang said "oh" and didn't ask what kind of sword it was. It would be useless to ask anyway.

"Why don't you ask what kind of sword I want?" Youhuang didn't ask, but the masked man took the initiative to ask.

"It doesn't matter to me even if I know what kind of sword it is." You Huang said without hesitation, "I won't touch anything beyond the scope of the task."

"You haven't even seen it, how do you know it's beyond your ability?" The masked man asked with amusement. You Huang sighed and said, "A sword that can catch your eye must be a spiritual treasure of the fifth rank or above. Otherwise, it's not worth it for you to take action."

"It's the Devil Sword Skycry."

"what?"

When he suddenly heard the name of the sword, You Huang was so excited that he almost rolled off the bed.

Tianqi was her sword in her previous life, but now she couldn't remember how Tianqi became her sword.

"You've heard of this sword!"

There was a hint of surprise in the masked man's tone.

You Huang said slowly, "This sword is recorded in the old nun's notes."

"It is said that it was originally a fairy sword or a divine sword. Because it was slayed on the battlefield, it was stained with too much demonic blood and demonic energy. After the death of the original owner, the sword spirit fell into the devil. Since then, there has been one more demonic sword in the world."

"What was the name of Tianqi's original owner?" the masked man asked calmly.

"There is no record in the old nun's notes." You Huang answered truthfully. Of course the old nun didn't record it. She made it all up on the spot.

Suddenly remembering something, You Huang yawned and said, "I have another question. I have known you for such a long time, but I have never asked you for your Dharma name."

"My cultivation is too low, my Dharma name is not worth mentioning, and my surname has been hidden since I joined the sect." The masked man looked at the starry sky and said, "When we disciples of the immortal sect walk outside, we usually choose a character from the sect's name as our surname. You can call me Venerable Snow."

Hearing this, You Huang sneered silently...

In the world of cultivation, there are so many sects with the word "snow" in their names that they are as numerous as snow flying in the sky.

The masked man was unwilling to reveal his identity, and You Huang did not continue to ask. Anyway, once the matter here was over, they would never have any contact in the future.