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The darker the sky was, the colder it was in the desert, the wind blew the sky full of yellow dust, and more and more sand covered the lanterns hanging outside the Shijia Inn, covering all the lights.

I haven't come back so late, it seems that I can't come back.

Shi Niang, who had no way to return the two hundred spirit stones, yawned after finishing today's accounts, and was about to go upstairs to tidy up the first room on the left on the second floor for new guests to move in.

Shi Niang has no regrets for that cute and silly young man who either died or was sold. There are too many such things in Hongsha Kingdom.

For her, the most important thing is to earn money, and earn enough money as soon as possible, so that she can get the forgiveness of Liu Hufa as soon as possible, and return to the magic gate, instead of staying in the red sand country to make clay figurines.

The Demon Gate's lair is in the Daxue Mountain in the Western Regions.

The Daxue Mountain runs through the vast desert of the Western Regions, and at the end of the yellow is the holy and flawless white, stretching continuously, like a white Great Wall, which cannot be infected even by wind and sand.

The top of the Daxue Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, the desert below the mountain is steaming, the top of the mountain drips into ice, and the snow does not melt all the year round.Thousands of demon monks live in this snow-capped mountain that looks like a giant white dragon entrenched above the desert.

On the desolate Gobi Desert, Lu Wuhui sat on a red camel and was on his way. His whole body was wrapped tightly in cloth, and a colorful red scarf was wrapped around his neck to his head, and then back again, hanging down in front of his body.

Around him, front, back, left, and right are all puppets trying to shield him from the wind and sand.

Two days ago, Lu Wuhui asked the golden core puppet to send a letter to Pang Yuan, the Nascent Soul demon cultivator who wanted to please him, saying that there was a cauldron furnace to be dedicated to him.

In the memory that Lu Wuhui saw, the golden core puppet often sent a cauldron to Pang Yuan, and every time Pang Yuan asked the golden core puppet to send him to a market town at the foot of the Daxue Mountain.

Same thing this time.

Because they are not Demon Sect monks, they cannot enter Daxue Mountain, so these market towns around Daxue Mountain have become places for Demon Sect monks to raise stoves, and there are special tripod buildings in the market towns.

When approaching the market town, Lu Wuhui separated from the Jindan puppet, let the Jindan puppet enter the market town, arrange the house, then pour out the people in the sack, wash the sand on their bodies, dress up, adjust their expressions, etc. Pang Yuan came over.

Lu Wuhui then entered the market town and stayed in the room next to the Jindan puppet.

The houses in the market town under the Daxue Mountain are much better than those in the Red Sand Country. The snow mountain blocks the wind and sand, and the houses here are very clean.

Lu Wuhui opened the window, and in the market town, one could see the Daxue Mountain when looking up, and the people of the market town regarded the Daxue Mountain as a holy place.

He stood in front of the window, silently looking at the very familiar Daxue Mountain. In his previous life, he lived in the Deepest Palace of Daxue Mountain for about 700 years.

In it, Liu Chunmian has collected more than 400 scripts for him, as well as his countless magic weapons and spirit stones.

But now, he can only look at his territory, but cannot enter.

He didn't even know if there was another "Lu Wuhui" reading his script, ordering his big housekeeper, and using his money.

Lowering his eyes, he saw a potted cactus on the table by the window. Lu Wuhui poked it, breaking all the thorns of the cactus, and whispered to himself: "If you let me know who sent me here... "

Speaking of this, Lu Wuhui's face was cold.

On the night of the second day in the market town, Pang Yuan came.

Lu Wuhui was meditating with his eyes closed, quietly watching the situation in the opposite room through his spiritual consciousness.

Fragrant smoke has already risen from the incense burner in the house, and the well-dressed "stove tripod" is lying on the couch.

Pang Yuan, who opened the door, looked like he was in his 30s, dressed as a scribe, with a cold face, quite similar to the face Lu Wuhui saw in the memory of the Jindan puppet.

"Why did you light the incense?" Pang Yuan noticed the difference from before as soon as he entered.

The golden core puppet who went up to meet it laughed a few times, "Hey, isn't this just for fun, it just happened, and I ordered it for you by the way."

Pang Yuan scanned over and found that it was indeed a spice to add to the fun, and it was not mixed with anything else, his face softened a little.He knew that these people would never have the guts to harm him, but out of caution, he checked carefully.

"Forget it this time, don't do unnecessary things in the future." Pang Yuan reprimanded.

The Jindan puppet is busy, hey, it should be.

Lu Wuhui's spiritual consciousness swept across Pang Yuan's body inch by inch. He used his cultivation at the Jindan stage to stimulate his spiritual consciousness at the Mahayana stage, so naturally he couldn't do it as smoothly as before.

Pang Yuan's cultivation base is higher than his, although he can't find that someone is penetrating into every inch of his blood and meridians with spiritual sense, he may be able to feel subtle abnormalities.

But the fun spices made Pang Yuan smoked.

Sitting cross-legged, Lu Wuhui was expressionless and very patient. The gorgeous robes draped over his body were piled up on the couch, like sunset clouds.

Lingtai, dantian, limbs, internal organs, swept inch by inch.When Hua Xianghan's demon seed is planted into the human body, it doesn't stay in the abdomen, but swims all over the body until it grows, and then it breaks out from the dantian.

Lu Wuhui condensed his consciousness on Pang Yuan's heart, there was a small hazy red spot, which almost merged with the blood, even the breath was the same as Pang Yuan's.

It turned out to be here.

Lu Wuhui thought, Hua Xianghan's kung fu is really unique, if he hadn't signed a soul contract with Hua Xianghan, it would be difficult to be sure that it was a demon seed parasitic on Pang Yuan.

Thinking of this, Lu Wuhui remembered what was written in "Cultivation of the Realm: Domination of the World" in the memory of the soul of another world. Xie Daozhen, who changed his name to Long Batian, later fell in love with Hua Xianghan and became husband and wife.

That Long Batian must not know that the moment he married Hua Xianghan, he already had tens of thousands of cheap children, and he probably already had Hua Xianghan's demon seed in his belly.

It's a pity that in his previous life, Xie Daozhen's temperament suddenly changed drastically, he lost all his charms, and changed his real name back, and he didn't meet and marry Hua Xianghan as written in "Cultivation of Truth: Dominating the World".

Otherwise, when Xie Daozhen came to fight with him, he would be able to mock Xie Daozhen.

After all, he is dignified and dignified, and he does not bully pregnant people.

Lu Wuhui stood up and took out the golden bell from the mustard ring.

Pang Yuan is just a Nascent Soul cultivator, he can only move around the Daxue Mountain, and he will never see Hua Xianghan who lives in the depths of the Daxue Mountain.

Lu Wuhui shook the golden bell, and the silent ringtone came into the minds of the two golden core puppets.The faces of the two golden core puppets twisted for a moment, and then they returned to rigidity.

Lu Wuhui picked up the golden bell, and his figure disappeared.

In the room, Pang Yuan had just opened the brocade curtain in front of the couch, when an indescribable pain suddenly exploded from between his brows, as if a sharp knife was constantly chopping his soul.

Soul attack!

Pang Yuan's face was distorted, and the sound of the wind came from behind, he staggered away, and barely cast a spell to fight back.

The two Golden Core puppets retreated.

"How dare you do this!" Pang Yuan saw the face of the Jindan puppet clearly, his eyes were resentful.

The Jindan puppet didn't care about the pain, and spit blood expressionlessly and rushed forward again.

The three of them wrestled together.

Pang Yuan endured the unbearable pain in his soul, and finally found an opportunity to take out the magic weapon from the mustard ring, and prepared to kill the two betrayers here.

At this moment, a voice as cold as ice, as if from Gao Tian Gu Yue, suddenly sounded behind him.

"Pang Yuan, a disciple of the Demon Sect?"

Pang Yuan's body froze immediately. Where did he hear this voice?

The Demon Sect Grand Ceremony, on the top of the snow-capped mountain, he looked up from below, the master of the Demon Sect standing high above the crowd, the red robe fluttered like fire and clouds, and his voice was as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

"Entering my Demon Sect is a disciple of the Demon Sect..."

Pang Yuan turned his head slowly, as if he could hear the creaking sound of his neck twisting. When he finally saw the figure behind him from the corner of his eye, his pupils shrank violently!

The person behind him has black hair in a red robe, eyebrows like paint, skin like snow, lips like blood, and mighty as hell, exactly the same as the demon king he saw on the top of the snow mountain!

"Respect... Your Majesty..."

How could the Demon Lord be here!

Pang Yuan's mind went blank.

Lu Wuhui, who had regained his original appearance, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes indifferent, and he stared coldly at Pang Yuan, who lost his mind for a moment due to shock and bewilderment.

All he wanted was for Pang Yuan to lose his mind.

Bloody coldness suddenly appeared!It illuminated Pang Yuan's frightened face.

"Ah!" Pang Yuan, who was attacked by the soul again and lost the ability to resist, spattered blood on his neck.

Lu Wuhui picked up the long knife, which was stained with blood, and kicked the corpse down.

"You are not the lord!" Pang Yuan screamed, Yuanying escaped from the body and controlled the divine light, "If you dare to pretend to be the lord under the snowy mountain, the Demon Sect will let you live or die!"

Pang Yuan gritted his teeth, after Lu Wuhui made a move, he knew that this person was only a Golden Core Stage!It's a pity he knew it too late!

"Wait until I get back to Daxueshan—"

Pang Yuan thought that he could escape, and there was no way for the Golden Core cultivator to keep the Nascent Soul.

But there is no return to Lu.

Pang Yuan's thoughts were not as fast as Lu Wuhui's. The golden bell swayed, and Lu Wuhui's hand was like lightning, pinching the sluggish Yuanying, and pointed at Yuanying's eyebrows.