Demon Venerable attaches great importance to

In the depths of the flames, a tall figure sat cross-legged.

In just an instant, Lu Wuhui came in front of this person.

"Li Wuke."

This person is Li Wuke, the Great Protector of the Demon Sect.According to common sense, when Li Wuke received Liu Chunmian's summons, he should find him and Xie Daozhen as soon as possible, and reconcile with him and Xie Daozhen.But for some reason, Li Wuke appeared in the ground fire.

What Li Wuke practiced was not the fire method, and the earth fire was harmful to him.

Lu Wuhui didn't act rashly.At this time, Gu Shenjing hanging in his altar was very active, full of hostility towards Li Wuke.

Lu Wuhui raised two fingers together, and under the protection of the Gushen mirror, he pointed towards Li Wuke's eyebrows, but when he stopped three inches from the eyebrows, he was blocked by Li Wuke's protective energy, unable to move forward.

Lu Wuhui was not surprised, and drew a spell directly.As the master of the magic gate, he has some methods for protecting the law.

Once the spell is completed, the protective qi immediately dissipates.

But the spell also awakened Li Wuke.He opened his eyes, a strange red glow flickered, and he raised his hand to grab Lu Wuhui's neck.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Wuhui's two fingers also touched Li Wuke's eyebrows.

Li Wuke showed a look of struggle, and a little clarity emerged.The surrounding ground suddenly shook.The ground fire is raging, but there is still a little coolness between the eyebrows.

"I am... Li Wuke... the magic gate... there is a difference here... the fairy artifact is... fake... speed... speed away..." Li Wuke's words were broken, his mind was already in chaos, and he couldn't judge the person in front of him at all. Whoever it is, can only seize the time to spread the important news.

Red light danced in Li Wuke's pupils.The change here seems to have disturbed the unknown.Lu Wuhui quickly noticed that something was waking up below.

"boom!"

Li Wuke shot out suddenly, and slapped the vigilant Lu Wuhui.

Lu Wuhui retreated tens of feet, and the aura fire bird perched on his hair instantly collapsed.

His cultivation base has not recovered, and this palm suffered a big loss.The pale face turned bright red, Lu Wuhui's body was churning with qi and blood, and he swallowed the blood that had welled up his throat.

Lu Wuhui's face was very ugly.

"There are people fighting below." As soon as Mo Jiuyin entered the ground fire layer, he sensed that the fire aura below was very active, and the spiritual pressure was oscillating.

Han Dan's body froze, and his falling speed suddenly accelerated, and he passed Mo Jiuyin in the blink of an eye, without hesitating to burn his own blood.

Mo Jiuyin was slightly stunned, looked at Han Dan's escape, frowned, grabbed a shrill howling ghost and threw it into the mouth of the ghosts and gods who were on their way.The ghost with sharp horns chewed and ate the ghost in two or three bites, the mist condensed into black lines, and Mo Jiuyin's figure disappeared in an instant.

After Mo Jiuyin's figure disappeared, a weak golden light in the ground fire grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a man with a strong figure.

Xiao Ji took a deep breath, remembering the sound transmission Lu Er gave him.

"Don't say too much, after you leave here, avoid Mo Jiuyin and Han Dan, fly straight up, and jump down when you see the trench!"

Xiao Ji's brain is not very flexible, and he knows it himself.What fly up, jump when you see the trench, isn't he in the trench now?

Since he couldn't figure it out, Xiao Ji stopped thinking about it.Since Lu Er asked him to do this, he must have his own intentions, so he just obediently obeyed.

Lu Wuhui finally spat out the blood he had endured for a long time.He and Li Wuke slapped each other with a blank face, and when he lowered his head, the dark shadow in the depths of the ground fire was getting closer and closer.

"Li Wuke, do you recognize me?" Lu Wuhui asked.

There was no red light in Li Wuke's eyes, and his black eyes were indifferent, as if he was still the guardian of the magic sect who obeyed his orders.

"Master's mortal enemy." Li Wuke's voice remained unchanged.

Lu Wuhui showed no expression, only he knew how much killing intent was in his heart.

"Who is your master?"

The Ceres mirror flickered clear.

Li Wuke showed a struggling look again, and he frowned in pain, "...Master...hasn't arrived yet...I need to wait for the best time..."

Lu Wushi evaded Li Wuke's attack and changed the question, "Who are you?"

"I am..." Li Wuke stopped suddenly, and hissed, "I am...a silly slave..."

Silly slave——A powerful and muddled monk that Long Batian met in the later stage of "Cultivation of Immortals: Dominating the World", Long Batian took the opportunity to take him as a slave.

"No—" Li Wuke slapped the ground fire with his palm, and the fire wave surged up to a height of thousands of feet, falling like a meteor. "I am the Demon Gate—"

"You are the Great Protector of the Demon Sect." Lu Wuhui said in a deep voice. "It is the No.1 around me"

Li Wuke stared at him blankly, motionless, and the red light appeared in his eyes again.

The dark shadows in the depths of the fire appeared one after another.

They were dressed in black robes, the corners of which were bloodshot embroidered with red thread.

They are all disciples of the Demon Sect who entered the barren sea.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, why don't you see fellow Daoist Zhang?" The one who spoke was a female cultivator, her face was covered with yin, but her face was that of an acquaintance—the female cultivator Yanqiu who entered the barren sea with Lu Wuhui.Beside her are the baby-faced Cui Yuan and sword repairer Liang Feiwu.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, why don't you see fellow Daoist Zhang?" The different faces spoke in unison at this moment, even the curvature of the corners of the mouth was exactly the same.

More and more people poured out from the ground fire, among them were disciples of the Feixian sect in white robes embroidered with silver stars, and there were casual cultivators from the Western Regions dressed in weird ways.

Some of them even had big holes in their chests, and their internal organs could be seen clearly, but they didn't feel anything, and their eyes were fixed on him.

When Mo Jiuyin arrived, this was what he saw.

Mo Jiuyin opened his eyes wide and scanned these monks who looked like living corpses.

The sacrifices he and Han Dan made to the immortal weapon spirit were quite a few, and they were all here.In addition, there are his confidantes who did not intend to sacrifice.

But the most conspicuous thing here is the man in the red robe who was surrounded.

How can it be?

How can it be!

Mo Jiuyin had already met Lu Er through Yan Xing'an's memory.But seeing it with my own eyes is even more unbelievable.How could it be like this?Although the appearance is different, the momentum is exactly the same.Mo Jiuyin almost subconsciously wanted to go forward and say hello.

But soon Mo Jiuyin realized that even if this person in the ground fire looked like Venerable Wuhui, his cultivation could not deceive anyone.This person is only at the stage of transforming into a god. Although his aura is extraordinary, he does not have the unfathomable feeling of Venerable Wuhui.

Mo Jiuyin shifted his gaze, and was caught off guard by Li Wuke who was in a frozen state.

Mo Jiuyin: "..."

The sharp-horned ghosts and spirits who accompanied the master felt the ups and downs of the master's mood, and looked at the encircling circle in fear.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, where is Zhang San?" They asked in unison again.

A voice suddenly emerged from the bottom of Mo Jiuyin's heart, weak and vicious: "Catch him, and ask him where he learned the flying cactus from..."

What answered them was Lu Wuhui's sneer and Lu Wuhui's constantly improving cultivation.

Lu Wuhui directly forcibly raised his cultivation to the void stage.

A bright white light lit up in the red sea of ​​flames, and the white light became more and more intense. Everyone's faces were shrouded in a hazy haze of light. The Dao Lun sounded suddenly, and white light poured out from the palm of Lu Wuhui, Lu Wuhui Looking down at them indifferently and haughtily in the dazzling white light.

Even the expression is exactly the same.

Mo Jiuyin was in a daze for a moment, and couldn't help calling out the honorific title: "My lord..."

Lu Wuhui forced back these strange enemies who didn't know whether they were dead or alive, reached out and grabbed Li Wuke's neck, cast a spell into it, picked it up and left.

He is not in good condition now, and his cultivation base in the void stage is forcibly raised, and it cannot last long at all. After time passes, he can only be slaughtered.

Lu Wuhui wants to leave, but some people want to keep him.

Han Dan, who has been hiding in the dark and laying out the formation, finally connected all the formation flags to form an extremely complicated and trapped formation. Hundreds of arched beams of spiritual light suddenly appeared, and the prohibitions intertwined, like an upside-down tureen. Caged here.

The forbidden light swept over Lu Wuhui's body, and Lu Wuhui's figure froze when he broke through, and there were many restrictions on him, as if sealing this place.

"Flying Immortal Sect's Forbidden Spirit Formation."

Lu Wuhui paused, glanced at the crowd who came up again, and saw Han Dan, the elder of Feixianmen who finally appeared.

Flying Immortal Palm is the supreme skill of Venerable Wuhui. In the past, Venerable Wuhui used this trick to destroy all sects in the Western Regions. Because there are always many white lights when using this trick, Venerable Wuhui named it Baiguang palm.

Later, the Demon Sect was first established, and the disciples of the Demon Sect fought with Feixianmen in the Western Regions.Venerable Wuhui came out of the gate, and with just one palm, the Taishang elder of Feixianmen who came to look for trouble was instantly defeated and returned in shame.In order to humiliate the Feixian sect, the disciples of the Demon Sect respected this unique technique of their own master as the Feixianzhang.

Han Dan knew that Feixianzhang was unparalleled in attack, but two fists were no match for four palms.This person's hole cultivation base was obviously forcibly improved by using some extraordinary forbidden method, but it was hard to last for a long time.As long as this person is trapped here, it won't take long, no matter what his identity is, he can be captured alive.

"Fellow Daoist Lu." Han Dan felt that he had taken control of the situation, and said calmly, "You are already unable to fly, so why bother fighting trapped beasts. We didn't mean to kill you, so there is no need to fight to the death. Since you have come to the barren sea , I must have come here for the fairy, now the fairy is below, I am the messenger of the fairy, the fairy attaches great importance to you, as long as you are willing to submit, and become the messenger of the fairy with me , wait until the fairy artifact is broken, the world is so big, there is nowhere to go!"

Lu Wuhui, who was once again besieged by the crowd, looked indifferent, didn't say a word, obviously not interested, and looked at Handan mockingly.

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Mo Jiuyin was in a very complicated mood.His heart was beating back and forth between making a move and not making a move.Reason told him that this was not the Supreme Being, but this person and the Supreme Being were a damned image.

"If you want to fight, you don't need to talk nonsense." Lu Wuhui held the numb Li Wuke as a weapon and shield in one hand, and led everyone to fight towards the restricted place above.

Han Dan also went up.Mo Jiuyin paddled too hard, Han Dan frowned.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Jiuyin's eyes were gloomy and he remained silent.There is obviously something wrong with the spirit of the fairy weapon, Li Wuke, the great protector of the Demon Sect, has become like that, and the people who besieged him are very similar to His Excellency.Mo Jiuyin, who was engaged in conspiracy, felt that he was caught in a very sinister conspiracy.