Immortal Monarch and Demon Venerable are all my vests

It rained heavily.

A corner of the grand hall collapsed, and jade and glass were scattered all over the ground. The muddy water and blood mixed into a turbid black-red color, and slowly flowed into the dark corner along the dim runes on the ground.

The bright pearl used to shine had been completely destroyed in the fierce fighting. At this time, the hall was pitch-black, and only through the occasional lightning flashes could one glimpse the scene with a flash of light.

'Boom--'

The dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the lightning twisted and pierced the boundless night, pulling out long and narrow golden and white branch-like cracks.

The gun shadow pierced through the air, piercing through a black shadow at a speed that is hard to see with the naked eye, and let out a sharp howl.

The body that was hit smashed into the wall of the main hall like a meteor, and the already crumbling palace wall shattered under the heavy blow, and the blue bricks and green tiles fell and shattered, raising dust all over the sky.

Thunder exploded, and the world returned to darkness.

There were footsteps sounding in the darkness, not too fast or slow, the rhythm seemed to be stepping on the drumbeat of the heart, thumping.

Yin Lang stood still in front of the ruins, laying his gun on the ground, half-closed his eyes and said lazily: "Sect Master Lin is still in the stage of integration, why can't he even catch a single shot from the deity?"

There was silence all around, and a man crawled out of the ruins all over the ground, his clothes were torn, blood was gushing out of his mouth, and he was holding a long sword with only half of it left.

He smiled miserably, and it seemed to be sarcasm: "Your Majesty, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Could it be that he attacked our Jihemeng overnight, just to ridicule Lin?"

"Lianye" and "Surprise Attack" are clearly satirizing the lack of strength of the demonic people, so they can only attack secretly!

On the spot, Moxiu was angry, and with a wave of his weapon, he flew towards him, and he wanted to teach this stubborn old boy a lesson.

"Ah!" The black flame flashed like a ghost, and with a scream, the demon cultivator who shot was reduced to ashes on the spot.

The red-clothed venerable standing leisurely in the center leaning on the gun smiled slightly, and the mischievous Hei Yan reluctantly shrank back. His black eyes were slightly slanted, and the cool eyes flashed across several people. The demon cultivators who arrived trembled all over, wishing to bury themselves in the soil.

"Oh, what's the matter, Sect Master Sun?"

When Yin Lang spoke, his tone and demeanor were the same as usual, but it could not be more fake in the ears of the demon cultivators.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the flames have not yet dissipated. With such an obvious act of arrogance, no second fool would jump out to answer the conversation.No one dared to remind him that Moxiu, who had just been burnt out of his wits, was neither surnamed Sun nor the head of a school of magic.

The color is like thick ink, the coolness is like ice and snow, the black flame that can burn the soul of a person is the symbol of Yin Lang, the seventh venerable of the demonic way.

The demon cultivators fell silent for a moment.

Because the Venerable had been in seclusion for too long, he had some thoughts that he couldn't express clearly, and he silently restrained under the threat of Hei Yan.

Sect Master Lin also took advantage of the light to see the situation at the foot of the mountain clearly.Hundreds of demon monks surrounded the entire Jihe League, all dressed in strange shapes and holding magic weapons that emitted an ominous black light, forming an impenetrable trap in a seemingly scattered manner.

— There is no escape.

Even in such a situation, Sect Master Lin still couldn't figure out why Tongji Hemeng would suffer such a disaster.

The seventh venerable of the demonic way, the great power in the transcending tribulation period, didn't want to compete with the other nine demonic venerables for territory and power, why did he want to start with an unrelated middle-level sect of the righteous way?

Yin Lang over there had already 'taught' the dishonest Moxiu subordinates, and turned his eyes to Sect Master Lin again.

"Sect Master Lin." Compared to laughing and raising his hand to burn a demon cultivator at the stage of transformation to death, Yin Lang's attitude when talking to him is really 'normal': "I heard that the suzerain got a treasure by accident a few days ago... The deity is quite interested in this."

Come to grab the treasure?

Sect Master Lin couldn't figure it out even more. He counted the magical artifacts and treasures he had handled in the past 30 years.

... Let it go, it is better to avoid disasters if you lose your money than to be wiped out.

In order to help the disciples of the League, Lin Zongzhu sighed heavily: "Please also describe it in detail, if Lin really has this thing, there is absolutely no reason not to offer it with both hands."

The high-ranking demon cultivators on the top of the mountain also pricked up their ears, wanting to know what is worth such a big move by the Venerable, and the shrewd ones have already started to make their own calculations.

"I don't know." He said confidently.

Sovereign Lin stopped.If it wasn't for the fact that standing in front of him was one of the top powers in the cultivation world, he really wanted to spit on it.

Are you looking for something you don't know what it is?Then who do you expect to know!me!

Yin Lang still looked boneless, lazily raised his eyelids, and smiled with curved lips.

If it weren't for the fact that the time and background are not right here and now, if you change to the embankment in the south of the Yangtze River with weeping willows and green willows, you will be a romantic young man.

"Trouble Sect Master Lin."

The words were very polite, but the expression was clearly 'If you can't find it, I will kill you Jihemeng'.

None of the ten demons are easy to get along with!

"...Your Majesty, please swear that when I offer you what you want, Your Majesty will never attack anyone from my sect again."

"can."

The reputation of the Seven Demon Lords has always been good, and Lin Zongzhu can only rack his brains to recall.

For half an hour, he reported hundreds of treasures and magical artifacts through voice transmission, and even as long as there was something slightly special, he never missed any of them.

And a large group of demon cultivators also stood in the heavy rain for half an hour, staring at each other.Yin Lang didn't move, none of them dared to move.

"...A silver chain with scarlet gemstones hanging on it. It seems to be a copy of the one worn by Daoist Tianji of the Taihua Immortal Sect. It looks like it was made by ordinary people, but it is as exquisite as Baibaolou. It is very strange..."

Even the objects made by mortals have been mentioned, which shows that Lin Zongzhu is already at the end of his skills.

"Sect Master Lin thinks that this deity is easy to fool?"

"How dare I!" His forehead was covered with sweat, and he turned his brain quickly against the eyes of the Demon Venerable who gradually raised murderous intent, and repeatedly yelled:

"The object was obtained by my daughter by accident a few months ago. I really like wearing it every day. I just took a look at it a few more times! Although there is no aura, the workmanship is extremely exquisite. If I don't know the magic weapon of Taoist Tianji There is absolutely no possibility of losing it, I almost mistaken my eyes!"

The killing intent gradually faded away.

but……

"...The talisman?" Yin Lang had a delicate expression.

"My lord doesn't know? That thing has been worn on the forehead since Daoist Tianji's first appearance in the cultivation world, and has never left his body. Everyone in the world speculates that Daoist Tianji made the magic weapon of his destiny into the appearance of a pendant eyebrow. Because... That’s why, over the years, there have been as many imitators as crucian carp crossing the river.”

"..."

Yin Lang's expression was really indescribable.

He raised his hand and pinched a formula, then half-closed his eyes and waited.He didn't speak, and he didn't have the tendency to make a move. Lin Chiluo was not sure what this meant, so he could only stand there with him.

I don't know how long it took, the rain became heavier, and suddenly there was a shrill scream from outside the circle surrounded by Moxiu, and Sect Master Lin's face changed drastically.

Following the crowd like Moses dividing the sea, the tall and straight young man in black strode in with an invisible object in his hand. The rain washed away the remaining traces on the ground, and a strong smell of blood permeated the air.

The demon cultivators looked at each other indiscriminately: how many people did the young master kill tonight, his blood is almost soaring...

"Master." Qin Xun walked a foot in front of Yin Lang, threw away the dragging unknown object, and bowed his head in salute.

Yin Lang opened his eyes and looked at him.

Qin Xunlue paused, and said via voice transmission: "The matter you asked your disciple to investigate has come to fruition. The daughter of Jihe, the chief, left for the Taihua Immortal Sect seven days ago."

...Taihua Immortal Sect?Is it a coincidence?

Master and apprentice for a hundred years, Qin Xun knew what he was thinking just by looking at his micro expression.Transsion reminded: "Master, three days later will be the Taihua Immortal Sect's centenary mountain opening ceremony."

To open a mountain is to accept disciples.

There is a better choice, of course, Sect Master Lin would not let his daughter stay in his fourth-rank sect to practice Taoism.

"...Of course the deity knows."

"..."

Qin Xun lowered his head, silently swallowing back the thoughts that had come to his lips.

Uh...could this be what Junior Sister Chang'an used to say about the "desire to complain"?But why do people talk to the groove and vomit?Wouldn't it lead to ambiguity in articulation?

The young young master really couldn't figure it out.

"Then I'll leave it to you. All of them will be silenced, leaving no one behind."

Yin Lang straightened up, and lightly gave the order to kill.The God-killing Spear automatically dispersed into scattered black flames, and returned to his dantian under the horrified eyes of the demon cultivators who took a step back.

Sect Master Lin suddenly widened his eyes: "Your Honor, you said—"

Before the words were finished, the figure in red in the ruins had disappeared without a trace.

Qin Xun, who has long been used to his master coming and going without a trace, and whose hobby is to leave messes all over the floor for his apprentices, was silent for half a second. Facing the frightened and angry Sect Master Lin and the demon cultivators who had their own thoughts behind him, his right hand silently melted out. A long gun.

***

The majestic Taihua, the Miao Xianzong.

As the number one immortal sect in the Lantian Continent, the Taihua Immortal Sect moved [-]% of Zhongzhou's spiritual veins with the power of the entire sect, and all of them were concentrated in the ten thousand li Taihua Mountains.

The aura turns into mist, like a fish swimming in the water and circling the sky.

Yin Lang stopped at the top of the mountain three or four miles away from Taihua Xianzong.From this position, with his eyesight, he could clearly see the bustling fairy city at the foot of Taihua Mountain, bustling with people.

The Mountain Opening Ceremony may be just a common apprenticeship ceremony in the Xianzong, but for the mortals living in the millions of miles of Zhongzhou, it is a once-in-a-lifetime step to ascend to the heavens and seek the Tao.

The blood-colored robe faded to a pure white color in the dense aura, the golden lines outlined beautiful lines, the black flames were suppressed, the black hair was scattered, and it seemed like a fairy.

When I looked again, it was a completely different soft face.

Taihua Xianzong, Tianji Daojun, Shen Muxuan.

This is not an illusion, nor is it any camouflage spell known to practitioners.Instead, he literally tore his facial muscles and reassembled them into another look according to the bone phase.

Illusions will fail, and camouflage spells can't fool people with higher cultivation levels than oneself. Only this kind of fundamental change can be an impeccable camouflage.

He was calm as if the severe pain on his face didn't exist at all, he raised his hand and performed a cleansing technique, then reached out and took out something from the Sumeru Ring.

——The same silver chain with scarlet gemstones hanging in the description of Lin Zongzhu.

"That... Excuse me, which direction should I go to in the Cloud City?"

Just as he raised his hand to put on the improvised scarlet gemstone, a panting voice suddenly came from two feet behind him.

!!!

Yin Lang instinctively took a step forward, dodged the claws on his shoulders dangerously, and grasped falsely with his right hand. When the killing gun was about to emerge, the corner of his white clothes passing by the corner of his eyes quickly reminded him of his current identity, and the gun disappeared. Go, and point like a sword, exuding a sharp blue sword light.

Within one-thousandth of a breath, he dodged and raised his hand, and the sword glow had already reached the neck of the 'sneaker'.

——A boy in civilian clothes with 'dazed' written all over his face.

The bones are fourteen years old, and the poor aura in his body is as high as the sky, but he has not reached the foundation.His hair was tied in a messy ponytail, and his clothes were the most common coarse cloth and short brown in the mortal world, which made his skin a little red.

A mortal boy who couldn't be more ordinary.If I had to talk about something special, it would probably be that pretty face that flashed away.

Yin Lang's double fingerprints exuding a cyan sword glow remained motionless, quietly examining this person from behind.

Transcending Tribulation Period, the tenth stage of the road to comprehension.Unless No. 11 is a half-celestial power who is one step away from ascension, no creature can escape his perception and approach within 500 meters of his body.

His thoughts turned, the boy over there opened his mouth wide and raised his head, his eyes kept looking down, he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva, for fear of accidentally bumping into the sharp sword aura.

No matter how stupid he was, he knew that this was not Lu Yu's pedestrian, and stammered: "That... fairy, fairy, I, I went to Dieyun City to prepare for the fairy gate exam, just asking for directions..."

These words inadvertently reminded Yin Lang again.

He is not the Seventh Demon Lord now, and Daoist Tianji will not kill mortals at will.What's more, this place is already within the range of Dieyun City, and any fluctuations in spiritual energy will be monitored by Taihua Xianzong.

The sword energy on the neck disappeared, and the killing intent subsided.

"It's really not scary." Xu Rong felt something lightly tapped on his shoulder in a brisk tone with a little bit of regret:

"Hey, little guy, there are people from Dieyun City coming over there, just follow them. Remember, you are not allowed to tell what you saw me, otherwise..."

Xu Rong was worried.

No, otherwise?Immortals are merciful and merciful, please don't kill him... He is really just asking for directions, woo woo woo...

The person behind paused for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and said with a wicked smile: "After those three days, you will know how serious the consequences of leaking the secret are!"