Heavenly practice

When Shen Zhuo said those words, a surge of anger surged in his heart, such a monstrous anger that he never felt even when he knew that Chang Ming had chosen to leave him.

He left in a hurry, because he was afraid that if he continued to talk to them, he would rush up to Santu Peak and grab someone by the collar to question, how can you be so cruel to yourself?Who are you against?

But he can't.

From the moment he chose to come back, he had already decided to remain calm and rational in this relationship, not to make impulsive mistakes, but to take steps to make everything go in the direction he had planned, so he could no longer impulse.

But he was still very angry, so he went to Jinyang City.

Today's Jinyang City is not the city where the monks of the human race gathered, but completely belonged to the second race of demons. As for why the human race didn't take it back, it can only be said that the artifact in the hands of the second master of demons is too powerful. The Renhuang Bell cannot be easily moved, and the Xuntianyi is in a special situation, and the danger of Santu Peak is imminent. Naturally, Jinyang City was temporarily spared, and this release lasted for a hundred years.

Back then, Jinyang City was bustling with people coming and going, and what is displayed in front of Shen Zhuo's eyes is also very lively, but there is always a gloomy feeling.

Since he was here to vent his anger, he naturally wouldn't be too polite. Before the group rushed over, he kicked open the gate of Jinyang City, and all kinds of monsters in the city looked over.

In the eerie silence, a cloud of black mist appeared out of thin air in front of the city gate, and the black mist gradually revealed the gloomy face of the demon lord.

The other party looked at him straight, "Aren't you afraid of me for trespassing on the demon realm?"

Shen Zhuo's expression was faint, "Afraid of you? Why? Killing the Immortal?"

He took the initiative to mention the Demon Lord Killing Immortal and his heart skipped a beat. He was a little uncertain what he meant, so he heard Shen Zhuo say something else——

"Where's Baili Youxin?"

"He is the demon king, how do I know."

"Okay, you know how you got the artifact Killing Immortal, don't tell me..."

In the middle of Shen Zhuo's words, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward, pulling out a glowing red figure out of thin air, and threw him to the ground.

"Shen Zhuo!"

The other party howled angrily, staring at him with red hair and red eyes, it was the demon king Baili Youxin.

"I'm in a bad mood so I won't say much, just go." Shen Zhuo glanced at him casually.

Baili Youxin's expression changed several times, and he even glanced at the Demon Lord, before finally asking, "Where are you going?"

"Why do you think I want to keep the two of you alive, even though you want my life repeatedly?"

Shen Zhuo's words shocked the two of them.

Baili Youxin looked at him suspiciously, then snorted, "Don't laugh at us."

The devil cast a cold glance at him, "Idiot."

Shen Zhuo was almost amused by him, and his mood improved, "Okay, I won't take back the artifact, and I won't do anything to you, but I'm running out of time, you'd better hand over what I want as soon as possible."

Baili Youxin and the devil exchanged a glance, and finally the devil said, "Come here."

Shen Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and followed the two of them into the City Lord's Mansion.

At the same time, the peak of Santu Peak.

Long Xiang stood there in Yunwen's white clothes in the Void Realm, holding Fang She in his hand, looking up at the closed entrance of the Cloud, Sky and Fog Realm above his head. Something was approaching not far away, and the sound of piercing through the sky sounded like a rapid swipe. There was the sound of flesh and blood being cut.

A white light rushed over quickly, and when it was about to approach Long Xiang's body, another figure suddenly jumped out and bumped into that white light.

The two figures slammed into each other behind Long Xiang and then separated quickly. The next moment, Yun Yun in white was standing opposite Xuan Yu in blue, their swords on the verge of breaking out.

Xuanyu slowly lifted the long hair that fell on her forehead, and looked at the person opposite with a smile in her eyes, "But I haven't seen you for a few years, and you will become a watchdog."

Yun Yun's eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand was immediately covered with a layer of soaring sword energy, he lifted his foot into the air, and slashed across the air.

Xuanyu narrowed her eyes, and stepped back while summoning the protective aura.

That sword was like an ax that opened the sky, it rubbed Xuanyu's clothes and smashed it to pieces.

Xuanyu floated down on another mountain peak, glanced at the corner of her own skirt and her pupils cooled down, and said loudly, "Today is not a battle between you and me, but don't blame me for being rude if you make rash moves."

Yun Yun clenched the long sword tightly, and Chong Yu hurriedly stepped forward behind her to hold her back, "Senior Sister—"

Xuanyu sneered, and looked at the person who had never turned his head, "Son of Heaven, are you willing to accept this challenge?"

"Whose gauntlet?" Long Xiang asked.

"Of course it's my family's lord, the demigod Chang Ming."

"I remember that he was my defeat." Long Xiang turned around to look at her with a half-smile.

Xuanyu was furious, and immediately sneered, "Are you really stupid or are you deliberately talking too fast? Did you really lose the battle four years ago?"

Long Xiang asked back with disapproval, "Isn't it?"

A trace of weirdness flashed through Xuanyu's heart but he didn't think much about it. He was only stabbed by his attitude, and he didn't say much, and asked directly, "Do you accept this tactic?"

There is no such thing as a letter of war among monks, but if there is a letter of war, it is tantamount to making an oath to the way of heaven. What she did was to force Long Xiang to swear by herself, lest the way of heaven will punish her family later.

However, her family lord was unwilling to adopt her method, so she came here alone.

Long Xiang's expression was indifferent, "I, take it."

Xuanyu was overjoyed, and was about to throw the jade plate, but was stopped by a hand out of thin air.

She looked at the person in front of her in astonishment, and was momentarily stunned.

Silver hair and black robe, indifferent and refined, isn't she her lord.

Before she could speak, her lord crushed the jade plate, Xuanyu immediately shouted, "Your lord——"

The jade plate was reduced to ashes, Chang Ming looked at Long Xiang indifferently, "You sent it to the wrong person."

These words were obviously addressed to Xuan Yu, she was a little confused, "Huh?"

The aura on Chang Ming's body became more and more severe, Xuan Yu suddenly thought of something, and looked sharply at Long Xiang on the opposite side——

"who are you?"

"Ha ha……"

Long Xiang's cold handsome face suddenly smiled, and the smile was very gentle, Xuan Yu thought for a moment that he saw Shen Zhuo.

But the next moment she knew it wasn't Shen Zhuo, because the other party showed his true colors.

Wearing a cloud-patterned white robe from the Void Realm, but there is a golden pattern on the cuffs around the waist. He is 25 or six years old, with long black hair hanging down to his ankles. There is a star hiding in it, with thin lips raised, no pendant on his body, hands behind his back, and nodded to their master and servant.

"It's been a long time."

"Which onion are you?"

Xuanyu asked angrily, always feeling strange in her heart, every move of this person has a familiar feeling, very similar to... Shen Zhuo.

"Scallions don't count, but they do count as cloves of garlic."

The man looked at him with a smile, "My name is Yunqin, the head of Xujingtian."