Chapter 824 Demon Realm

Qiongqi Realm, one of the nine immortal sects, under the command of Yin Yang Huanxi Palace, Dongyue City.

Yang Xuanwu wore a black martial robe and carried the Four Elephants Holy Spear on his back. He concealed his aura and stepped into the city.

A skinny mortal with yellow skin walked by. In the darkness of the city, there were all kinds of unspeakable dirty things, which made Yang Xuanwu frown.

Compared with the Lu Wu Realm, the mortals in the Qiongqi Realm simply live in dire straits.

Along the way, Yang Xuanwu saw too many things that made him murderous.

Pregnant women who are about to give birth are kept in captivity, specially used to take out the Zihe chariot by caesarean section and refine the innate Qi.

They kidnapped young boys and girls, took out their blood, and poured out elixirs on them.

Use the human body as soil, plant an evil elixir in his brain, and pick it regularly.

What made Yang Xuanwu even more unbearable was that such brutal acts often happened in broad daylight and were not hidden at all.

And there are no monks who will stand up for justice, because in the eyes of most monks in the Qiongqi Realm, although they and mortals are both human beings, one is in heaven and the other is on earth.

The lives of the latter are no different from humble animals, born for monks to take and take away.

These concepts are deeply ingrained and cannot be changed overnight. Even the Xuanxin Sect, which is closest to the style of the Immortal Dao lineage, most of the time, does not care about themselves.

Perhaps because of this, they can survive in this world full of demons.

After the Interface War broke out, the Nine Immortal Sects knew that if they wanted to cultivate more monks, they needed to protect mortals.

However, it is easier said than done. Decades later, this situation has not improved at all, and even with the outbreak of the interface war, there are signs of intensification.

Because the monks urgently need to improve their strength, they can only attack the creatures in their own world without being able to invade the Jiufeng Realm and Lu Wu Realm.

As a result, in the past few decades, the number of mortals who died at the hands of local monks and demons in the Qiongqi Realm was no less than the number of mortals who died at the hands of the powerful Jiufeng Realm.

Such behavior of killing the goose and taking the eggs will undoubtedly further stifle the war potential of Qiongqi Realm.

As a result, Lu Wujie became stronger and stronger with each fight, while Qiongqijie became weaker and weaker with each fight. Today, it is much weaker than when the war first began.

If it weren't for the seven evil demons leading many evil beasts to support the situation, Qiongqi Realm would have fallen long ago.

It's no wonder that they would not hesitate to cede territory and also ask for support from the Lu Wujie. They were really unable to make progress.

At the same time, during this period of traveling to Qiongqi Realm, Yang Xuanwu gained a deeper understanding of the word "devil".

This is not a difference in the nature of power, but a difference in thought.

Those who practice demonic skills are not necessarily demonic monks.

But those with demonic thoughts must be demonic monks.

In the view of most magic monks, the creatures in this world can only be divided into two categories - "I" and other creatures.

Apart from me, there is nothing that cannot be killed.

Talking about human nature with the devil is like playing the harp to an ox.

Yang Xuanwu is also decisive in killing, but he never takes action against mortals, and most other members of the Yang family are the same.

They can kill immortal cultivators without hesitation, but when it comes to mortals, they will basically leave room and maintain a ray of kindness, because the foundation of the immortal cultivating world is these fragile mortals.

"Ok?"

While his anger was rising in his heart, Yang Xuanwu suddenly felt that two malicious eyes were falling on him.

He calmly released his perception, and the faces of two greedy monks on the second floor of the attic in the distance appeared in his mind.

"Senior brother, when will we start?" The thinner monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks asked, his tone a bit impatient.

"Don't worry, in this Dongyue City, you still have to be restrained. When this guy comes out of the city, we will intercept and kill him. A martial arts monk at the enlightenment level is a great tonic. After being refined into a blood elixir, it will be enough for you. My brother's cultivation has greatly increased!" The chubby senior brother touched his huge, shiny bald head, licked his lips, and said with a ferocious smile.

In order to open up more acupoints in the realm of awakening, Yang Xuanwu's martial arts cultivation has been suppressed and he has never made a breakthrough. Therefore, in the eyes of this brother, he is just an ordinary martial arts cultivator of awakening, and it is not difficult to intercept and kill him.

"Okay, just listen to senior brother!" The thin junior brother nodded.

As the god-transforming monks who cultivated the existence of the soul, the two Nascent Soul monks could not hide the existence of the soul from Yang Xuanwu.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a mocking smile flashed deep in his eyes.

After traveling around Dongyue City, Yang Xuanwu collected some martial arts resources unique to the Qiongqi Realm and left directly.

Just after flying a hundred miles, a cold bloody light shot from below.

"The two mice finally showed up!" Yang Xuanwu suddenly said coldly, his figure motionless, standing on the sky like a majestic mountain, the blood light shot out, but it was smashed into pieces.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. Although he only used his martial arts skills, when the orifices, which were as dense as stars in the sky, emerged, the two monks who were hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to attack suddenly turned pale with horror.

They have never seen any martial arts monk with so many acupoints. Is this the rebirth of the Martial Ancestor?

"Run!!" The fat monk screamed heartbreakingly, burning his blood essence decisively, launching Blood Escape, turning into a bloody rainbow light and flying towards Dongyue City.

As a large city under the command of Yin Yang Huanxi Palace, Dongyue City has several god-transformation monks stationed in it, which is enough to save their lives.

However, in front of Yang Xuanwu, how could these two people run away.

The big golden hand slowly reached out, and with a gentle pull, the two demon cultivators, one fat and one thin, were grasped in the palm of the hand.

"Spare your life, we are..."

puff! !

Before they could finish speaking, Yang Xuanwu squeezed hard with a look of disgust on his face, blood flowed from his fingers, and both of them fell immediately.

After doing this, Yang Xuanwu stepped forward, appeared a hundred miles away, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

After he left, two spiritual thoughts came out from Dongyue City at the same time. After the search failed, they were slowly withdrawn.