Chapter 164 Northern Wasteland, Chaos Demon Realm

Watching Ye Chunyang disappear in the teleportation array, the demon's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out. However, the array had been damaged and could not be operated again. Even if he wanted to chase him again, he was powerless.

However, the impact just now caused the array to be disordered, and the teleportation would definitely not succeed. The kid would most likely die in the turbulent flow of the void.

Thinking of this, the demon was relieved a little and flew away from Xishanling with gloomy anger.

Compared with the huge Dongzhou Xiuxian world, the scene here was just a small episode, and the chaos in Dongzhou continued for a long time.

Many years later, under the pressure of the top masters of both the righteous and the evil, the Western Barbarians finally had to withdraw from Dongzhou.

After that, the righteous and the evil once again kicked off the prelude to the war.

When this war started again, another major event that shocked the Xiuxian world occurred.

The "Ye Chunyang" who was once caught by both the righteous and evil ways by all means turned out to be the master of the evil way, known as the "Tianxie Demon Lord", and dominated the evil way.

What surprised countless people was that the "Ye Chunyang" who became the master of the evil way at this time was actually in the late stage of Jindan, almost sweeping the entire Dongzhou Xiuxian world.

Not only were the leaders of the righteous sects shocked, but also Su Xueyuan, Luo Qingcheng and other people who had had intersections with Ye Chunyang were stunned and surprised...

But these are all later, so I won't mention them here for now.

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The land of Shenzhou, north of the wasteland.

It seems like a continent handed down from ancient times. The atmosphere of ancient desolation is everywhere here, and it is unknown how vast this continent is.

It is rumored that a cultivator in the Yuanying period wanted to measure this, so he made full preparations. As a result, he flew for a full 136 years, but only walked out of one-third of the northern wasteland, and finally had to give up because of the exhaustion of resources.

In this vast underground, there are countless immortal sects, scattered cultivators, and cultivators everywhere, killing and robbing treasures are common...

It was night.

The sky in June is always gloomy, and the deep night sky is like a dark bottomless mouth, all the stars are swallowed by it, and it is eyeing the whole earth.

In such a deep and depressing scene, no matter how high the cultivation is, human beings still seem insignificant in front of the natural law of heaven.

Perhaps it is a hint that a storm is coming, the weather tonight is particularly hot and depressing.

There is no moonlight in the gloomy night, only thunder and lightning flash from time to time in the dark clouds, striking every mountain nearby.

The flickering scene looks extremely weird to people in the distance.

This is just a place called "Chaos Demon Realm" in the northern wilderness, but in the dark night before the storm, every time the lightning falls, a person can be vaguely seen.

This man was stepping on a skull-shaped magic weapon, flying through the air at high speed, his figure was extremely fast, and under the background of lightning, he became looming, bringing a sense of mystery.

Upon closer inspection, this man was wearing a python robe, with white hair, a thin body, and a pale face, as if he was a ghost from hell, coming to the world to take lives.

Those who are familiar with him know that this old man in a python robe is the outer door deacon of the "Blood Transformation Sect" of the nearby famous magic sect, the boneless old man.

This man is famous for practicing blood-sucking magic skills. It is said that most of the monks who fought with him died after their hearts and lungs were dug out and their blood was sucked dry.

Of course, this magic is not against the sky, and his real cultivation is only the middle stage of foundation building.

The reason why this guy can repeatedly suck people's blood to practice is that he never fights with opponents with higher cultivation than himself, and his means of escape are quite good, so whenever there is a master seeking revenge, this old sly guy escapes early.

With all these rumors, he naturally became so famous.

But tonight, this old sly guy was a little distressed.

At this moment, he was not looking for prey to draw blood for training, but was worried about completing a task of the sect.

Just three days ago, Huaxue Sect set up a mass grave, requiring all the outer sect deacons under the sect to find a young cultivator of the fifth level of Qi Refining to throw into the pit for the sect selection.

If the task is not completed, they will be chopped into meat paste and fed to dogs by the sect.

Facing the cruel punishment of the sect, the boneless old demon was naturally trembling, and anxiously wanted to find a suitable target to send to the mass grave.

It’s just that I don’t know whether it’s his bad luck or the nearby cultivators are afraid of his reputation. I couldn’t find anyone who met the task for three consecutive days.

Even if I could meet some cultivators in the Qi Refining period, they were either too high or too low in cultivation, and they were not in the fifth level of Qi Refining at all. Those people were all sucked clean by him in a fit of anger.

Seeing that tomorrow was the day for the task, he searched a hundred miles and still found nothing.

Thinking that he would end up as dog food, the boneless old demon's heart sank, and he had many ideas at once, either to escape desperately, or to overthrow the law enforcement elders in the sect, or to catch a small monk to get through...

But thinking carefully, all these methods are bad.

With the power of the Huaxue Sect, no matter how far he escapes, he will be caught back, and the law enforcement elders are powerful in the mana period, and he can kill him with one finger. Before he can perform the blood-sucking technique, he will have his tendons and bones pulled out, chopped into meat paste and fed as dog food.

And the plan of getting through is even more impractical. Once he is discovered by the elders guarding the mass grave, he may be hung on a tree and whipped 39,888 times.

All kinds of helpless strategies made this old devil temporarily upset.

He couldn't even muster the power to fly with his weapon, so he simply threw away his magic weapon and descended to the ground to walk. He might as well take advantage of the last few hours to try his luck. Maybe he would meet some unlucky guy at the fifth level of Qi Refining. !

After all, a monk at the fifth level of Qi Refining is not strong enough to fly with a weapon!

Perhaps this old devil was just lucky. Not long after he landed and walked, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck down and illuminated a dense forest in the mountain.

Through the electric light, there seemed to be a figure lying vaguely somewhere in the forest.

The old devil looked at the man, with a look of hesitation on his face.

At this time, what he was thinking about was not whether this person was a monk at the fifth level of Qi Refining, but he felt that his heart was filled with panic.

It was late at night and I was struck by lightning.

If this man is not dead, just skin him! It gave him a cramp! Drink his blood! This will relieve your depression!

So he went to take a look at the man who was walking away. He was a young man in yellow clothes. He looked like he was in his early twenties. He was fair and fair, with a round face. Although he had an average appearance, he still had a faint aura. It seems to be alive.

The old devil was overjoyed when he saw this, licked his lips and was about to use his magic power to extract the person's essence and blood so that he could have a full meal.

Such a fair little fat man might be very delicious when he sucks blood!

However, just as the old devil was making the secrets to cast the spell, he suddenly let out a sound of surprise.

Because the little fat man had been unconscious, the old devil didn't pay attention. At this moment, when he cast a spell, he discovered that there were spiritual energy fluctuations on his body, and he was a monk in the Qi refining stage.

"Are you a monk in the Qi refining stage? That's fine, let me come and see how your cultivation is?"

The Boneless Old Demon frowned and used his spiritual consciousness to examine the little fat man's body.

Then, his face suddenly burst into ecstasy!

"This kid is actually at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Hehe... He really can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here. It seems that God has favored me, a boneless old man. Not only do I not have to turn into dog food this time , and you can even ask for credit from the elders in the sect.”

The Boneless Old Demon laughed wildly.

After some investigation, he felt the spiritual energy response from the little fat man. It was neither high nor low, and it happened to be at the fifth level of Qi refining!

"But this kid seems to be injured. If I ask a half-dead guy to hand in a mission, I'm afraid those old immortals won't buy my fault. I'd better heal his injuries first."

After hesitating for a while, the old devil took out the elixir and fed it to the little fat man, then sent spiritual power to heal his injuries, and then lifted him up into the night sky and drove away into the distance.

According to the Boneless Old Demon's estimate, the little fat man's internal injuries were beginning to show some signs of recovery just after some treatment.

There are still several hours to go to the mass grave. The little fat man will wake up by then, and he only needs to complete the task.

As for whether this kid could survive the fighting after being thrown into a mass grave, that was none of his business.

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A few hours later, the sky was getting brighter, and the boneless old man carrying the fat boy stopped on a stretch of mountains.

Looking down from a high altitude, the mountains were shrouded in dark clouds, filled with a thick atmosphere of murder. I saw the old devil taking out a formation flag and sacrificing it into the clouds and mist, and the scenery below suddenly opened up.

It was a sinkhole surrounded by mountains, too big to imagine and too deep to be explored.

Looking from the outside, there are only dark stone walls all around, and endless clouds looking down. It is completely impossible to see what is happening at the bottom of the sinkhole.

The boneless old devil glanced down, then dropped the fat boy to the side of the sinkhole.

At this time, if you look closely, you can see many people standing around the sinkhole. They all have strange shapes and awe-inspiring auras. They may be holding steel forks in their hands or carrying maces on their backs. They are all extremely ferocious magic weapons.

And among these people, some or not, there was a young monk with them.

Seeing the Boneless Old Man falling, a man who seemed familiar with him came up to him.

"Hey, why did Brother Boneless bring such a comatose young man? Could it be that you drained his blood and prepared to throw his body into a mass grave?"

The person who greeted him was a tall and thick man, with a mace strapped to his back, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring and murderous aura.

This aura was not something he deliberately created, but was brought out naturally by years of fighting. Listening to his teasing tone, it seemed that he and the Boneless Old Man were old acquaintances.

When he mentioned this matter, the Boneless Old Demon got angry and snorted with a depressed look on his face: "I haven't had much luck lately. I haven't been able to find a suitable target for several days. This kid was picked up from the forest last night and he suffered a little." He was injured and brought into a mass grave, and he naturally woke up. "

He looked around and found that in addition to the deacons from various outer sects who had been arrested around the sinkhole, there seemed to be a few young monks who were living alone. He suddenly wondered: "Why are so many young monks entering the mass grave?"