Longevity begins with Yu Yao

"In other words, there is only one Demon Lord in West City now?" Cheng Yan asked.

Bai Chu nodded: "One person is enough for me."

"Then please Demon Lord, please hold on for a little longer. The door to the Demon Realm has been opened, and you can return to the Demon Realm soon."

Bai Chu was very excited when he heard this: "Seriously!"

Cheng Yan nodded and said, "Are there any traces of the demon clan in Fangshi outside Tianyong City?"

"There are still some. The demon clan has lived in Tianchu for thousands of years and has been thoroughly penetrated. I am afraid that most of them are not willing to leave Tianchu."

Cheng Yan and His Highness Qi also considered this situation.

"It's okay, it all comes from the heart. The demon race is free by nature, and what we can do is to let them regain their freedom. Whether it is Tianchu or the demon world, where their hearts want is freedom."

Bai Chu glanced at Cheng Yan approvingly, "Okay! Your Majesty is right."

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There was a loud noise outside the tower.

Bai Chu's face turned cold: "They are here again. Please wait here while I take care of them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Chu's figure had disappeared.

Cheng Yan quickly came to the tower window and saw a group of Jindan monks gathered at the bottom of the tower. They were filled with anger and were using all their strength to attack the restrictions under the tower.

Luo Qianqian, her husband and Yin Shunyang, who were in the inn before, were also there.

Of course, Cheng Yuan also saw Xun Yan behind the crowd. Why was this guy here?

"Is that nightmare remnant really hiding here?" Yin Shunyang asked loudly.

There was a big man in golden robes in front of him, but when he saw the big man leaned over and saluted: "The poor monk is Kongshan, a lay disciple of the Jingchen Temple in the fairy island in the South. The Heaven-reaching Spiritual Realm in his hand is a tool to suppress evil. The poor monk has The words are true, just take a look——"

The empty mountain cast a spell, and the Heavenly Spiritual Mirror flew into the air, shining a golden light towards the bottom of the tower. After the golden light flashed, the black mist at the bottom of the tower suddenly appeared.

Everyone was shocked to see them wrapped in a black mist.

Many monks quickly mobilized their spiritual energy to isolate the black mist from their bodies.

"Hey, it's not cold anymore."

They suddenly realized that it was no wonder that when night fell, their bodies were clammy and cold, and the cold air soaked into their bones, making their teeth chatter.

Yin Shunyang had long known that something was wrong around him and said, "Is this black mist a trick of the nightmare demon?"

"Of course, the poor monk is familiar with "Tianchu Demon Chronicles" and knows that this nightmare demon uses this invisible black mist to invade your body. This black mist makes you drowsy and creates illusions. I am afraid that all the people in this city before Everything that happened could be an illusion!”

Luo Qianqian nodded: "Yes, so many demon control masters say that the demon cultivator was killed, but they can't tell who did it. These few months have passed, where is the body of the demon cultivator? Let alone a corpse, so many There is not a single treasure left in the shop.

Who among you has obtained this treasure? "

Everyone shook their heads. Most of them were demon masters, demon cultivators, and meditators from the east, south, and north cities. In the past, they were distributed all over the west city. If this big man hadn't summoned them today, they wouldn't have known there were so many. The monk is thinking about this West City treasure.

"That's it! Do you believe the words of the poor monk?" Kong Shan said and put away the Heavenly Spiritual Mirror, then pointed to a place and said: "This is the eye of the formation. We will work together to break it."

Everyone was about to take action, Yin Shunyang hurriedly said: "Wait a minute!"

"How?" Luo Qianqian raised her eyebrows: "Do you have any advice, Fellow Daoist Yin?"

"Since the nightmare demon is here, I'm afraid we will anger him if we enter rashly! You know, we only thought he was a remnant soul when we came here. But according to what Kong Shan said, everything is an illusion. Then this demon is a Nascent Soul cultivator. Why, if we wait inside, we will die!" As soon as he finished speaking, all the demon control masters retreated one after another.

"That's right, Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator, Lord of the West City, so many of us may not be our opponents if we come together! What is your plan, Kongshan!"

All the monks wanted to quit.

Kongshan turned around with a sincere look: "Since the poor monk dares to come, he naturally has a perfect plan. Look, what is this!"

In his hand was a golden Zen staff, with a huge red gem shining at the top.

"This is?" Luo Qianqian was confused.

"The most precious treasure of the Jingchen Temple, the Hongchen Zen Staff, can destroy evil spirits and slay evil spirits. No matter how accomplished the demons are, they cannot escape the power of the Hongchen Zen Staff."

After saying this, loud laughter came from all directions.

"The Red Dust Zen Staff! Okay, I want to experience what the Red Dust Zen Staff of Jingchen Temple is!" A black mist swept in, and a heart-stopping and terrifying pressure rushed towards them, making everyone feel uncomfortable.

The monks with low cultivation level all spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted completely before they could see the person in front of them clearly.

Kongmen was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. He felt very serious. The blood vessels in his body swelled and his whole body swelled into a ball, as if he was about to explode and die in the next moment.

He quickly activated the Red Dust Zen Staff, and the red gem on the Zen Staff emitted a dazzling light, dispersing the black mist and making everyone's pain subside.

Red light enveloped everyone, and Kongmen and others looked at Bai Chu who appeared in horror.

Many demon control masters had seen Bai Chu before, and now that they saw that he was safe and sound, not the so-called remnant soul at all, they all regretted coming so rashly, and now they were thinking of quitting.

Kongmen scratched his neck, and the veins on his face popped out: "Humph, the poor monk has informed the other seniors of the three cities, why don't you surrender quickly, you monster!"

"Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Bai Chu waved his hand, and the Hongchen Zen staff burst into flames with a strong red light. The ruby ​​was blown to pieces. Kongshan flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The cultivators were horrified and wanted to escape, but found that their feet were entangled in black mist and they could not move at all.

Bai Chu made no next move, just smiled contemptuously: "A fake monk, a group of brainless fools!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

Yin Shunyang hurriedly looked towards Kongshan, only to realize that at some point the golden cassock on his body had spread out, revealing a black cassock.

"This is the monk from Fuchen Hall!"

"The Demon of the West!"

Bai Chu waved his hand, and the big man came over, with several dark skulls shaking off his body.

At this moment, everyone still didn't understand. This person was clearly pretending to be a lay disciple of Jingchen Temple to lure them to die. Maybe there was a more vicious conspiracy behind this.

Bai Chu saw that these monks looked pale, as if they had been greatly frightened. He couldn't help but shook his head: "How can the monks in Central Continent be so useless? No wonder they have become more and more chaotic in recent years."

Yin Shunyang's face turned ugly: "Demon Lord of West City, this person has sneaked into our midst. There is no guarantee that this is not your demon clan's plan."

"Idiot, if you can't speak, don't speak!" Bai Chu's eyes were sharp, and Yin Shunyang flew backwards. While vomiting blood, a piece of flesh and blood spurted out. His face was in pain, but he could no longer speak.

Everyone retreated together again, and Bai Chu actually cut off his tongue in one fell swoop.

Yin Shunyang said "Ah, ah" several times, but there was only a vague and unpleasant sound, so regardless of the pain, he immediately sealed his blood vessels and stood up with his heavy sword.