The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

When Song Xing saw the words "Shituoling", his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Could it be that what I traveled through this time was the world of Journey to the West?"

A chill came to my heart. The world of Journey to the West, where gods and demons are everywhere, is definitely one of the most high-end worlds among the three realms.

The description of Shituoling in Journey to the West is even more mind-numbing.

Skeletons are like mountains, bones are like forests.Human hair was spun into felt pieces, and human skin and flesh were rotten into dust.Human tendons are entangled in the tree, dry and scorched as bright as silver.It's really a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and it really smells bad.The little demon in the east took the flesh of the living; the demons in the west boiled the flesh fresh.

The old demon in the south took human bones to make soup; the big demon in the north peeled the skin to make the soles of shoes.

This is an absolutely dangerous situation, and if you are not careful, you will die.

At this moment, Song Xing noticed that there were many words engraved on the other side of the boulder: "Don't dare to desecrate the fairy palace in the sky; don't dare to offend the hell and the underworld."

Every sentence revealed an extremely domineering and scornful air.

"Heaven?" Song Xing murmured, looking at the words on the boulder, pondering for a long time, and finally decided to go to Shitunoling.

Since the Jade Seal allowed him to travel here, it meant that the projection of the Zhuxian Sword must be in this world. Even if there were many dangers ahead, he would go and have a look.

"Shua..." He moved and disappeared into the dense forest.

Not long after he entered the mountain, a sudden monster blocked his way.

"Where is the human race that dares to trespass!"

This is a large bird with two wings on its back, its whole body is covered with thick black feathers, its beak is sharp, and its fangs glow with a cold light.

It stared at Song Xing and made a strange scream, looking arrogant.

Song Xing glanced at it indifferently: "It can actually talk. It seems different from the ignorant monsters outside."

"What an arrogant guy, I'll take your life."

The black-winged eagle roared, flapped its wings, and its huge body turned into a black mist, sweeping towards Song Xing. Black fog shrouded the scene, making the vision even darker.

This black mist is poisonous and can corrode spiritual consciousness, causing the monks to fall into temporary hallucinations.

But for a strong person like Song Xing, a mere black mist is nothing.

A layer of white aura emerged from his body, blocking the black mist. Then the figure flashed and appeared next to the black-winged eagle in an instant.

The black-winged eagle's eyes widened. He didn't expect this human being to be so fast.

It reacted quickly, flapped its wings, and fled toward the sky like a sharp arrow. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a small dot and disappeared into the sky.

Song Xing reached out and grabbed it, snatched it back from a thousand meters away, and threw it in front of him.

"You...you..." Black Winged Eagle pointed at Song Xing in horror.

Song Xing's eyes were cold: "Tell me, is this Shituoling?"

Although the black-winged eagle was frightened, he still shook his head.

Song Xing raised his hand and shot out a wisp of spiritual fire, covering it. The blazing spiritual fire roasted the black-winged eagle, and soon it screamed in pain and trembled all over.

Looking at its appearance, Song Xing estimated that if it continued to be tortured, it would definitely not be able to hold on.

"I said! I said..." The black-winged eagle was frightened and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Say it, no tricks. Otherwise, die."

Song Xing flicked his finger, and the spiritual fire went out. The black-winged eagle was trembling all over, its cheeks were swollen, and its head was sweating profusely.

It knows that it has encountered a hard problem and no longer dares to say nonsense.

"This is not Shituo Ridge, but Qingfeng Ridge. It is the territory of King White Wolf. I am the mountain patrol guard of King White Wolf." It said. "Liar, I just saw the word Shituoling written on a huge rock outside."

Seeing the black fire appearing in Song Xing's hand again, the Black-winged Eagle was frightened and shouted: "Immortal, Immortal, please spare my life. I have lived here for two hundred years. This is indeed Qingfeng Ridge. I have never heard of Shituoling."

Song Xing squinted his eyes and carefully observed the black-winged eagle, but did not sense any lies from it.

"It seems like this monster really doesn't know what's going on with the giant rock outside Shituoling?"

He was confused, so he asked again: "You just said that Qingfeng Ridge is the territory of the White Wolf King. Where is he?"

The Black Winged Eagle hurriedly said: "The king is practicing in Qingfeng Cave, a hundred miles away from here. The king is ordered by the Holy Mother of Peacock to guard the western mountains of the Peacock Demon Kingdom. He is trusted by the Holy Mother."

Song Xing frowned and looked at the black-winged eagle who was talking erratically. Why did the Peacock Madonna appear again?

He simply slapped it to death with one palm and directly used the soul search technique to search for the memory of the black-winged eagle.

Unfortunately, the Black Winged Eagle seems to have low intelligence and does not have any useful information in its memory. The true identity of the White Wolf King is that he is actually a white wolf spirit who has been practicing for nearly a thousand years and is in charge of monsters of all sizes within a thousand miles.

"It seems different from the Shituoling in the memory. It seems that I want to meet this white wolf spirit." Song Xing muttered to himself, turning into a breeze and heading towards the cave where the white wolf spirit practiced.

The place where the white wolf spirit is located is not far from Shituoling.

Song Xing arrived quickly, but was blocked by several demon soldiers: "Stop, how can ordinary people like you come to the cave of White Wolf King?"

He snorted coldly: "Get out of my way!"

Several demon soldiers were furious and brandished their steel knives to kill Song Xing.

"I don't know whether to live or die!" Song Xing sneered, and with a swipe in the air, a giant cyan blade ten feet long was condensed, and the sharp sound of cutting through the air was extremely harsh.

The sword shone brightly, and blood shot into the sky. Several demon soldiers vomited blood and flew backwards, and were dead the moment they landed.

Song Xing retracted his right hand and continued walking towards the White Wolf King's cave.

In the Black Winged Eagle's memory, the White Wolf Spirit has lived for thousands of years and is extremely powerful.

Not only does he possess extremely powerful combat power, he is also proficient in formations and knows how to command various demon soldiers and generals.

Therefore, Song Xing did not rush into it rashly, but made some noise outside his cave to attract the attention of the white wolf spirit.

The cave where the White Wolf Spirit practices is extremely spacious and luxuriously furnished. The walls are inlaid with luminous pearls and the lights are brilliant.

There is a large rosewood bed deep in the cave.

A monster with a wolf's head and human body was lying quietly in it, sleeping soundly.

And just as the demon soldier was dying, the monster suddenly opened his eyes: "Who dares to kill my demon soldier?"

A strong evil spirit spread out from his body, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

The next second, he had appeared outside the cave and saw the fallen body outside the cave door: "How brave, a mere human, to offend us. Die!"

The white wolf stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, then rushed out and pressed his paw towards Song Xing.

The fists and feet collided, causing violent shocks.

Song Xing took a few steps back.

King White Wolf's eyes lit up: "It turns out that he is a human being in the Immortal Realm. No wonder he has the courage to break into my cave."

His voice was hoarse and sinister, with a touch of ferocity. The hair on his body suddenly stood up like steel needles, but his eyes revealed a crazy killing intent and the joy of seeing food.

Song Xing's face darkened slightly, and his eyes looking at Bai Lang were a little solemn.

This is a wolf monster that has been practicing for thousands of years and has also reached the realm of human immortals! (End of chapter)