There's something wrong with my immortal path.

Outside the Ninth Corpse City of the Holy Continent.

Bading Zhenmo Wuxiu hesitated to move forward.

Wu Xiu is hesitating, Wu Xiu is entangled.

Quietly looking at the hesitant Zhenmo Wuxiu in front of him.

A hint of disdain quietly flashed through Liansheng Thirty-Seven's seemingly submissive eyes.

"The most unparalleled person in the world, the Lord of the Eight Cauldrons! The existence of the cauldron that cooks all living beings!"

"How can you be so timid?"

"Really a demon? Just mediocre!"

"Humph!"

……

As we all know, before destiny appears, the Eight Cauldrons are the peaks.

After the immortals created the path to immortality, they even called the cultivators of the Eight Cauldrons Mahayana monks.

Mahayana is also the great inheritance.

Mahayana people can inherit the universe and influence the general trend.

If you wait until your destiny escapes, the road to heaven will open.

At that time, the Eight Cauldron monks could go one step further and become the Nine Cauldrons' great masters in overcoming tribulations.

Going through heavenly tribulations, striving for good fortune, and walking step by step on the road to heaven.

If one can bear the destiny, that is transcendence.

Immortals and demons are all detached.

They lived themselves and lived free.

The big hands escaped from the darkness.

……

Dark clouds cover the sky, and a lone moon hangs high.

Looking at the vast corpse city in the distance that looks like a crawling beast.

Wuxiu's eyes became a little darker again.

"Boy, tell me that prophecy again."

Hearing Wu Xiu's words, Liansheng Thirty-Seven slowly opened a smile.

"Sir, that is not a prophecy, that is a fact."

"The path of immortals and demons has been exhausted. They have failed."

"The era of destiny of immortals and demons has come to the end of their lives."

"After three Taoist disputes, the immortals and demons escaped from the world, and the Desolate Lord lay dormant. This is an omen."

"This world can no longer accommodate them. They can only hide in the corner and linger."

"Heaven has abandoned them..."

As his body trembled and his bone wings opened and closed, Wu Xiu's voice became a little hoarse again.

"Liansheng Thirty-Seven, what exactly did your master say to you?"

Before Wu Xiu could finish his words, Liansheng Thirty-Seven bowed again.

This guy seems to behave respectfully, but in fact he is extremely casual.

"Report to your lord."

"My master said that a unique destiny will be born in this world."

"In this world, either the immortals and demons will transform again, or someone will take a new path."

"The Immortal, the Demon Lord, and the Desolate Lord... will all pass away!"

"The real world is coming!"

As his eyes tightened, Wu Xiu asked again.

"Is Zhongji Holy Continent really hiding a generational body here?"

"Sir...how could my master lie to you?"

"It is most appropriate to bury the ancient earth veins and warm the corpse. Don't you know, sir?"

call--

He took a deep look at Liansheng Thirty-Seven.

The bone wings on Zhenmo Wuxiu's back became a little more ferocious.

With his thoughts clear, the non-cultivation demon fluttered its wings and rushed directly to the sea of ​​clouds.

Wuxiu's huge bone wings slowly unfolded, putting the entire Holy Continent Shituo City under its shadow.

When the monks in the city were panicking, the real demon Wuxiu smashed into the Holy Continent Shituo City like a meteor.

boom--

A circle of golden ripples lit up the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

That was the defensive formation of the Ninth Corpse City.

A single blow failed.

Wuxiu flapped his wings again.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

"Don't you see! What a late young man!"

"Don't you see! The road is paved with bones!"

"The real devil has no cultivation! Ask the Holy Continent!"

Singing high, shooting stars fall to the ground.

Wu Xiu's bone spurs were ferocious, and they smashed straight into the Ninth Corpse Tuo City.

boom--

Boom——Boom——

Look at the golden dome above your head that is slowly collapsing.

The cultivators in the Holy Continent's Shituo City panicked.

"Bading Zhenmo Wuxiu!"

"It was him! It was he who penetrated the formation of the Thirteen Cities!"

"It was he who collaborated with the Rouxuan tribe to massacre the entire Zhidao City of Corpse Tuo!"

"The owl's head! Burn the soul! Do the Bone Watching!"

"Could it be! Today is the end of us!"

When all the cultivators were panicking, they suddenly heard a low cough.

"Cough cough..."

"The real devil has no cultivation..."

"This is not where you should be."

"The edge of the ultimate sword is coming."

"You should retreat quickly."

“Don’t make the mistake of yourself.”

The cultivators looked up and saw Wei Wei's lonely back.

Just such an extremely thin figure made the cultivators in Shituo City feel at ease.

"Wei Zhidu!"

"That's right! We have Wei Zhidu!"

"Wei Zhidu is not weaker than the Lord of Mountains and Seas!"

"He is the sick tiger of Shengzhou!"

He patted his bone wings lightly and lowered his body slowly.

Looking at the old man in gray robe standing in the air in front of him, Wu Xiu's eyes quietly tightened.

Wu Xiu has also heard of Wei Wei, the Sick Tiger.

Wuxiu knew that Wei Wei was only a Seven-Tripod cultivator.

But for some reason, Wu Xiu felt a faint threat from Wei Wei's body.

It seems that Wei Wei's skinny body contains some amazing power.

When Zhenmo Wuxiu was confronting Wei Wei, two figures slowly walked out from the tower of the Holy Continent Shituo City.

The middle-aged man wearing armor and with a resolute expression is Xu Mi, the Lord of the Holy Continent Shituo City.

Next to Xu Mi was a tall and thin young man with gray eyes.

If you look carefully, it's amazing.

That young man was actually half a body ahead of Xu Mi!

The key is that Xu Mi still had a respectful look on his face, with no hint of dissatisfaction. Obviously, this young man’s identity is not simple.

These two people were watching, and Liansheng Thirty-Seven outside Shituo City was also watching.

The little devil looked more and more confused, but there was a murmur in his heart.

"Master!"

"Terrible Master!"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Do you want a physical body? Something is wrong!"

"I wonder...it's useless if you want that thing!"

"No! I have to urge Wu Xiu!"

at the same time.

In the endless sea of ​​bones outside Shituo City on the Holy Continent.

The Zhidao Black Scale Army Formation is advancing steadily.

In the center of the military formation was a black man with a huge body, shaped like a hill.

The aura of Heizhuan is terrifying, but it is deliberately restraining its aura.

Its dark eyes turned back from time to time.

But see you.

On the black neck, a sharp sword with a cold light was inserted casually at an angle.

The owner of this long sword is sitting leisurely on Heizhu's back at the moment.

That person was none other than the second son of Zhidao, Yuandaojiang.

Naturally, this Hei Zan is not an ordinary person. He is the ninth son of the Lord of Huaihuang Mountain.

There is a reason why Heizhu is so obedient.

As long as it dares to move rashly, the long sword will fly in a circle and directly chop off its head!

While Yuandaojiang was sleeping, the scouts came to report.

"Military Lord! The ninth city of the Holy Continent is almost here!"

Yuan Daojiang slowly opened his eyes, his cold gaze like the light of a sword.

"it is good."

"The general trend ahead seems to be showing signs of ups and downs..."

"After a while, give them a signal."

"Here!"

……

When the storm is about to come in front of the Ninth City.

The wilderness in the far north is like a pool of stagnant water.

Under the stagnant water, there is a surging undercurrent, waiting for an opportunity to eat people.

Next to the Netherworld Abyss, there is a dead fire.

Under the reflection of the black and white flames.

The nine ferocious and twisted Immortal Killing Spears exuded a terrifying aura.

Looking at the nine giant spears below, Black Dragon Jiuqu felt his blood boil.

"Let's set off! Head to the North Nether Sea!"

"My sons! Our time is coming!"

"In this life! Destiny belongs to my dragon clan!"

"The way of the true dragon! He will surely dominate the world!"

……

Immortal Town fiefdom.

One ear hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly came back, but he still came back.

"Quack quack!"

"Xia Ming! I'm back! Do you miss me?"

Looking at the big black bag behind one ear, Xia Ming had a strange look on his face.

"Don't you have a storage ring?"

"My dear brother, you are like a thief carrying this..."

"Bah! Boy Xia! What do you know! This is my ancestral treasure!"

"Quack! This is called Qiankun Bag!"

While talking, one ear opened the black cloth pocket.

A large amount of things poured out directly, all kinds of things, countless.

Xia Ming even saw three shuttles! Three beautifully decorated palaces!

There is even a little black and white donkey! ?

Who knows how one ear was plugged in!

"You! You! Why did you bring back so many things!?"

"Did you evacuate the Holy Continent of Shituo City?"

"Pooh!"

He glanced at Xia Ming angrily and then said in one ear.

"I didn't! Those people in Shengzhou are so stingy!"

"Uncle Wei asked me to give most of these things to you!"

"Wait...Uncle Wei?"

After picking his ears, Xia Ming asked again uncertainly.

"What did you say? Uncle Wei?"

"You call Master Wei uncle? You want to take advantage of me?"

"Ah...Uncle Wei told me that he and my father are good brothers. They traveled together when they were young."

"By the way, Uncle Wei has also been to our Wuliang Mountain. My old man likes Uncle Wei very much, and Uncle Wei also likes Wuliang Mountain very much."

"It's just...my father seems to have had a falling out with Uncle Wei..."

"Uncle Wei basically ignored my father."

Hearing this, Xia Ming also became interested.

"We broke up? Why did we break up? Was Master Wei so temperamental when he was young?"

"Let me think about it, it seems...my father and Uncle Wei were arrested together once."

"Then...my father dug a hole and ran away, forgetting to take Uncle Wei with him..."

"Huh? Ha!"

"Quack, quack, quack!"

Xia Ming couldn't hold it back.

Quack immediately laughed.

Xia Ming really didn't expect it.

The unsmiling Wei Wei actually had such an experience when he was young.

Xia Ming knew that it must be interesting.

I have to take the time to ask Master Wei.

quack quack!

With a smile on his lips, Xia Ming continued to ask.

"Brother, please tell me carefully, what did you see and hear in the ninth city?"

"What did Master Wei say to you again? Say it quickly! Say it quickly!"

At this point, Yi Er simply started chatting.

"Xia Ming! You don't know!"

"There's a nasty guy in the Ninth Corpse City of the Holy Continent!"

"That guy has a shabby look on his face and gray eyes, and he doesn't look good to you!"

As soon as Yi Er said this, Xia Ming was unhappy.

"I am elegant, handsome, and suave. Can anyone compare with me?"

He glanced at Xia Ming angrily and continued with one ear.

"Xia Ming! Listen to me and continue!"

"He can see me! He even warned me! He seems very powerful!"

"I heard Uncle Wei call him Holy Son..." (End of Chapter)