Reflect the world

Chapter 552 Everyone Is a Prisoner (Part [-])
Shi Hao died in the Demon Transformation Cave, this is simply a big joke.

"That's right, that young man named Shi Hao is really a heavenly genius. In Kunpeng's lair, there is no one in the world who is his opponent."

"The young man who defeated the Sea God Clan in the final decisive battle collided head-on with the spirit body of the Flood Lord, composing the myth of the invincibility of the human race.

It's a pity that she was too strong, holding the Kunpeng's bone alone, and refused to let go, and was targeted by the heroes in the end, and they teamed up to drive him into the magic cave.

The Demon Transformation Cave was a terrifying existence that Kunpeng used to wipe out his opponents back then. Rumor has it that it wiped out the immemorial dragons in adulthood and the most terrifying pure-blooded beasts. "

The old man's words were full of regret, but Tang Xuanming felt certain when he heard it.

If he remembered correctly, Shi Hao obtained the real Kunpeng inheritance in the Demon Transformation Cave. The treasure bone left by Kunpeng was just a decoy, and the Kunpeng treasure technique was not complete, only half.

"Presumably Shi Hao is still practicing in the Demon Transformation Cave."

Tang Xuanming had a bottom line in his heart.

So he didn't panic at all, he went directly to Butian Pavilion.

In front of the ancient mountain gate of Butian Pavilion, there is still a lot of voices, and there is no sign of weakness.

One after another, those who could not be recognized by Butian Pavilion were all around the gate of Butian Pavilion, waiting for His Excellency Butian's disciple acceptance ceremony to start.

"The god of offering sacrifices to the Butian Pavilion is unparalleled, and has already beheaded the sixth strongest man."

"That's right, the head of a sacrificial spirit from the Primordial Divine Mountain is still hanging in front of the Butian Pavilion. The Butian Pavilion is indeed a holy place that has stood on this land since ancient times."

In front of the gate of Butian Pavilion, there is no longer the panic like before. A group of people who have no way to enter the Butian Pavilion and failed in the trial all look proud, as if they belonged to the Butian Pavilion disciple.

Seeing this, Tang Xuanming felt relieved.

"It seems that Jiling has killed a few more powerful people in the past two years."

Facing the eyes of countless people, Tang Xuanming took out a token from his bosom, and floated into Butian Pavilion.

Let a group of people be extremely envious.

"You, you are back!"

Not long after entering the mountain gate, the bearded and bearded Ancestor Mu Yan looked at Tang Xuanming in surprise, and then turned into ecstasy.

"Good good!"

He said hello three times in a row, and there was a trace of sadness in the depths of his eyes, which completely turned into joy at this time.

"Kunpeng's lair has been closed for several months and we haven't heard from you. The disciples of Butian Pavilion have come back one after another. Only you and that little guy are missing. I heard that the little guy was thrown into the magic cave, but you have never heard of it. We thought ..."

"Aren't I coming back now? I just experienced some accidents on the way."

Tang Xuanming faced it with a smile, feeling a little moved in his heart.

Judging from the reaction of Patriarch Mu Yan, Butiange is sincerely thinking about him, and truly feels sad for his disappearance.

"Where is Old Liu? I left Kunpeng's lair early due to an accident, and I haven't seen him yet."

"Oh!"

Patriarch Mu Yan was stunned, staring at Tang Xuanming, and said excitedly: "That old man doesn't believe that you are dead, and has been waiting for you outside Kunpeng's lair, on the golden beach that sent you into the ocean. "

"If you don't tell me, I'll forget about it. I'll send him a message and ask him to come back."

Patriarch Mu Yan's words were calm, but Tang Xuan clearly knew how much emotion was hidden in them.

Thinking of Mr. Liu who was still silently waiting for his return on the golden beach, Tang Xuanming was secretly moved.

At this moment, he even had the urge to leave Kunpeng's lair in Butian Pavilion.

But soon he suppressed this impulse again.

The Kunpeng treasure technique involves too much, and no one in the upper world will give up this supreme supernatural power.

It is destined that there will be countless big figures searching for traces of the Kunpeng treasure technique on this land.

Keeping the Kunpeng Treasure Art in Butian Pavilion will not make Butian Pavilion more prosperous, but may usher in a catastrophe.

After all, Butian Pavilion has little to do with Upper Realm in Butian Sect. It was a traitor disciple of Butian Sect who established Butian Pavilion in Lower Realm. If you really want to get to the bottom of it, Butian Pavilion has no backing in Upper Realm .

It is not like the old mountain, which can prosper for countless years.

"Just come back, just come back."

Patriarch Mu Yan directly dragged Tang Xuanming into the depths of Butian Pavilion.

"Ji Ling has been waiting for you for a long time. It always thought that you would survive and not die. Now that you are back, come and meet it with me!"

"Ah."

Tang Xuanming nodded. In fact, he also had countless things in his heart that he wanted to talk to Ji Ling.

Tang Xuanming's heart shuddered when he thought of the earth-shattering changes that would happen in this world, and when he thought that those people in the upper realm would soon start picking fruits in the lower realm, harvesting the already grown elixir and pure-blooded creatures.

After repeated accidents, Tang Xuanming has developed deep feelings for Butian Pavilion.

Tang Xuanming instinctively did not want Butian Pavilion to be destroyed in the ensuing turmoil, nor did he want Butian Pavilion to continue to be so ignorant.

Countless thoughts collided in his mind, and Tang Xuanming once again walked into the ancient courtyard that he was gradually familiar with and had some human touch amidst wild thoughts.

The ancient sacrificial spirit glowed with new vitality, and the emerald green vines were like green agate, full of vitality.

Several powerful corpses could be seen under the newborn vines, and Tang Xuanming was inexplicably delighted in the supposedly eerie atmosphere.

"Ji Ling, how many opponents have you defeated?"

"Well, I used to pretend to be weak before, but in the past two years I have continued to pretend to be strong, making them think I was bluffing, and I succeeded again. It is a small achievement."

Ji Ling replied modestly.

Tang Xuanming looked at Ji Ling, who was only one meter long, but fell into deep thought.

Those who can be called opponents by Ji Ling have the lowest level of cultivation.

But now Ji Ling can easily kill them. Does this mean that the distance has reached the realm of gods?
He should have been happy about his breakthrough in cultivation, but Tang Xuanming only felt a chill in his heart, with an extremely strong sense of depression.

If he remembered correctly, the turmoil that would sweep across the entire Lower Realm and Eight Realms soon, all existences above the level of gods would be harvested like grass by the Upper Realm.

"I just said that your life is hard, you won't die in Kunpeng's lair. They still don't believe it, and they bleed a lot of cat urine."

Ji Ling's words were relaxed and ridiculed.

Tang Xuanming's heart warmed up, and he was a little moved.

After chatting with Ji Ling for a while, and telling about the experience of Kunpeng's lair, Tang Xuanming's face gradually became serious, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "Senior Ji Ling, I learned a lot from the outside world this time."

"Our area seems to be just a cage, and everyone is just a prisoner."

(End of this chapter)