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Chapter 218 The Controversy between Good and Evil ([-])
Wu Mingkong went all the way to the south, and he didn't know whether it was because the dungeon itself was sparsely populated or because Wu Mingkong was in the deep mountains and old forests. Anyway, after walking for so long, he didn't see a single person, but he saw a lot of mosquitoes, snakes and ants. .

But basically due to Heizi's terrifying coercion, basically no one dared to get close.

"When is this way going south?" Wu Mingkong has been walking for nearly half a month, and communicated with the world's will several times during this period, but he still went south as usual.

If we continue to go south, we will really arrive at Nanman, which is a gathering place for demons and heretics. It is not as good as the Taixu sect, and the law and order is not good at all.

"I, a righteous young hero in the foundation building period, if I go to Nanman, won't I be skinned and boned by that group of old devils, I still have to be careful."

When Wu Mingkong thought that he could obtain countless experimental products, he couldn't wait to go to Nanman.

He is the master of the Taixu Sect with long beards, if he doesn't turn Nanman upside down, how dare he pull this tiger skin.

It was peaceful all the way, until Wu Mingkong entered the Nanman, for a while he couldn't help but turbulent.

Just like a dragon swimming in the sea, Wu Mingkong also immediately discovered that there was something wrong with the cause and effect in himself at this moment, but it was a pity that it was only a moment, and he was quickly suppressed.

"Is this a game between God's will and Master Changxu?" Wu Mingkong was a little puzzled, but he felt that Master Changbeard didn't seem like someone who could compete with God's will.

"Ascension?"

For a moment, Wu Mingkong couldn't help but think of the concept of ascension. Since Mahayana will ascend after the ascension, where will the practitioners after ascension go?Can you still interfere here?

Wu Mingkong thought it was possible.

After Wu Mingkong entered Nanman, God's will in this world finally did not repeatedly convey to the south like the repeater.

"Blood pool?"

Wu Mingkong couldn't help muttering in his heart.

During this period of time, Wu Mingkong also learned about the situation of the blood pool. It is said that the blood pool is a node of the blood sea, and the powerful blood demon of the evil way is suppressed inside.

From the blood pool of the blood sea node, the blood demon realized the "Blood Sea Immortality Sutra", linking with the blood pool, as long as the blood pool does not dry up, his blood demon will not die.

Of course, these are just rumors, and no one knows the actual situation.

Wu Mingkong didn't know why he always felt that this blood demon seemed to be a low-profile version of the ancestor Styx in the prehistoric next door, but his style was not as high as the ancestor Styx.

There was neither the Son of the Three Thousand Bloods, nor the Abi Yuantu, nor the Fire Red Lotus of the Twelve-Rank Karma, and unfortunately, they were suppressed.

Although it cannot be killed, it does not mean that it cannot be sealed.

What's even worse is that he was guarded by the 36 Purple Ring Sword of the Taixu Sect. It was a disgrace to the Demon Dao. Not only was he sealed, but even his hometown was taken over by the enemy.

This is almost the same as the suffering master who was NTRed, or face to face.

"This is not scientific at all. The leader of the righteous way of the Taixu faction has been suppressed to the blood pond, and those evil heretics don't know how to come to counterattack. The face is slapped." Wu Mingkong naturally knew that this must be too much. What kind of agreement did the Xu faction reach with those great demon sects, otherwise how could the 36 purple ring swords be able to hold on?
The strongest of the 36 Zihuan swords is only the Nascent Soul stage. Although this Nascent Soul stage is enough to be regarded as the Supreme Elder in some small sects, it is still not enough to be seen in Nanman, but it still holds on. There is nothing tricky, Wu Mingkong doesn't believe it.

"My little brother is new to this world, so it's better to be an old man."

An old man of the devil way who didn't know where he came from, saw Wu Mingkong walking alone, especially Wu Mingkong's temperament, just like a fledgling righteous young man, couldn't help being greedy.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was swallowed by Guixu.

This kind of cultivators who live at the junction of the Central Plains and the Nanman are generally not strong enough, and they like to plunder those buddies who go to the Nanman to practice.

The one that was swallowed up by Wu Mingkong's return to the ruins just now was only in the foundation building period, and Wu Mingkong didn't even know how this old guy survived until now?
This kind of strength dares to hang out at the border between the Central Plains and the Southern Man, and is not afraid of being killed by a passing boss with a sword.

But generally those big guys are flying with the sword, and rarely walk slowly on the ground like Wu Mingkong. Those who walk slowly on the ground are generally cute newbies who don't have enough mana to support flying with the sword for a long time. .

"It's so ugly, it's hot as a test product, so let's eat it."

With multiple choices, Wu Mingkong will not use whatever he encounters, so naturally he has to choose carefully.

It may be that Wu Mingkong's foundation-building period was a little too dazzling, and those practitioners of the magic way who thought I could do it came one after another like they were blind.

This made Wu Mingkong couldn't help but stop and consume some of the experimental products, it was too much.

The whole Nanman is basically in a state of chaos. There are too many demonic sects, large and small. The sects that were just established today will be wiped out tomorrow. It is simply too chaotic.

This gave birth to all kinds of demons and monsters wandering around.

These demonic monsters are not casual cultivators. Among the three veins in the world, the orthodox practice of clean qi resides in the Central Plains, the demonic practice of turbid qi resides in the Nanman mountains, and casual cultivators practice both and are hidden in the hundreds of islands in the East China Sea.

These three veins refer to sects. Although casual cultivators are called casual cultivators, they are actually just because they practice both at the same time.

Of course, this casual cultivator also refers to those lucky ones who have incomplete inheritance and practice whatever they pick up, but orthodox casual cultivators generally call themselves Donghai casual cultivators.

For example, Wu Mingkong's self-proclaimed acacia master is actually just a female practitioner from a miscellaneous sect who doesn't know where she came from. According to her confession, she practices the method of harvesting yang and tonifying yin.

Wu Mingkong checked her spiritual root and found it to be okay according to the method of kung fu.

Then he helped her become him, and Wu Mingkong wanted to see how she would practice this method of harvesting yang and nourishing yin after becoming him.

It turns out this thing can explode.

Fortunately, Wu Mingkong hid quickly, otherwise he would have been sprayed with blood all over his body.

"This exercise seems to really discriminate against men." After Wu Mingkong sighed, he asked Heizi to help him deal with it, and grabbed another experimental product.

Now that there is no one who harvests yang and nourishes yin, there is another one who harvests yin and replenishes yang.

This time I turned him into her. Anyway, there are still follow-ups, and Wu Mingkong is not worried about consumption. The big deal is to go out and make a circle, and guarantee to catch another dozen or so. Very attractive.

There are not only those who practice picking and nourishing skills, but also those who practice demon skills, poison skills, and refining corpses. There are many types.

In particular, there is another one who has trained himself into a bone and can still move. This makes Wu Mingkong very curious. Let alone your vocal cords, how do you rely on your bones to make a sound without any muscles?
By love?
(End of this chapter)