Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the cycle begins again and again.

The days on the flying boat are boring. I can only meditate and practice every day. Occasionally I go out of the quiet room and take a look at the scenery outside the window.

On this day, Venerable He Yu's voice resounded on the flying boat, "The sea of ​​fog has arrived, so be careful of your surroundings at all times."

Xu Sanyan walked out of the quiet room and looked slightly into the distance. He saw a large amount of mist billowing, like a giant beast that chooses people to eat, and the mist lingered in the air as he breathed.

The sea of ​​fog covered so much that it was difficult to see its boundaries at a glance. It was quiet and silent, not a single sound of insects or beasts could be heard.

Dead silence.

These two words were Xu Sanyan's first impression of Wuhai.

There is a small city on the edge of the foggy sea, which looks as small as a beetle when viewed from the sky.

Xu Sanyan turned his head and whispered, "Elder Ren, why is there a town here?"

This elder is also an old man in the sect. He has perfected his cultivation in Mi Dao. He is more than three hundred years old and is considered the most knowledgeable among them.

When Liu Tang didn't come, Elder Ren temporarily took his place and helped Xu Sanyan answer his questions.

"Back to the Holy Son, this city is called Wucheng. It is built on the Sea of ​​Fog. Many casual cultivators often wander here in order to obtain the treasures of heaven and earth in the Sea of ​​Fog. As time goes by, more and more monks gather together, and some people are here. The city was built to its present size.”

"Is it okay to be next to the sea of ​​fog?"

Xu Sanyan heard that there are countless monsters and ghosts in the fog sea. Is this city really safe since it is so close to the fog sea? "

Elder Ren answered with a smile, "The Holy Son is overly worried. The sea of ​​fog will not expand, and the monster beasts inside will not rush out. There has been no exception in thousands of years. No monster beast can come out of the sea of ​​fog alive."

Xu Sanyan looked at the fog getting closer and closer, like a wide and boundless city wall, standing tall and majestic.

"Why can't the monster come out?"

Elder Ren didn't know, "I don't know, but as long as you leave the scope of the mist, you will die suddenly, no matter what level the monster is."

Xu Sanyan nodded slowly and kept silent.

The flying boat landed slowly and stopped two miles outside the city. After everyone got off, Venerable He Yu waved his sleeves, and the flying boat quickly became smaller, and finally turned into a small boat and fell into his hands.

"The fog hasn't dissipated yet. Just rest here for two days and wait for a while." He Yu took the lead and walked into the city.

"Yes." Everyone followed.

A total of about 450 people came from the Tongxin Demon Sect this time, of which Xu Sanyan brought 210 people.

A large group of demonic people with different expressions strode towards the city, and everyone they met along the way avoided the road.

"People from the Tongxin Demon Sect are also here..."

"It's still Venerable He Yu and Hua Gu..."

"It's really lively this time. Prodigies from all walks of life gathered here, including Fang Qingge from the Yuan Sect, Jing Yi from the Tianyi Fumo Temple, the Luo brothers and sisters from the Yongshan Prayer Sect, Mo Xianxian from the Shangyin Mountain, and the Demon Sect heard that There is also a powerful person named... Qi Liang? "

"That one." Someone pointed at Xu Sanyan, "This person seems to be the most powerful, so he should be right."

Xu Sanyan listened to their whispers, turned his head and smiled, without saying much, strode towards the city.

Qi Liang naturally heard it and glanced at Xu Sanyan without paying much attention.

Mist City is very big and there are many people. Especially since the Hundred Saints Secret Realm has been opened recently, more people have come. People from all major sects and aristocratic families have come.

Xu Sanyan glanced casually and saw many monks in the Lost Realm.

But no matter what, when Venerable He Yu and Hua Gu stopped on the street, everyone had to stay away.

The Hexu realm is the true top of the pyramid of the cultivation world!

"Venerable He Yu, Hua Gu, we meet again, the poor monk is polite."

Suddenly, an old voice came from the corner of the street. Xu Sanyan turned his head and saw two groups of people watching them from a distance.

A group of monks and a group of Taoist priests.

The shiny bald heads of these monks looked as if they were oiled. They reflected light under the sunlight, making them extremely conspicuous.

At the front is an old monk wearing a gold-red cassock, holding a red gold Zen staff as tall as a person, and hanging around his neck are eighteen beads as big as a baby's fist.

Elder Ren came closer and said in a very low voice, "He is an old Taoist from Yongshan Qi Dao Sect and a monk from Tianyi Fumo Temple."

"The old Taoist at the beginning is Taoist Master Fengyuan, and the old monk is Minghui."

Xu Sanyan nodded slowly, his attention completely focused on the young monk next to the old monk.

The little monk is about twenty years old and has a handsome face. The most eye-catching thing is his small mouth, which is as rosy as a newborn baby. With his face, he looks like a child coming out of a painting.

"This little monk... is so damn good-looking." Someone behind him swallowed his saliva and praised inexplicably.

Xu Sanyan silently guessed that he should be the proud man who had mastered the "Daluo Golden Body" to the seventh level, and his mind was purified.

Jingyi was also looking at him from a distance, her eyes calm and indifferent, without any disturbance. She ignored Qi Liang, Tu Wanshan and others beside her, and just stared at Xu Sanyan.

In Jingyi's view, this person was wearing a light blue robe, with a straight nose, thin lips, and a very handsome face, but his narrow eyes looked a bit fierce.

But what caught his attention most was not the outside, but the inside.

The silence hidden in the skin exudes from the inside out, as if everything is not concerned with the indifferent nature of the heart.

This type of mind either possesses profound Buddha nature and has a state of mind that transcends the world, or... has a dull mind and regards all things as pigs and dogs!

In the hazy state of mind, I can feel the ferocity in this person!

It can also be called... devilish nature!

"What a serious evil thought!" Jingyi whispered to himself.

A young monk beside him didn't hear clearly, thinking Jingyi was talking to him, and asked, "What did you say, junior brother?"

Jingyi shook his head, "Nothing, who is that person?"

"I don't know him, let me go and find out."

"Okay."

Being ordered by his junior brother, the young monk didn't feel awkward. Everyone knew that the next abbot must be Jingyi.

"Master Minghui, what a coincidence,"

Venerable Heyu smiled and bowed, and there was no sign of grudges between the two sides.

Then, as if he had just discovered the group of Taoists from Qidao Sect, he pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, Brother Feng is here too?"

"Hehe, are you okay, Venerable?"

Daoist Master Fengyuan bowed with a fake smile.

Venerable Heyu said with a friendly face, "Thanks to Brother Feng, everything is fine."

The two sides did not fight as soon as they met, but greeted each other like old friends.

Xu Sanyan turned his head to look at the Qidao Sect. A young man and woman stood on both sides of the old Taoist, looking at each other with Qi Liang and others.

They were the Luo siblings, two geniuses from the same family, the elder brother Luo Changtian and the younger sister Luo Qingwei.

In Xu Sanyan's perception, the threat posed by the Luo siblings was not as great as that posed by the young monk Jingyi.

Venerable He Yu had nothing to talk about with them, so they chatted for a few words and then separated.

"Find a place to stay and wait for two days."

"Yes."