Demon’s Diary

A month later, in the northwest of Zhongtian, a place in the rolling hills hidden in the gray smog, there is a group of buildings covered by dark and sullen, almost tens of acres in size, including towers, lofts, palaces, An ellipsoidal mana barrier hangs all the buildings inside.

The grayish black scent gently floats over the building, separating everything here from the outside world.

Within the enchantment of mana, it is quite lively to see people who are wearing gray costumes flying from time to time.

Among the top ten secret rooms of a ten-story black tower, a knee-faced old man in a purple robes sits on the knees.

The face of this person is as thin as a ghost, and the two eye sockets are deeply sag into it, and it looks like a thin and thin.

The old man in the face is meditating and practicing. In his arms, he holds a piece of black spar in his hands. From time to time, there is a faint ash that flies out of the spar and is sucked into the mouth by the old man.

In the secret room, the void suddenly fluctuated, and a figure appeared in the air, standing outside the front of the old man.

"You are the old man of the Jackdaws?" The figure was covered with a faint black gas, and the appearance was not clear, but the voice seemed to be a young man.

The old man was shocked, and he was about to take some action. He slammed a sharp, sharp and sharp thing on his forehead, and a feeling of slight tingling came.

The old man suddenly became stiff, and he had no doubt that he would move again and his head would be pierced immediately.

His secret room is completely closed, and there are countless arrays of bans on the entire tower. The person in front of him can sneak in quietly, which is very telling.

“Is it a monk in the real world?”

The old man in the face did not dare to release the sensation of the black figure of the gods, and the secret thoughts of the heart turned sharply. The mouth only had to answer honestly:

"Yes. The younger generation is Wushen, dare to ask the predecessors what to order?"

"I asked you, five years ago. In the Tongyang Mountain Range in the southeast of the mainland, have you ever been in contact with a middle-aged white man with a knife on his face?" The black figure said faintly. Although the tone is gentle, it reveals a sigh of relief.

The old man in the face suddenly became a cold, trying to find the memory of ups and downs from his mind, and finally remembered the long journey a few years ago, and said in a hurry:

“The predecessors said that they were good. The younger generation had just advanced into the late stage of Jingjing. In order to find a drug, they went to the Tongyang Mountain Range to find a group. There was indeed such a person in the hunting group.”

"Very good, how much do you know about this person?" The black silhouette sounded a bit higher.

"The man claimed to be a surname, a distraction of a true Dan, and one of the leaders of the hunting corps. No matter the martial arts, the spirits are very powerful. However, the human character is solitary and rarely communicates with others. The younger generation only stayed in the hunting group for half a year. After finding the required medicine, they left the hunting group for excuses, and then did not stop in the Tongyang Mountain Range. So it is only that."

The old man does not know what the black figure wants to know, but also knows that only the full cooperation with the other party can survive, so the search is scraping. I am desperately thinking about the memory that is very common to him.

"Besides, there is no more? Think about it, don't let go of any details." The black figure told the unquestionable tone.

"Right, my predecessor, I remembered... that person should be an alchemy teacher, and the alchemy technique is quite brilliant." The old man seems to suddenly think of something, and his voice said.

"Say on." The black figure of the black figure rolled slightly.

"In that hunt, the hunting corps once chased a golden poisonous scorpion and chased a valley mouth full of poisonous scorpion. The monk of the surname Fan collected a few spiritual materials in the hunting corps and refining it at will. A few poisonous Dan. Let us wear it on the body to shield the poisonous gas in the valley." The old man said.

"Oh? That poisonous Dan can still be on you?" The black silhouette sounds a little excited.

"No. After killing the golden eye, the man will turn poisonous Dan back." The old man hurriedly said.

The black figure was silent for a while, and after a while, it was faint:

"Give me the list of people in that hunting group, and where you have fought in the Tongyang Mountains, and put them out on the map."

"Yes, the predecessors." The old man in the face heard a word, but then he quickly agreed to a happy, took out a yellow-colored map, carefully thought about it for a while, then marked a few on it. local.

Later, he took out a blank jade slip and put it on his forehead. He released his mental strength with one hand and carefully copied the map into it. It was very obedient.

After a quarter of an hour, the black figure flew out of the tower of the Jackdaws silently and floated on a cliff not far away.

The black air of the figure slowly dissipated, revealing the figure of Liu Ming, but at this moment his brow was wrinkled and his expression was quite depressed.

In the past month, according to the information recorded in the jade slip, he traced the whereabouts of the thousands of magical demons, but the harvest was minimal.

The person seems to be very cautious, and every time he or she has been, or someone who has been in contact with it, will remove all traces.

Liu Ming was so hard to find out this time, and found the old man who had had positive contact with him. He did not expect to have his exact whereabouts.

"However, it is better to know that the thousands of magical people are good at smelting Dan. If you can get the remedy for this person's refining, then it would be better." Liu Ming sighed and muttered to himself. .

Nether Essence can use a few sporadic breaths to perceive the ontology in a certain range. Even the mana remaining in the refining medicinal herbs is enough for its spellcasting.

He was able to kill several evils in a short period of two years, and he relied on this magical tracking secret.

After Liu Ming’s face was inconspicuous, one hand turned over, and the white light flashed in the palm of his hand. The jade given by the old man in the face appeared in his hand.

Speaking of it, the old man is quite familiar with it, not only lists the list of the hunting group five years ago, but also the general identity of the people he has learned.

However, most of the names of the staff are mostly vague and can only be called by a certain surname.

For such a group of squadrons, it is usually a monk who gathers together by chance. For the same purpose, long-term or short-term organization is formed. Generally, they enter certain dangerous areas, do some hunting and killing monsters, and explore the remains. The task of collecting spiritual grasses.

Because they are very free to stay, the members are quite complicated and they are wary of each other and usually do not reveal their real names.

According to Liu Ming’s judgment, most of the list is not traceable. However, the head of the hunting group, in addition to the Fan of the Fantasy name, also has a true monk with a left surname.

Regarding this person, the old man explained is quite detailed:

"Zuo Gongquan, in the area of ​​Tongyang Mountain Range, the head of a small martial art, the main recruiter of the hunting group..."

"It is good to have a surname, and since this person and the Thousand Magical Demon jointly serve as the leader of the hunting team, it should be more familiar with the old man than the old man." After Liu Ming thought about it, the sleeves were raised. After offering the moon, Yu Yueyu, and floating on it, the flying boat turned into a red shadow and galloped away from the distance.

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The Tongyang Mountain Range is a medium-sized mountain near the southeastern side of the Zhongtian Continental. It is tens of thousands of miles from the west to the east. The mountains are mostly copper-iron veins, hence the name.

The mountains and the earth are full of vitality, and the beasts are frequent, and there are many spirits. There are often many monks coming to the hunt. There are many high-ranking monks in the period of the crystal, even in the real world. In addition, there are some Small sects take root here.

A flat mountain in the east of the mountain range, more than a hundred high-rise buildings are arranged here, forming a small square.

At the moment, it is noon, and the crowds in the city are like Sichuan, and they are very busy.

In the prominent position of the central square of the city, there is a three-storey wooden loft with a black enamel plaque hanging on the door. The three gold lacquer characters of 'Jubaolou' are written in a fair way, against the direct sunlight. , sparkling, exceptionally eye-catching.

The space inside the attic is also quite open, and the rows of counters are neatly displayed. The above is divided into medicinal herbs, scorpions, grasses, monsters, etc. From time to time, people come in and out of the store. .

The business is so prosperous, the shopkeepers and guys in the shop are naturally full of smiles, and more eager to greet the business in the store.

After talking between the old shopkeeper in the middle of the year and a guest who asked the previous one, the eyes involuntarily glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor.

Speaking of it, in this square city, the slightly larger shops are backed by forces.

Just now, the real master behind the scene of Jubao Building, rarely came to the store's Bi Yanmen head left public power, with a middle-aged monk with a green shirt on the second floor.

When the East House visits the store, the people below will naturally be more careful and strive to leave a good impression.

At the same time, in the elegant room on the second floor of the attic, an old man in a leather robe sits on the main seat. His shoulders are wide and wide, and his body is tall. Even if he is sitting, he exudes a majestic atmosphere. .

Sitting across from him is a middle-aged man in a green shirt with a sallow face and a sinister appearance. Only a pair of eyes are bright, giving a feeling of indifference.

"Ye Daoyou was originally a monk of Tianying Mozong, and Zuo was really disrespectful." Zuo Gongquan looked at a black token in his hand. The token was engraved with three ancient characters, and the token was immediately sealed. Returned to the man in the green shirt, and arched his hand.

Although Biyanmen has some fame in the Tongyang Mountain Range, it is only a third-rate sect at best, and it is simply incomparable with the Wannian School of Tianying Mozong.

In the eyes of the old man, the opposite man in the green shirt is chaotic, hey, with his real sense of the middle of the real, he can't see how the other party really repairs, and the heart naturally looks at the other side. (To be continued)

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