Infinite true path

"What...what's going on, teleportation?" Huan Yin's body was continuously pulled by the huge power of teleportation, and he quickly headed towards an unknown place. During this period, Huan Yin didn't react at all. After all, it was his own choice to join the teleportation array. However, Xue Buping was shocked. The sudden change made his voice hoarse.

Huan Yin did not speak, but from the moment he entered the teleportation array, it was as if he had left the world of the God of War in Yajue, and his consciousness was no longer suppressed in the slightest. Therefore, his consciousness continued to spread out, sweeping in all directions, and he was alert to possible changes that might happen.

"Second Ancestor, where are we going? Are we... are we being beaten away by that little beast? This... this seems a bit humiliating." Seeing that Huan Yin didn't speak, Xue Buping continued to think about Huan Yin. The voice chattered endlessly.

Frowning his brows, Huan Yin shouted: "Please be quiet, are you bothered?"

Huan Yin's low shout was quite effective on Xue Buping. Xue Buping muttered a few words and then obediently stopped talking.

Huan Yin really has no time to deal with Xue Buping's problems now, because now his heart is actually full of uneasiness. Although he was sure that the woman was not in the same group as Yaizhui, he would never believe that the woman would save him for no reason in the God of War world of Yazui. She must have her own purpose in looking for herself.

Moreover, anyone who can cause trouble under Yaizhen's nose will definitely not be mediocre. This woman's charming voice alone is enough to prove this.

"Who could be here? Is it really a monk from the human world?" Huan Yin clenched his fists and thought in his mind.

But soon, Huan Yin shook his head again, thinking that he couldn't be a monk from the human world. Because Huan Yin is now a real hell demon cultivator, and he came to hell through a serious reincarnation and changing paths. Which world of spirits he was in his previous life should not be discovered so easily.

However, what did the woman mean by "hometown"? The only hometowns in Huan Yin's mind were Jingzhou and Yangzhou. Hell had never given him the feeling of home.

While his thoughts were churning, the terrifying power of teleportation suddenly stopped, and Huan Yin's soles suddenly stepped on the ground, staggering and almost falling forward.

The soft feeling slowly spread from the soles of his feet, making De Huanyin feel extremely comfortable. Quickly steadying himself, Huan Yin subconsciously looked at his feet and saw a velvet-colored carpet. I don’t know what kind of material the carpet is made of. It looks elegant yet luxurious. It doesn’t seem like it should belong to hell at all.

"Xianse?" Huan Yin looked at the color under his feet and murmured in a low voice with some uncertainty.

This color is extremely special. Not only has Huan Yin never seen it in hell, but even in the human world, except for one place, Huan Yin has never seen this color at all. The place where the human world was eliminated was within the main hall of the Ziyin Sect's Qin Pavilion.

Xiang color is the color of heaven, Huan Yin is extremely sure of this. As a result, the shock and confusion on Huan Yin's face became more and more intense, and he became more and more confused about where he was now.

"This...this palace, this palace is the most beautiful I have ever seen in my life. Is this the legendary Heavenly Palace?" When Huan Yin was wondering, Xue Buping's voice came out with undisguised excitement. , which made Dehuan Yin stunned for a while.

Raising his head, Huan Yin's eyes swept around, and the surprised expression on his face became more and more exaggerated.

Alchemy, camel, green... these rare celestial colors appeared one by one in Huan Yin's eyes, cleverly attached to the palace where he was, forming an almost perfect combination that made the entire palace focus. Beauty and elegance are integrated into one.

The style of such a palace is exactly the same as the main hall of Ruan Shushu's Qin Pavilion. Although there are many differences in decoration and furnishings, it is impossible for Huan Yin to mistake the unique style of heaven contained in it.

"Tiangong... How can there be a Tiangong here?" Huan Yin whispered to himself, his tone full of confusion.

"Second Ancestor, you also think this is like a heavenly palace, right? I didn't expect that our hell could have such a beautiful palace. This... this kind of palace can only be matched by my identity!" Xue Buping heard this. Huan Yin said it with some excitement.

Huan Yin was really speechless towards Xue Buping, a country bumpkin hell demon cultivator. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and kept looking around him.

Gradually, Huan Yin discovered that there was another obvious difference between this place and the heavenly palace in his image. Because the patterns used for decoration here are actually all kinds of spiritual animal patterns, including the mighty dragon, the holy fire phoenix, the nine-tailed sky fox, the nine sons of the dragon, etc.

"Friends from my hometown, please come to my place. We don't have much time left. My little girl is waiting for you here..." The soft female voice still deliberately suppressed the charming meaning in it, but it was still transmitted to Huan. The moment in his ears made Huan Yin frown.

Taking a deep breath, Huan Yin put all the speculations in his heart behind him. The mysterious woman is just ahead. Once she comes, make peace with her. Huan Yin had no choice now, so he might as well go and meet him.

Moving forward, Huan Yin had a calm look on his face and took steady steps step by step. During this period, Xue Buping naturally kept praising Huan Yin in his mind, and Huan Yin also kept scanning the surroundings, looking at the scene of the heavenly palace that he had seen several times, and remained vigilant.

The palace is not too big, of course, compared to the palaces in heaven. Compared with the main hall of Qin Pavilion and the so-called palaces in hell, the palace Huan Yin is in now can be described as huge.

Huan Yin just kept walking forward, and around him, various patterns of spiritual beasts continued to appear, some he had seen before, and some he had never even read in the classics. These spirit animal patterns are still the only decorative patterns around, and there is nothing else.

The longer they walked, the deeper Huan Yin's brows furrowed. He could feel that the entire palace was not as vibrant as a real palace in heaven, but instead was surrounded by an air of death that was difficult to conceal, making this place more and more consistent with hell.

"After all, it's just a palace of hell, with gold and jade on the outside, but ruins inside." Huan Yin sighed coldly in his heart.

"You're here, my friend." As Huan Yin was walking, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in front of him. This voice was naturally very familiar to him, but this time, the woman's voice did not come through sound, but came from the air.

A cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back. Huan Yin, who had been letting his consciousness go out, found that he had not noticed how the other party appeared at all.

He quickly glanced forward, and the scene at the end of the palace suddenly came into Huan Yin's eyes, as well as the woman standing calmly at the end.

"This...this...this woman...this woman..." Xue Buping's voice came to Huan Yin's ears with a strange excitement and trembling, and some incoherent words. It is conceivable that if Xue Buping is not possessed by Huan Yin now, but becomes his own body, he will definitely do something extremely embarrassing.

But this time, Huan Yin was not disgusted by Xue Buping's voice, but rather understood it somewhat.

The woman is tall and slender, with long black and shiny hair hanging casually on her shoulders. Wrapped in long hair, her oval face looks delicate and beautiful. Although it is not as good as Ruan Shushu, the word "absolutely beautiful" is not an exaggeration to describe her.

"Monster." Huan Yin looked at the woman in front of him, and these two words came to his mind naturally. Frowning deeply, Huan Yin finally understood why the woman's voice had such terrifying power of charm. Because this woman is really a beauty, the charm she exudes is not intentional at all, but is as if she is born with it, and there is a hint of wildness.

"My friend, you are so polite." The expression on the woman's face was always calm and elegant. She bowed slightly to Huan Yin and showed a charming smile.

Huan Yin did not reply, because when his eyes inadvertently swept over the woman's body, he was really dissatisfied with the woman's too thin clothing. This way of dressing seemed a bit out of place with her elegant expression.