King of the Fairy City

The warship started, and under the support and push of the wind formation, the warship was as light as the wind, and its speed was extremely fast, not slower than that of ordinary Yuanying ancestors.

In the second resource layer, there was a jade slip embedded on the left wall. Ye Mo's consciousness probed into it and immediately knew the map of the entire Feitian Demon City, and at the same time found the location of the Shiba Sect's stronghold.

With a slightly surprised exclamation, Ye Mo controlled the warship to leave the warship armament depot and fly to the Shiba Sect's stronghold.

The huge Feitian Demon City is not as big as the Shiba City, the first city in the north, but it is definitely not small. The entire demon city is divided into several different areas, such as the Xiuxian Armament Area and the Living Area.

The Armament Area is not accessible to ordinary people. Knowing the layout and the secrets of the armament depots is one thing, and whether you can break in and plunder a batch of Xiuxian resources and armaments is another thing.

The living area is where the demon cultivators of many forces in the South Demon live. It is no different from an ordinary city, but the things traded are relatively simple: there are only immortal cultivation military supplies traded here.

Even the living area is much larger than the general immortal city, and there are forces belonging to various forces, and it is a mixed bag.

After a circle above the living area, Ye Mo finally found the ten Jindan stage demon cultivators he led. These Jindan stage demon cultivators were leisurely. When Ye Mo found them, they were gathered in a shop of the Corpse Ba Sect and chatting and laughing.

"You are in a good mood."

Ye Mo came to the deck with a token in his hand, and controlled the warship to descend from the sky and hover over the street.

In addition to the ten Jindan stage demon cultivators who followed Ye Mo in the shop, there were also several Jindan stage demon cultivator disciples, and a short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator, whose cultivation reached the Nascent Soul stage

"What is the name of this junior brother?"

The short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator stood up with a smile and bowed slightly.

"Miao Qi."

"So it's Junior Brother Miao Qi. I'm naturally happy to see my friend's juniors, so I chatted with a few juniors. Junior Brother, please don't meet them."

The short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator was not arrogant at all, and smiled to excuse a few Jindan stage disciples.

Ye Mo didn't want to cause any more trouble, and was about to nod, when suddenly a mocking voice came from below: "Uncle, why are you talking to him so much? A mere low-level Yuanying will call me a waste in a few years. What's wrong with waiting a little longer?"

"Don't you think so, Brother Miao Qi?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's face changed wildly.

On the warship, Ye Mo's face suddenly darkened. He could tell that the voice was the Jindan stage disciple who provoked him when he was in the Shiba Sect. He didn't know what confidence he had to dare to speak to him, a Yuanying cultivator, like this.

"Junior Brother Jin, stop talking nonsense. Junior Brother Miao Qi is your leader. How can you talk to Miao Qi like that?"

The short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator obviously understood the severity of the situation. He was afraid of angering Ye Mo and killing all the Jindan disciples at once. He quickly scolded the arrogant Jindan disciple.

Ye Mo's eyelids drooped slightly. From his words, he could tell that the short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator did not mention his Nascent Soul cultivation at all. He obviously believed that with his talent, these Jindan disciples would soon surpass him.

"I am not talking nonsense. I don't know where this rubbish jumped out of. Now it seems that he must have spent hundreds of years to cultivate to the Nascent Soul. What's so scary? He dared to kill us?"

The disciple surnamed Jin sneered without realizing it at all.

At this point, the short and fat middle-aged cultivator didn't want to say more. He was secretly angry in his heart.

He also came up from the Jindan stage step by step, and he knew too well how difficult it was. The talented and powerful high-level Nascent Soul cultivators in the sect all had to fight for the spiritual ointment, and had no time to take care of these Jindan disciples, so the task fell on the ordinary and miserable Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, the high-level Nascent Soul cultivators had no time to take care of these younger generations, but the low-level Nascent Soul cultivators did?

In the final analysis, no Nascent Soul cultivator was willing to do this hard work. It was a little difficult to protect themselves, let alone protect these Jindan disciples.

In the history of the major forces, the number of Nascent Soul cultivators abandoning Jindan disciples during their training in the Demon Realm Abyss was too many to count. Almost all the Jindan disciples unconditionally obeyed the Nascent Soul cultivators, and I had never seen a Jindan disciple who dared to be so arrogant to his immediate superior.

Of course, there may have been, but they all died and fed to the monsters, so I didn’t see it.

"Uncle Master, what are you worried about? I've seen a lot of this kind of rubbish. There was one during the last training. The command of the warship was given to me. He was a cultivator at the third stage of the Nascent Soul. Does he... have the guts to do this?"

The cultivator surnamed Jin laughed, not even looking at Ye Mo's increasingly ugly face.

The short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator was old and experienced. How could he not see that "Miao Qi" was a lonely demon cultivator? As the saying goes, the barefoot are not afraid of the shoes. This kind of person is most likely to have a desperate character, and anyone who messes with him will suffer.

In the eyes of the short and fat middle-aged demon cultivator, the nephew in front of him was already a dead man, so his expression naturally turned cold, and he turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

"If you want to leave, get up immediately."

Ye Mo had a sullen face, and after saying that, he returned to the cabin without looking back.

As soon as he stepped into the cabin, Ye Mo's eyes burst into a chill, and he had already marked the death mark for this cultivator surnamed Jin in his heart.

The monk surnamed Jin had a background and could be tough, but the others did not, so they hesitated for a while before boarding the warship.

With the courage of the monk surnamed Jin, he was certainly not afraid of a low-level Yuanying monk, after all, he still needed to experience, so he also boarded the warship.

When everyone arrived, Ye Mo's consciousness spread outside the warship, urging the token to control the warship to fly out of Feitian Demon City.

Looking out from the Feitian Demonic City, the demonic energy in the sky is already extremely strong. Unexpectedly, after leaving the Feitian Demonic City, the demonic aura from the outside world is even more intense. It is extremely overbearing, constantly eroding the bodies of living creatures and confusing their spirits.

Fortunately, the formation of the warship itself has a formation to isolate the demonic energy. After all, not everyone practices pure demonic skills. It will be very troublesome to resist the erosion of the demonic energy.

Under the gray-blue clouds and mist, tens of thousands of warships rushed into the Demon Realm Abyss one after another, then significantly reduced their speed and height, and moved forward cautiously.

The Demon Realm Abyss is located deep in the Southern Demon Continent. The gaping chasm is said to be hundreds of millions of miles long, almost tearing the continent apart. It is unknown how deep it is. There is a hunt every ten years, and countless monks have fallen here. It is extremely Danger.

Deep underground is the legendary lord of Warcraft - the Abyss Beast. Not only is this beast incredibly powerful, its life span is much longer than that of ordinary humans and monsters. It can last for hundreds of years in a single sleep. Common thing.

According to the records, the strange beast of the abyss has fallen twice in total. Each time, it caused great turmoil among all the forces, and they frantically competed for the body of the strange beast of the abyss. Almost every time there was a turmoil, the power structure of the Southern Demon Continent changed.

I just don’t know why, but every time a hundred years after the death of the abyss beast, the same abyss beast will appear in the underground of the Demonic Abyss.

However, although the abyssal beast is terrifying, Ye Mo is not worried that it will jump to the surface. Moreover, he and others are only hunting lower-level monsters during this trip, and they absolutely dare not take advantage of the abyssal beast.

Even so, Ye Mo didn't dare to slack off at all. According to the strength level of the monsters and monsters, he was only tenth level if he could survive. Most of the monsters were not something he could deal with, so he had to be careful.

"Huh? A ninth-level monster?"

Ye Mo's expression changed and he said to himself: "They are coming here to practice and look for resources. It's not good for them to stay on the ship all the time. Let them go down and fight with this monster."

"Buzz"

The warship shook slightly and suddenly stopped.

The ten Golden Core Stage disciples did not arrive in the cabin. They came to the Demon Realm Abyss with experience. How could they stay in the cabin all the time? When they saw the warship stopped, they felt a little surprised and couldn't help but use their spiritual consciousness to search below. past.

"The Blue Poison Sand Scorpion is a peak ninth-level monster. It will give a golden elixir-level demon cultivator a headache even if it goes crazy."

"I'm waiting for a lot of people, it's just a ninth-level monster, it's nothing. Everyone, who will fight with me against this sand scorpion?"

"Haha, you guys can discuss it, I'll go first."

There was a sound of yelling and cursing, and then gradually drifted away. Apparently, everyone left the warship and went to hunt the Blue Poison Sand Scorpion.

Ye Mo had nothing to do, walked out of the cabin, stood on the deck with his hands behind his hands, piercing the void with his sharp eyes, watching the situation below from a distance.

Ten high-level golden elixir and peak demon cultivators flew down together, holding magical weapons of different qualities in their hands. None of them were top-level magical weapons. They were all Yuan Shen magical weapons. Their spiritual pressure was like a tide, covering the surrounding area instantly. Thousands of miles of land.

With so many demonic cultivators suddenly appearing, the Blue Poison Sand Scorpion instinctively felt a trace of fear and apprehension, and with a sharp hiss, it kept retreating while shaking its two large pincers and its several-foot-long scorpion tail.

If it were one or two high-level human golden elixir cultivators, the Blue Poison Sand Scorpion would not be afraid at all, but these ten golden elixir stage demon cultivators were beyond the limit that it could contend with, not to mention the breath of each of these demon cultivators. None of it is simple.

"It wants to burrow into the ground and escape, Brother Zhao"

A golden elixir cultivator saw a blue and yellow mist surrounding the Blue Poison Sand Scorpion and quickly shouted to another demon cultivator.

"Don't worry, it can't escape. Hundreds of corpses will rise from the grave to drink."

The golden elixir demon cultivator surnamed Zhao smiled coldly, intertwined his hands to form a phantom, and instantly fired dozens of magic formulas. Finally, he clasped his hands together and suddenly slapped them on the ground.

Bang bang bang...

I saw nearly a hundred earthen mounds suddenly bulged out of the gray-blue earth, each one emitting strong death energy, black mist flying away, and at the same time extremely hard.

The sand scorpion was about to burrow into the ground and run away, but unexpectedly, instead of digging out a passage, a large earth bag jumped up and flew to the side. It suddenly became manic and screamed again and again.

At this time, the earth bag exploded with a bang, and nearly a hundred pairs of rotten and smelly arms poked out from the exploded tomb bag. Then nearly a hundred rotting corpses crawled out, roaring in a low voice and pounced on the sand scorpions.

The sand scorpion screamed in fear, and its huge scorpion claws exploded with more than 100,000 kilograms of force, sweeping away and cutting the rotting corpse in front of it.

The scorpion tail also turned into a sharp whip at this time, and with one swing it injured several rotting corpses. In just a blink of an eye, these rotting corpses began to roar, and large amounts of gray smoke rushed up from their bodies. Within a few breaths, It became a pile of mud.

"What a domineering poison. This blue poisonous sand scorpion is not easy. Fight quickly. Don't delay. Otherwise, things will change."

Seeing this scene, the face of the young demon cultivator who used "A Hundred Corpses Raise a Tomb" changed. Knowing that the corpses he summoned could not hold off the Sand Scorpion for long, he immediately started to drink loudly and threw out an exquisitely retro-looking seal in his hand. .

At the same time, other people did not dare to underestimate the magical beasts, and they launched their own soul magic weapons one after another. For a moment, the sky was full of zombie aura and demonic energy, and the terrible spiritual pressure pressed thousands of miles away. The ten soul magic weapons exploded with infinite power. , completely sealing the Blue Poison Sand Scorpion's way of survival.