On this day, Yin Buyu received another order to break ten bottles of Yuandan and some pills to restore spiritual energy. It was an unfamiliar address, this time he didn’t even need to think about it, he had come to a conclusion.
   He decided to give up the order.
   However, it seems that there are too many monks who have placed orders in the Demon Realm, and when the new orders come out, there are still some gaudy sect towns, such as “Taowu Town”, “Ghost Crying Ridge”, “Bone Pond”, “Moshamen”… The place name is in the Demon Realm at a glance, how many orders has the Demon Xiu added to him!
   The other juniors and juniors were also timid and did not dare to travel thousands of miles away.
   This time it was Xie Fuling who volunteered: “Senior brother, I have already been to the Demon Realm once, I have experience, please rest assured to leave it to me.”
   Yin Buyu frowned, and said in a more serious tone, “Don’t force yourself.”
   It is too risky for a monk from Xianmen to go to the Demon Realm alone.
   Xie Fuling: “I didn’t force it. I’ve been to the Demon Realm, and it’s not as eerie as I imagined. The scenery there is quite beautiful.” It turned out that the rumors were full of falsehoods.
   He thought that by saying this, he could dispel the fear of the junior sisters and younger brothers about the Demon Realm, and add a new impression that today and night are not the past.
   Unexpectedly, the younger brothers and younger sisters, including senior brother Yin Buyu, all looked at him with pity, “Junior brother, are you blinded by the magic cultivator’s spirit stone?”
   “Our sword cultivator is not as rich as the other peak disciples, but we are also quite unrestrained all year round. Don’t bend your waist for a mere two thousand spirit stones. Brother Qian is the master of this kind of hard work, so don’t worry about it.” Yin Buyu finished coldly, Just wanted to tear up those sheets.
   Xie Fuling:! ! !
   There are many magic spirit stones, and it is true that he is arrogant, but he really doesn’t despise the poor swordsman! Well, Lingshi is also a factor that confuses his mind, but he is not saying good things about Demon Realm because of this!
   Seeing that Yin Buyu was about to tear up the list, he hurriedly blocked it and snatched it abruptly. Then, regardless of the dissuasion of others, he made a formula to summon his natal flying sword, took the pill and the address, turned and ran away.
   “Senior Brother Fuling!” This was the helpless call of the sword cultivator’s brothers and sisters.
   “Xie Fuling!” This was Yin Buyu’s angry voice.
   Xie Fuling turned a deaf ear to everything, he stepped on the sword and flew away in an instant. The young man’s spirit soared to the sky, and his sword hit Kyushu coldly.
   Soon the black horizon was in sight.
   Xie Fuling felt that she was right. Leaving aside prejudices, the Demon Realm is indeed extremely beautiful and dizzying. When he came to the wild snowfield, he had a list for the sinners.
   According to the records of the Immortal World, there is a race in the Permafrost Wasteland called Sins. They were born in a bitter cold place with ugly faces and sinful births. They must pay for their sins before they can leave the snowfield.
   Xie Fuling believed it at first, until he Yujian came to this place, he didn’t feel the coldness, loneliness and despair at all, but he heard countless laughter and screams.
   Xie Fuling: “?”
   He saw sleds all over the place, and many children were playing snowball fights and fishing on the ice, and they were not lifeless at all. Not to mention, there are countless snow peaks in the Permafrost Wasteland. Under the sunlight, they are not all white, but have colorful flags, fluttering with the wind, which is so beautiful and refreshing. Among the mountains, countless felt tents gather there, and the houses look like houses.
   There is an error in the records of the fairy world.
   He was heading towards the Styx River, which was close to the Demon City. He saw that the Styx River broke down on a cliff and formed a three-thousand-foot waterfall. Hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers borrowed the way from the Styx River, and there was also a large area of flowers in full bloom. Manzhushahua.
   He was amazed in it, and didn’t feel any discomfort. After flying for a long time, Xie Fuling suddenly realized that since everyone came to the Demon Realm, he could definitely start a live broadcast of outdoor adventures! What Zhufo City, Wangchuan River, Styx Waterfall, Hundred Thousand Yin Soldiers… will definitely attract a lot of attention.
   The more Xie Fuling thought about it, the more she felt that this method was feasible.
   He didn’t forget what he came here for in the first place—how could this order be so far away! He has been flying for a long time, if this continues, he will have to pay more!
   ——
   Ye Qing has the Dao of Heaven system.
   In the Heavenly Dao system, although the Demon Territory is boundless, he can load maps in the four directions of east, west, south, west, and north at any time. Sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, vegetation, birds, hundreds of millions of creatures… All the information of the three worlds of immortals, demons and monsters can be seen in the map, and it is completely a world in the palm of your hand.
   Like a game account, Ye Qing only logs in occasionally. This time when he landed, he found a remarkable existence.
   He found a red name of “???” in a frozen lake. What kind of thing is it? It’s really curious.
   Out of curiosity, he came here.
   The northern border of the Demon Realm is a vast white snowfield, the snow peaks are magnificent, the glaciers are ups and downs, and there are only sinners in a radius of thousands of miles. It is very cold here, and the demons born in the severe cold all wear fur cloaks.
   Ye Qing was no exception, he wore a furry cloak.
   Here he found a collapsed ruin that seemed to be a temple. Among the ruins of the wall, the remains of a statue, together with the towering stone pillars, were submerged in the wind and snow.
   Ye Qing carefully avoided the pillar buried in the wind and snow.
   He also saw a demon cultivator in a black robe. The demon cultivator seemed to have the ability to transform into a god, and he was wearing a bamboo hat, fishing in the ice lake here.
   Ye Qing took a deep breath.
   Wow, isn’t this the comprehension version of the lonely boat and hat, fishing for Han Jiangxue alone? It’s too romantic!
   There was a blizzard blowing in the snow.
   Ordinary teenagers find it cold, but Feng Shan has a strong cultivation base, his expression is indifferent, he regards the biting cold wind as nothing, and his thin robe does not affect his actions at all.
   As always, he fished here.
   The ice lake is extremely beautiful, hidden in the boundless mountains. The waters are like a mirror, and the lake is crystal clear.
   Only Ye Qing, who came here for the first time, didn’t know the inside story, otherwise Snow Mountain Moxiu would know that this is a dead lake, and any living thing falling here will die instantly. Because of the tens of thousands of years of resentment in this lake, he fished here day and night.
   Not fishing for anything, but feeding regularly.
   Yes, he is what he is—the caretaker.
   Today, he fished as usual, and put a large piece of bloodshot flesh on the hook, ready to put it into the bottom of the water.
   Suddenly he heard some movement, turned his head to look, and found that it was a young man, wearing a white fox fur cloak, coming from the snow with a sword, with ice mist and snowflakes flying behind him.
   The young man’s eyebrows and eyes are extremely delicate, his eyes are delicate as if he can speak, and a series of white mist appears when he breathes lightly. The holy snow shines on the other party, showing a thrilling light, even the halo of Yujian’s flight is azure blue , In the heavy snow, this scene looked like a dream.
   Feng Shan became nervous instantly, and tightened his grip on the fishing rod in his hand.
   Nothing else, just because of the young man’s face, the entire Demon Realm and all the Demon Cultivators know him.
   Even though Feng Shan was guarding in the snow mountain and isolated from the world for too long, he still recognized Ye Qing’s face even when it turned into ashes, not to mention that he was the guard appointed by the demon lord Pei Xuan.
   The more nervous he was, the more thoughts he had.
   How did the young master come here?
   Cold sweat dripped from Feng Shan’s forehead. He wanted to pretend that he didn’t know Ye Qing’s identity. He tried his best to imagine the ferocious face, and expelled him in a cold voice: “Who are you? Leave quickly. This place is dangerous. It’s not like you, a disciple of the immortal sect, should where you came from.”
   Ye Qing was really startled, his eyes widened slightly, “Brother, you are so fierce.”
   Ah, is he too fierce? Did you scare the young master? If you scared the young master, it would be another crime.
   Feng Shan couldn’t hold back his expression, and immediately softened his expression, and said with a guilty conscience, soft heart and firmness: “In short, go! The snow mountain is lonely, and it’s not the place you should come. Coming to the snow mountain with such little clothes is simply looking for death!” Accidentally, he showed his concern again.
   Ye Qing saw his guilty conscience, “Brother, you know me!”
   “I, I don’t… Well, I know.” Moxiu couldn’t lie, so he could only admit it, and respectfully called the young master, “My subordinate is Feng Shan, who has lived in seclusion here for many years.”
   The young master is very good at climbing up the pole. Of course, it may be pure curiosity, “What kind of fish are you fishing here? Why put such a big piece of meat.”
   Feng Shan was silent.
   Can he say, isn’t he fishing? Isn’t he here to guard a dragon that has been suppressed by the devil for many years and whose body and soul have been tortured?
   Under the entire iceberg, under the calm water of the lake, lurks that colossal monster, which is an ancient thing. It can make the whole snow mountain fall into dead silence.
   Someone specifically explained that the young lord should not know about this matter, otherwise it would add more glory to the bloody and cruel image of the devil lord.
   As a caretaker, Feng Shan naturally obeyed his orders, worked hard, and never slacked off.
   Although he also thinks that the image of the demon lord still needs to be washed, the most terrifying person in the whole world. But he also knew that the demon lord attached great importance to this palm treasure, and when he thought about the cruel and brutal killing intent under the demon lord’s calm face, he felt terrified.
   Don’t even think about it, you have to hide it.
   He said: “My young master, you found out. My subordinates live in seclusion here and have nothing to do. They raised a giant fish, and I put raw meat every day… This fish is extremely cruel. You must be careful, young master. Too close.”
   The ancient thing would not stop drinking or eating, and any living thing that fell into the icy lake would die instantly. Most of the raw meat he put in was not for the other party to eat, but for the other party to strangle and vent their hatred.
   “Fish?” Ye Qing really believed it.
   In the vast snow-capped mountains, there are always some illusory and exaggerated legends. The three question marks “???” turned out to be a fish raised by Moxiu.
   “That’s right, it’s a fish.”
   Before Feng Shan could finish his words, the aura of the snow mountain changed, and the aura like a sea tide surged in, causing Feng Shan’s expression to change dramatically.
   This is a strange rhythm, the ancient tone is like a singing voice, Ye Qing can’t hear what it is, but Feng Shan can hear it – it’s a dragon chant.
   He heard the dragon chant.
   The voice was sharp and piercing, piercing the eardrums, slightly hoarse, with a hatred that spanned thousands of years, calling the monosyllabic word “Qing” and “Qing” over and over again. Ye Qing was not deaf, so he heard it naturally, and now it was his turn to widen his eyes, “Brother Feng Shan, do the fish you raise recognize me? Are they calling my name?”
   This… Let him use his clever brain to think about how to make it round.
   Feng Shan thought for a while, and chose to open his eyes and talk nonsense: “No, young master, my subordinate just forgot to say, the subordinate’s first name is Feng Shan, and another one’s nickname is Feng Qing.”
   Cultivators have many enemies, and it is normal for a person to walk in the world with two or more names.
   “Oh, so that’s the case.” Ye Qing suddenly realized and believed it again.
   The next moment, the sound of the dragon’s roar stopped abruptly, as if it was irritated.
   I saw that under the icy river, waves began to appear, like a pan of oil rolling over with astonishing momentum.
   ——
   After the fairy gate magic circle was restored to its original state, Venerable Wen Ye waited patiently for another seven days. This time, the “Appraisal of Treasure” program finally stopped opening the window and resumed the update.
   The smooth jade slip is the latest program.
   The Master Zixiaozong, the Elder of the Lingge Sect, and the Taoist Monarch of the Ancient Tomb Sect appeared. They first thanked the collective demon cultivators for their help, and said, “Thank you Venerable Wen Ye of the Blood Fiend Palace and the disciples in the sect for their help.” When speaking a word, the three real people spoke dryly, their collective tongues seemed to be knotted, and they couldn’t speak fluently.
   It doesn’t matter, Venerable Wen Ye pursed his lips, and his ears became slightly warm.
   It turns out that giving roses to others, the taste of lingering fragrance in hands is so refreshing!
   It wasn’t until the disciples of Guiyuanzong presented a new baby that the three real people regained their fluent speech in an instant, and started a fierce quarrel over the new baby.
   Venerable Wen Ye’s irritable heart, which had been waiting for many days, was greatly relieved.
   A broken trailer, whetted his appetite for half a month.
   What did the Taoist priest of the Ancient Tomb School say when he was forced to silence him? Is this sharp black dragon horn a dragon or an evil dragon?
   The real person of Zixiaozong said: “This dragon horn is real… I have the blood of a Gua Master flowing in my body, which can capture the past on the dragon horn. It was a rainy night. The sky and the ground are raining. In the mighty rain , I saw a dragon. The dragon turned into a human body…”
   In front of the crowd, Zixiao Zong Daoist lost his composure for the first time, and a trance-worshipping smile appeared on his face.
   That must be the “Dragon God”——
   That dragon has pale and transparent skin, the wet rainwater slanted from the sky, the scales all over his body are wet, his long jet-black hair hangs behind him, he has the most arrogant appearance in the world, everywhere he goes Water marks.
   Master Zixiaozong can feel the “Dragon God”‘s full ambition, and he firmly believes in it.
   Only a god who can swim the rivers and seas and call the wind and rain can blow the cold winter and exhale the scorching heat. His strength and unruliness make him so proud, and he looks down on the whole world, so he has such arrogance and staunchness. He has a temperament that believes that he is the only one in heaven and earth.
   The second time he touched the dragon’s horn, Master Zixiaozong trembled all over.
   He trembled from the bottom of his heart, and felt a kind of humbleness and insignificance, as if a distant, mysterious and vivid legend more than 20,000 years ago was slowly unfolding to him.
   “I saw him stretching out his hand towards a young man… You may think that I am talking nonsense, or that Zhongshan Dragon God is a false legend, but I really saw it!” The real Zixiaozong’s expression gradually became frenzied, and his tone was hurried .
   The boy couldn’t see his face clearly, he should belong to a human being more than 20,000 years ago.
   Dragon God’s slender fingers seemed to hold back, but also seemed to be extremely resentful. He wanted to slit the boy’s throat, but it was the “Dragon God” himself who screamed in the end.
   It seemed that something was chasing him. The mighty “Dragon God” fell into the rain, and even fell into the river. His scales were stained with the mud of the river, and a dragon horn was cut off.
   This dragon horn was separated from its owner, and only the sand from Zhongshan was carried in the gap, which later fell into the hands of Guiyuanzong’s disciples.
   This dragon horn was also presented to the public and accepted appraisals from all directions.
   The Dragon God’s words shocked everyone in the room, and everyone couldn’t believe it.
Venerable Wen Ye was quite surprised when he heard this.
   Ordinary people don’t have the blood of Gua masters, but they just feel that Zixiaozong’s real person is really stubborn about the “Dragon God”. From the trailer to the scene, he has not changed his statement.
   But is this really the case?
   The second expert, the Elder of the Spiritual Song Sect, immediately stood up and said in a clear voice, “This old man disagrees.”
   There was an uproar in the audience, and everyone’s eyes were drawn away.
   The elder of Lingge Sect said: “The theory of the Dragon God is illusory. Although the old man does not have the blood of the Gua Master in his body, but the old man put his finger on it lightly and injected a wave of spiritual energy. He also felt the words of the past, so the old man decided that this is not the Dragon God. It’s an evil dragon.”
   He gently closed his eyes and saw a flood that happened more than 20,000 years ago.
   The sky was filled with muffled thunder, and purple lightning pierced the ink-splashed sky. In the bottomless river, he saw the black body, transformed into a man, enjoying himself leisurely, with those red eyes staring at the world.
   The gods have always been merciful to the world, how could they have such an extremely evil heart?
   He sensed various emotions, such as “admiration”, “retention”, “resentment”, “jealousy” and “embarrassment”.
   Turning the clouds and rains for his own selfishness, creating natural disasters and demon disasters, the other party’s miserable end made him even more convinced that he was an evil dragon!
   The words of the elders of the Spirit Song Sect are also well-founded, and the “Dragon-Snake Controversy” has attracted countless attention. At this time, the focus of the controversy was given to the third expert, the Daojun of the Ancient Tomb Sect.
   Wherever the camera went, the Daoist Monarch of the Ancient Tomb Sect looked indifferent, and he nodded slightly towards the crowd.
   In the trailer, the program group silenced Daojun’s remarks, which startled countless people to complain. Everyone knows that this move is to keep the suspense, which is understandable, but they will still scold when they should.
   Here comes the main event.
   What would the Daoist of the Ancient Tomb Sect say? The two real people are his lifelong friends. One is the theory of the dragon god, and the other is the theory of the evil dragon. Whose point of view will he agree with?
   Could he come up with a more novel point of view?
   Everyone’s expectations were full, and they never expected that after clearing his throat, the Taoist Lord of the Ancient Tomb Sect really said the third thought-both of them were right, the owner of the dragon horn 20,000 years ago was the dragon god It is also an evil dragon.
   Master Zixiaozong said that someone cut off the dragon’s horn with a single sword.
   He believed, but more than 20,000 years ago, in that era of extreme chaos and sometimes shrouded in divine light, who could kill gods, and who would dare to kill gods? Who can make the dragon degenerate into a dragon and make it suffer from pain and torture?
   Naturally, there is only that man who is so strong in the world.
   Thinking of this, a name came to mind, but no one dared to blurt it out easily.
   That was a story from more than 20,000 years ago. At that time, Pei Xuan was so young that it was already so dreadful. As time went by, the rivers turned into tidal flats, and the tidal flats turned into field ridges, leaving only a few words in the dragon’s horn, which no ordinary person can peek at. Unless it is the person involved, unless they can travel back in time and space, no one can tell what happened back then, so he is just guessing boldly.
   As soon as the Daoist of the Ancient Tomb Sect said this, the faces of the two experts changed drastically, and the next reaction was out of their minds, and the program ended in a hurry.
   The audience was left with question marks: “???”
   Daojun, what are you talking about, Daojun! You can’t be a riddler of the fairy gate!
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