At the exit of the demon-turning corridor, Su Yang, who was like a bloody man, was gasping heavily, and his eyes were scattered. Behind him, the Thunder Battle Armor was pierced through a hole the size of a scattered bulb, and it was covered in blood and flesh. You could even see the blood-colored muscles that were constantly trembling from the wound on his back. The injury was so serious that it could be said to be a fatal injury.

If Su Yang hadn't had enough Dao Dan around him and his body refining level reached the peak of level 12, if he had a person of equivalent cultivation, such injuries alone would have been enough to destroy the body.

Such injuries were unprecedented in Su Yang's journey of cultivation, and it was simply a line of life and death.

If it weren't for him that he had rushed out of the demon transformation corridor, causing the black demon blade to touch a little bit, and now he would have lost his life. He was then melted into nourishment by the demon transformation corridor and sinking into it forever.

At this moment, Su Yang had no time to look at the surrounding environment, fell to the spot and did everything possible to heal his wounds.

It was unknown how long it took, but Su Yang slowly opened his eyes. The severe wound on his back had begun to heal. The true energy that had been exhausted and dried up was also recovered a little after a long period of breathing and cultivation.

Judging from his situation, Su Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly. In order to pass through this demon-turning corridor, his cultivation strength had dropped by 40%. This was not the premise of serious back injuries.

Now, Su Yang believes that even if he fights with a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator who has excellent magical powers, he will not be able to easily win it.

"Hope it's all worth it"

It was impossible for him to recover in a short period of time, so Su Yang simply stood up and began to look at the surrounding environment. He never thought that a familiar golden light flew to him from a distance with a "scarlet" sound.

The golden axe surface showed the appearance of the King of Jiulu, and his expression showed an unexpected look: "Boy, how did you rush out? The King of I am almost 90% sure you will die inside. It's really strange."

When Su Yang heard this, he did not hide it. He immediately broke through the demonic silk that had been blocked from the way forward with his innate Taoist flame "Qinghuangdan", which led to the ancient demon body breaking out of the coffin. Finally, relying on the purgatory demon head assimilated by the tiger spirit to hide his own aura, and tried all the whole process of rushing out of the demon-turning corridor, and told Jiulu Zhenjun to know.

"You said that ghost thing broke the sarcophagus?" Jiulu Zhenjun suddenly exclaimed loudly.

Su Yang nodded and said, "But according to my observation, he should have not broken the ban, otherwise I would have no life to leave the demon-turning corridor."

Jiulu Zhenjun snorted: "If that ghost thing breaks the ban, no one in this small world will be alive."

"But the sarcophagus is broken, which means that this ghost is not far from completely regaining his mind. At that time, it will only be a matter of time before the ban is broken."

Hearing this, Su Yang couldn't help but look anxious and said, "Is there a way to remedy?"

He had experienced the terror of the powerful god-transforming powerhouse, and knew that if the ancient demon body escaped from the trap, there would be no one in this ancient domain to suppress the crushing existence. At that time, the creature Tu Su Yang would not care about it, but he still had many caring people in this place, how could he not worry?

Jiulu Zhenjun said expressionlessly: "Impossible."

Su Yang believed that the Lord Jiulu Zhenjun could not deceive him in this matter, so he frowned and said, "How long will it take?"

"It can be as many as three to five hundred years, and it can be as few as more than a hundred years."

The King of Jiulu said without comment: "Don't think about it, this little thousand world is destroyed by your kid. If no one cared about this demon-turning corridor, it would take at least three thousand years before this ghost thing could break out of the coffin."

Unexpectedly, after the time period of Jiulu Zhenjun gave Su Yang, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his previous depression was wiped out.

This change obviously made Master Jiulu a little confused and couldn't help but mutter: "You guy, you must have been stimulated and lost your heart and crazy.

Upon hearing this, Su Yang said calmly: "The ancient realm will definitely not be destroyed in the hands of this ancient demon. In a hundred years, I will definitely return to this place and kill it."

"You? You want to kill the middle stage of God Transformation in a hundred years?"

Jiulu Zhenjun was also an arrogant and awesome character back then, and he was a great figure who had made a name for himself in the great realm of cultivation. But even with his vision, he had never heard of any early-stage Jindan cultivator who threatened to kill the middle-stage powerful man in a hundred years.

"What's wrong?" Su Yang said calmly: "Maybe it won't take a hundred years."

The Lord Jiulu was silent for a while, and then burst out with a hysterical laughter. Finally, he seemed to say to himself: "I didn't expect that there is a person in this world who is more arrogant than my Lord Jiulu. Good you, a boy named Su, I saw you right, it's not bad."

Su Yang said seriously: "Senior Jiulu, I don't need to say a hundred years. That's not arrogance, but a full grasp."

"Okay, I'll give you ten years of confidence in this sentence. If you can break through to the early stage of the Nascent Soul within ten years, I will take you to a place. If you don't say anything, it will be no difficulty to reach the level of cultivation at that level.

"Of course, if you cannot meet the requirements of the Lord of the True Lord within ten years, then the Lord of the True Lord will not have time to waste time on you."

"Now that I am tired of my true lord, you can play it yourself first, but if you do something to die next time, I will not save you again."

After saying that, Jiulu Zhenjun had already penetrated into the golden axe without waiting for Su Yang to respond and disappeared. The golden axe lost the control of Jiulu Zhenjun and was controlled by Su Yang again, and obediently fell into his palm.

"What a weird old man"

Su Yang put him in the clan and didn't think much about it. After all, the other party saved his life, and his grudges were as clear as others. He was grateful. After sighing, he finally looked around and began to search for his only target here - the ancestor secret library.

In a valley with relatively thin spiritual energy in Wuji Peak, the "Baizhantang" cultivators led by Du Suifeng have already chosen a temporary cave and started practicing crazily.

Du Suifeng always remembered Su Yang's explanation before leaving that during this period, under his constraints, the cultivators of Baizhantang were almost completely isolated from the world and did not have any interaction with any monks in the inner sect to avoid conflicts. Even choosing caves was to find those simple places that no one cares about. It was so low-key that they could not be as low-key.

But even so, it is still inevitable that inner disciples who belong to the "Yuan Pomen" and even the "Ming Yuan Sect" will come to provoke.

Fortunately, since Du Suifeng condensed the "Li Wang Jufeng Golden Pill", although he was still only in the early stage of the Golden Pill cultivation, he already had the strong strength to fight with late stage cultivators of the Golden Pill and gain the upper hand.

The guys who came to provoke trouble one after another were defeated or retreated after Du Suifeng came forward, but they were in peace for several days.

Until this time, an old acquaintance led more than a hundred Jindan monks to suddenly appear, which made Du Suifeng realize that something might happen this time.
Chapter completed!