Fuyu Mountain, Demonic Sect.

The dark nightmare covers the sun, and thousands of demons cries and howls. In the realm, a world has become.

On the star-watching platform, it was originally a place to watch stars, but where can I see any starlight now?

Meng Xuan stood on it, thinking about the distance.

That night, the magnificent sword light of the Northern Region was imprinted in my heart. Even now I think about it, my heart is also very excited.

"Zhong Buqi!"

By reciting this name, Meng Xuan could still feel the anger flowing in his blood.

Meng Xuan used the power of heaven and earth and the wisdom of his ancestors to create a domain and promoted the Demon Sect to a top sect that is now standing in the world of cultivation. It is indeed a failure.

Meng Xuan's status in the Moji Sect is now an existence that can be called the sect as his ancestor. Except for the ancestor of the Moji Sect, the leaders of all dynasties cannot compare with him.

The four veins of the Junshan Star Art are in the entire world of cultivation. Meng Xuan’s cultivation can now be included in the top ten.

Unfortunately, no matter how good his cultivation level or what kind of achievements he had, he seemed so eclipsed before the sword light.

Zhong Buqi!

He is a hurdle in the hearts of all the great masters in the world of practice today.

They are so arrogant that they are separated by the past and present. They are hard to match, but they have to face it.

I can't move it away, and I can't move it away.

As a great master, he is not a stream but a natural barrier between him and the other great masters.

In the past century, except for Zhong Buqi, there are only Yuan Cheng and Yang Chun who can overcome this natural barrier.

However, Yuan Cheng was defeated by Yang Ci and died early.

Yang Chun escaped into Yizhou under the order of Yang Ci and protected the Yang family for many years. He had not moved for many years, but was shocking the earth when he left. Not long ago, he guarded Yang Xian into the summer palace and killed the great master Chunyu Wutong with one move. Thousands of soldiers could not stop him.

This incident spread all over the world, which shocked all the great masters in the world, and they didn't feel sad.

But Yang Chun is Yang Chun after all. He would support the Yang family in the remote Yizhou area alone in the remote Yizhou for decades, and have been unknown for decades.

The other monks would admire Yang Chun, resent, jealous, and envious Yang Chun, and the only thing they would not do was to treat him as their enemy.

All the monks knew that Yang Chun would only clear out the obstacles that blocked Yang Xian. Although he was a monk, he did not belong to the world of cultivation.

These two great masters who could have left the name of eternal in the world of cultivation, one fell early, while the other was because they had a serious crime and were unable to do as fate.

I don’t know if it was their luck or misfortune to meet Yang Ci.

The remaining one is Zhong Buqi.

He is what all monks really need to face now and have to face.

When Meng Xuan thought of this, he unconsciously showed a hint of self-deprecating smile.

Such a character was born in this world, and it was so annoying that people could not help but helpless.

With a sound of joy in the distance, Meng Xuan turned back from his thoughts, but saw a blue light breaking through the black fog, illuminating the realm, attracting the rustling of all demons.

"Is this black one from Yang Xian?"

The green black flew straight towards the observatory, stirring up huge smoke and dust. Above the green black, Nian Xianchen's figure was like jade, and her dress was swaying and floating, as if she was a goddess on the Yaotai platform.

At the moment when the green wu landed, the six Vajra Demon figurines jumped down and remained motionless. At the same time, disciples of the Demon Ji Sect rushed to the star platform to serve as guards.

"Everything comes back!"

Meng Xuan waved his sleeve lightly, repelled a disciple of the Demon Sect, and looked at Nian Xianchen.

"Who did you really learn from? Yang Xian has never told you that when you visit someone, do you have to go to the main entrance?"

Nian Xianchen's figure rose up, and in a flash, he came from Qingwu's back to Meng Xuan.

"Although I betrayed the demon clan, I still felt anger in my heart for some reason when I saw Master Meng's methods."

"Do you still have compassion for the same clan? You are the most peculiar Yuan Demon of the Demon Clan for thousands of years."

Meng Xuan smiled and waved his hand.

Three demon shadows appeared from Meng Xuan's side. Black mist swayed around his body, condensed into a robe, his figure was as empty as a real person, but his face was clear and firm as if he was a devout believer.

They are the three Yuan Demons who once took charge of the Demon Realm, and they are also Nian Xianchen's former colleagues, but now they look like this.

"Xianchen, are you here? Long time no see, are you?"

When these three Yuan Demons saw Nian Xianchen, they showed a peaceful smile on their faces, and were very happy, and their words were full of concern.

Nian Xianchen frowned and looked at them with some disgust.

"It's better to die than to die!"

These three Yuan Demons were not angry when they heard Nian Xianchen's words. Instead, their smiles became more peaceful. They bowed their heads and their figures slowly disappeared into the void.

"The methods of Sect Master Meng are truly unparalleled in the world!"

Meng Xuan ignored Nian Xianchen's anger and asked, "What is Yang Xian asking you to come?"

Nian Xianchensu waved his hand and a light ball floated out from his fingers. The light ball gradually expanded, and the aperture of the outer layer gradually became thinner. To a certain extent, the light ball shattered and a brocade box fell into Nian Xianchen's hand.

"Is the method of the gods? It seems that you have made great progress in your days with Yang Xian!"

"This brocade box is a magic weapon of the gods, and you will exchange for five thousand demon soldiers and generals."

Meng Xuan did not pick it up in person, or even opened it. A demon shadow appeared beside him, took the box from Nian Xianchen's hand, and arched it to the side.

"I can lend you the five thousand demon soldiers and demon generals. But Yang Xian wants these five thousand demon soldiers and demon generals, so he won't want to attack the Liangzhou army!"

"This joke is not funny at all. Can't you guess the wisdom of Sect Master Meng?"

"Cold Moon Lake, Nine-headed Snake." Meng Xuan looked at Nian Xianchen, and his eyes were filled with glory. "I can guess that Yang Xian wanted to attack him, but I don't know why Yang Xian wanted to attack him? The demon emperor is ambitious now, but he is far away in the demon realm. It's the turn of Huan Wu, Zhu Zi, and Jing Yun, but it's not his turn of Yang Xian to have a headache. Unless Yang Xian has long regarded Liangzhou as his belongings."

As soon as the words came out, Meng Xuan's face had a trace of intriguing smile.

"Zengzhu Meng is too worried. He just wants to get his demon soul and refine the ghost soldiers!"

Looking at Nian Xianchen's figure moving away, Meng Xuan sighed casually.

"This Liangzhou is remote, but Zhu Zi is a great master of the world. He has tens of thousands of Western Liang cavalry under his command. Huan Wu dared not move such combat power. Yang Xian, if you want to take it, you will not only bear the reputation of being a rebellious of your allies, but also lose all your heart. I am really curious, what do you want to take it?"
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