Shen Que Zi held the black mist demon pill in his hand, his face looked much older, and finally, I saw that his eyes gradually became cold and terrifying, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother, you go all the way, even if my brother becomes a demon in the future, he will definitely avenge you......

At the end of the words, he no longer hesitated, put two fingers to his mouth, and swallowed the magic pill.

"Uh......"

The moment he swallowed the magic pill, Shen Que Zi only felt a strong suffocation, and the next moment, the true qi in his body walked wildly, his body gradually became black mist, a strange black magic mark appeared in the center of his eyebrows, his lips also turned purple and black, and his two eyes became blood red, as if he had fallen into a demon, and he no longer had the appearance of the fairy wind bones in the past.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap, and it was pouring rain outside, and the thunderstorm was combined, and I saw that Shen Quezi's eyes were closed, and his body was surrounded by mist, and the sword wound on his chest was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In this way, until midnight, two disciples suddenly came from outside: "Report! Elder Shenque, ...... outside."

"Boom!"

Another thunderclap, lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the scene inside the cave, when the two disciples saw the almost demonized Elder Shenque at this time, the two of them were stunned at the same time, and the next half of the sentence was stunned back.

At this moment, Shen Quezi suddenly opened his eyes, his appearance at the moment was seen, and he didn't hesitate, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the two disciples in the air.

The two disciples were so frightened that they didn't even have time to scream and beg for mercy, and the ten fingers of Shen Que Zi had already buckled into the top of the two of them, and the blood was suddenly gushing, leaving five terrifying blood holes on the top of the two of them.

In an instant, Shen Quezi's demonic skill was urged, and he sucked the blood souls of the two disciples into his body, and his strength increased a little, and those two disciples became vain ghosts in this mountain.

In the early morning of the second day, Shenque Zi slowly walked out of the cave, and at this time, he became the elder of the Shenque Palace who was the fairy wind and Dao bone during the day, but there was a trace of invisible magic in his pupils.

"Xiao Yichen, Meng Xian'er, this endless mountain range is the place where the two of you are buried......"

......

Besides, Xiao Chen, who floated along the river for three days and three nights, was washed by the river at this time

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On the shore, I don't know whether it is this shore or the other shore, but I see that the shore is full of red and blood-like flowers, and in the charm, there is a bit of taboo weirdness.

The smell of strange fragrance, like the call of the underworld, makes people fall into a deep dream, unable to wake up, immersed in the memories of the past and present lives.

This is the most bizarre flower on the way to the underworld, on the Huangquan Road, on the bank of the Lechuan River, for some reason, it is full of the world.

"It's so cloudy here, Lord Suzuma, do we still have to continue looking along the shore......

I saw a group of people suddenly coming in the distance, about twenty or thirty people, the woman at the head, wearing a purple dress, with a charming posture, was no one else, it was the Jade Xuan Ji of the Dream Immortal Sect, because she was good at making a pair of purple jade ** bells, hooking the soul, extremely powerful, so she was called "Bell Demon Jade Yin".

"According to the instructions of the sect master, the clues of the 'Demon Sutra' should be found here, but I have been waiting for three days, and I have not seen any clues about the Demon Sutra, which is strange...... Wait!"

"Suzuma-sama...... What's wrong?"

The disciples behind saw that she suddenly stopped and didn't leave, and there were strange demon flowers blooming everywhere, and more than 20 people were all on guard.

"The man is ......"

Yu Yin Xuanji's eyes froze, obviously finding Xiao Chen, who was sleeping on the shore and couldn't wake up, and more than two dozen disciples of the Dream Immortal Sect behind her followed her gaze, and they also saw the unconscious person in the red flower bush.

One of the female disciples in red clothes recognized Xiao Chen, covered her mouth and exclaimed, "It's Xiao Yichen from the Xuanqing Sect......"

"Wait......"

Yu Yin Xuanji looked solemn, and walked over slowly, making sure that it was Xiao Chen, but this person, how could he sleep here? It's really weird......

She slowly squatted down, and after a look, she found that Xiao Chen was seriously injured, all her internal organs were damaged, and it was a miracle that she was still alive.

"Lord Suzuma, this man ...... What's wrong with him?"

The female disciple in red clothes walked up, and the last time she was in the 100,000 dense forest, she had seen Xiao Chen show his might and hit countless people in the Taishi Dao Sect, because she felt that Xiao Chen should also be a person with advanced cultivation like the sect master, how could she fall asleep at this time

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Over here?

Yu Yin Xuanji frowned and said: "He has suffered extremely serious internal injuries, and the person who injured him, in fact, is at least a person close to the realm of the ruin......

"Cultivator ...... of the Heaven Realm"

Hearing this, not only the red-robed disciple was shocked, but the twenty-odd disciples behind were all shocked, could it be that such a powerful master came to this mountain range? Could it be that he also came for the legendary Demon Sutra......

What Yu Yin Xuanji thought at this time, but it was different from the twenty or so disciples, I saw her eyes firmly fixed on Xiao Chen, thinking that if she failed to find the clues of the Demon Sutra this time, after going back, the sect master would definitely be displeased, but this Xiao Yichen had a lot to do with the Book of Heaven, if she brought it back, the merits and demerits would be offset, and the sect master would inevitably exempt her from the responsibility of not finding the clues of the Demon Sutra.

Thinking of this, I saw her slowly get up, looked at the more than twenty disciples behind her, and said in a low voice: "This person's matter, don't make a noise first, we will secretly bring him back to the Drunken Dream Immortal Forest and hand him over to the sect master to deal with. ”

Obviously, she had guessed that the person who could hurt Xiao Chen so badly, except for the elder of the Taishi Dao Sect who had cultivated to an extremely high level, no one else could do it.

After hearing this, the more than 20 disciples glanced at each other, and did not ask any more questions, and the woman in the red dress stepped forward, carrying Xiao Chen behind her, and the rest followed closely, and the group left the vicinity and headed northwest.

Three thousand miles northwest from here, there is a place called "Drunken Dream Immortal Forest", which is a branch altar established by the Dream Immortal Sect in the Endless Mountain Range in the early years.

Although it is the early spring of January, many places have just melted the ice and snow, and the cold is still through the bones, but in the drunken dream fairy forest, you can see the flowers like a brocade, the clouds and mist are ethereal, and a dusty atmosphere is coming, and it is not like the world.

In the depths of the clouds, I saw the palace buildings looming, like a fairyland in the clouds, which made people intoxicated and lingered.

At this time, I was in a jade pond behind the palace, but I saw that the water in the pond was sparkling, and there was a flower tree in the middle, and the light red petals fell with the wind, falling all over the water, and fell on the tips of a person's hair and jade shoulders.

The man sat quietly in the water, the pool water was shallow, just submerged in his chest, but he saw snow-white skin, as flawless as jade, so beautiful and beautiful, indifferent to the dust, how could he be a fairy in the world?

This person is none other than the sect master of the Dream Immortal Sect, the dream fairy known as the "Dust Fairy".

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