Rahu has always been an ascetic, the hardships of penance are really uncomfortable, now the beauty is on the side, visiting together, it is really a good experience, he is very happy to accompany Concubine Yu to visit all the large and small peaks of the Demon Sect, except for a forbidden place in the depths of the sect.

That forbidden place was the retreat place of the old ancestor of the Demon Sect, and it was Han Ming's nominal half grandfather.

In addition to that forbidden place, there was another place that made Han Ming slightly surprised, that is, the two peaks on the side of the Demon Sect's mountain gate, called the Twin Spirit Cliffs, and there was an abyss more than 100 zhang wide between the peaks, called Mojiaotan.

According to Concubine Yu, there are two ninth-order ink Jiao in this ink Jiao pool, one male and one female, which are the spirit beasts of the Demon Sect's Zhen Sect, and they are so old that they are even above Concubine Yu's grandfather, and they are considered real inheritance spirit beasts.

After visiting the Nightmare Demon Sect, Han Ming returned to the peak where Concubine Yu was located, a small and not small, but quite secluded place, called Pansi Mountain, Pansi Cave in Pansi Mountain, which is Concubine Yu's cave.

"Pansi Cave, how does it feel like a spider spirit cave!" Han Ming said jokingly.

"What about the spider spirit, I'm a white bone spirit, and I'm going to make you soup and eat your bones tonight!" Concubine Yu pursed her mouth, revealing a fierce appearance, and threatened viciously.

"Yes, then let's see if I, the monkey king, can stop your white bone spirit!" Han Ming smiled, stretched out his arms and was about to grab Concubine Yu, but Concubine Yu giggled, jumped a few times, and jumped away.

Han Ming shook his head and smiled, quickly followed, and walked into the silk hole.

.........

At the same time, in a mountain range tens of thousands of miles away from the Nightmare Demon Sect, a huge sect that was not inferior to the Mountain Gate of the Nightmare Demon Sect was located here, which was also full of aura, but in some places, there was a faint black demonic qi that occasionally appeared.

This is not a side land, it is the only Demon Sect among the Ten Great Demon Sects that can suppress the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect also has a forbidden place, similar to the forbidden place of the ancestor of the Demon Sect, not only ordinary monks are not allowed to enter, but they are not summoned or trespass during the Yuan Infant Period, and those who violate the order have disappeared silently, including the Yuan Infant Period.

This is the retreat of the Great Protector of the Demon Sect!

Unlike the Demon Sect, the Demon Sect is a monopoly, and the one who is really in power is this hidden Great Protector, who has made a decision that almost no one dares to disobey, whether it is the many Yuan Infancy in the sect or the other two great cultivators.

The Great Protector of the Demon Sect, Feng Dingyi, a legendary figure in Middle-earth, is very prestigious, incomparable, except for the Seven Emperor Uncles of Zhao State and another special existence that can be compared to it, basically no one can compare with it.

When it comes to his reputation in the immortal cultivation world alone, even those old monsters who have been hiding for a long time can't compare to him!

In a stone chamber deep in the valley where the Great Protector was sealed, a man in a robe with an ordinary face who would immediately disappear from everyone in the crowd was behind him with one hand behind him, with a kind smile on his face, looking at a handsome young man with bare arms not far away.

If anyone is here, seeing this robed man showing such a kind and kind smile, I am afraid that he will be shocked to the extreme, and the decisive and ruthless Great Elder of the Demon Sect will have such a side!

The naked~ naked young man sat in a pool of milky white pool water, pinched his hands, closed his eyes and meditated, there were some miscellaneous spiritual things faintly floating in the pool water, there were eight thousand years of spiritual grass, there were rare blood soul jade, there were millions of spirit stones worth of repentant wind wood, stone milk, or all kinds of equally precious and abnormal poisons.

"In the end, if you cultivate here and refine this pool of spiritual liquid, you will be able to advance to the late stage in less than a hundred years. I'll go out and discuss something with your second uncle!" said the robed man softly, and then walked outside with his feet raised.

At this time, the young man in the pool was motionless, but as a large amount of essence in the pool water poured into his body, the upper body of his ** began to appear with gold and silver stripes, which looked extremely mysterious.

Not only that, but there was a palm-sized piece of skin on the young man's chest that slowly oozes blood, and on that piece of skin is a large piece of mysterious and strange small characters, twisted together, revealing a strange aura from the inside out.

The robed man walked out of the stone chamber and went to another stone chamber outside where the formation had been opened.

There are already more than 20 people sitting on the stone chairs in this stone room, there are men and women, old and young, and the realm is also used at all levels, the Yuan Infant Period, the Dan Period, the Foundation Building Period, the Qi Training Period, and even a mortal child of the age of a teenager.

When the twenty-odd men in the robe walked in, they all stood up and bowed, "Meet the patriarch!"

"No need to be polite!" the robed man shook his head silently, sat down on the main seat by himself, knocked on the stone chair with one hand, supported his chin with the other, and was silent.

A weeping old man with an abnormally old face and wrinkles all over his body coughed heavily, and said in a deep voice while holding on to his decaying and aging body: "Patriarch, how is the young patriarch doing with his cultivation!"

The man in the robe picked up the half-dead old man and spoke, and immediately squeezed out a smile and said: "Fifth uncle, you are always worried, in the end, he will enter the realm very well, it will not take many years, you can advance to the late stage!"

"Good, good, good. The old man at dusk squeezed his crutches hard, roared three times in a row, and then gasped heavily, before he almost cried out in sorrow: "How many years, how many years, the spell of fate, after all, there is a slight possibility that it will be lifted, and my clan finally does not have to live like ants in the shadows, decaying before aging, like a rotting corpse!"

Seeing this, the man in the robe squeezed out a smile again, but he sighed silently in his heart, even if he awakened the power of the second bloodline, he could comprehend the secret of the life spell and do so, the patriarch who used the secret technique of tracing the cause was the peak of power, and with the blood bonus of so many years and generations, the power of the life spell was unimaginably strong, and it was impossible to crack it!

Now, even if someone returns to their ancestors, awakens the power of the second bloodline, and advances to the stage of transforming into a god, they can only protect themselves, and they can die without being exposed to the power of that spell.

If you want to really lift the spell of fate that has entangled their clan, there is only one way, which is to trace the cause and effect and complete the task that their clan needs to complete, but this task is not easy to say, how easy is it to talk about the remaining twenty people of their clan, how to compete with the whole world?

"Fifth uncle, don't worry, this secret technique will be lifted after all!" the robed man continued to smile and comfort the dying old man.

"Okay, you have a chance in this vein, I will hold on to the old man, hold on for decades, if you don't wait, when will the secret art be lifted, when you worship the ancestral shrine, tell me secretly, let me have fun first." The dying old man grinned, his mouth was bare, without a single tooth, and then waved his hand vigorously: "The old man is old, I won't discuss big things with you, let's go first!"

The dying old man waved his hand and staggered towards the outside of the stone room, and the twenty or so people sitting on the stone chair all stood up and bowed their hands respectfully to the old man, even the robed male patriarch was no exception, the great protector of the Demon Sect. I want to talk about "The Second Immortal Fandao" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~