"Kaleidoscope, kaleidoscope, don't miss it when you pass by. Immortal spells and heavenly creations are definitely worth seeing!"

"One piece of broken spirit jade at a time, one or two spiritual valleys are enough. There are not many opportunities, don't miss it~~~~"

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As soon as I entered the Xicheng District of Tiandao City, the noise of the world came to my face, and I was about to fight.

If those magical powers and magic creations are removed, those fantasy and magnificent things that are not in the world and are unique to the world, they are actually no different.

Chu Liuxian was first a boy from the mountain, then a prince of a noble family and a prince of the immortal sect. Wang Cilong would only go smoother than him.

They had never been to such a place before. They walked around and looked around, and became a little excited for a moment.

Forgot the purpose of coming here, Chu Liuxian and the little fat man began to enjoy the unique excitement of the world.

When I came to the kaleidoscope, I saw a villain in the barrel, who was successful and fame, separation from life and death, and finally reunited;

There is a stall next to it, with a black cloth flat, with dozens or hundreds of magic weapons, fragments of Yin Shen magic weapons, and spiritual jade, so you can choose between luck and eyesight, and you can get rich overnight who can extract good spiritual materials, and you can get dejected by picking waste products;

A little further away, a white cloth fell down on the street, and the spells flashed inspiration, and the pavilions and towers were revealed on the cloth, making a sound of silhouettes. Most of them were the celestial lights left by magic. The legend reappeared here on the spot...

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Cultivators are also human beings. Before they reach the realm of immortals and Buddhas, they still eat men and women, and their desire to eat is irresistible.

On both sides of the street, there are stalls, all kinds of materials from monsters and spiritual plants, and they are cooked into delicious food by various fantastic ways, both wonderful and delicious. The two of Chu and Wang lingered.

"It's so pleasant!"

The little fat man picked up a white porcelain bowl and drank it all in one gulp, and shouted to the guy, "Two more bowls of Four Fruit Spirit Spring Sand, no, four bowls."

Chu Liuxian couldn't hide his illness. The temperature was not low in broad daylight, and he still kept fox fur fur, pursing the white porcelain bowl in his hand with a smile.

The so-called four fruits of Lingquan Sand is made of four kinds of spiritual fruits. It is supplemented with various auxiliary materials. Finally, the spiritual spring water condenses ice and then breaks it into sand and ice to rush in. It is sweet and cold in the heart and stomach, and cool inside and outside.

After eating four bowls in one breath, the fat man patted his bulging belly with satisfaction and said comfortably: "What's the good thing? Why didn't you find it before?"

Chu Liuxian had already finished eating, and smiled slightly, as he watched the wandering cultivators hurrying around, his face filled with a happy smile, and said leisurely: "Many times, we value things too much. If we work hard and move forward quickly, we will ignore the rest of the beauty."

This sentence refers not only to the front of you, but also to reflect on yourself, and there is no lack of advice. The fat man opposite him showed a meditative look.

This fact is not suitable for him. The little fat man pondered for a while, but couldn't do so. He simply gave up and held his chin with both hands and said boredly: "Why is the Nan Yao not yet? Could it be that the old monster in Black Mountain did not spread the news?"

At this moment, outside the Daozong Mountain Gate, on the Tiandao City, there was a clear sky, cloudless, and it didn't look like the appearance of a demon when it appeared.

"He dares not."

Chu Liuxian's words were concise and to the point.

"By the way." The little fat man became energetic and straightened up, "Brother Chu, do you think that the old demon in Black Mountain is really not dead? He took the attack of Ji Daozi!"

Ever since Ji Daozi forgot him and threw him in Qingxu Tian for six days, the little fat man firmly thought that this old man was unreliable, but this did not affect his ability to respect the true man of Yangshen.

A blow from the Yangshen Real Person!

The little fat man saw with his own eyes that the roots of the Black Mountain Old Demon penetrated deep into the entire Sky Cliff were burned out by flames, and even the Sky Cliff itself collapsed in front of him. He did not believe that under such circumstances, the Black Mountain Old Demon could still live!

"He is indeed alive."

Chu Liuxian recalled and said, "On the way to the Fozong Mountain Gate, Zhenren Ji Daozi once mentioned to me that the old monster in Black Mountain was indeed beyond the reach of an ordinary monster."

"What is his foot?"

The little fat man was intrigued and looked at Chu Liuxian with eager eyes.

Before the southern demon arrived, Chu Liuxian was idle, so he simply told the story that Ji Daozi told him about it and told the little fat man again.

It turns out that the old demon in Black Mountain is indeed extraordinary. He is the deepest part of a rotten swamp deep in the Ten Thousand Demon Forest. I don’t know how many years the roots of an old tree have been buried.

This tree root is not an ordinary tree root, but a small piece of tree root left behind when a tree was created, when a prenatal god and demon with a tree as its main body fell.

Compared with the heyday of the innate gods and demons known as the Wood God, this small tree root is naturally nothing, but when it falls, its demonic energy is extremely strong, which is the purest, originating from the innate gods and demons.

I have been silent in the depths of the swamp for many years. By chance, the old demon of Montenegro transformed from it, condensed into Montenegro into Montenegro, suppressing his body.

From then on, the old demon of Black Mountain could hardly leave the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons. Even if he went out, he would transform into a Dharma body from his original body.

Even if you encounter any strong man outside, the Black Mountain Old Demon will only lose a small piece of roots. In time, due to the specificity of its roots and feet, the Black Mountain Old Demon will be reborn in the Black Mountain.

That piece of innate god and demon roots will not be destroyed, and the old demon in Black Mountain is almost immortal.

Ji Daozi would mention this because on the sky cliff, the old monster of Black Mountain almost died.

Chu Liuxian seemed tired, leaned leisurely on the back of the chair and said, "I used the Emperor's Heaven Seal to display the Emperor's Heaven Order. Under the rules of heaven and earth, no matter the body of the old demon in Heishan or the Dharma body on the Heavenly Cliff, there is no way to escape."

"If he had died at my hands at that time, he would have died."

"so……"

The little fat man understood and slapped the table and said, "So when the real person Ji Daozi said that he was lucky to the old demon in Black Mountain. He was reluctant to exchange your life with his life. It turned out that the root was here."

Immediately afterwards, his eyes lit up and he said, "If it were time for you, Brother Chu, you could control the Emperor's Heaven Seal without paying such a big price, wouldn't it be the nemesis of the Black Mountain Old Demon? Wherever you appear, Brother Chu, the Black Mountain Old Demon must retreat for three thousand miles."

“Hahahaha~~~~~”

The little fat man smiled happily, as if the big monster who was infinitely close to the demon king had happened in front of him when he heard the name of Chu Liuxian and ran away in a panic.

Chu Liuxian shook his head and laughed, and was about to say something. A flash of eyes came before him, a middle-aged man in green hugging a pile of books and passed by their tables.

"Um?"

"I think I've seen it somewhere?"

When Chu Liuxian was paying attention to the past, the little fat man followed his gaze and found the man in green, and smiled and said, "This person is interesting. We played all the way and ate all the way, and he also ate all the way."

The fat man laughed before he said this, and he felt like a confidant.

"Yeah?"

Chu Liuxian thought about it. It was true.

On another table opposite them, the middle-aged man in green sat down and politely asked his friend to send the Siguo Lingquan Sand.

While eating, he flipped through the book in his hand with great interest, shaking his head from time to time. I don’t know if it was delicious for the Siguo Lingquan Sand or the wonderful content in the book.

For some reason, Chu Liuxian's attention has never been able to move away from the middle-aged man in green.

He is dressed in an elegant middle-aged man, with a graceful face, a slight whisker under his chin, and a full of bookish spirit. Sometimes he will nod and treat him as a courtesy.

The books he read were also very ordinary. Chu Liuxian saw that most of them were travel notes and different ambitions, which were very ordinary. I wonder how he could not bear to close the book.

After a while, Chu Liuxian saw with his own eyes that the middle-aged man in green had killed four or five bowls of Four Fruit Spirit Spring Sand in succession, and said with satisfaction:

"It's so pleasant!"

"Good place, why didn't you find it before?"

The fat man couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this. Why did this word sound so familiar and suddenly feel like he was playing with it? He said with the words of Chu Liuxian before: "Many times, we attach too much importance to something, and if we work hard, we will ignore the rest of the beauty."

“Huh?!”

The middle-aged man in green glanced at the fat man in surprise, nodded slightly and said, "This little brother is right."

“That’s.”

The fat man's tail was raised high, and he was about to brag about it again with a few more proud words, the middle-aged man in green suddenly stood up.

I don’t know what happened, but the fat man suddenly couldn’t say anything.

"only……"

The middle-aged man in Qing looked at the hustle and bustle of the world in front of him with his hands behind his back and said with a sigh of grief: "More times, we have to walk quickly, even if there are beautiful scenery on both sides of the road, we cannot stop."

"Let's just stop here."

His last few words were expressed, Chu Liuxian, the little fat man, suddenly stood up from his seat and blurted out:

"Southern Demon!"

This one, like them, enjoying all kinds of fun, delicacies, and enjoying the strange and anecdotes in the world, turned out to be the master of the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons - Nan Yao!

Chu Liuxian had no doubt about this conclusion at all.

Just before them, under the words of the Nan Yao, an indescribable gray color spread from a distance, covering the entire street in an instant.

In this darkness, everyone solidified in that moment, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to even turn his mind, unable to pass in and out, and everything seemed to be flattened and framed into a picture frame.

The reason why Chu Liuxian and the little fat man could move was not because of the subordinates' mercy, but when the darkness spread to them, a red light suddenly burst out from Chu Liuxian's body, dispersing a three-foot foothold.

The little fat man was less than three feet away from him, and he was also protected by this red light.

“Huh?!”

The middle-aged man in green, no, Nan Yao looked at him with a strange look, his eyes fell on Chu Liuxian, and said, "Yang Shen thought? Just one Yang Shen thought can stop me. The real realm of Yang Shen thought can be at least three levels higher than me."

"So, are you the young master Liuxian of the Shenxiao Chu family?"

Judging from his tone, it was clear that it was certain.

"My younger Chu Liuxian, I have seen the Southern Demon King."

Chu Liuxian finished the ceremony without losing his compassion, and his words and actions were calm and composed, without any worries about the real Yang God-level monster in front of him being unfavorable to him.

This is the Dao Sect!

"I guess, you said what I just said, right?"

Nan Yao smiled and said this. Judging from his expression, he was clearly saying: I'm just saying how could this fat man be of this level?

The little fat man was so angry that he wanted to yell, why can't it be what I, Wang Laoer, said? Do you look down on others? Didn't you dare to do it?

At this moment, an impatient voice came, and the grayish whiteness that solidified everything could not be stopped:

"I said, have you played enough? I won't come up with this real person." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!