Murong Xianxian teared the space and opened up a deep space passage, reaching directly in front of her. She was moving forward rapidly, and there were frequent space turbulence around her...

At this time, Murong Xianxian was also very nervous, not knowing whether she could arrive at her destination smoothly this time, after all, she didn't even know the coordinates of the destination she was going to.

There was a hazy thing in front of me, and the space channel was rapidly regressing. The closer it was to the exit, the more you could feel the unstability of the space channel, and everything seemed extremely unreal... Finally, with a loud bang, Murong Xianxian felt like she was rushing out like a human-shaped shell shot from a space cannon. At this moment, she felt an unusual aura.

Demonic energy!

Extremely pure demonic energy!

A joy surged in Murong Xianxian's heart, which showed that she was not lost in the space and had arrived at the destination correctly... However, what made her helpless was that she was now like a meteorite falling from the sky, with the wind whistling in her ears, and the air around her seemed to be burning. Fortunately, she summoned the Libra Sacred Clothes to put on the moment she was popped out of the space channel, otherwise it would be certain that she would have no worries about her life.

"Oh no! Why can't I control my body?!"

Murong Xianxian looked down at the bottom in a daze... She was falling towards a mountain, and at this moment she was at least tens of thousands of meters away from the ground.

The Libra Sacred Clothes bloomed a golden cloud, wrapping Murong Xianxian in it and falling rapidly... Looking from the ground, a golden meteor came across the sky with a golden red tail flame, which made people feel extremely shocking.

The earth is boundless, the demonic energy is vast, the towering mountains are towering into the sky, the rivers are surging, and it jumps thousands of miles... This is a magnificent world, not as barren and dark as the practitioners of the Yuanling World think, and the pure demonic energy only feels a little light gray in their vision, nor is it as terrifying as she had seen before.

boom!

With a earth-shaking sound, golden clouds flashed. Most of the unlucky mountain was smashed, rushing up smoke and dust in the sky, and rocks burst out. I don’t know how many innocent birds and beasts were suffering from the disaster of fish in the pond.

At the foot of the mountain, a palace-like residence was almost completely buried by the collapsed peaks, and all the flowers and plants around were buried or broken, almost none of them were spared.

"Who dares to destroy my Demonic Fist Palace?" Hearing an angry shout from the foot of the mountain, a thin cultivator flew up.

Murong Xianxian, who had just crawled out of the pit, was stunned because this person was speaking human language. And after seeing this practitioner clearly, she found that he was a real human, not a demon.

What's going on?

Murong Xianxian was filled with surprise and was really stunned for a moment.

"You are obviously a human race, how could you be in the demon world?" She couldn't help but ask impatiently.

The monk did not respond, his expression was very bad. He looked at Murong Xianxian coldly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You don't have the aura of the demonic martial arts. It's clear that you are not a demon cultivator. Where did you come from?"

"I don't know either... I was originally exploring a ruin, and was sucked in by a crack in an unknown listening space, and then I got here."

Murong Xianxian made up a lie that she didn't believe much, and then looked at the demon cultivator helplessly: "Although our cultivation systems are different, they are all human races at least. You won't betray me to the demon race, right?"

"Hmph! You also know that this is the Demon World."

The demon cultivator snorted coldly, his eyes swept across the Libra Holy Clothes, and Lu showed a greedy look: "If you destroy my mountain gate, how should you calculate this account?"

Murong Xianxian bowed politely, apologized to him, and said, "I had no intention of offending me, and accidentally fell here."

"Bah! You just say 'unintentional' and you will be able to do anything? If you don't say anything else, take off the armor on your body first and use it as a mortgage for the time being." The demon cultivator lowered his face.

Murong Xianxian was immediately disgusted. A mere demon cultivator actually coveted her treasure. If she hadn't been in the wrong, and the other party was a human race, how could she give him a good face?

"You, a monk from outside, ruined my treasure land and alarmed the master to practice. Do you still dare to show your face here?"

The demon cultivator sneered, with a arrogant expression, and said, "I honestly dedicate the treasures on my body. After my master comes out of seclusion, he may take you as a slave, and it will also save you from being discovered by other holy clans and losing your life."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly poked out a hand and grabbed Murong Xianxian... His skin was originally bronze, but suddenly, black light flashed and turned into a big hand of more than ten square meters. He pressed the gland towards Murong Xianxian. His nails were sharp and cold, and it also made people feel suffocating.

"I thought it was the master here, but it turned out that he was just a slave, and he dared to be rude!"

Murong Xianxian snorted coldly, stood there, without moving a step, and then fucked her to meet her without waving her fist.

Bang!

Murong Xianxian's fist with fists was not as weak as an immortal weapon when he waved it. He immediately shattered the huge black palm as iron. This was the consequence of his mercy, otherwise he would definitely become a meat sauce.

"You..." the demon monk cried out, retreating, his black big hand shrank and turned into a normal appearance, twisting in an unexpected state, and his bones kept ringing and almost shattering.

"Slaves must have the awareness of slaves. Have your master never taught you the most basic etiquette of treating people and things?" Murong Xianxian said coldly.

"You... are so brave. You dare to scatter in my Demonic Palace. Today you have nine lives, but you are not enough to kill." The Demonic Cultivator shouted, pointed at Murong Xianxian with his hand, and then quickly flew back down the mountain.

Murong Xianxian ignored it. After all, she destroyed the other party's house, and the other party was a human race. Although this demon cultivator was unreasonable, she did not want to kill him.

"Who is making noise?" A scolding came from the void in the distance. It was a cold voice. Although the voice was not violent, it was full of solemnity.

"Report to the master, there is a practitioner who seems to have come from another world who destroyed our villa." The demon cultivator shouted, his fractured right hand was spasming and his head was covered in cold sweat.

The light of escape flashed in the distance, revealing a young man with a calm demeanor, wearing iron-green armor, his hair was tied behind his head, his hands were carried, and he walked in the void without anger.

"The monk who came across the line? It's interesting, but why didn't I find any cracks in the space nearby?" He walked towards the top of the mountain indifferently.

Murong Xianxian stood on a bluestone, and his powerful spiritual sense swept over it. He felt that there were only three of them in this radius of hundreds of miles. It seemed that the population here was not dense. This magic frog palace was just three kittens and three dogs, and the name was so grand.

When Murong Xianxian saw this young man, he was wearing war armor and was so majestic that he was like a demon king coming to the world. He felt very unusual. When he looked at it carefully, he was even more surprised because it was super powerful... There was a dark red blood qi faintly spreading over the top. His demonic energy was like a surging, surging, like a volcano, containing terrifying and terrifying energy.

Murong Xianxian was quite surprised. As soon as he arrived at the demon world, he saw such a powerful cultivator, and he was not a demon clan, but a demon cultivator of a human race. In comparison, the demon cultivators in the Yuanling World all had the same strength as scumbags.

"I had no intention of offending. I fell from the sky and damaged the mountain gate..." Murong Xianxian felt that since the other party was the master, she had to tell some truth. As long as it was reasonable, she would not mind compensation.

"Don't say too much. It's a serious crime for you to destroy my mountain gate and hurt my servant. You are punished as a slave and handed over all the treasures. Here I protect the mountain gate for me for three hundred years. After the period is over, can you be convinced?" The demon cultivator carried his hands on his back, speaking very slowly, but very powerfully, like a pair of cymbals echoing.

He didn't give anyone any more room to say, like a superior, very majestic, and directly convicted Murong Xianxian and served as slaves here.

"Hmph! Who do you think you are can dominate other people's freedom at will?"

Murong Xianxian lowered her face and said coldly: "You are just a traitor who forgot your ancestors. What qualifications are you?"

She now vaguely knew the other party’s origin... either it was a human who was plundered by the demons before; or it was the descendants of the humans who surrendered to the demons when the tribe invaded.

"If you don't cherish the opportunity, do you want me to kill you with your own hands?" The demon monk's eyes were cold, and he stood on a huge rock on the top of the peak, looking down at Murong Xianxian.

"Bored! If you can't think of a reasonable compensation, then wait for this matter to be discussed later." Murong Xianxian finished speaking indifferently, and was about to leave.

"Stop! Why don't you come here to pay homage to your master?! Something that doesn't know how to live or die." The demon servant shouted with fingers.

"Noisy!"

Murong Xianxian waved her hand. Although she did not approach her, she shot out five rays of green aura from her fingers, turning into a green palm, flashing with green light, and suddenly twitched on the demon servant's cheek.

The demon servant screamed as if he was swung on his face by five giant trees. His teeth were full of blood flowing out, and half of his face was plucked, flying more than a hundred meters away, knocking a rock out.

"Are you looking for death? How dare you take action in my Demonic Palace?!"

The face of the demon cultivator became gloomy at that time, and she was extremely strong. She looked down at Murong Xianxian and pushed him step by step... She had to look at the owner when she beat the dog. Murong Xianxian beat the demon servant so miserably in front of him, which clearly meant that he wanted to look good.

The demon servant saw that he was seriously injured, but it was not fatal. He quickly got up, glared at Murong Xianxian with a resentful look on his face, and roared: "You dare to act wildly in front of your master. This time you are dead!"

Bang!

Murong Xianxian slapped another backhand. This time, the other half of the demon servant's face was shattered and he could no longer speak. His eyes were filled with fear and resentment, but he never dared to say anything more. This time he finally learned his lesson.
Chapter completed!