Mortal: Fight monsters and upgrade, I will enjoy immortality!

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is located in the center of the Great Jin Dynasty and is where the demon cultivators of the Great Jin Dynasty gather. The place is filled with poisonous miasma and the terrain is dangerous. It is unknown how many demon cultivators are hiding there.

The owner of the valley, Che Laoyao, is a great demon who has transformed into a god and has been suppressing the Jin Dynasty for tens of thousands of years.

At first glance, the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons sounds like a valley, but in fact it occupies a very large area. It is said to be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of mountains. It is just because Che Laoyao's lair is in a valley deep in the mountains, so it is named "Ten Thousand Demons Valley". Demon Valley".

Since Che Laoyao, a god-transforming demon cultivator, is extremely repulsive to monks, he would not allow monks to enter this area.

Therefore, few monks come to this area for activities.

But that day, seven or eight uninvited guests suddenly arrived on a huge mountain outside the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

One of them had a handsome face and clearly looked like a human man, but a pair of huge wings sprouted from his back. There was red and white lightning flashing on the surface of the wings, but it was silent and no sound was heard. It was Ye Ming!

That day, after he escaped from the Zhenji Sect, he was chased by Old Monster Yin and the others not long after. Frightened and angry, he once again took advantage of his speed and escaped from the encirclement.

But it didn't take long for these people to catch up again. From then on, Ye Ming knew that the person who had plotted against him must be able to track and locate him.

So in the following months, Ye Ming was constantly on the move, never staying in one place for too long. He flew all the way from the Zhenji Gate to the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, spanning an unknown number of miles.

At this moment, Ye Ming was holding his hands behind his back and looking around gloomily.

In the air in the four directions around him, there is a person with a strong aura standing in each direction. Those with the lowest cultivation level are all in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. They are a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, a Taoist priest with an immortal air, a bald monk in gray clothes and a big man in brocade clothes.

Not far behind these four people, there were four men in different colors standing hugging each other, all of whom were in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

It was Old Monster Yin, Master Xuancheng, Pu Hong and others.

"Everyone, be careful! This person has fled thousands of miles, and today he took the initiative to stop and wait for me. He seems to be desperate!" Old Monster Yin reminded everyone loudly.

"Boy, I advise you to release the Nascent Souls of our two junior brothers. Otherwise, you must die today!" Master Xuancheng snorted with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Amitabha, the poor monk advises fellow Taoist Ye that it is better to turn around and stop taking things by force!" The gray-robed monk said the Buddha's name.

"Hey, I heard that fellow Taoist Ye Ming Ye has plundered countless treasures of heaven and earth in the past few years. Liu would like to see them." The big man in brocade clothes licked his lips and looked at Ye Ming as if he were prey.

"Fellow Taoists, there is no need to talk nonsense with him. It's better to seize the time and deal with him. This place is already the territory of Che Lao Yao. Changes will happen later!" Among several early Yuanying monks, a man wearing colorful clothes urged said.

After Ye Ming glanced at these people, he suddenly smiled: "Haha, you fellow Taoists are really persistent with me. I have been chasing you for more than half a year and you have never given up. Those people who died on the road before seemed to have failed to deal with me. You all can serve as a warning!"

During the previous chase, Ye Ming killed a total of five or six pursuers, most of whom were early Yuanying monks.

"Because of this, your sins are so serious that they cannot be forgiven. This poor monk must seek justice for these people!" The gray-clothed monk shouted the Buddha's name and said coldly.

"Hehe, you bald donkey talks grandly, but your real purpose is just to want the treasures on my body. The same goes for everyone else, but I don't have any Buddhist treasures on my body. I wonder what you, bald donkey, want to do?" Ye Ming smiled disdainfully.

"Okay, talking is useless, take action!" Master Xuancheng interrupted Pu Hong who was about to say something else, greeted everyone, and then took the lead.

He touched the back of his head, and a small silver sword appeared in front of him. Then he opened his mouth and let out a breath of fresh air, which rolled around the little sword. Suddenly, a dull sound of thunder sounded, and the little sword disappeared.

The next moment, there was a thunderbolt above the old Taoist priest's head, and a silver-white long sword several feet tall appeared. The white arc on it was beating and flashing. It turned out to be a rare magic weapon with thunder attribute!

Old Monster Yin was not slow in his movements. He almost sacrificed his favorite magic weapon with Master Xuancheng, which was a shining golden scroll.

Driven by Old Yin's strange magic, this scroll turned into a giant of more than ten feet. The large golden characters on it floated and jumped, exuding a shocking momentum.

The big man in brocade raised his hand and offered three golden long swords. After he shouted, the long swords trembled one after another. Amidst the bursts of clear sounds, they swam rapidly across each other and turned into golden filaments in the blink of an eye. "Amitabha, Fellow Daoist Liu has become more and more proficient in the secret art of turning swords into silk!"

The gray-clothed monk looked at these filaments, and after praising them, a faint golden light suddenly appeared on his face.

Then I saw him clasping his hands together, speaking Sanskrit sounds from his mouth, and the light silver runes floated directly from his gray robe. At the same time, not only his face, but also the skin of his body began to turn into a light gold color, and for a moment he looked like a golden Arhat. Like coming into the world.

"Hahaha, Master Pu, you are even more secretive. You have cultivated the Mingwang Jue to the fourth level without saying a word. Master's body is now comparable to ordinary magic weapons, right?" The big man in brocade laughed three times.

"It's just a fluke!"

The four early Yuan Ying monks a little further away also sacrificed their strongest treasures, but their primary purpose was not to attack, but to defend first to prevent Ye Ming from sneak attacks, and wait for the four people in front to entangle Ye Ming. After that, attack again.

Ye Ming also started to move when Master Xuancheng launched his flying sword.

He flipped the palm of his right hand, and a colorful feather fan about a foot long appeared in his hand. Then he used his magic power and poured it into the fan like crazy.

Suddenly, gold and silver runes appeared on the surface of the feather fan, exuding blurred halos of multicolored light. A huge coercion suddenly descended, covering a space of hundreds of feet in radius.

"This is... an imitation spiritual treasure! Hurry, interrupt his spellcasting!" Master Xuancheng was the first to recognize the origin of the colorful feather fan and shouted anxiously.

Then his hands changed like wheels, and after casting spells one after another, the silver-white giant sword above his head disappeared.

The next moment, there was a thunderous "bang", and the sword appeared more than ten feet above Ye Ming's head. Then the sword pointed downwards and stabbed Ye Ming fiercely.

Before the sword fell, white electric arcs as thick as chopsticks shot out first, and bounced down with a "bang, bang, bang".

At the same time, Old Monster Yin pointed towards the scroll with a solemn expression, and suddenly a golden word "shock" appeared in the beating fonts.

The font was about ten feet big. As soon as it appeared, golden light flashed and it instantly appeared above Ye Ming's head.

A huge mountain-like pressure appeared, covering an area of ​​dozens of feet with Ye Ming as the center.

Facing the attack of the two great monks, Ye Ming did not dare to neglect. While frantically activating the five-flame fan, red thunder and lightning flashed on the thunder wings behind his back.

With a "boom", his figure was about to escape.

But a heavy pressure fell on him, causing his movements to slow down for a moment.

The arcs triggered by Master Xuancheng's magic weapon were extremely fast, almost the same as teleportation. It was this momentary difference that prevented Ye Ming from avoiding the lightning attack in time.

While activating the Thunder Escape Technique and disappearing, his body was hit by several white arcs.

With a "crackling" sound, Ye Ming reappeared dozens of feet away. White electric arcs danced on the surface of the body, cracking its mana shield to the point of collapse, and then shattered with a "pop" sound.

All the remaining thunder and lightning struck him, but after a "crackling" sound, a shirtless Ye Ming was revealed. Judging from his bronze skin and the tiny arcs remaining on his streamlined bulging muscles, he was completely unscathed!

"Dacheng's body refining technique!" Old Monster Yin exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)