While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

As soon as Feng Qing came out of the Lost Forest, he spread his wings and flew towards the demon clan's palace.

Zhao Muyang, who had already figured out from other great demons the distribution of the demon world and the cultivation world, immediately issued a timely reminder to Yingfeng.

However, Fengqing's demon body is too huge.

He followed Feng Qing with his sword, as small as an ant.

At this time, Feng Qing turned a deaf ear and still flew towards the Demon Clan Palace.

Zhao Muyang sighed softly, knowing that Feng Qing was ignoring him on purpose.

Then, Feng Qing, don't blame him for using that trick!

Thinking of this, Zhao Muyang jumped and decisively flew away from the sword.

The next moment, he accurately landed on the back of Huo Feng's demon body.

Feng Qing, who felt Zhao Muyang's movements: "..."

Bad guy Xiu!
He is really not afraid of death!
"Zhao Muyang, get off me!"

"There is a difference between a human and a monster. How can you behave so carelessly with me?"

Feng Qing said fiercely.

With a flicker of his demon body, he returned to the handsome appearance that Zhao Muyang first saw.

Zhao Muyang is not really not afraid of death.

But he wanted to find his senior brothers and sisters so much, so Feng Qing was the great demon of the Yuan Dynasty.

He must also face the difficulties bravely!

The demon world is extremely far away from the east continent of the cultivation world.

As a divine phoenix, Fengqing can travel thousands of miles in a blink of an eye.

If Feng Qing helps, Zhao Muyang can directly cross the continents and reach the Lingxian Sect in a very short time.

"Fengjun..."

"You said it yourself. As long as I refine the demon pill, I can help you break through the world successfully."

"Just take me to the master's door to find my senior brothers and sisters..."

"Fengjun, I know you can't stand the current demon master and want to challenge him to regain the lost throne."

"But, your problem can't be solved for a while, why don't you give me priority first~"

"I promise you, when you find my junior sister, I will refine a batch of extremely delicious high-grade spirit beast pills for you!"

"I swear to God!"

Zhao Muyang said solemnly, coaxing and urging Feng Qing in a soft voice.

Feng Qing felt a chill down her spine as she listened to the lingering roars of the demon clan saint behind her.

He didn't understand the fundamental reason why the Holy Lord bound him to the Lost Forest.

But he could vaguely sense the good intentions of the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord is the only ancient divine beast in the Qianhu cultivation world.

He knows the past and the future, and locking him in the Lost Forest must have his considerations and intentions.

However, he is the mythical beast Fire Phoenix, and is born to be complicit with fire.

Danger and struggle are the lifelong pursuits of the Fire Phoenix Clan.

Only through nirvana and rebirth again and again.

Only then can they complete the true transformation and become immortals.

Now he willfully breaks the arrangement of the Holy Lord.

I'm afraid that the Holy Lord is extremely angry.

The Holy Lord is the only Mahayana Demon Lord in the world of Qianhu cultivation.

If he was forced to catch him, he would not have a second chance to escape.

"Xiao Zhao, what you said makes sense."

"That stinking snake, I will let him go for the time being."

"After I finish your business, it won't be too late for me to come back and challenge him for a fight."

Feng Qing said with a look of approval, and would never admit it. He was obviously afraid of being caught by the Demon Lord and put in solitary confinement.

After finishing speaking, Feng Qing transformed into a demon again.

This time, Feng Qing took the initiative to send Zhao Muyang to ride on his back, one person and one phoenix, and flew quickly towards Dongzhou.

After two sticks of incense, Zhao Muyang, who was aloft, saw a familiar sect arch appearing underground.

"Fengjun, please come down!"

"My sect, the Spirit Immortal Sect has arrived!"*
Following Zhao Muyang's shout of surprise, Feng Qing, whose demon body appeared, put away the demon body in an instant and transformed into a handsome male cultivator.

He casually carried Zhao Muyang, stepped on it, shrunk to an inch, and immediately displayed his magical powers.

Zhao Muyang was so happy that he and Feng Qing were already standing inside the Lingxian Sect before he even removed his smiling face.

*
"Who is coming?!"

"Please also state your name."

Feng Qing was carefree.

There is no regard for the established rules of the world of cultivation.

He came to Lingxian Sect as a guest.

At this time, he came uninvited and barbarically rushed into the inner palace of the Lingxian Sect.

Looking at the clusters of flowers, the fairy spirit filled the living room.

Feng Qing, who has always been a bit picky, couldn't help but nod secretly.

"who are you?"

"Go and call Xie Linglong out."

"Let's just say that the ghost husband she stabbed to death came to find her to renew their relationship."

Feng Qing took the lead and sat on a large recliner.

He opened his mouth and just relied on his powerful demon power to force the oncoming Jindan monk to turn around and run towards the inner sect.

Watching him anxiously sending out messengers as he walked.

Feng Qing, the instigator, didn't feel anything was wrong at all.

"Uh……"

Looking at Feng Qing sitting on the leader's seat of the Lingxian Sect, Zhao Muyang had a flash of disapproval on his face. He suddenly thought that Feng Qing was such a big-hearted person and had the biggest temper.

He closed his mouth knowing the current situation, and looked forward to the meeting between the ancestor of the Founding Sect and Feng Qing.

Zhao Muyang had already figured out the grudges between Feng Qing and Xie Linglong after listening to those big monsters talking nonsense before.

Now Fengqing directly throws away the identity of her former husband as a prelude.

Zhao Muyang was also happy to save effort.

He glanced at the reception room, which was completely different from that of later generations, with some nostalgia, and felt suddenly sour in his heart.

He heard about the prosperous past of Lingxian Sect from his master.

And this past is passed down from generation to generation by the heads.

They have never witnessed the magnificent history of Lingxian Sect with their own eyes.

So there is always some doubt in my heart.

But now, Zhao Muyang has seen the past of his master with his own eyes.

While he was feeling proud, he couldn't help but lament the cruelty of the passage of time.

What is true in this world?

It is neither profound cultivation nor glory and wealth.

Time, time that always moves forward, is the most real existence.

So, eight hundred and seventy-four years ago where he is now.

It should only be a piece of the past that has been intercepted by the mighty in the long river of time, right?
Zhao Muyang thought to himself.

He didn't know that he accidentally discovered the truth of this situation.

At this time, the golden elixir in Zhao Muyang's body was rotating, and a crackling golden light was faintly revealed.

This is the call for advancement caused by the improvement of the state of mind!

"Hmph, brat."

"Looks like his qualifications are average, but his talent for further study is pretty good."

Feng Qing, who noticed Zhao Muyang's strange behavior, snorted and hummed while chewing the spiritual fruit on the square table.

Seeing how relaxed he was, as if he were at home, Zhao Muyang, who had woken up from his epiphany, suddenly felt his heart tightening and felt a chill on his back.

By the way, before, he only thought about finding his senior brothers and sisters, while watching Feng Qing's romantic relationship.

But completely forgot about it.

This bad-tempered Huo Feng was killed by the ancestor of their Lingxian Sect's founding sect during his reincarnation and training...

Feng Qing, could he be holding back a bad breath now?
Just wait for the ancestor to show up, and then fight with the ancestor for 800 rounds. The fight will be dizzy, until the death, right... (End of this chapter)