I'm from magic door

() Following Jiang'an's instructions, Qiong Chigui didn't make it too difficult for the disciples of the Nether Sect who were fighting against him.

So after Yu Jun fell from the sky, Nie Honghui and others in front of the mountain gate were collectively petrified. It didn't make trouble, but hovered quietly above the mountain path, resolutely carrying out the task of restraining and breaking the trail.

"Cough...cough..." Yu Jun's chest was left with an inch-depressed fist mark, his body bent, and he gulped down bright red blood foam.

Nie Honghui's face sank like water, and he carefully laid Yu Jun's body flat, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it? It really is that Nine Hell Gate disciple just now?"

"Yes, it is…"

"Impossible! That kid has a very tender face, and he definitely won't be over 16 years old!"

"Senior brother Yu has just advanced to the middle level of the Demon Realm, and he still can't win with such strength. Could it be that the boy has been hardened since the womb?"

"Look carefully at Senior Brother Yu's injuries." The girl with the sky-high braids suddenly pointed to the fist mark on Yu Jun's chest, "The other party is taking a fierce and domineering way, and the strength of the fist alone can cause the golden steel sledgehammer to fight hard." Astonishing destructive power like a swing, such an opponent is truly terrifying!"

"It's unimaginable! Although Senior Brother Yu's Qiandiao Yin Shajue is not good at strength, it is not so badly injured!"

Before Yu Jun finished speaking, the other Nether Sect disciples started yelling like a pot exploded.

"Shut up! Listen to him!" Nie Honghui waved his hand, stopped other people's discussion, crushed a few spirit stones, and poured the spirit energy into the wound on Yu Jun's chest. Continue to ask, "Middle stage or late stage of enchantment?"

"No... not sure..." Yu Jun spat out a mouthful of blood, took a deep breath, and replied with difficulty. "He...he only...only punched..."

"A punch?" Nie Honghui moved, "It's just a punch... Could it be that there are still strong people in the Demon Blood Realm who are less than 20 years old in this world!"

"Where's Junior Brother Gong? He...he wouldn't have..."

"No...he punched the opponent...broken his right hand, the injury is not too serious..." Yu Jun panted.

"Injured Gong Yang just by the power of the counter-shock?" Nie Honghui's eyes widened, and he murmured to himself in a trembling voice, "How does it compare with that fire bird just now? Who is more difficult?"

"I...I don't know..." Yu Jun shook his head with difficulty, his eyes full of unwillingness, "Senior Brother Nie...we...have we become frogs at the bottom of the well...Nine Pylores...Nine Pylores...I...I..."

"Don't say it's you, I just heard his name!" Nie Honghui sighed softly, and withdrew his hand from Yu Jun's chest. "At the same time, two such young strongmen have been cultivated. If they can survive this crisis, the future magic sect will have a little more hope of revival... What a pity..."

"Senior brother, do we still have to catch up?" the girl with the braids in the sky asked Nie Honghui, blinking her big eyes.

"Forget it, at this moment. I suddenly hope that the ancestor can come to the rescue." He shook his head.

"Huh? Why?"

"The Taoist sect is powerful, and the demon species is rare!" Looking up at the towering Misty Peak, Nie Honghui remained silent for a long time.

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"Who is here, why did you break into the mountain?" the disciple guarding the inner gate shouted sharply.

"Boom!" Jiang An unintentionally explained, rushed to the door like lightning, and smashed open the tall and heavy bronze door with one punch, without stopping a step.

"Wow. Someone broke into the mountain!" The two disciples guarding the gate looked at each other in dismay, and shouted loudly after looking at each other in shock.

Entering the door is a long corridor in the inner courtyard, and the young man drove straight in.With strides, he rushed to the end of the corridor in a blink of an eye.

"What a boy, you dare to break into the gate of my Nether Sect alone!" Unexpectedly, he just walked out of the corridor.There were four or five guarding disciples armed with big knives who came out one after another.

"Qiang, clang, clang!" Jiang'an punched like the wind, fierce and fierce.Every punch hit the blades of the guarding disciples impartially, making a series of ear-piercing crackling sounds!

"It's amazing! The Dragon Pattern Knife has been smashed and bent, quickly touch the warning circle, we can't handle this kid!"

He repelled the guarding disciples, walked across the hall and across the room, and broke through several groups of young disciples in a row. He didn't know where the ancestor Youming was, so he went to the tallest and largest ancient temple in his sight based on his feeling. kill.

The old ancestor had a casual temperament and seldom intervened in the sect's various mundane affairs. As a result, there were many hills in the sect, the elders of each hall and the heads of each courtyard were not convinced by each other, and the management was extremely chaotic.

If not, even if Chong Qiuhuang and Jiang An were ten times more powerful, they would not have been able to break into the inner gate of the Nether Sect one after another, rampaging like no one else.

However, Jiang'an's luck is not as good as his third senior brother, and he can meet the ancestors who come out to relax casually. In front of the Demon Refining Hall, what he meets is the fiery inner sect elder Zuo Mingyang!

"Another mountain-breaker? Does it really mean that there is no one in our Nether Sect?" Zuo Mingyang, who was in the early stage of the Demon Physique Realm, was short and fat, wearing a black robe, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all crowded towards the fat-faced Zhong Yang , It should be funny to look at, but his half-closed eyes are shining, revealing a faint sternness of killing and cutting, but there is no sense of humor at all.

But at this moment, Jiang An's eyes were already reddened, and he didn't speak, his left hand was flattened into a palm, and his right hand was clenched into a fist, one soft and one strong, one yin and one yang, and relentlessly rushed towards Zuo Yang who was standing in front of him bright.

"Good! How courageous!" Zuo Yangming has a strong temperament. What he admires the most in his life is a brave man who speaks with his fists, so he does not evade. !

"boom!"

The collision between the two sides aroused a huge wave of air, and a gust of howling wind blew the doors and windows of the palaces all around to shake, and the roofs flew and tiles fell!

"Hey, what a strong fist, what a gentle palm! I think it's not easy for you to practice, so why come to my Nether Sect?" Zuo Mingyang, who was the last to strike, had a steady breath, not rough or panting.

"I...I..." The black and thin boy retreated more than ten steps before he could shake off the overwhelming force from the opponent's fist, before he could finish his sentence, he spat out a big mouthful of blood.

"I'm the general of the Nine Nether Sect... I need to see the ancestor..." However, the boy's temperament was extremely stubborn, and he forcibly calmed down the injuries in his internal organs, took a deep breath, and explained his purpose.

"It's also from Jiuyoumen? Well, the same youth, the same superb cultivation! This is not enough, and I want to forcefully recruit the banished immortals of heaven and humanity... It's really incomprehensible!" Zuo Mingyang's small eyes flashed After a moment of surprise, "Wait...Jiang'an! I remembered, I saw you at the ancestor's birthday banquet!"

"I'll tell you frankly, you Nine Nether Sects have formed an unreasonable enmity with the Taoist sect this time. It's not that our Nether Sect doesn't care about the friendship of the Demon Sect, it's just..."

"Senior, I didn't come here because of the attack on the sect. Listen to me, in the Yuqing Mountain thousands of miles away..." Before Zuo Yangming could finish his excuse, Jiang An borrowed This opportunity gave him a brief account of the Hehuan Sect's Evil Ghost Sect.

"Oh? Really?" Zuo Yangming couldn't help interrupting the boy's words in a deep voice after hearing half of it.

"It's absolutely true! Senior Bai Junjian in the Bone Cave has led the crowd to fight for several hours, but more and more evil spirits are coming out, and their strength is getting stronger and stronger. The situation is critical!"

"Okay! Follow me quickly to see the ancestor, explain this matter to him, and believe that the old man will make his own decision!"

"No, there is no time!" Jiang An shook his head and said, "Since the senior has already known about this, the junior's reporting task is considered complete!"

"The sect is in trouble, I must return immediately!"

"and many more!"

"What? What else is there for Senior?"

"Young man, just listen to my words from the bottom of my heart. The siege by the top ten sects of the Taoist sect is likely to be a disaster for your sect. Even if you return immediately, what can you change with your cultivation level of less than the devil's blood? "Zuo Mingyang squinted his eyes slightly, and persuaded him earnestly, "Why don't you join our Nether Sect, with your cultivation base and aptitude, you may be able to advance to the Demon Body Realm within a hundred years and become a real person respected by everyone, isn't it? good?"

"Thank you, senior, for your kindness!" The young man politely rejected Zuo Mingyang's proposal without hesitation, shaking his head and said, "How can someone who is timid and treacherous be qualified to aspire to the great?"

"The road of cultivation is like sailing against the current. The three tribulations of thunder, fire and wind are trials, so why not this tribulation of the sect? Even if the sky falls apart and the earth shatters like a thunderbolt, I beg you to have no regrets!"

ps: I have failed to live up to my high expectations of not being a brother. The ending of this paragraph is not easy to write