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Chapter 182 181. Using the natal chart to start the dark era of natural disasters (8.3K words - please subscribe)
The statue of the Heavenly Lord looked down, and the bloody mouth of the young demon was covering the sacrificial formation.

This sacrificial formation was set up with the help of the dilapidated and dead black energy just now. Even Long Yinghai was unable to escape.

The demon boy looked at Song Yan and asked, "Do you want to save people? Or rob them?"

Song Yan shook his head and said, "Neither saving people nor robbing them."

As the saying goes, "People die for money, and birds die for food." But does that mean people don't seek money, and birds don't seek food? Of course not. This just tells you that if you seek something, there must be risks. You need to be responsible for yourself. If you can't bear the risk and die on the way, you can't blame anyone.

The black light was shining, emitting a breath of death. The wind moved slightly, lifting Song Yan's black hair and his flickering face.

The demon boy asked again: "Then what are you doing here? Are you here to ask for these ancient spirit jade fragments?"

As he spoke, he muttered in his mind, “That’s right, you and I both need to attach ourselves to the spirits of others to cultivate the Mystery before we can devour the common people.

If cause and effect are not bound to the soul, they will ultimately not be able to exert much power.

Only when your realm is strong can your soul be strong. These true spirit jade fragments are really important to you.

Now, take it, I have left enough, I don’t need it anymore.”

Song Yan looked at this long-winded demon and instantly understood his intention: to delay time!

The relationship between the Heavenly Demons is not much different from that of the Demon Sect. The main feature is that no one trusts anyone. Now, this young Heavenly Demon naturally does not trust him either.

So the demon boy started talking about "what he considered to be nonsense" while eating.

Suddenly, screams were heard from the sacrificial array.

Long Yinghai and the others grabbed the casual cultivator and used him as a shield, trying to break through the thin black film covering the sacrificial array. However, as soon as the casual cultivator touched the black film, he accelerated the speed of the sacrifice, and his entire body turned into smoke and dissipated, screaming "Ahhh". There were friends nearby who tried to save him, but they were also grabbed by Ye Congfeng and the Divine Tiger King, who followed suit and tried to break the array.

But, it was all in vain.

The power of this underworld sacrificial formation far exceeds the previous "Lihuo Jusheng" and "Bingju Xuansha".
Song Yan glanced at him but remained indifferent.

He has seen a lot of such cruelty as "I would rather die than let my friend die".

However, in this situation, his level is still pretty good, so he is not in that game, but in another one.

He has things he needs to do.

The opportunity he was waiting for had not yet arrived, and the demon boy wanted to delay time, but he was very interested in the "nonsense" that the demon boy said.

So Song Yan asked, "What is the True Spirit Remnant Jade?"

The demon boy was stunned for a moment, then asked, "You-you don't know?"

Song Yan laughed and said, "Tell me about it."

The young demon was happy to talk about this and that, so he said: "In ancient times, this True Spirit Jade was the same as the Mysterious Jade. Both were essential items for cultivating the Mysterious Realm. The latter improved the realm, and the former assisted in cultivation. Both were indispensable."

Song Yan said: "Then why did these True Spirit Jades disappear from the world? Why are they still here?"

The demon boy hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "I am not so clear about this matter, but I heard that it seems that it is because a level 5 cultivation world nearby was destroyed, and the aura of the underworld spread out, thus infecting many level 4 cultivation worlds nearby.

Here? In ancient times, a catastrophe in the underworld caused the light of the true spirit to slowly disappear. This was called the era of true spirit extinction.

This era of true spirit extinction is not unique to this fourth-level Xuan Xiu world, but something that every Xuan Xiu world that is infected will encounter.

As for why there are still broken True Spirit Jade here, it is naturally because although the True Spirit extinction era destroyed most of the True Spirit Light, some still remain, and they are just coming out into the world now. "

Song Yan listened to these unfamiliar words and glanced in the direction of the sacrificial array.

There was chaos in the sacrificial array. The weak ones were either dead or injured, but the strong ones were still holding on.

He asked again: "Why was he born at this time?"

The demon boy was happy to continue explaining to this fellow practitioner.

He thought for a moment and said slowly, "Of course it's because the next era has arrived."

Song Yan asked: "What era?"

The demon boy said: "The dark era of natural disasters."

After saying this, he grinned and said, "The creatures from the underworld have infiltrated from the Sea of ​​Bitterness, thus triggering the Soul Threshold. This is just the beginning.

Now that such an ancient tomb has come to light, it means that the underworld energy underground can no longer be suppressed and has slowly seeped out from the ground. These underworld energies will transform dead objects into underworld creatures. Although these underworld creatures are very weak, they cannot be ignored.

In order to suppress the energy of the underworld, the heaven and earth will create a large number of earth energy explosions, volcanoes, tsunamis, earthquakes, and all kinds of sleeping monsters will be awakened. Everything is done to suppress the energy of the underworld.

Oh, yes. There will also be space cracks. Once the cracks open, everything around will be pulled into the unknown void and shattered!

But it's useless!

When I was in another Xuan Xiu world, I was just a small evil thought. I was lucky enough to grow to my current level and come to this Xuan Xiu world again. This time, I want to become stronger and become a higher level demon. "

Shocking words flowed out of the mouth of this demon boy one by one.

Almost in an instant, Song Yan saw a bigger world, a wider space, and deeper dangers.

However, he has experienced many things, so even if his heart is turbulent, he will not be easily shaken.

If there were not many lies in the words of this demon boy, then the world he was in was not actually the only one, but only the fourth level of the Xuan cultivation world.

A higher level fifth level Xiuxuan realm was destroyed nearby.

The destroyed fifth-level Xiuxuan world is filled with the aura of the underworld and underworld creatures. These underworld existences will infiltrate the surrounding areas.

When it penetrated here, the environment of this world began to gradually deteriorate.

The era of true spirit extinction means that the cultivators in this world can no longer practice more powerful mystical arts.

Now, with the infiltration of the energy of the underworld, an era of natural disasters is about to break out.

The Age of Natural Disasters is the counterattack of heaven and earth against the underworld. It is also the hell of ordinary people and the nightmare of monks.
As for the demons, since they themselves have no souls and are just evil thoughts of cause and effect, can they flow from one Xuan world to another through the sea of ​​suffering?
In this way, the sea of ​​suffering does not only exist in one world.

The purpose of the demon is to take over another's body and descend, becoming a higher-level demon through sacrifice and devouring, and then go to the next world?
Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Song Yan's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Whether it is the Dark Age of Disaster is easy to verify, because if it is, he will be able to see it soon.

But now, he has more important things to do.

Seeing him thinking, the young demon took the time to continue devouring the vitality in the sacrificial array. He had set an ambush here for a long time, just to devour this large wave of creatures, thereby increasing his strength, and then impact the Divine Infant Realm at the edge of the void decades later.

Use evil thoughts to entangle the soul and control the host. When the host becomes stronger and the soul is powerful, it will hunt common people to nourish the evil thoughts. If the world is destroyed, it will abandon the host and drift along with the sea of ​​suffering, and try its luck to reach the next world.

This is the devil.

Song Yan glanced in the direction of the underworld sacrificial array.

All the independent cultivators have been wiped out, but they are just a part of the soup. The real main course is the late Purple Mansion cultivators Long Yinghai, Ye Congfeng, and the middle Purple Mansion cultivator Shen Hu Wang.
The demon boy's swallowing speed increased.

Only by absorbing these three people can his trip be considered truly successful. The previous ones are not worth mentioning at all.

Long Yinghai, Ye Congfeng, and the Tiger King had to resist the sacrifice while resisting the swallowing of the demon boy. Their strength was being quickly depleted, and they became weaker and weaker as time went by. Even if the demon boy was no longer in charge of the formation, they were like frogs in boiling water that could no longer struggle, unable to escape.

Song Yan withdrew his gaze, with a gleam in his eyes.

The time he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

At this moment, the young demon suddenly took the initiative to say, "You must be the demon monk who learned the true meaning of lies in this world, right?"

His lips are very red and his eyes are very bright.

What is the true meaning of lies?

Could it be that there are many kinds of demon monks?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Song Yan nodded with confusion in his eyes, saying, "I was indeed born not long ago, how about you?"

The demon boy rolled his eyes, smiled, and said, "Me too, but I didn't get the true meaning of lying, which makes me unable to deceive people. I got the true meaning of stealing, so I am keen on treasures, and can find the location of this ancient tomb in advance, and then set an ambush here.
Well, since you and I are so destined to meet, why don’t you wait for a moment until I finish my meal, and then we can walk together and sit and talk.

Among the demons, those of the same kind are closest to each other and should help each other the most. You and I are both demon monks, so we should be close to each other. "

Song Yan turned his head to look at the direction of the sacrificial formation and suddenly said, "Forget it. I have obtained the True Spirit Fragment Jade this time, which is enough for me. We will meet again if we are destined to do so."

After saying that, he walked directly towards the True Spirit Jade Statue beside him, as if he was going to put the jade statue into the storage space and then leave.

Anxiety flashed across the eyes of the demon boy, and he took the initiative to speak, laughing: "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Otherwise, how about I give you one of the remaining three in this sacrificial formation?"

Song Yan was surprised and asked, "How can that be possible?"

The demon boy smiled and said, "We are a family, so we can eat from the same plate. Just don't be disgusted."

Song Yan said: "It is better to obey than to be respectful."

The demon boy closed his bloody mouth and made some room.

Song Yan's mind moved, and a huge face suddenly appeared in front of him. It opened its mouth and sucked fiercely, directly sucking the demon boy. As the huge lips slightly opened to swallow, a flying sword light spit out from the mouth in the opposite direction. The sword light was sharp, and it stabbed at the demon boy abruptly like a long rainbow.

But the demon boy seemed to have anticipated this. He had raised his hand at some point and caught Song Yan's sneak attack sword with just two fingers.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The previous cordiality and friendliness vanished in an instant.

But it gives people a sense of nature and there is no sense of incongruity.

The young demon said faintly, "I thought if I gave you a bite, you would slow down before making your move."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Isn't this just to test your strength? If you're not strong enough, I'll keep it all by myself. Why would I need you to share a bite?"

The demon boy's eyes lit up and he smiled, "That's right. What about now?"

Song Yan nodded and said, "You are very good, then you can have the big portion and I will have the small portion. If I hadn't helped you this time, you might not have succeeded. So it's not too much for me to have a bite."

After saying this, he closed his huge mouth and slowly turned towards the direction of the sacrificial formation.

The demon boy kept staring at him until he really aimed in the direction of the sacrificial formation and then he looked away.

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly turned his head quickly, swallowed the demon boy in one gulp, and with a flick of his tongue, another flying sword shot out.

The demon boy attacked almost at the same time. He stretched out his five fingers and grabbed the flying sword.

The air froze in an instant, just like before.

The two people who had apparently stopped fighting attacked again in an instant and achieved a balance again.

The demon boy sneered: "Is this interesting? Why not wait..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong and strange emotion suddenly emerged in his heart.

It was clearly the same scene, but everything seemed different.

He moved his five fingers, and the flying sword and Song Yan in front of him were instantly reduced to ashes.

"dummy!"

"How is this possible?"

The demon boy's pupils constricted, his heart filled with disbelief. Firstly, the dummy was replaced in front of him, and secondly, it didn't even recognize it was a dummy before it made its move!
This is really unbelievable to the extreme.

How could a dignified demon not be able to tell the difference between a real person and a fake one?

Isn't this a huge joke?!

Its pupils constricted because it felt the real murderous intent, which was behind him.

The young demon did not dare to delay and quickly retracted his huge mouth. He did not care about swallowing the three people for a moment. He grabbed a black mark from the void with his five fingers, rushed forward, and smashed the black mark behind him.

boom!
The black seal was extremely powerful, violently shattering the murderous intent behind him.

The demon boy turned his head slightly and glanced over, only to see a human figure dissipating into white mist.

"Another dummy?!"

'I am wrong again?'

'How could I be wrong?!'

Just as he had come to terms with the thought, a strong murderous intent appeared in the direction he was rushing towards.

The young demon stared at him with all his strength, staring seriously, not letting down his guard for a second. And this time he saw clearly that the one who made the third move was the demon who had helped him.

"Do you think that I have no tricks left just because you tricked me into using the treasure?"

'Hey, I'm not a weak demon monk who has mastered the true meaning of stealing, but a demon monk who has mastered the true meaning of killing!'

'Hey hey hey'

"Die!"

The body of the demon boy suddenly grew to several feet long, and he punched forward with a rumbling sound. The mysterious energy and thoughts were all stirred into a vacuum by this punch. If a cultivator cast a spell in front of him, the spell would be shattered by this punch.

boom!
The violent force hit Song Yan who was rushing forward.

A full-strength blow is like hitting cotton.

The cotton spread out and turned into wisps of white silk, spreading out around.

The huge body of the demon boy froze, and the entire ancient tomb began to collapse because of his punch.

The majestic and revered statue of the God of Heaven was completely shattered and turned into pieces of rotten stones that could be piled on the toilet, and mud and rocks from high above began to pour down.

The young demon boy felt a little scared, and asked, "You are not a demon monk, what are you?"

No one responded.

The atmosphere was depressing to the extreme.

The young demon suddenly said sincerely and hurriedly: "If you are not a demon monk, there is no reason for us to fight. Demons either grow on their own or devour similar demons. Maybe you are really just born, so you don’t understand these things. Now I tell you. Can you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a breath of air.

The demon boy's pupils constricted and he stopped abruptly. He turned his body sharply, leaving an afterimage. He smashed the vacuum of mysterious energy with one punch and punched in the direction of the breath. At the same time, his other hand took back the black seal, and accumulated the next attack as if he was drawing a strong bow.

boom!
The punch landed at the end and hit the black-haired boy.

The boy exploded into white mist again.

The demon boy still held the black seal in his left hand, but there was nowhere to put it. He looked around and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He couldn't find any trace of Song Yan at all.

The demon boy couldn't help but think: 'Where is he? He keeps avoiding me and doesn't fight me head-on, which means he is not sure of winning. He is just trying to wear me down and make me panic. Let's give it a try!'

And at this moment, in the darkness, some bewitching lips moved suddenly, and a faint laugh came out from the collapsing ancient tomb.

"I'm here."

boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, the demon boy had already made his move.

The white fog exploded again!

Another calm laugh sounded from the other side, "Boy, why can't you hit the target?"

boom!
The demon boy attacked again.

He had to take action because the murderous intent displayed by the other party was real.

The white mist continued to explode. Song Yan's laughter sounded from another direction: "Here, it's here!"

The demon boy narrowed his eyes slightly, and this time he felt a hint of obscure aura outside the direction of the sound.

So, he suddenly threw the black seal in his hand and smashed it in the direction of the sound, while he turned into an afterimage and punched with a crushing force in the direction of the obscure breath.

Punch down!

The obscure aura dissipated and turned into exploding white mist.

Where the black mark fell, white mist also exploded.

However, this time it was not the end, because all the forces in this world seemed to have found a leader and charged forward with that leader.

It was a finger that emerged from the darkness in an instant, turned into a shadow, and pointed violently at the demon boy's brow.

In a flash, the demon boy tilted his head slightly, and the finger stabbed into his left eye.

Click.
Boom!

His left eye exploded, but Song Yan's sneak attack using the power of "One Step into the Sky" to mobilize the power of heaven and earth failed to kill him, and even failed to pierce the back of his head.

Bang!
The exploded eyeballs scattered everywhere.

The young demon was shocked and in pain, and he attacked madly, pouring out his strength in the direction of the finger.

However, all of them were in vain.

The ancient tomb collapsed even more severely.

The three people in the sacrificial formation tried their best to break the formation, while watching the fight in amazement, feeling a chill in their hearts.

The smiling and calm voice sounded again.

"Boy, can you do it? If not, I'll come."

The demon boy was like a trapped animal, covering his injured eye with one hand. Although his flesh and blood had been forcibly healed, the pain and damage were still there. He roared, "Come out! Come out if you have the guts!"

Laughter echoed.

"Okay, I'll come out right away."

The next moment, the laughter became cold and harsh.

"Kill you!"

A black shadow suddenly appeared in the distance, murderous intent burst out!
The demon boy attacked again, roaring and sending a black mark towards the charging figure.

boom!
The black shadow exploded and turned into soft white mist.

The demon boy stood there in a daze, feeling powerless from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, laughter rang out again in one place.

"Do you feel useless?"

Then, laughter came from another place.

"You are indeed useless."

Then the laughter turned into scolding.

"waste!"

"You loser!"

"waste!"

The devil's sound pierces the ears, tears apart people's hearts, and causes the thoughts and ideas in their hearts to expand a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

The demon boy tried his best to observe his surroundings while trying his best to resist the evil sound.

Song Yan was completely bathed in shadow.

This was the first time he actually used his innate secret technique in battle, and he unexpectedly found the effect to be quite good.

The devil's voice penetrates the ears, hides the soul, transforms the soul, imitates the soul
This demon was definitely not a demon monk who had mastered the true meaning of stealing. His flesh and blood strength was extremely powerful. Song Yan even felt that if he relied solely on his physical strength in a head-on battle, he would not be able to defeat this demon.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind: 'This is a demon cultivator from the Ancient Purple Mansion Realm! He must have a way to improve his physical training realm!'

As soon as this thought came to mind, all kinds of greedy thoughts came to my mind.

'Swallow him!'

'Swallow him!'

'You must swallow him!'

At this moment, the demon boy gritted his teeth and roared, "I don't want to play with you anymore!"

After saying that, he flew out and left the ancient tomb in an instant.

But the next moment, he was suddenly terrified because he felt a familiar breath coming towards him.

That's him!!!
A fist that crushed the power of the mysterious energy and thoughts came towards him.

'Fake!'

'Fake!'

The young demon was roaring in his heart, but he couldn't ignore it and had to use all his strength to fight back.

boom! !

The huge waves rolled, and as expected, the demon boy's fist missed. The dummy that rushed towards him was completely shattered into white mist and merged into the white clouds here.

The demon boy suddenly turned his head and saw a black shadow hidden in the clouds not far away.

"I found you! Go to hell!"

The demon boy rushed forward and smashed the black shadow into pieces.

The black shadow turned into white mist.

The sound of "hehehehe" laughter rang out at this time.

"Waste, what's the point of living like a waste like you?"

The demon boy looked around in horror. For a moment, it seemed that the black-haired boy was everywhere around him, and yet, he was nowhere.

He quickly fled away again.

But no matter where he escapes to, even if the voice follows him, if he really treats the other party as a fake and ignores it, the other party will give him a real attack.

During this period, he tried various means, but to no avail.

After a day and a night, the demon boy completely collapsed.

Laughter and murderous intent were already emerging around him.

He was no longer able to cope with it, and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

He had never seen such a difficult monster.

He landed on a barren hill, gasping for breath. It was not until a figure walked out of the dust and looked at him with a smile that the demon boy asked, "What on earth are you?"

Song Yan did not answer, but transformed into a giant face and opened his huge mouth to swallow the demon boy in front of him.

A fierce look suddenly flashed in the eyes of the demon boy, and a beam of terrifying energy was released from his palm, violently piercing through Song Yan. This was his trump card!

Song Yan exploded, but there was still a wisp of white mist.

The demon boy stared at the scene in amazement, and then roared in complete collapse.

Song Yan had appeared behind him without anyone noticing. He raised his hand and waved it. A ray of gray light emerged from the King's Evil Treasure, penetrated into the body of the demon, and dragged out his soul.

Above the spirit, the dark monk was about to escape, but was pulled out further by the gray light, tied up tightly, dragged in front of the furnace of the henchman king, thrown into the furnace, and began to be refined.

Under the blazing gray flames, the dark monk was quickly refined.

Song Yan sacrificed the "Free Demon Picture" and glanced at the Demon Picture.

In the picture of the demon, the originally elegant immortal in white was covered with a layer of deep luster, but he was not evil. Instead, he gave people a sense of calmness and heaviness like a towering mountain, making people feel that making friends with such a person would definitely be very reliable.

Song Yan experienced it carefully and felt that the "blank space" of this innate secret technique played a role.

Now that the "blank" part has been filled in, his innate secret technique has become more complete.

If the red lips are the "devil's sound that captures the soul", then this body is the "devil's body that feeds the soul".

He had a feeling in his heart that "this ancient body refining realm has provided enough opportunity to make a further step."

But unfortunately, he did not get any accurate information from this demon monk. He could only vaguely confirm that the information the demon monk had said before about the "Dark Disaster Era" and "Fourth-Level Cultivation World" was not false, and that the demon monk himself was a cultivator who had entered the Ancient Purple Mansion realm, and that there were still some secrets in the ancient tomb.

Song Yan put away the corpse of the ancient purple mansion realm cultivator, and then put away the storage bag. He looked inside and saw that it was full of "Real Spirit Fragmented Jade" and nothing else. After putting it away, he was silent for a while, looking at the sunset loess and rolling sand in the distance, slowly closed his eyes, sighed, and then his face changed, turning into rainbow light and returning to the ancient tomb.

Even though a day or two had passed since the previous battle, no one dared to approach.

The ancient tomb has collapsed long ago.

The shield of the sacrificial array keeps all the debris and sand out.

Long Yinghai's originally pale and cold face was now extremely embarrassed, and his strong body was also fragile. He looked up at the dark aura flowing in front of him and murmured, "How could there be so much aura from the underworld, and how could it be used to form a formation?"

The ancient Dragon Tomb clan has been exploring ancient tombs for many years, so they are naturally familiar with the energy of the underworld.

They were also familiar with the True Spirit Remnant Jade.

When other tribes were shocked when they first came into contact with the "True Spirit Jade", the Dragon Tomb Ancient Tribe had already discovered some "True Spirit Jade" and "ancient cultivation techniques" through ancient tombs. These techniques combined with the Dragon Tomb Ancient Tribe's own characteristics made the Dragon Tomb Ancient Tribe the strongest ancient tribe.

It’s funny to say, the real talent of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan lies in “beast taming”. They can completely control monsters, or even groups of monsters, so that one person is equivalent to an army.

The two dragons pulling the chariot of Long Yinghai were controlled by him through his talent. The strength of each dragon had barely reached the level of Purple Mansion. But now, in this sacrificial formation, he was isolated from everything and could not summon the dragons at all.

Not to mention the dragon, even summoning the ancestors of our own clan cannot be done.

Compared with the predicament posed by the energy of the underworld, the soul threshold is nothing.

But this was the first time that Long Yinghai had seen so much underworld energy, and also the first time he had seen such an exaggerated number of broken true spirit jades.

He had a vague feeling that a new era might be approaching.

But he didn't know what era that was.

The Divine Tiger King said weakly, "My Lords, let's try our best again."

Ye Congfeng glanced at him and said, "Idiot! If this formation can be broken by force, we would have broken it long ago! Now the only way is to rely on our own foundation to forcibly support it and hold on as long as possible.

There is so much noise in this ancient tomb, someone will come here soon. Even if not, according to the time, Wuxiang Tianzun will arrive soon. "

The Tiger King collapsed and said, "But, I... I can't hold on any longer. I think we should break the formation. Those two monsters might come back!"

But no matter Long Yinghai or Ye Congfeng paid any attention to what he said.

The Divine Tiger King was helpless, and finally with a scream, his entire body turned into ashes and merged into the sacrificial formation.

Life energy is accumulated on the surface of the sacrificial array, as if waiting to be consumed by someone.

At this moment, Long Yinghai suddenly became aware of something and opened his eyes suddenly, only to see a figure waving away the vast ruins and landing in front of the formation.

Long Yinghai recognized that this figure was the one he had impatiently driven away to be cannon fodder.

"Who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, a gray light flashed across his eyes.

The light was in the shape of shackles and instantly entangled his soul.

"Nine Sons. Demonic Mother!!"

Long Yinghai roared wildly, and he frantically summoned his spiritual power to fight against it. If it were usual, he could still hold on for a while, but now...
"Owner."

"Master of the Nine Demon Mothers."

The end of the exclamation mark has been replaced by the humblest voice.

Song Yan glanced at Ye Congfeng and said calmly, "Kill him."

Ye Congfeng was startled and stood up quickly.

However, Long Yinghai had already rushed over and pointed his finger at him, piercing his skull.

Song Yan unfolded the Soul-King Killing Bead, and the tiger pattern of the King of Demons on the bead was like shackles, which he pulled and sucked Ye Congfeng's soul onto the bead. Ye Congfeng's body lost the protection of power and turned into pure life energy in the sacrificial array.

Song Yan looked at the sacrificial array, was silent for a moment, opened his mouth and swallowed up all the life energy in it.

A strong feeling of joy surged in his heart. He felt vaguely that the white-robed immortal in the "Picture of the Free Demon" became more solid, and his demonic sound and demonic body also improved. Not only that, a slightly deeper outline also emerged in the blank eyes.

Song Yan searched everywhere for some time before he found the formation plate of the "Underworld Sacrifice Formation". He removed the formation, put it away, and then looked at the aura of the underworld, trying to absorb it, but as soon as he touched it, a feeling of deathly silence and fear came over him.

If he froze, when he came to his senses, the aura of the underworld had disappeared without a trace and dissipated away.
The heaven and earth seemed to be angered. One moment the sky was full of stars, and the next moment it was full of flying sand and rocks. A strong storm was brewing.
In the ruins of the ancient tomb, the soil was dug deeply, and a stone tablet that was hidden somewhere unknown was revealed, with some words engraved on it.

Song Yancai realized at a glance that this was an ancient cultivation method.

But in just a glance, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and in almost an instant, the scarlet red calamity had stretched across the sky.

He turned and flew away.

Red lightning struck.

The entire stone tablet turned into dust.

A sudden rain came, blown wildly by the storm, sweeping away and turning into a vast ocean.

An Li stood in the rain. She was the only audience member allowed to see the truth. The rain wet her hair, and the black and white in her eyes became confused. When Song Yan took her away quickly and told her some things, she seemed to have grown up in one day and became a little silent.

A few days later, accompanied by Song Yan, she reunited with the large group of people from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who came here to investigate, and entered the flying chariot without anyone noticing, as if the two of them had been in the chariot all the time.

The petite female cultivator was as silent as a doll.

Song Yan lifted her up, letting her lovely buttocks press against his legs, then hugged her, feeling the desire beyond emotion, swaying up and down with the slight sway of the flying chariot.

Suddenly, Song Yan seemed to sense something and slightly lifted the curtain.

Tang Yi reported in Forex: "The storm continues in the distance."

Song Yan glanced at the dark clouds in the distance and said, "Then rest for two days and then go on."

Ruins of ancient tombs.

A large amount of genuine spirit jade remains and has not been taken away.

Long Yinghai sat cross-legged in the wind and rain and recovered quickly.

The order he received was: If he encountered the ancient clan of the Night King, or people from other clans, he should take action immediately, severely injure them, or even kill them!

(End of this chapter)