After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 185 184. Ten Thousand Forbidden Territory, One Leaf Island (8.1K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
In the land of the ancient clan, the biggest "news" is about the Divine Infant Realm, among which the strongest clan of the ancient clan, the "Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan", is the top priority.

The news that the new generation of genius of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan suppressed Long Gongrong single-handedly naturally spread among the high-ranking officials of the Ancient Clan.

Not only did that genius suppress Long Gongrong with ease, he also tried his best to resolve the grudges and distributed the "True Spirit Residual Jade" cake fairly, making sure that everyone was satisfied and praised him.

No one would have believed that Wuxiang Tianzun was so arrogant and wanted to occupy the name of folk belief. But this incident was a good start, at least several families kept silent. The Yewang Ancient Clan even directly acknowledged the existence of "Wuxiang Tianzun" to cling to the thigh of this old neighbor.

“The benevolent are invincible” has always made sense, but it does not mean that you will be invincible if you are a benevolent person. What it means is that if you can be “invincible” while still maintaining the demeanor of a “benevolent person”, then you can become powerful and gain the support of the people.

Song Yan was cruel when killing people, licentious when enjoying himself, and dissolute when drunk, but he seemed to be on time, and every move he made was just right, just enough to successfully establish the reputation of "Wushi Tianzun".

Today, the four words "Wuxiang Tianzun" are well-known.

In addition to Song Yan's "first show", it is actually inseparable from the efforts of many monks.

The ancient temples in the mortal world also became more popular, because people on this land began to understand that "the Heavenly Lord is the Formless Heavenly Lord". No matter if they were so poor that they only had faith left, or they were so stupid that they could only believe, or they needed faith to serve power, or they believed in it to please the immortals, they all began to believe it.

When Tang Xiaokong returned from outside, he hurriedly climbed the ancestral sacred mountain and asked Ancestor Ning Xin where his adopted son was. However, Ancestor Ning Xin said indifferently, "I don't know either."

Tang Xiaokong was stunned for a long time, but he still hurriedly took out the communication stone and praised Song Yan, saying that "more than 70 years later, other ancient elders have come to him to seek allies at the edge of the void." With strong power and good reputation, wouldn't the allies come? And more people sticking together will definitely increase the survival rate and harvest rate at the dangerous edge of the void.

When Tang Xiaokong left in a hurry, Patriarch Ning Xin looked into the distance as if he sensed something.

In the distance, a petite and lovely girl was carrying a bamboo basket, bringing down the herbs she had just picked from the Ancestral Mountain.

The female cultivator lowered her head, her eyes somewhat distracted. When she reached the top of the mountain, she raised her head and looked respectfully at the distant Ning Xin Ancestor floating in the wind, and whispered, "Ancestor, I have collected all the herbs."

Elder Ning Xin looked at the female cultivator. Her eyes were soft and gentle. The female cultivator couldn't resist and lowered her head.

Ancestor Ning Xin spoke in a gentle voice, as if in spring breeze, "I saw fear and shame."

An Li lowered her head and asked, "Am I unable to raise Hu Nian?"

Ancestor Ning Xin said: "You have special meaning to him, so I brought you here from Mount Gushe, and then took you with me to teach you the most suitable skill for saving people for Mu Xuan. If you save people and have the heart to save people, you will naturally be able to achieve the middle stage of Purple Mansion."

An Li said, "But I have recently come to realize that I am just an ordinary female cultivator. There are people like me in every sect. I have no talent or qualifications, so I am afraid."

A scene flashed before her eyes: the lingering aura of the underworld, the hideous and playful laughter, and finally the bloody mouth that devoured life.
Recently, her old dream returned to Nanwu Jianmen. She was walking on the road with Senior Brother Bai, but she suddenly stopped. Senior Brother Bai grabbed her shoulders, and the arc of his firm lips suddenly opened, slowly turning into a bloody mouth that bit towards her and slowly swallowed her.

She woke up with a start; it was a nightmare.

"Afraid?" Elder Ning Xin smiled and said, "How much trust does he have in you to fully reveal himself to you? As for you saying that you are ordinary, I don't agree. Ordinary female cultivators can't be by his side, nor can they be by my side."

Enli was speechless for a moment. She recalled what she had said hysterically that day: "You are not a human being at all. If there really are ancient gods in this world, they will definitely not protect you." The fear in her eyes was mixed with a bit of shame. She sighed and said, "I am so stupid. I am so useless."

She put down the bamboo basket, hugged her knees and sat under the floating clouds on the top of the mountain, thinking: "I wonder if a devil like him will feel uncomfortable."

"Hahaha."

"it is good!!"

No one would have thought that the famous Wuxiang Tianzun himself was in a mortal houseboat, watching the musicians playing the flute and the dancers dancing. He was holding a young lady in his arms and was living a life of debauchery.

The young lady was the most beautiful in the brothels in this city, her name was Xueyi, but today she was alone with him.

Song Yan spread his legs, allowing Xue Yi's soft buttocks to press on one side, and allowing her slender hands to bring him fresh berries shipped from afar.

The berries become sweeter after the frost in winter, but in a place like the ancient country of Xijue where transportation is difficult, they need to be transported as fast as possible, and by the time they get here, they are already very expensive.

Song Yan looked at the dancer intently, watching her leap on tiptoe and the colorful silk in her hands spinning endlessly.

The blazing stove spread its warmth, making the dancer's exposed calves, chest, and arms appear to be coated with a thin layer of fire, and also making the young lady beside Song Yan look like a flame.

Song Yan descended, ready to enjoy the pleasures of this worldly world.

Miss Xueyi yelled, “Master, Master!”

Song Yan paused and asked, "What's wrong?"

Miss Xueyi said pitifully, "It happened once just now. I am not feeling well yet."

Song Yan said: "Add money."

Miss Xueyi hugged Song Yan tightly and said with a smile: "Master is so handsome, why don't you have any concubines at home? Why do you have to come here to make trouble?"

Song Yan laughed and said, "What a joke! I love to joke around."

Miss Xueyi took the initiative to hold his cheeks, moved closer, and said in a coquettish voice: "Hateful!"

Immediately, a sound of "Ouch!" was heard from the pleasure boat.

The young lady has her own unique skills, and Song Yan looks like a young man, so she worked even harder, thinking to herself, "Actually, I'm not losing out."

The pleasure boat was dark. Song Yan raised his hand, and just as his fingertips touched the curtain, a jade hand grabbed it and pulled it down.

"It's snowing and cold. It's hard to get warm in the boat."

"I just want to be cold."

Song Yan lifted the curtain, and the wind and snow outside rushed in.

Miss Xueyi screamed, her skin tightened rapidly, and the warmth stopped.

Song Yan was in a calm mood, looking at the snow falling all over the sky and the ground.

This place is called Dongyu City, the easternmost large city in the ancient country of Xijue. It is also a city where Song Yan’s spiritual sense can cover the "mysterious sapling".

He came here, firstly to take care of the tree, and secondly to wait for the Heaven-Dutian Pill.

He knew nothing about the "mysterious sapling", but it was impossible for him to show off with the sapling.

Once the sapling leaves the sacrificial formation, it will be punished by God.

The characteristics of the saplings and the energy of the underworld meant that once they took root, they could not be easily moved, unless he could think of another way to carry the saplings with him.

Guarding the saplings is far more meaningful than staying in the ancestral lineage of the Wuxiang ancient clan, or striving for the empty title of "Wuxiang Tianzun".

So, Song Yan came.

At this time, Miss Xueyi hurriedly wrapped her clothes, hit Song Yan with a coquettish look, but then took his arm, sat beside him, and followed his gaze to look outside the boat.

As the saying goes, "The rich have wine and meat, while the poor freeze to death on the streets." At this moment, the pleasure boat happened to reach the slums on the snowy lake. The dirty and dilapidated streets and brothels in the distance were completely different places.

This slum is not only dirty, but also extremely crowded. Dirty beggar-like people huddle together and huddle in the corner.

Some are still alive, while others have frozen to death.

Miss Xueyi said, "Due to the natural disaster in Lu, a large number of refugees have entered the country. Don't look at them like this. In fact, they are better off than many people for being able to come to this city. This is also thanks to a certain important person who spoke up, otherwise the king would not allow them to enter the country."

Just as she finished speaking, Miss Xueyi's eyes suddenly blurred, and she saw that the young man in the luxurious robe had already flown out and landed in front of a dirty little beggar who was huddled in the corner.

The little beggar was disheveled and next to him was an adult wearing a cotton robe. However, the adult's body was bruised and swollen, and it was obvious that he had frozen to death.

The little beggar huddled numbly beside the frozen adult, quietly waiting for death in the cold.

This kind of scene is heartbreaking when you first see it, and it is still unbearable to see it again, but after seeing it so many times, you become numb to it.

Song Yan's arrival did not make the little beggar raise his eyes.

But Song Yan suddenly grabbed the little beggar's frozen hand and warmed it.

As if feeling that his body was extremely cold, Song Yan used the martial arts method to slowly send his breath to help him recover.

Seeing that the effect was still minimal, he simply held the little beggar in his arms and warmed him.

Miss Xueyi stared at this scene in amazement. After a long while, a touch of gentleness appeared in her eyes. Then she said to the musician and dancer beside her: "I never thought that this master is also a knight."

Song Yan shouted, "Bring some food."

Miss Xueyi responded, and hurriedly wrapped herself up tightly, then took some food from the shop and went downstairs.

Song Yan fed the little beggar, and then directly contacted Tang Yi through the communication stone, saying: "Let the Xijue Ancient Country handle the refugee affairs well, and at the same time let the ancient country prepare to move to the west as far as possible from the wilderness, because natural disasters will continue to expand. In the inland areas, reduce taxes and expand farming, and prepare for famine. Let local sects participate, and if necessary, use ancient clan contribution points as rewards."

He doesn't know how to make long-term plans, and it's impossible for him to spend time tracking the progress of this matter, which is even more unprofessional. But he holds great power now, and he can change many things with just one word.

In the past, in Nanwu Jianmen, he ignored the disaster because he knew that the overall situation was difficult to change, and he could not go against the puppet sect system. But now, he is the overall situation of this land, and he can change it as he wants. It is naturally a completely different story.

Miss Xueyi distributed the steamed buns one by one, then came to Song Yan's side, looked at the weak and dirty child in his arms, and said softly: "Master, it's useless. Even if there is today, there will be no tomorrow. Even if you can help here, there are still other places."

"There is today, but no tomorrow? There is only this place, but no other place?"

Song Yan murmured, and then said, "You said that this steamed bun is useless tomorrow and useless here, so don't these people care? Have they given up?"

Miss Xueyi was so shocked that she remained silent.

Song Yan said: "They didn't give up. They care about this bun. Don't let a small kindness go unappreciated."

Miss Xueyi didn't know what to say.

Song Yan waved his hand and said, "You can go back. Anyway, the time for me to rent a boat is almost up. So that's it. Thank you for doing something extra today."

Miss Xueyi asked, "You're not leaving?"

Song Yan said: "I won't leave."

Miss Xueyi swore that she had never seen such a person, who could spend his days drinking and dancing, and sing wildly, but could also warm the body for a little beggar whom she didn't know at all. She turned around slowly, looking back every step, and when she got on the pleasure boat, she still waved from afar.

Song Yan was holding the child in his arms. He could feel the child's hands, feet and body slowly warming up. He could feel that he was slowly pulling the child back from the other side of death. This made him happy, a kind of spiritual happiness that was different from physical happiness.

The next day, dawn.
The snow also stopped.

The child woke up slowly.

This is a little girl, not pretty, with a pale face and thin body, almost the same as a boy.

Song Yan fed him some water and food, then washed his face. Looking at his dazed look, he held him in his arms and said softly, "My name is Jian Huang. What's your name?"

"San San Niu"

"Sanniu, don't be afraid. Live bravely."

"Well, thank you, brother." The little girl named Sanniu sniffed, rested her chin on Song Yan's shoulder, and tears flowed down her face.

Song Yan leaned against the dirty ruins of the slum, basking in the finally warm sunshine, feeling the little thing in his arms slowly regaining its vitality, and feeling a sense of peace in his heart.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blowing from the corner made the little guy shrink suddenly.

"It's so cold, so cold," the little girl said in a trembling voice.

Song Yan turned his head to look at the gloomy wind, and then looked into the distance. It was the wind blowing from the wild land in the east. The wind was mixed with the smell of decay, dead silence, desolation, and ominous signs, signs of a dark era of natural disasters.

As the real body of Wuxiang Tianzun, Song Yan's words took effect in the evening of the next day.

Even in a city like Dongyu City, there were porridge carts pushed to the alleys of the slums, and some people were building foundations on the open space, preparing to build some temporary sheds.

The refugees rushed forward, and the person who served the porridge said as he poured it into the bowls that were hard to find: "Thank Wuxiang Tianzun, thank the king, and thank the city lord. You won't starve to death this winter!"

Another person said, "Once the shed over there is built, we will also arrange for you. Children who have lost their parents and have nowhere to go will be arranged in the city. You can come and register now."

The slums suddenly became busy.

Song Yan was holding Sanniu and was about to go to the city lord to check on him, when he suddenly felt someone approaching.

He looked back and saw a woman with an excited look on her face.

The woman trembled and said, "San San Niu?"

The little girl raised her head, stared at the woman, and cried, "Auntie!"

"Three girls!"

"aunt!"

The big and the small hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Song Yan quietly took out more than ten copper coins and placed them on the ground. He moved and left.

Too much money cannot protect it, but more than ten copper coins are just right.

That night, Song Yan took a shower, changed his clothes, and rolled onto Miss Xue Yi's bed again. After some lovemaking in the quilt, he fell asleep comfortably while hugging his lady.

Miss Xueyi was also happy to play with him. She had never seen a man like him before, but she had already felt an indescribable strange charm from this man.

Day after day, months passed in the blink of an eye.

All the girls in Canyue Tower are familiar with Mr. Jian.

He is rich and romantic, likes to get drunk and sing wildly, and often does shocking things, but he is not annoying, and almost every girl is vying to be with him.

Song Yan is also here tonight and there tomorrow, acting without restraint.

This night was another beautiful night with flowers and moon. After Song Yan had finished his drink, he was enjoying the fun of the red skirt, leaning against Cui and leaning against Hong, when he suddenly heard a scream from afar.

He felt the delicate body of the girl in his arms stiffen. When he looked again with his spiritual sense, he saw corpses with horrible dead faces floating on the warm spring lake water.

Each of the corpses looked as if they were torn apart by a huge force. The whole body was cracked like a ceramic jar, and the flesh was pulled. Coupled with being soaked in water, the result was that the bodies swelled up greatly. The men who were six or seven feet tall had nearly doubled in size, and the thin women had swollen into huge fat people.

The horrible corpses floating on the warm water made the lanterns on the waterside shine scarlet red, and also made the water quality of the warm water dark as the underworld, which was very creepy.

As soon as Song Yan moved, the lady under the quilt quickly raised her legs and pressed him down. When Song Yan moved again, the lady simply turned over and pressed him down.

Song Yan said: "Xiao Xianghong, what's wrong with you?"

The young lady said in fear: "My dear, you are a good man, don't go."

Song Yan smiled and said, "My dear, you are not a good person. You have to go."

Xiao Xianghong pouted and said, "Then you better go tomorrow. I can't let anything happen to me when we are together. I won't be able to see anyone like that."

As she spoke, she hugged Song Yan tightly, fearing that he would run away, and then she said slowly: "I also heard from others that there is a continuous storm in Lu State, and there are monsters that eat people and evil spirits that kill people.

The immortals from above came to descend, but there was no improvement.

There was a scream in the middle of the night, someone must have died, but I don’t know if it was a monster or an evil ghost that sneaked in to kill people.

My dear, please don't go, or your handsome head will fall off."

Song Yan scanned the area with his spiritual sense and did not find any monsters or evil spirits, but the lake in the city was connected to the moat and the outside world. Due to continuous heavy rain, the water level had risen early, so it seemed that the water had come from somewhere unknown.

"No, no, I still have to love you, my little devil."

"Hehe, my dear, come here."

Winter has arrived again in the blink of an eye.

But last year's residents are almost becoming refugees this year.

The entire Dongyu City received an order to relocate.

The scope of natural disasters in Lu State gradually expanded. Although they did not occur all the time, the situation was still developing in the most serious direction.

The order from above said: The wild land, especially the territory of Lu, is already full of monsters. Those monsters don't seem to bite people, but they chase ghosts. In the process of chasing, if there are people around, the monsters will not care at all. When they exert their full strength, the people nearby will be affected and killed. Wanguang Village and Xiaofeng County were destroyed in this way. Now the immortal has made a prediction that in a month or half a year, the entire Dongyu City will be included in the range of monsters and ghosts, so it must be relocated.

Fortunately, it seems that the immortals pay special attention to these things. The relocation of refugees is relatively smooth, and there is food security along the way, although it is little, but there is. And all places have also released relief food for assistance.

Miss Xueyi, Xiao Xianghong, Sanniu and others all joined the huge relocation team.

They scanned the area, trying to find someone familiar.

For some reason, that figure was so reliable in their hearts that they instinctively wanted to rely on him.

Miss Xueyi, Xiao Xianghong wanted to say to that guy, "If you are a wandering playboy, you might as well find them as your companions; if you are a rich man, you might as well take them as concubines."

Sanniu was confused at the time, but now she realizes that "Brother Jian Huang" saved her life that day. She wants to find her brother to say thank you.

However, even though they had left Dongyu City from the west gate with the main force, they still hadn't seen that person.

at this time
Dongyu City is hundreds of miles east of the city.

A figure in a black robe was standing on a shadow puppet boat and laughing happily.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

"What a good harvest! What a good harvest!"

Every time Song Yan's palm landed, a huge handprint would fall from the sky, smashing the earth beasts and other monsters that dared to fly to the ground, just like slapping a fly.

Of course, there are some that are a little difficult to deal with, but as long as he is a little more serious, it will not be difficult.

The basic strength of these earth beasts and demon beasts is around the Crimson Palace level, and occasionally one at the Purple Mansion level will appear, which is simply terrifying.

The monsters are native to the wilderness or the surrounding hills, and they are fleeing for their lives.

The earth beasts are chasing the energy of the underworld like mad dogs.

Whenever the energy of the underworld attached to any skeleton, the earth beast would rush over like mad, destroy the skeleton, force the energy of the underworld to emerge again, and then stir it up frantically, trying to prevent it from condensing.

This would have been a good thing, but in the process of chasing and attacking, the earth beasts completely ignored the other lives around them, so wherever they went, it became a complete forbidden zone for life.

Some people died, and some animals died.

But when Song Yan came, the earth beast died.

He rode on the shadow puppet air boat, sweeping back and forth, killing all the large waves of earth beasts that had invaded this area, and then threw them on the air boat. At the same time, he tried to control a skeleton of the Crimson Palace Realm that was attached with the aura of the underworld.

After doing this, he glanced into the distance.

The people he killed today might not even be a drop in the bucket, just like scooping a bowl of water from the ocean.

And this is just the beginning.

As time goes by, more advanced earth beasts will be born, and more earth energy will seep out.

On that day, he joined forces with people from the other five tribes to cast the seal. Otherwise, there would be many more high-level earth beasts at this time.

If the current signs are correct, if the Qi of the Underworld attaches to ordinary people, it will turn into a skeleton in the Lianxuan realm, and if it attaches to the Lianxuan realm, it will turn into a Jianggong realm. So if it attaches to the Zifu realm, wouldn't it be possible that it will turn into a corpse of the Underworld?
Thinking of the scene where the corpse monster from the underworld almost killed him instantly with one blow, Song Yan felt extremely solemn.

He felt it was difficult, so ordinary people and ordinary sects had no chance of survival.

At this moment, he felt refreshed and couldn't help looking up at the sky.

He had long known from the Heavenly Demon that this world was most likely guarded by a powerful being, and that the rest of the "heavenly tribulation" and the like were all rules set by that powerful being. But at this moment, this earth beast was too "unintelligent", wasn't it?
When Song Yan heard in Dongyu City that an entire village and county were destroyed because of the passage of earth beasts, he could hardly believe it.

The natural disaster beast is truly a natural disaster!
They destroy invaders and kill innocent native residents.

After the underworld energy is dispersed by them, it needs to condense again or combine with the new underworld energy underground before it can attach to the bones. This does prevent the spread of the underworld energy to a certain extent, but... they are also executioners.

At least up to this point, most of the people were killed by natural disasters and earth beasts, rather than by the energy of the underworld.

However, according to Song Yan's observation, although the earth beast is dead, it will not be contaminated by the aura of the underworld. This is finally good news.

The next day, the sun shone on the snow.

A shadow puppet boat slowly landed somewhere, entered a layer of formation shield, and then completely disappeared.

Song Yan drove the boat into the cave.

He gave the mysterious sapling a name - the Dark Tree.

He hoped the tree would bring him some surprises.

When they arrived at the sacrificial array in the underworld, there was not much Yin energy flowing in the array, just like a few swirling ink threads on a piece of white paper.

Song Yan raised his hand and sent the earth beast into the sacrificial formation.

The hissing sound of sacrifice was heard constantly, but the earth beasts were not digesting the food very quickly.

Song Yan was not in a hurry either. He walked out of the cave temporarily, sat on the cliff, and looked into the distance.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled, the fog piled up, and layers of transparent arrays covered this place, making it impossible to discover even if a cultivator or a monster passed by unless they happened to land here.

He released his spiritual sense and swept towards Dongyu City in the distance.

This is the only city around the Dark Tree.

But such cities are rapidly becoming empty and will soon become complete dead cities.

From now on, he was afraid that he would no longer be able to go to the city to have fun, and would have to live alone in this empty mountain.

For this purpose, he specially bought a lot of rice and food from the mortal world.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and turned around and walked back into the cave.

The corpses of the earth beasts in the underworld sacrificial formation have disappeared, and wisps of life energy are floating on the surface of the formation.

Song Yan observed carefully and saw that the strands of life energy were forming a small energy vortex with the Nether Tree as the center, and the place where the energy sank was exactly the root of the Nether Tree.

The Nether Tree absorbed these energies and seemed to emit a very small amount of the underworld's energy.

Song Yan squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, thinking to himself: "If this thing really grows up, what will happen?"

However, as soon as he got the tree, he took the opportunity to refine it. Even though the tree is evil now, it is still bound to him.

'It's just that this tree needs life energy, and I need life energy too.'

Song Yan was speechless, then he grabbed another earth beast corpse and began to skin it on the rock next to him.

When the skin fell off, he threw the carcass into the sacrificial array and began to make shadow puppets himself.

However, after some operations, he unexpectedly discovered that the natural disaster beast seemed to be very special and leather making could not summon its soul at all. This was the first time he failed in making shadow puppets using animal skins.

Hence, he threw all the unfinished shadow puppets and the corpses of all the earth beasts into the sacrificial formation, filling up the entire formation.

as time flows.
a few days later.

All the earth beasts on the boat were refined into life energy.

Song Yan gave some to Ming Shu and swallowed the rest himself.

The rich life energy entered his body, which made him feel some subtle changes in his body.

He moved his palm and presented the "Demon Picture of Free Heaven" again, but he saw that the eye sockets of the elegant immortal in white clothes in the picture had naturally added one or two deeper marks. At the same time, he also felt that his eyes were a little itchy. He rubbed them subconsciously, but the itching did not subside, as if it was rooted in his bones or even his soul.

“Where did all this energy go?”

Song Yan clenched his fists and used his magic skills, but found that neither his physique nor his magic skills had been enhanced.

Suddenly, the words that the murderous monk had said before flashed through his mind.

"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."

In an instant, he understood.

By devouring life energy, one can become a higher level demon.

But this method is not very efficient.

Otherwise, if an evil thought stays in another Xuan world until that world is destroyed, it will grow into a murderous demon monk.

This shows how much energy is required.

Monks have many precepts, such as abstaining from lying, killing, stealing, and sexual immorality.
There are demon monks who have understood the true meaning of lies and killing, and there is also a demon monk who has mastered the true meaning of stealing mentioned by the killing demon monk. There may be others.

When all the truths are collected, the devil monk may be able to become the so-called "higher level devil", which is most likely the "corrupt thoughts layer under the obsession layer of the sea of ​​suffering".

Compared to life energy, absorbing the same kind is more efficient.

However, this should not be possible across the same category.

The Nine-Child Demon Mother cannot swallow the Demon Monk, and vice versa.

However, Song Yan suddenly thought of the King of Hell's Furnace and couldn't help but laugh.

He used the King's Furnace to intercept the aura of one of the Nine-Child Demon Mother's sons and used it for his own benefit.

"In this way, the future can be expected."

Song Yan walked out of the cave. The sky was full of stars. He sat cross-legged, letting the bright moonlight shine on his body. The snow-covered mountains reflected the light. For a moment, the black robe on his body looked like white clothes, making it difficult to tell whether he was black or white.

No matter it is true love, indulgence, saving people, killing monsters, slaughtering beasts, or sitting alone at this moment, it can make him feel different kinds of happiness.

Buddha said that the state of mind is created by the mind, and Song Yan felt that this sentence also applied to demons.

If you want to be free, then be free. If you must do something to prove that you are free, that is bullshit; if you must use a name to define freedom, that is also bullshit; to say that it is a thing is not right, a free heart is the foundation. Freedom does not need to be guarded, what you guard is only a bullshit, not freedom.

"Hahaha!"

Song Yan had an epiphany and laughed loudly. Then he contacted the Ningxin Ancestor with a thought that he had stored in advance and asked, "Ancestor, you know a lot about herbal medicine. Do you have any demon-gathering grass?"

Soon, Ancestor Ning Xin said, "Different monsters have different attractions. Which one do you want?"

Song Yan said: "I want something that can attract the natural disaster earth beast."

After a long silence, Ancestor Ning Xin said, "I'll look for it."

Song Yan said: "I have always had good luck, thank you for troubling me, ancestor."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and rested.

The sky is full of stars, and dawn and dusk alternate.
A month later, the entire Dongyu City relocation was completed.

Two months later, Song Yan could no longer sense anyone in his spiritual consciousness.

After another three months, even life was scarce in the entire area.

He was like sitting alone on an isolated island in a natural disaster restricted area.

On this day, the voice of Ancestor Ning Xin rang in his mind.

"The Scourge Beast is extremely special. There is no plant in the world that can attract the Scourge Beast. The only way is..."

"The air of the underworld."

Before Ancestor Ning Xin said anything, Song Yan had already given the answer. He glanced in the direction of the Netherworld Sacrifice Array, thought for a moment, and slightly opened the array shield.
A wisp of underworld air suddenly lingered up and penetrated the sky.
(End of this chapter)