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

Chapter 186 185. My dear, we are destined to meet each other (8.0K words - thanks to the book friend "Bajie doesn't like reading books")
A wisp of the air of the underworld curled up into the sky from the deep mountains in the forbidden zone for the living, like a stick of black smoke rising in a dead city.

Song Yan clearly felt that the sky was still for a moment, and the earth was suddenly quiet for a moment, and the next moment, sand and rocks were flying as if in response to stress. After half an incense stick of time, the sound of ferocious beasts running became louder and louder in the distance.

The ground was shaking and the mountains were trembling.

Song Yan rose into the air and floated above the formation.

Although there were hundreds of formations, they were not special formations. They could easily stop ordinary cultivators, but they could not stop Purple Mansion cultivators. Each formation could only withstand a few attacks from Purple Mansion cultivators. But there was nothing you could do about it, because formation patterns were not something that could be deduced. What formation you could set up depended entirely on what formation plate you had or what formation you had learned.

In the epic and magnificent painting of heaven and earth, all kinds of dust seem like a raging yellow tide and thick mud walls, crashing down from afar.

Song Yan looked around and immediately used his innate secret technique "The Diagram of the Free Demon".

The immortal in white sat in the fog, his eyes were empty and his face was blurred. At this moment, three of his four arms were hidden, and the one arm exposed was holding a sword calmly.

Viewed from afar, no one could see the three arms hidden by the mist, and no one could see the evil in it. This was completely an ethereal fairy in the clouds.

Song Yan sat cross-legged and floated above the formation. With a thought, the white-robed immortal formed by his thoughts flew out and swung his sword to kill the earth beasts rushing towards him from all directions.

The "Purple Mansion Yuan Explosion Technique" consumes too much of the soul; the "One Step into the Sky" requires all of one's energy and spirit, and is usually used to make the final decision rather than this kind of long-term war of attrition; as for the "Free Heavenly Demon Diagram"'s means of fabricating and hiding aura, it is used in one-on-one combat and is even less suitable for this kind of occasion.

Therefore, the only thing at this time is the sword.

Wow!

The flying sword in the hand of the white-robed immortal cut out a large crescent arc.

The earth beast in the front was about to dodge, but felt a pain in his soul, and his eyes went dark, and a myriad of different sword energies attached to his body. These were all Song Yan's previous sword insights. And the sword energies formed by the combination of the "Xuanjian Sutra" and the blood of the Crimson Palace have been integrated into his life secret technique, attacking from both his body and soul to help him kill the enemy.

brush! !

The earth beast was cut in half, blood was spilled, and its soul was broken.

The immortal in white had no blood on his clothes and his hands were clean. He continued to float around and kill people everywhere with ease.

A day later, the first batch of earth beasts that approached were all killed, and only a few scattered earth beasts remained in the remaining area.

Song Yan put away his innate secret technique, and hurriedly took some black jade, quickly absorbing the black energy to replenish it, then put away the corpse of the earth beast, came to the side of the Nether Tree, closed the Netherworld Sacrifice Formation, stopped attracting the earth beast, and then threw all the corpses into the sacrificial formation as before.

A "hissing" sound suddenly came from the formation.

The earth beasts began to melt like snow in the sun.

Song Yan sat cross-legged and began to absorb the life energy together with the sapling.

After a few days, the man and the tree absorbed all the earth beasts.

Song Yan felt that the originally shriveled trunk of the Nether Tree had become slightly fuller, and the underworld aura emanating from it had actually increased slightly, while the itchy sensation in his eyes doubled.

This number is countless times more than when he takes the initiative to go out hunting!
Song Yan rubbed his eyes and scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense.

The scattered underworld energy quickly found nearby skeletons to possess, and thus attracted scattered earth beasts to kill them. After the underworld energy was beaten to a thin enough level, the earth beasts left again and began to patrol and wander aimlessly. If they still couldn't feel the underworld energy after wandering for a while, the earth beasts would lie down on the spot, and then quickly turn into a huge rock, a mound, or even a small hill. If there was no divine consciousness scanning it, it would still be considered a part of the world.

During this process, the Dongyu City in the distance was brushed by the earth beasts, one side of the city wall was completely washed away, and a block of houses were trampled into dust. It is conceivable that if there were soldiers and civilians defending the city, they would have died on the spot.

This land has completely become a battlefield between the natural disaster beasts and the underworld energy.
Ironically, the people who suffered did not die at the hands of the underworld, but at the hands of natural disaster beasts.

Song Yan only felt that the world was truly marvelous. The heaven and earth sent out the natural disaster beasts in order to save themselves; but the natural disaster beasts became the greatest disaster that slaughtered common people; he hunted the natural disaster beasts here, which was obviously harming the heaven and earth to serve himself, but in fact he saved many people who migrated westwards.

It really doesn’t matter who is right or wrong!

He continued to observe.

After a few days, he did not find "any signs of active planning by the natural disaster earth beast", so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Before, he took the initiative to release the energy of the underworld, which was actually a test.

Take a look at the Scourge Beast.

If the natural disaster earth beast had intelligence, then even if he closed the underworld sacrificial array, the natural disaster earth beast would most likely organize more forces to search here.

But it didn't.

As for the saying that the natural disaster earth beasts deliberately did not come in order to paralyze him, that was pure nonsense. The scene before him could actually prove that "the natural disaster earth beasts, at least those at the level of Crimson Palace Purple Mansion, would move based on the smell of air, and would not care about the rest at all."

Second, investigate the person who coveted the Dark Tree that day.

The more he cultivated the Dark Tree, the more he realized the extraordinary nature of this mysterious little tree.

The air of the underworld slowly seeps out from the ground, but this mysterious little tree can produce the air of the underworld on its own, and as it devours more and more lives, it grows bigger and bigger, and produces more and more air of the underworld.

If he hadn't refined the tree when it was still a seedling, it would not be so easy to refine it now.

But he was not the first to discover the opportunity of the Dark Tree, but another one.

That being must continue to search for traces of the Dark Tree in the surrounding area. After all, it is impossible to give up such a great opportunity.

Song Yan could feel that it was unlikely that that person had reached the level of a divine infant, at least his consciousness had been suppressed by him, and the one who could see through the secrets of the ancient tomb was either a demon or was related to the ancient Dragon Tomb clan.

Therefore, he opened the underworld sacrificial array and released the aura of the underworld, not only to attract the natural disaster beast and test the natural disaster beast, but also to turn into bait, trying to lure the secret covetous person in, cut the grass and root out, and eliminate future troubles.

But many days have passed and the other party has not made any move.

Song Yan was never a person who relied on luck. At this moment, he thought: "Could it be that they haven't found it yet? Then I'll try it several times in a short period of time."

A few days later.
The dark aura of the underworld rose from the mountains again.

The surrounding earth beasts suddenly turned their heads and rushed over frantically.

In the center of the place, the immortal in white stood up with a sword in hand, and another round of killing began.

A month later.
Two months later
On this day, Song Yan and Ming Shu once again digested a new batch of earth beasts.

The continuous absorption of life energy caused the Nether Tree sapling to grow roots. The roots were very long, like siren tentacles, ignoring the hardness of the mud and rocks and spreading directly downwards, while also beginning to actively absorb energy from the earth.

Song Yan's mind moved, and he looked at the dark tree and said silently: "Invest one day of your life in contemplating this tree."

You visualized Vasudha, but nothing happened.

'Vasusha?'

Song Yan immediately knew the name of this mysterious little tree, but after thinking for a while, he felt that the unknown name "Vashāṇa" was not as easy to pronounce as Mingshu, so he said, "I'll just call you Mingshu."

He thought for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand and took out the ancient purple mansion corpse of the demon monk who had killed him from his storage bag. He then said silently: "Use Vasushahua, the corpse in front of you, and the incomplete simulation of the "Secret Art of Refining Corpses of the Underworld" as the target to refine the Underworld Corpse Monster."

[One year later, nothing happened, but your understanding of the "Secret Art of Corpse Refining in the Underworld" has deepened slightly]

Two years later, you have made no progress

Three years later, you’re still nowhere

Song Yan paused for a moment.

He had previously been given a hundred years of peace of mind in the ancestral land of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, which had saved him a lot of lifespan, but he would not waste it recklessly.

And this time of contemplation made him realize one thing: the ancient Purple Mansion Realm corpse and the underworld energy are indeed the materials needed to refine the underworld corpse monster, but it is not enough.

He thought about it for a while but couldn't get the point, so he put it aside for the time being and turned to look at the corpse of the earth beast that had just disappeared from the sacrificial array, thinking about another problem.

Obviously, the life energy that the earth beasts at the level of the Crimson Palace can provide is extremely little, or in other words, the energy efficiency that he and Mingshu can extract from low-level life forms is already extremely low.

If you want to go further, you have to sacrifice a stronger life.

Song Yan suddenly thought of the Demon Mother Su Yao. The Demon Mother Su Yao had been planning for a thousand years. She was even willing to spend a huge amount of time to deceive many cultivators into practicing the "Demon Infant Sutra" and made up the lie that "the Demon Infant replaces the Divine Infant and can enter the Divine Infant realm more smoothly" in order to obtain a higher level of life and sacrifice herself.

The quantity of sacrifices is necessary, but the quality is more important.

If not for this, the Nine-Child Demon Mother would have arrived long ago.

His current fishing method of devouring the natural disaster beast seems to be vigorous, but if there is no stronger existence among the natural disaster beasts, then his progress is actually not as good as the Nine-Child Demon Mother.

Of course, the Nine-Child Demon Mother also does not have her Nether Tree.

Song Yan analyzed silently.

At this moment, he looked at the Dark Tree taking root in the mountain and drawing life energy from the earth, and scanned the distance with his spiritual sense.

The mountains were deserted, and many places had long been ruins. There were no birds or animals, only wisps of the air of the underworld lingering, gathering and dispersing. The black color was infinitely diluted and turned into a bleak gray, like haze.

Compared to the vast heaven and earth, the underworld energy is ridiculously thin. But Song Yan noticed that the underworld energy is increasing, and the place where it seeps out is no longer limited to the original tomb, but more worlds.

If one day, these underworld energies seep out from underground of a prosperous inland town, the consequences would be extremely disastrous.

That day could be said to be the true beginning of the end of the world.

The monks can still struggle a bit, but mortals are like fish on a chopping board, with nowhere to escape.

Heaven and earth, how cruel.

Song Yan sighed secretly.

However, what he was worried about at this time was not something that was so far away.

What he was worried about was why the "Underworld Tree Coveter" had not made any move yet?

This doesn't make sense.

died?

Not too possible.

Song Yan's eyes flickered.

He never hesitates to assume the worst-case scenario for his opponents or potential crises, and will immediately put his ideas into practice once he has them, without any lucky thoughts such as "it should be impossible", "it should be fine", "it can't be such a coincidence", or "I'm overthinking it".

He will go to great lengths to remedy a bad possibility, even if the consequences have not yet occurred or others have not noticed it. He is willing to do it.

'If the other party is still alive and sees the aura of the underworld here, but does not come here, what will he do? '

"I killed all the earth beasts by myself, and my spiritual awareness surpassed his that day. Does he think that he is probably no match for me?"

'Then he will need help.'

"If he has helpers, we can't stay here for long."

A strong sense of vigilance surged in Song Yan's heart.

"It's time to move."

Song Yan stood up, raised his hand, quickly put away the flag of the "Underworld Sacrifice Array" and put it into the storage bag, then took the Underworld Tree out of the rock and temporarily placed it in his arms.

The roots were like cold iron that had been frozen in an icy abyss for a hundred years. Once they reached Song Yan's arms, they wrapped around him, like a pair of twisted big hands tightly hugging their master.

Of course, if Song Yan was not its owner, then with just such a hug, the roots would have all penetrated into his body and started to thrive using him as fertilizer.

Feeling the "naughtiness" of the Nether Tree, Song Yan touched the Nether Tree that had not yet grown any branches, flowers or leaves, then raised his hand and removed the formations here one by one.

The underworld energy in the Hades Sacrifice Formation lost control and leaked out completely. This was the underworld energy generated by the Nether Tree over more than two years, and it was about to completely dissipate now.

Song Yan felt it was a pity, but there was nothing he could do. If the Nether Tree could grow further, then perhaps in a month it would be able to produce the same amount of Netherworld Qi as in the past two years.

Taking one last look at the cave, Song Yan raised his hand and waved it, throwing out from the void several flying bird shadow puppets that were good at concealing their aura.

The birds scattered and landed in various places on the mountain, waiting to be observed. He concealed his presence and turned into a streak of light at low altitude, flying away.

huh~~
Boom!

Song Yan was speeding, and when he passed Dongyu City, he found that the city that was prosperous last year had already become a ruin.

He continued to move northward, along the edge of the wild land, approaching the distant Ice Mirror Wasteland. This area belonged to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, which was shrinking more and more. It was relatively less likely to be harassed by other clans and there would be fewer accidents.

This is the geographical advantage.

Along the way, wherever Song Yan went, there were strong winds and heavy rains, and the earth was shaking. Any natural disaster beasts that were leisurely wandering around would quickly be attracted by his attention and chase after him.

Fortunately, there are natural disaster beasts running around everywhere in this place, so it is not very conspicuous.

A month later.
Song Yan's sight settled on a small county, which was backed by green mountains. There were people in the county, and it was in chaos.

Faintly, he could hear the sound of fighting, and people were shouting, "This is the grain of my tribe. Your superiors have a relationship with my master, how dare you come here and be so presumptuous, clamoring to open the warehouse to save people? If you want grain, bring money to buy it! Let me tell you, the price of grain has increased now, you have to pay double the money!"

The other side sneered: "Times have changed. This is the order of the immortal."

That person said, "Does the immortal care about this? Do you really think that my Zhao family was brought up by being scared? Be careful or I will sue you for using the immortal's name recklessly."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sharp clang. The long sword had already been unsheathed, and the person who came to open the granary shouted: "The immortal order and the king's order are ready. If you don't open the granary, you are really courting death!" Then, there was a series of sword-drawing sounds, and the next moment there was a ping-pong fight, as well as wailing, roaring, and shouting.
Some were brandishing swords ferociously, some had heads flying out, some were holding their crying children, some were fleeing, some were clapping and cheering, and there were all kinds of things happening.

Suddenly, the scene of the killing seemed to be frozen, and everyone stopped, staring blankly at the dark clouds covering the sky in the distance. Even though the howling hurricane was still far away, one could already see the grand spectacle of a dragon sucking water, and the rumbling footsteps of the natural disaster beasts seemed to be stepping on people's hearts, making people feel cold all over and their livers and gallbladders shattered.

At this moment, no one continued to fight. Everyone looked at the distant sky in horror, waiting for the end of the world to come.

On the street, there was a woman holding a baby, and the baby was holding a candied haws in her hand. When the baby saw the dark clouds covering the city, she was horrified and burst into tears. Her hand trembled, and the candied haws slipped down. When it was about to fall to the ground, a gentle breeze came and rolled up the candied haws and put it back into the baby's hand.

Song Yan withdrew his spiritual sense, turned around abruptly, and headed east.

Obviously, the order he issued before touched upon the interests of some powerful people, and it was to the point of resorting to violence. What happened in this small county was just a microcosm of the vast territory.

It is really like 'even though the dark era of natural disasters has arrived, the price of a pound of grain cannot be cheaper by even a copper coin'.

It’s hard to say who is right or wrong, it’s just that everyone lives in a different environment and naturally sees things differently.

Song Yan avoided the small county and after several days, he came to a forest with towering ancient trees.

As soon as we entered the forest, the noise of the beasts chasing us in the distance suddenly became quieter.

Song Yan frowned slightly, but before he could react, he suddenly felt a power fluctuation under his feet. He quickly scanned with his spiritual sense and saw a huge emerald green hand breaking out of the ground with great power and grabbing towards him.

His arrival seemed to activate this ancient forest ahead of time.

Without any hesitation, the immortal in white suddenly appeared behind Song Yan, and swung his sword fiercely, with sword energy running rampant.

But the big hand completely ignored the sword energy, crushed the sword energy with five fingers, and imprisoned Song Yan in the palm of its hand.

Song Yan swept his spiritual sense and saw the ground shaking in the ancient woods. A tree man nearly a hundred feet tall opened his eyes, his eyes were cloudy and he was unconscious.

The big hand that grabbed him was completely formed by roots. It was bumpy and the brown bark was far better than the divine weapons and heavy armor. The rich wood aura that shuttled back and forth was perfectly integrated into the roots. When his five fingers clenched, Song Yan felt that the surrounding world was pressing down on him, trying to crush him!
Song Yan had seen and recognized this kind of power.

This is the power of the Divine Infant Realm

This tree man is
'The tree man among the natural disaster wood beasts!'

"And he's a tree man at the initial stage of the Divine Infant!"

Song Yan had already used his family's power to do a lot of research on natural disaster beasts.

The five elements of natural disaster beasts each have their own characteristics. The earth beasts are numerous, while the wood beasts are known for their strange methods.

Sure enough, Song Yan saw a dark green aura emanating from the emerald green hand that was holding him tightly, and billowing poisonous gas gradually rose.

He didn't dare to use his body to test the strength of the poison gas. He raised his left arm violently, and the eight white cave crystal jade gloves started to move frantically. With one clench, he activated the method of "One Step into the Sky", and then used his innate secret technique. The white-robed immortal grasped the fingers of the divine infant tree man tightly and suddenly broke them forward.

click!
Finger broken.

Song Yan turned into a beam of light and flew out.

It has to be said that this natural disaster beast tree man in the initial stage of Divine Infant is much stronger than the ancient tribesmen in the early stage of Divine Infant. Even the Dragon Tomb ancient tribe is still a little bit inferior.

The finger that was broken by Song Yan suddenly rebounded, and countless vines intertwined with each other and recovered quickly.

At this moment, Song Yan was already thousands of feet away.

Suddenly, a black light suddenly broke through the ground and tightly wrapped around his ankles, dragging him down, and he fell to the ground with a "bang", stirring up billowing smoke and dust.

Countless tree people came from all around.

Countless vines swam over him like a tide of snakes, trying to drown him.

But when the smoke and dust cleared, vines appeared.

But the person below is gone!

In a cave not far from here, Song Yan appeared quickly, quickly inserted the flags of the underworld sacrifice, and then hurriedly threw the underworld tree into it.

As the air of the underworld disappeared, he felt that the movements of the tree man outside the cave had obviously subsided.

Song Yanchang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: "Fortunately, the natural disaster beast has no mind and can only follow the energy of the underworld. Otherwise, I would have to fight with all my strength today."

He was good at all kinds of escape techniques, and could use the Xiaoyao Sutra to connect with the escape technique, so the moment he touched the ground, he instantly escaped. Now he quickly arranged various formations, then sat cross-legged beside the dark tree, closed his eyes and rested, recovering quickly.

Slowly, the terrifying forest became quiet.

Song Yan’s spiritual sense swept across the dark tree.

He could feel the roots of the small tree beginning to take root here again, and then in an extremely secretive way began to quietly absorb the life energy of the earth.

The speed is not fast, but you are learning every moment.

Song Yan felt around in his storage bag and pulled out a jar of fine wine he had bought in Dongyu City. He broke the seal and took a sip. Then he leaned comfortably against the stone wall, thinking about the divine infant tree man he had just encountered. He thought to himself, "If I can sacrifice it, it will be great for both me and the Dark Tree."

With this thought in his mind, he reviewed the battle that had just taken place, thinking about how to break the impasse.

The next morning, morning light shone in from outside the cave, accompanied by the scent of an ancient forest.

Outside the cave, there was a thin miasma mixed with golden light, and one could faintly hear the flapping of wings of flying insects and the low humming of insects underground.

Song Yan stretched his arms, looked at the dark tree, and was about to do something, when suddenly his pupils constricted, his mind moved, and he looked into the distance.

at this time
Dongyu south of the city.

The mountains were almost flattened, but the earth beasts also dispersed, turning into new hills scattered everywhere.

Outside the former site of the Song Yanming Tree, three figures were walking on a mountain path that could hardly be called a road.

Two women and one man.

The woman in the middle has long legs, almond eyes and rosy cheeks. There is a hint of indifference and confusion in her eyes, and there seems to be a layer of mysterious mist covering her eyelashes.

He was tall and slender, with a pitch-black sword robe wrapped around his proud body, his broad sleeves fluttering in the wind, and a long sword attached to his back.

As he walked, the tassels of the sword and the horse's tail swayed, and his figure was like a reflection in the water, extremely ethereal.

This woman turned out to be the Demon Mother Su Yao!
The woman on her left was mechanically stiff, her eyes didn't blink, her head didn't move, and her cheeks were smeared with two blobs of bright red rouge, looking extremely weird.

The man on her right had a sharp gaze, looking left and right like a monkey.

The monkey-like man was looking at the Demon Mother Su Yao respectfully and said, "It's right here! I clearly saw that Vasusha flower, but I was a little late because I was looking for something to put in the flower, and that guy got there first. I finally found his whereabouts, but found that he was really powerful, so I asked you, the Demon Mother, to do justice."

The Demon Mother Su Yao and the stiff woman did not respond.

The monkey-like man continued, "Those who could find the ancient tomb at that time were most likely demons. You said that everyone is a demon, and they all came here to swallow more lives to become stronger. Why would they do that?"

The stiff woman suddenly said, "If it is really Vasusha, you can't protect it."

The monkey-like man said, "I didn't intend to keep her, I just wanted to use this young Vasusha to do something."

The stiff woman asked, "What's the matter?"

The monkey-like man laughed and said, "The Secret Realm of the Heavenly Lord."

The stiff woman was stunned and asked, "When did you come?"

The monkey-like man said, "I came here in ancient times, but I was unlucky and never got to swallow any good stuff. Later, when I finally swallowed it, I was beaten by Tianzun and vomited it out. I almost died."

The stiff woman laughed mechanically, making a "crackling" sound like a broken gear, and finally said: "If the Heavenly Lord really hit you, you should have turned back to evil thoughts and returned to the sea of ​​suffering."

The monkey-like man said: "You really guessed it right. Tianzun not only beat me, but beat a group of people. Tianzun is worthy of being the strongest person in the ancient times of this world.

Fortunately, I was beaten by him, otherwise I would not know where he was buried, and would not be able to discover the secret realm of Tianzun.

However, if you want to enter the Tianzun secret realm, you must use the underworld energy of Poshashahua to lure away the guards, otherwise if you confront them head-on..."

He said nothing more, just shook his head. It was obvious that this approach was not feasible.

The stiff woman nodded in agreement.

The strongest person of an era, whose secret realm is also his tomb, how can it be simple?
The three of them walked for a while.

The monkey-like man seemed to be restless all the time, and at this moment he added: "Speaking of which, I recently heard that a new Heavenly Venerable appeared in the Ancient Clan. It is said that his name is Wuxiang Heavenly Venerable, and he is the reincarnation of Heavenly Venerable in this life. It is really ridiculous."

He said it ridiculously, but there was no funny look in his eyes. Instead, they were filled with cold hatred.

The stiff woman said, "It's fake."

The monkey-like man said, "I know."

At this time, the three of them had come to a completely collapsed ruin and stopped.

The stiff woman said, "That person ran away."

The monkey-like man was speechless and complained, "Isn't this bastard too alert? He just left when he said so? I didn't reveal any of my presence."

The stiff woman looked towards the center and asked respectfully, "Demon Mother, what should we do?"

The Demon Mother Su Yao did not answer, but suddenly stopped and her eyes fell on a shadow puppet crow in the distance.

She looked at the crow shadow puppet.

The crow shadow puppet wanted to lower its head, but it was too late.

The Demon Mother Su Yao appeared at the finger where the shadow puppet crow was in an instant. She raised her finger and lifted the crow, making the shadow puppet's claws clasp her white and tender fingertips.

The monkey-like man and the stiff woman came quickly.

The monkey-like man stared at the crow and laughed, "Hey, that dog thing is still staring at us? Demon Mother."

Before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly.

Because he saw an indescribable charm on the Demon Mother's face.

So, he shut up, because he suddenly realized that the Nine-Child Demon Mother was very likely to know the bastard he was talking about.

Demon Mother Su Yao looked at the crow puppet and laughed, "I was wondering why this slippery feeling was so familiar. It turned out to be my husband. My husband, have you forgotten our vows? We agreed to be together, and we must be together forever!"

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something and said sternly, "Don't even think about running away. If you run away now, I'll attack you right away!"

Crow Song Yan then said: "Congratulations, Yao'er, you have finally been able to come in your true form. I am really happy for you."

The demon mother Su Yao laughed "gee, gee, gee", and the more she laughed, the redder her cheeks became. She stared at the crow's eyes affectionately, as if she saw Song Yan on the other side through the distant space.

"The happiest thing is that I was able to meet my husband so soon after my true form came into being. How do you say this in human language? What's the big deal?"

She fell into deep thought and turned to look at her two followers.

The stiff woman shook her head repeatedly.

The monkey-like man said, "If we are destined to meet, we will meet even if we are thousands of miles apart!"

Demon Mother Su Yao nodded and said, "That's right. My husband and I have been destined to meet each other from thousands of miles away, but after all, we are not from the same family, so we can't enter the same door."

Her eyes were full of tenderness, her red lips slightly parted, and she asked, "Husband, where are you?"

Crow Song Yan said: "I miss you, and the place where we first met. Hey. Do you still remember those good times in the mountains?"

A swift black shadow of shackles suddenly shot out from the fingertips of Demon Mother Su Yao. She smiled like a flower and said more gently, "Remember."

The black shadow grabbed the remaining thought in the crow's shadow.

The thought burst out instantly.

But as soon as the black shadow locked onto the thought, the second lock quickly followed the thought and grabbed towards the source of the thought!
Song Yan was in the cave, but he saw a terrifying shackle falling from the air and grabbing him.

A long-lost sense of shock arose from the bottom of my heart.

However, he reacted quickly, and pushed forward the King of Hell's furnace, the rosary, and his Ghost Mother shackles.

boom! !

Song Yan felt dizzy and staggered back a few steps. He suddenly fell down on the cold stone wall behind the dark tree, sweating profusely.

However, he was able to repel the Nine-Child Demon Mother's mid-air grab in time.

Song Yan gasped for breath, his pupils shrank slightly, and he murmured: "It actually succeeded in the sacrifice. If the Demon Monk is equal to the Divine Infant, then it is actually above the Divine Infant. What should I do?"

He gritted his teeth suddenly, his expression sinister as he bathed in the darkness.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a small, dark and cold root slowly crawling out from the soil, moving "bolapop" on the ground like a little finger, until it stopped beside his finger, and then stroked his palm obediently, as if it felt his frustration and was comforting him.

P.S. Thanks to my book friend “Bajie doesn’t like reading” for the reward!
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