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

Chapter 270 269. Good friend, I must see you! (4.5K words - please subscribe)
"Did you find anything?"

Ning Yunmiao came over with thoughts.

Song Yan glanced around and said, "Fully activate the concealment array that comes with the air boat. I'll go take a look around."

As soon as the words fell, the empty boat floating quietly in the air suddenly disappeared.

The two had already discussed many plans, so there was naturally a tacit understanding between them.

Song Yan said this because he had not found anything and needed to travel far to do a short exploration.

He is very suitable for this job, the "Great Freedom Realm" plus the "Ten Thousand Demonic Body" allow him to put on layer after layer of clothes on his body and mind like a nesting doll, plus "Words come true" makes it even more efficient.

As long as he doesn't arouse the vigilance of the powerful, he can easily integrate into an environment, but this is not possible for Ning Yunmiao.

A few days later.
Song Yan walked in this land shrouded in eternal night, this withered land, the fierce hurricane cut through the frozen soil and blew up sand and stones all over the sky.

Huge rocks and deep ravines are everywhere, hidden in the darkness.

If a mortal walked here, even if he did not freeze to death, was not blown to death by the wind, or was not crushed to death by stones in the wind, he would still fall down due to the rugged road and be stabbed to death by sharp rocks, or fall into a deep valley and die.

Song Yan's figure left a trail of afterimages.

Each step was nearly a hundred miles, so there was no risk of getting lost on the way back because he had left behind spiritual marks.

The shattering of the earth made it impossible for him to tell where this place had been.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Behind a rock covered by his spiritual consciousness, there was a sound of absorbing life energy. The sound was very small, and there was a hidden array shield set up around it, as if for fear of being discovered.

Song Yan's spiritual sense easily penetrated the formation without triggering the formation, and saw the scene inside.

It turned out to be a black-robed demon monk devouring the body of a monk.
Song Yan could vaguely feel that the monk was not completely dead. Although his body was rotten, his soul was still tightly attached to his divine consciousness and was still resisting the devouring power of the black-robed demon monk.

The black-robed demon monk had a hideous smile on his face, and a huge mouth made of black air appeared in front of him, in which was the monk who was still resisting.

This scene brought back Song Yan's distant memories.

He had once been in such a big mouth.

That time it was still the soul threshold of the king.

While expressing his emotion, he grabbed it casually.

The black-robed demon monk only felt a terrifying force approaching him, as if the hand of a god or Buddha reached down from the clouds and pressed down on a tiny ant. He immediately showed a flattering look on his face and wanted to beg for mercy.

But the next moment, it disappeared, and it became a layer of "skin" outside Song Yan's consciousness.

Song Yan ignored the monk who was still struggling and continued to move forward.

There was no causal relationship between him and the monk, and the monk did not have anything that he coveted or valued. He did not attack to save him, but just to revisit the old place and saw a little guy like the demon monk, so he wanted to catch him and play with him, while also further concealing his own aura, that's all.

But if the monk himself came back to life by chance and came back to him again, that would be a good fate.

But how many people in the world can possess such unknown and amazing wisdom as him?

Suddenly, he understood how Ning Daozhen felt when he saw him. Ning Daozhen had been wandering in the void for a long time and must have seen many deaths, but a righteous person like Ning Daozhen had never appeared. He only gave him a good fate when he met him. The reason was the small stone stuck to his body and soul, the relic of Gu Mohan. This was a good fate.

This point is also vividly reflected in Ning Yunmiao.

Although she is a righteous person, she is not a pushover.

but.
He suddenly felt a little strange, because Ning Daozhen, who shouted "help" loudly on the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss that day, looked like a completely good guy.
There were many demons along the way, but Song Yan had the aura of a demon monk and was able to hide easily.

When he saw the dark shadow of a woman holding nine shackles, he was like a child walking on the beach who found a beautiful shell that interested him. The child would naturally bend down to pick up the shell and put it in his pocket, and he would also
He used a "Realm of Great Freedom" to directly stick the Nine-Child Demon Mother to him, and then threw her onto the surface of his soul.

The Nine-Child Demon Mother passed away peacefully without even saying a word.
The great enemy of the past is now nothing more than a shell on the beach for him to collect.

Song Yan wanted to collect the complete set, so he started looking for the magic dragon.

The fire dragon almost burned him to death with one breath of evil fire after another.

Now, he wanted the Fire Dragon.

After all, they are all memories.

Da da da.
With the aura of the Nine-Child Demon Mother, he no longer needs to hide, but can walk directly on this apocalyptic land.

Suddenly, he stopped again because he noticed a mirror-like ice sea.

But this ice sea is not boundless. It is probably the huge body of water left behind after the tide receded after the great flood that submerged the land.

The waters are frozen.

But under the ice, there were corpses of the underworld frozen quietly one after another. The underworld corpses would only move when they saw life, but there were very few lives in the apocalypse, so these underworld corpses stopped moving and were temporarily frozen in the ice cave.

Song Yan squatted beside the ice cave, looking at the twisted and strange corpses of the underworld that seemed dead but actually contained power. In his mind, he recalled the first time he saw the underworld corpse in the black heart at the end of the soul threshold, and then the "ghost soldiers patrolling" on the ruins of the stars next to the void.

"They are all memories."

Song Yan raised his hand and sucked, and the ice cave broke open. Corpses from the underworld gathered together, condensed on his body surface, and compressed into dense flesh and blood.

The demon body of all forms, when released, stands tall and straight, and when retracted, is as compact as an ordinary person's. It is by no means inconvenient.

After collecting the corpses of the underworld, Song Yan noticed that there was actually a hidden entrance to the soul threshold below. The strings of secret realms stacked together like sesame flowers formed a unique tumor landscape when the world was invaded by the bitter sea demon.

Song Yan took out a Qi box from his arms, opened it, and then raised his hand to grab it.

The huge tumor quickly shrank and became a deformed coral-like rock.

He put the strange stone into the Qi box for collection.

After doing all this, he continued to move forward, trying to find out more information about the Five Elements Sky-Snatching Boat, or find a suitable opportunity to invade.

He has plenty of patience and time.

A few months later.
An underground place.

cave
The remaining array shield is depleting the mysterious energy in the mysterious stone here, blocking some rolling stones.

There were traces of people tidying up the empty space among the ruins, and bonfires were burning in the corners. Nearly a hundred people were sitting beside each bonfire, totaling more than twenty bonfires. There were no old people here, only young men with numb expressions, women with disheveled hair, and skinny children.

The food is limited. It is some kind of elixir left by the immortals. It can be mixed with water to fill the stomach, but there is not much left.

As people age, they will inevitably lose physical strength, which will lead to their death. Even if they are not dead, they will choose to leave here and go to the outside world to fend for themselves in order to provide more food for their descendants.

The remaining formation shield in the cultivator's cave not only blocked some common dangers outside, but also trapped various auras inside, so that there was a faint fishy smell of feces and urine in the air.

At this moment, someone was telling a story about how there was once sunshine on this land.

The child curiously asked what sunshine was.

The man began to describe it, but his descriptions were far from the real sunlight, because he had never seen it either.

In his impression, sunlight is the light given by God, a dreamy column of light that penetrates through the clouds and hangs down from the sky. It is the most beautiful thing in the world, and the earth illuminated by that light can even grow food.

A child asked why the seeds he planted had not sprouted yet.

The man could not answer.

So many children started shouting "Liar, liar".

The man smiled, touched his head and said, "I heard it from the previous generation. I don't know whether it is true or not."

After a while, someone started singing again, and everyone fell silent, then hummed along. But when a loud noise came from outside, they all stopped singing at the same time like frightened mice, and looked at the broken rocks and soil held up by the array shield above their heads in fear. They would not start singing again until the noise disappeared.

It's usually like this, I'm used to it.

But today is different.

Not only did the huge noise not disappear, but it brought subsequent vibrations. At first, the huge vibrations were like distant tides and muffled thunder in the sky, but soon they were like being grasped by an invisible giant hand and began to shake violently.

The bonfire flickered like a candle in the wind, casting the shadows of the people on the surrounding walls, like deep sea weeds twisting wildly.
The stone pillars in the ruined cave also began to shake, and people looked on in horror.

Suddenly, all the fires were extinguished.

Even the monks' dilapidated magic weapons became like cold scraps of copper and iron.

Darkness!
A man shouted in fear: "Here it comes, the devil is coming!!"

Another woman started crying and shouting incoherently.

Everyone followed suit and shouted.

All kinds of screams mixed together and intertwined into a march of despair.

After five years or ten years, there will always be a situation where darkness suddenly falls, the shield suddenly opens, and then everything becomes dark.
When calm is restored, there will always be two or three fewer people in the formation.

The remaining mortals didn't know what it was and simply called it the devil.

At this point, there was no doubt that the devil had come again.

The devil is here again!!
The mortals cried out in fear.

for a long time
And for a long time.
The trembling feeling disappeared.

The magic weapon that had been extinguished regained some light.

The strong man who was still brave enough grabbed the firewood and went to the light to make a fire.

Slowly, the bonfires began to burn again.

Everyone was either sweating profusely from fear or had collapsed to the ground. Then the strong man began to count heads to confirm who was missing.

He counted and found that no one was missing.

He counted several times again and asked everyone to confirm the people around them, but the result was the same, no one was missing.

at this time
Outside the cave.

Song Yan was grabbing a terrifying black shadow as if he was grabbing a chick.

This demonic shadow is the abbot of Bodhi, a kind of celestial demon. Song Yan had also been this kind of celestial demon before.

There are twisted bodhi trees growing in the dark body, and various demon monks live in the hollows.

Although Abbot Bodhi is just a little fellow at the level of incarnation of the spirit, he would not cause trouble for mortals.

With such curiosity, Song Yan began to observe, and then he discovered the tight hoop on Abbot Bodhi's head.

He knew this tight hoop.

When he was leaving this place before, he had had a long exchange with "Tianzun" on the air boat, and naturally learned from "Tianzun" about this method of controlling people.

But he didn't expect that he would meet her again.

Apparently, someone thought this method was good, so he specially refined some tight hoops to control the demons.

If one were to forcibly use the "Realm of Great Freedom" upon oneself, it would certainly alert the enemy and the person behind the scenes of Abbot Bodhi.

However, Song Yan already had an idea when he made his move.

At this moment, he looked at the abbot of Bodhi and said word by word: "I am... you."

The sense of cause and effect was accumulating, and the chill brought by the Wawen curse was spreading. He judged whether he could bear it, and continued: "The master has always wanted to meet a good friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wanxiang Demon's body was peeled off several layers, but it was completely within an acceptable range. It was obvious that the owner of this little guy named "Abbot Bodhi" was also a little guy.

brush!
A dark shadow suddenly raised its head above the huge dragon corpse, and with its dark eyes and unconcealed fiery gaze it looked towards the distant Xiuxuan land that was experiencing doomsday.

The black shadow glanced to his side, looking at the man who was shackled and locked in a pagoda.

The man had a gaunt face, slightly gray hair, and was barely alive.
In the tower, fire dragons would occasionally appear and entwine around him. These fire dragons were all celestial demons, or in other words, they were all at the level of fire demon dragons.
The Nine Dragons Sacred Fire and the devil dragon were dancing, and the man was tightly entangled, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

"Emperor Cunxin, why don't you tell me?"

The dark shadow asked coldly.

The man who had been tortured for who knows how long was none other than Di Cunxin.

Obviously, he thought that "he had joined the Five Spirits Demon Palace" was the opposite of the fact.

The Five Spirits Demon Palace played a trick on him.

But he already understood the reason.

The disciples of the Five Spirits Demon Palace are not human beings at all!
They won't accept humans either!
But it's too late.

If he had understood it earlier, he would know that it would be impossible for him to join the Five Spirits Demon Palace.

Things started to go wrong after he used the "Law of Dragon Burial" to resurrect in the bronze coffin parked on the Five Elements Sky-Snatching Boat here.

"Forget it, I have something else to do." The shadow said coldly, and then approached the pagoda. The giant face looked at the little man tied up inside and smiled, "However, I will keep you by my side and torture you every day and night until you tell me the location of the 'Water of the Underworld' Jalapalaya that you hid."

As he spoke, his smile suddenly stopped and he became angry again: "How dare you hide my things! You have prevented me from refining the Five Spirits for a thousand years! !
I have already used the Gold of the Underworld to make you believe that we have accepted you and agree that you can practice the Five Spirits Sutra. We also redeemed the Gold of the Underworld from the Star Raft Market and put it in your hands.

The wood of the underworld, the fire of the underworld, and even the soil of the underworld are all complete. Why do you stop at the last step, being cautious and refusing to take out the water of the underworld?

If you took it out, you wouldn't be tortured, right? Huh?!"

The emperor raised his head and said weakly, "I said that Jalapalaya is here."

His voice grew quieter.

He was trapped and couldn't get out. A dark figure entered the tower, stood in front of him and said, "Tell me, I'll make you happy once you're done."

The emperor looked at him intently and suddenly spat a mouthful of blood towards his face.

The black shadow casually turned its head and dodged, then looked at him teasingly, clenched its five fingers, and nine fire dragons entangled with him more crazily.

Emperor Cunxin's whole body was convulsing and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The shadow said calmly: "Next, I don't have time to care about you. I'm going to meet a good friend, a very good friend who I have always wanted to meet."

When he said the word "good friends", his face lit up with a pure sense of friendship and expectation.

Although Di Cunxin was in great pain, when he saw the expression on the black shadow's face, he suddenly laughed strangely, "Hehehe". He laughed like crying, and his body was covered in blood, but then he burst into laughter "Hahahaha" again.

The black shadow ignored him and left the Nine Dragons Collapse, put it away, then clapped his hands, took the three lantern-like five-element spirits and a ceramic doll-like female cultivator behind him, and then went to the fourth-level cultivation land in the distance.

"My good friend, I must, must, see you!"

PS: There are so many things to do that my typing has become slower. I will try to speed up later.

(End of this chapter)