Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 677
Xiao Ning drew out a sound barrier, and whispered to Feng Ting, "Maybe they are already asleep."

"Yeah." Feng Ting thought it was possible, but for such a strong man, it doesn't make any difference whether he sleeps or not.

Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting and asked, "Then do we still need to keep staring?"

"Go down to sleep, I'll watch over here." Feng Ting said calmly.

"Now that there are fewer people, it is actually very dangerous to keep staring at them." Xiao Ning reminded.

"I'm a martial artist, even if they find me, they shouldn't care too much." Feng Ting laughed.

"But what if they know you?" Xiao Ning asked back.

"If they really came to kill me, I can't dodge it if I want to. I can only accept my fate." Feng Ting smiled freely.

"Accept your fate! When did you accept your fate?" Xiao Ning said coldly.

Hearing this, Feng Ting also smiled slightly: "So I can't sit still, I want to understand them."

"We can't kill both of us at a high-level Wujiang, and we want to deal with a spiritual cultivator in the Wuyu realm. That's ridiculous." Xiao Ning's tone was filled with impatience.

"Why are you becoming so verbose now, go to sleep." Feng Ting didn't want to continue explaining, and he couldn't explain himself clearly.He did this because he felt that those two people were different from other Jun Tianzong people.

"I used to be a spy for you before, and this time you will do it too. I'm going to sleep!" After Xiao Ning finished speaking, she disappeared into the night with a flash.

Feng Ting smiled calmly, and continued to look at the lights in the inn.In his mind, the backs of those two people echoed from time to time.

Although the state of the old man is not as good as that of the middle-aged man, he feels that the middle-aged man obviously respects the old man very much.According to the superficial age, the elderly should also be elders.

But for spiritual practitioners, the appearance on the surface cannot represent the real age.Without careful perception, it is impossible to know who is older, the old man or the middle-aged man.

Unknowingly, the night gradually dissipated, revealing a warm and bright color on the horizon.Blackwood City is also gradually waking up. There are pedestrians and vehicles on the street, and the lights are gradually covered by the sun, gradually losing their brilliance.

Feng Ting remained motionless on the rooftop of the tall building, his eyes still fixed on the luxurious inn.Even if he saw nothing useful, he still stared at it quietly, as if his eyes were tied by the inn.

A thin black figure appeared beside Feng Ting, and a sound barrier surrounded the two of them.

"What did you see?" Xiao Ning asked.

"I didn't see anything." Feng Ting replied.

"I didn't see anything, but you can see it so hard, it's not easy for you." Xiao Ning's tone was ridiculed.

Feng Ting smiled and said nothing, not wanting to argue with Xiao Ning.

"Could it be that you plan to continue watching like this?" Xiao Ning asked.

"They will definitely go out today." Feng Ting said confidently.

"I don't think so." Xiao Ning questioned.

"Yes, they came from afar, definitely not to enjoy a luxurious hotel." Feng Ting said confidently.

"I hope so." Xiao Ning said casually.

While the two were talking, the old man in gray and the middle-aged man in white came out of the inn.A carriage stopped in front of the two of them, the driver opened the door, and the two got into the carriage.

The coachman raised his whip, and the carriage sped towards Ximen.

"It really came out." Xiao Ning said in a low voice.

Feng Ting didn't speak, he just looked at the carriage quietly.

Feeling that the carriage was about to disappear from their sight, Feng Ting fled into the street.

Xiao Ning immediately followed, following Feng Ting in pursuit of the carriage.

Half an hour later, the carriage left the west gate.

Feng Ting and Xiao Ning also quietly left the west gate, and rushed towards the wilderness with the carriage.

After another half an hour, the carriage entered the wilderness, and the carriage slowed down.

When the carriage entered a dense forest, the carriage stopped, and the old and middle-aged people in the carriage got out of the carriage.

The middle-aged man sat on a big rock with the old man. There were dense branches and leaves above their heads, and the sky could hardly be seen.

The coachman drove the carriage and stood in the distance.

The middle-aged man said calmly: "Master, is this the place where you met that senior?"

"Yes." The old man nodded and said with a smile, "I met her in this forest."

"Master, this disciple will definitely help you find that senior this time." The middle-aged man said firmly.

Hearing this, the old man smiled slightly and said, "I'm almost sure that we won't be able to find her."

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man immediately comforted him: "Master, I believe hard work pays off. As long as we are persistent enough, we will definitely be able to find our seniors."

"The point is, maybe she doesn't bother to be found by me at all. When she was not as good as me, it was difficult for me to keep up with her. After so many years, she must be much stronger than me now, and I am even more looking for her." Not her anymore."

The middle-aged man looked at the old man and asked tentatively, "Master, can this senior really be so powerful?"

"Yes, he may not be as good as the suzerain, but he is definitely not too far behind." The old man laughed.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his heart shook.If this is the case, then this senior is really terrifying.

The old man looked up at the sky covered by the dense tree canopy, and said quietly: "She is the most talented spiritual practitioner I have ever seen, she is also the smartest person I have ever seen, and she is also the most beautiful person."

When the middle-aged man heard Master describe a person as the most talented, the most intelligent, and the most beautiful, he deeply felt the importance of this person in Master's heart.

He said: "Although this senior is very extraordinary, Master, you are also the proud son of heaven."

Hearing this, the old man smiled slightly and said, "I'm just a sick old man, what kind of a proud son of heaven."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and said slightly angrily: "If it weren't for the surprise attack on Master, Master's achievements should not be worse than the suzerain."

The old man shook his head slightly: "Even if I am not seriously injured, my achievements are not as good as the suzerain. The suzerain is a natural leader, and he is a truly extraordinary person."

The middle-aged man looked at Master and felt very uncomfortable. He said, "Master, is it true that the suzerain and the ancestors can't heal your injury?"

"Mengyuan, don't question the suzerain and the ancestors." The old man said seriously: "If they can heal my injury, they will definitely not stand by. In the past 100 years, the ancestors spent a lot of money to save my life. How much energy, you don't know."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and said, "But I think the suzerain and the ancestors should be omnipotent."

"Mengyuan, although your cultivation is not comparable to that of the suzerain, you are also a real super strong, and you should understand how overbearing my injury is." The old man said solemnly.

"I know." The middle-aged man's expression was gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "It's all because of my incompetence. If I can find the inner alchemy of a ninth-level monster, I should be able to heal my master's injury."

"Mengyuan, you've tried your best. As a teacher, I don't want you to be eaten by monsters for me." The old man laughed.

The middle-aged man said solemnly: "Master, I want to go to the Manghuang Demon Realm again."

"Although you are powerful, you can't do anything to a level nine monster," said the old man.

"Master, with your permission, I would like to talk to the suzerain and invite a few elders to help me hunt down the ninth-level monsters." The middle-aged man said.

The old man looked at the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "Mengyuan, actually even if you really hunted the ninth-level monster and got the inner alchemy of the ninth-level monster, it shouldn't be able to heal my injury."

"At least it can relieve Master's pain and make Master feel more relaxed." The middle-aged man said.

The old man looked at the middle-aged man and said with a peaceful smile, "Meng Yuan, stop worrying about my affairs."

"But Master..."

"Don't mention my injury again." The old man ordered.

"Yes, master." The middle-aged man respected his master very much, and immediately shut up.

The old man looked into the distance and said, "Mengyuan, do you feel that someone is following us?"

"I feel it, a high-ranking Changhe, with a martial artist." The middle-aged man replied casually. In his heart, the spiritual cultivator of the Changhe realm was completely vulnerable, so he didn't care at all.

The old man smiled and said, "This martial artist seems to be different from other martial artists."

"It's stronger than other martial artists." The middle-aged man still didn't care.

"It's much stronger than other martial artists." The old man corrected.

"Master doesn't like it, I'll send them away." The middle-aged man got up.

"No need." The old man waved his hand and said, "Maybe he just happened to be on the same road as us."

"They followed us out of the city. When we stopped, they stopped too. They were following us." The middle-aged man said.

"That's okay." The old man smiled peacefully.

"They seem to be leaving." The middle-aged man said suddenly.

"I just said, they may not be following us." The old man laughed.

The middle-aged man firmly believed that the two were following them, but he didn't understand why the two left suddenly. Could it be that they felt discovered.This is unlikely!
"Let's go to the border of the Demon Realm." The old man stood up.

"Yes." The middle-aged man wanted to stretch out his hand to support Master, but when he thought of Master's order, he withdrew his hand again.

The two walked to the carriage, got into the carriage, and told the driver to continue westward.

The coachman said: "You two distinguished guests, if you continue westward, you will be close to the Demon Realm."

"Let's not go to Demon Realm, but to the border of Demon Realm." The old man said.

"My dear guest, the border of the Demon Realm is not a place where human beings should go." The coachman asked that.

"Then go as far west as you can go," said the old man.

"it is good."

The coachman agreed and continued westward with a whip.

The speed of the carriage is not fast, mainly because the driver does not want to go to the west, which is the direction of the Demon Realm, and it is a forbidden area for humans.

After walking for two hours, the coachman finally stopped the car and told the old man that he could not go any further west.

The old and middle-aged people got out of the car and looked up to the west.In fact, this place is still far away from the Demon Realm, but there is no decent road ahead.

(End of this chapter)