The Demon King is back, leading adorable kids on an adventure around the world!

In the southeast, two sword lights appeared almost simultaneously.

One stripe was blue, the other white.

Within the cyan sword light was a young man, dressed in a cyan Taoist robe, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and a handsome face.

He stood on a blue flying sword with the words "Yingzhou" engraved on its blade.

It was Lin Qingxuan, a core disciple of Yingzhou, who was in the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

"I didn't expect that this time it wouldn't be an ordinary secret realm, but a celestial abode! Looks like another massacre is about to begin, hahaha..."

Within that white sword light was a young woman, dressed in a white Taoist robe, with long, flowing hair and an exquisitely beautiful face.

She stood on a white flying sword with the words "Abbot" engraved on its blade.

The woman is Bai Ruoxi, a core disciple of the abbot, with a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation level.

She also saw Lin Qingxuan, and her heart sank slightly.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing apprehension in each other's eyes.

"Brother Lin, it's been a long time!"

Bai Ruoxi spoke first, her voice clear and crisp, like pearls falling onto a plate.

"Junior Sister Bai, how have you been?"

Lin Qingxuan smiled slightly, but a hint of ruthlessness was hidden in his smile.

"Now that the Celestial Abode has appeared, let's see who has the best skills!"

Bai Ruoxi parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and melodious like a lark's.

"However, I heard that people from Penglai have also come."

"Han Zifeng? He's at the late Nascent Soul stage; he's a formidable opponent."

A hint of seriousness and gloom flashed in Lin Qingxuan's eyes.

"He is a whole level above both you and me."

"So what?"

Bai Ruoxi smiled faintly, unconcerned.

"Entering the Immortal Abode depends not only on cultivation level, but also on opportunity."

The two stopped talking, transformed into two streaks of sword light, and flew towards the immortal abode.

……

Around the immortal abode, figures rushed in from all directions.

A white-haired old man was carried by a blue cloud as he rode the cloud.

His aura was as deep and unfathomable as the ocean.

His aged face was covered with wrinkles, making him look menacing.

From the west, a golden light enveloped a bare-chested giant, rushing towards them like a shooting star.

His aura was wild, his muscles were bulging, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit; he was the very image of a warmonger.

In the distance on the other side, a streak of light pierced the void, carrying a gaunt old man who drifted in like a ghost.

His eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty light, and his scarlet tongue licked his large lips.

On the other side, a cloud of black mist rushed in from afar, carrying a humanoid creature that flapped its black wings and descended like a demon.

Meanwhile, powerful figures from abroad—a giant bat, a jet-black wolf, a pope enveloped in holy light, and an old sword saint who shattered the void—arrived almost simultaneously.

The aura emanating from each person was as deep and vast as the sea, so powerful that it was suffocating.

Dozens of figures stood suspended in mid-air around the immortal abode.

Each of them is an ancient monster who has lived for thousands of years, with unfathomable cultivation.

They are at least as powerful as terrestrial immortals.

They sized each other up, their eyes filled with apprehension and wariness.

"Hehe, quite a few people have come."

The old man on the cloud spoke, his voice hoarse.

"The more people, the better."

The shirtless man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"The more people there are, the more exciting it is to kill."

"Hehehe..."

The gaunt old man cackled eerily, his laughter carrying an indescribable sinister chill.

"I am only interested in treasures, not fighting."

The humanoid creature in the black mist didn't speak, but just coldly stared at everyone.

The vampire patriarch transformed into human form, stood in the air, and his red eyes swept over the crowd.

"As expected, quite a few cultivators from the East have arrived."

Fenrir, the wolf king, also transformed into human form, a burly, black-haired man with golden light flashing in his eyes.

The Pope held his scepter, bathed in holy light, his face compassionate.

Yagyu Jubei gripped two long swords, his eyes flashing like lightning, his aura like a drawn sword.

For a moment, demons danced wildly in the sky, their auras mingling, and the air itself seemed to freeze.

Just then, a loud dragon roar came from afar, and everyone turned their heads at the same time.

In the distance, on the horizon, a five-clawed golden dragon was flying towards them.

The golden dragon's body was hundreds of feet long, its scales shimmering.

On the dragon's back sat a young man in black robes, holding a little girl of four or five years old in his arms.

Beside the dragon, a white crane spreads its wings and flies, with a woman in white sitting on its back.

Behind the crane, a golden sword light followed closely, with a woman in green standing on the sword.

"It's that Luo Tian!"

"Luo Tian killed the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets!"

"Why is he here? And with a child?!"

The expressions on everyone's faces varied, some showing fear, some curiosity, and some greed.

Han Zifeng looked at the golden dragon, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"The Golden Dragon...this is the dragon Master wanted! I'm determined to have this dragon!"

He gripped the long sword at his waist, and the sound of the sword echoed around him.

Lin Qingxuan and Bai Ruoxi also looked at Luo Tian, ​​their eyes full of scrutiny.

"This person is Luo Tian? He doesn't look like much at all!"

Lin Qingxuan spoke calmly, a hint of disdain in his voice.

"Never underestimate your opponent, or you'll be the one who dies."

Bai Ruoxi shook her head, looking disappointed.

"Being able to kill Tianji means he must be at least at the Nascent Soul stage."

"So what if they're at the Nascent Soul stage? It's not like we haven't killed them before."

Lin Qingxuan let out a cold laugh, his expression becoming even more disdainful.

"Are we, the three core disciples, afraid of some secular bumpkin? If word gets out, won't we be laughed at?"

Bai Ruoxi didn't speak, but looked at Luo Tian who was getting closer and closer, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Luo Tian stood proudly on the dragon's back, looking down and taking in all the people and scenery below.

Dozens of figures hovered around the immortal mansion.

Each figure exuded a powerful aura.

"There are quite a few people here. Looks like we'll have a lot to do once we get inside."

He muttered to himself, a smile playing on his lips.

Little Niannian looked around, her big eyes curiously observing the people.

"Daddy, are all those people here to steal the baby?"

"That's right, they might also be looking to snag a bargain."

"Can Niannian punch them with her little fists?"

Luo Tian laughed, making no attempt to hide it:

"Wait until they make the first move, then beat them, beat them to death, don't give Dad any face."

"Okay! Hehe..."

Little Niannian scanned everyone with her big eyes, her little face full of seriousness, and there was a hint of excitement in it.

Little Golden Dragon's eyes swept over the crowd, and he sneered.

"A bunch of ants, how dare they covet a celestial abode?"

Ye Qianxue, perched on a crane, held an ice-blue longsword that exuded a chilling aura.

Li Mengmeng gripped the spirit sword tightly, her gaze resolute.

Four figures, along with a dragon and a crane, hovered in front of the immortal abode.

The celestial bell rang again, and flocks of cranes flew by.

The gates of the ancient palace slowly opened.

A beam of golden light shot out from the door, illuminating the entire sky.

A bloodbath, a path paved with bones, a treasure hunt in a secret realm—the start button has been pressed at this moment…

Who is the hunter? And who is the prey?

The Great Dao seeks immortality; a single sword cleaves the path to heaven!