A heavy purgatory, Xiang Huangcheng.
There are six streets and three cities in this city, and there are thousands of households. It’s just that people are not alone, but all kinds of strange creatures live together.
People are tiger-headed, leopard-headed, horse-headed, and beautiful women with a fluffy tail … and so on.
They all experienced a death, but their bodies were well preserved and revived by magic gas. They have human beings and Uber, but after being rendered by magic gas, most of them have good cultivation.
Human swordsmen, swordsmen, and swordsmen, as well as the pearls, bones, and transfiguration of the demon race, are a dime a dozen here.
However, after the growth of catalyst injection, they will leave many sequelae-reduced potential, incomplete shape and so on.
But it’s alive after all, isn’t it?
Just, this resurrection, no previous life any emotions, new body and previous life xìng, completely different, not the same existence.
At this moment, the famous Xiang Devil is not like the kings in other cities, killing leftovers and drinking blood for pleasure, but preaching on the nine-story Zhuling Dan platform in the middle of the city.
Here, the fragrance fills the air, and various Se treasures emerge. The steps are not paved with bluestone or even Baoyu, but with a heavy mist and rosy clouds. Above the nine-story treasure building, it exudes a dense fairy spirit, which is not like the magic domain, but like a Penglai fairyland.
As the saying goes: Qiong Xiang fills the air and Rui Ai is colorful. Yaotai is paved with colorful knots, and Baoge is scattered.
There is no threshold for this sermon pavilion. As long as it is cultivated into magic power and can step onto the nine-fold pavilion, it is a ticket.
Hundreds of magical things that have opened their minds are listening carefully to the sermon of the demon king above.
A demon king preached, although he didn’t say that the earth poured with golden lotus, it was also the sound of the Tao curled up, and every word pointed to the source of cultivation. In a word, he could often resolve many knots that plagued the demons for years.
Accompanied by the story of Xiang Devil, the joy in the hearts of the demons, or dancing on the spot, or scratching their heads, or meditating, all appeared one by one, and were captured by Xiang Devil.
As a goblin, the appearance of a demon king is no different from that of normal human beings. His whole body is full of qi and blood, his face is rosy, his whole body is full of dust, and there is no ShaQi that the devil should have.
No one dares to come here to be presumptuous, whether it’s a little demon in the realm of transformation or a demon in the realm of quenching gas.
"None of this wave is qualified enough to cultivate demons or even monasticism. Most of them can barely do it, but it is too difficult to find a fellow practitioner of Buddhism, Taoism and demons who can still enter the training environment!"
There was an imperceptible disappointment in his eyes, but Xiang Devil’s face was a pair of eternal indifference. With a wave of his hand, he said, "That’s it for now, wait for you to leave, and don’t say that you are my disciple."
The demons obeyed and dispersed with the answer.
Shook his head, a demon king ready to sit down, continue to struggle with the dark wounds that have plagued him for hundreds of years.
Suddenly, there was a trace of indifference on his face, and he turned around and shouted, "What a sneaky person!"
"It’s worthy of being a demon king. My strength has fallen to the six realms of quenching gas, and I can still be found."
A woman appeared at the same time with the sound.
She is dressed in a jade green smoke light shirt, a floral water mist pleated skirt, and a green water gauze. If the shoulders are cut, if the waist is about plain, if the muscles are coagulated, if the gas is faint. Everything he says and does is extremely elegant, and he is obviously a person who has received special etiquette education.
I saw that her lips and teeth were slightly parted, and there was a mocking smile on her mouth: "However, I think the title of Ding Tian Devil is more suitable for you. Isn’t that right? The spirit of Ding Tian’s alms bowl, Ding Naive Man, Ding Tian Zen Master and Xiang Devil? "
Dingtian alms bowl is a signboard utensil hidden by the living Buddha thousands of years ago. It is a magic weapon of Taoist level. Although it has been repeatedly tossed and turned, it has been broken, and many wonderful uses have been lost, but it still cannot weaken its reputation by half. On the contrary, with the passage of time, it has become more and more fascinating.
Women’s words, if spread out, will immediately lead to Xuan Ran big, countless fairy list and even the famous figures on the fairy list, all want to flock to this underground world and turn a heavy purgatory upside down. At that time, it may even usher in the existence of the underground magic emperor, the leader of Sendao and the magic emperor.
This is not speculation, but fact. The spirit of Ding Tian’s alms bowl was renamed as a real person and a Zen master. It was discovered twice, which triggered a very wide-ranging war between immortals and demons, causing numerous casualties, bleeding and drifting, and shuffling forces many times. After that, ten immortals and ten demons were re-ranked.
Some Daimon Masaru factions going to Ri gradually declined, and some new sects flourished. The former, such as Soul-Leaving Sect and Wan Gui Island, and the latter, such as Star Island and Qin Tianzong.
Hearing this, the indifference on Xiang Devil’s face finally dissipated, and instead, it was a dignified Se: "Who are you?"
"Du Tianyan."
The woman doesn’t seem to be anxious that the other party will escape from her palm and report her identity easily.
"Name is du? Do you have anything to do with Du Sibing? Is rude cliff … "A demon king know perfectly well past ask, poking each other’s heartstrings with words.
Du Sibing is the son of Jueqing Cliff Palm Sect. In order to order something the size of sesame seeds, he was beheaded by a daring little madman in the yellow world and lost his mind. This woman, also surnamed Du, has the shadow of a rude cliff in her practice, and ten times she is related to Du Sibing.