Please Kill the Demon

Dark space.

Chu Liang and Yang Yuhu were in the same room, feeling that the air was about to freeze.

Hearing that Yang Yuhu suddenly broke the silence, Chu Liang didn't pursue it any further, and said with a light smile, It's okay.

Those who have seen the emperor's female phoenix have a bad impression of Shushan's disciples, which is not a fault worth blaming.

Thank you just now for your rescue, otherwise I might be in some trouble. Yang Yuhu said again.

As the core disciple of Shangzong of Penglai, he would not be instantly killed by that fire dragon, but it would be troublesome for him to take out some life-saving cards.

Thanks to Chu Liang for saving him.

Chu Liang smiled again: Everyone is fighting demons and defending the Tao, as it should be.

After staying for a while, the two recovered their auras, and both stood up to observe the black iron bowl.

Yang Yuhu drew his sword forward, the sword was shining brightly, and with a clang, there was not even a trace of the iron wall.

So hard. He frowned.

Chu Liang also stabbed the ground with his sword, trying to see if he could get out of the ground, but it didn't work either.

With a clang clang, the Wuchen Sword made a scratch on the ground.

The suppression of this black iron bowl should be the formation pattern engraved here, naturally there will be no such loopholes, and even the underground area should be covered by the formation pattern, which is extremely strong.

It seems that we can only wait for someone to rescue us. Yang Yuhu said, The city supervisor and others should arrive soon.

Didn't you realize that this place is airtight? Chu Liang asked.

Yang Yuhu was also taken aback, realizing the problem.

As long as practitioners have not reached the seventh level, they will not have the ability to form a world of their own, and they all need to breathe. Even if one can hold one's breath with some tortoise-breathing supernatural powers, the prerequisite for holding one's breath is to store enough qi in one breath.

Usually, they need no less air than ordinary people, and even several times more, because the breath of practitioners is longer and more powerful, and the amount of air in one breath is larger.

If the golden core was running at full strength, Chu Liang would be able to swallow all the air in this room in one gulp!

How long can such a small space last for the two of them to breathe?

an hour? Even half an hour...

What's more, the strongest combat power in Yanbo City is only the fifth level, and it is not certain that it can open this bowl. Suddenly, the two encountered a life-and-death crisis?

Yang Yuhu just thought of it, but Chu Liang had noticed this problem a long time ago, but he still looked calm.

What can you do? Yang Yuhu couldn't help asking.

I haven't thought of it yet, Chu Liang said.

Then why are you so calm...

Yang Yuhu pondered for a while, then suddenly said: I thought of a way.

Oh? Chu Liang looked at him.

I can return to Penglai with the fairy method of traveling around the world, and find the elders of the master to save us. Yang Yuhu said.

That's very good. Chu Liang nodded.

But Yang Yuhu hesitated a little, because when he traveled around the world, his physical body was placed here completely defenseless.

Although Chu Liang had no reason to do anything to him, but...what if? After all, they just met by chance, can I really trust each other so much?

But these thoughts only lasted for a moment, and he left them behind.

Right now this is the only way out, if you don't do this, why are you waiting here together?

Yang Yuhu decided to trust this Shushan School disciple once more.

He sat cross-legged, with his hands in the sword, a phantom instantly left his body and returned to the Shangzong of Penglai, East China Sea.

...

Chu Liang looked at Yang Yuhu who was flying beyond the sky, and couldn't help feeling a little bit, it's so good to know the magic of immortality.

If you know how to shrink the ground into an inch, you can also flash it out directly, and you don't have to suffer here. There is also the person who rescued the demon cultivator before, who escaped his fatal blow only by relying on Li Daitao's stiff immortal technique.

After I go back, I have to study harder.

The Shushan School has a profound heritage, and the number of immortal spells stored in the mountain gate is at the forefront in the world of immortal cultivation, and I have enough spare energy, so it makes no sense not to study more.

He raised his hand to touch the iron wall here again. The black iron has no other characteristics except for its solidity, so he only refined a pattern of suppression in it.

But I have to say it worked pretty well.

Huh?

After touching it twice, he suddenly remembered something.

In his white tower space, the baby maggot with a hard head is still hibernating. If it makes a move, can it penetrate the iron wall?

Thinking of this, Chu Liang raised his hand and summoned the baby maggot.

Chirp.

The baby maggot stretched out in Chu Liang's palm, shook its milky white head, and seemed to be a little fuzzy in sleep.

After watching it for a long time, Chu Liang felt that this little thing was a little cute.

The maggot baby drilled the sky and the earth, but when it was in Chu Liang's palm, it was very honest and would not bite him... I don't know if he really regarded him as a male mother.

Chu Liang gently placed it on the solid iron wall of the huge bowl, and said softly: Dinner is ready.

Choo Choo Choo.

The baby maggot groaned a few times on the spot, and immediately began to face down, his body undulating.

In the blink of an eye, half of its body penetrated into the iron wall, which looked as simple as drilling tofu.

really!

The baby maggot did not disappoint Chu Liang.

And it also seemed to be very excited, its tiny body gushing and rushing into it impatiently, while the golden threads came out in a string.

In the process of eating one row at a time, its body is also growing slowly, and it will only increase in size when eating spiritual materials.

If it was Chu Liang's own, he would really be reluctant to give the baby maggot the spiritual material to eat like this, that's why he was allowed to hibernate for so long. This time, I can feed my spiritual pet and get out of trouble, it's killing two birds with one stone.

Maggot baby, come on!

...

To the east of Yanbo City, beyond Black Whale Mountain is the vast ocean.

In the depths of the East China Sea are the three islands of Penglai, which are known as the most blessed place in the world amidst misty clouds.

It is all due to the abundance of aura in the three islands of Penglai. Countless treasures of heaven and earth have grown in such a huge area, which is enough to support a large number of practitioners.

As early as in ancient times, the aborigines of the East China Sea Islands discovered this place, and people settled here one after another. These aborigines also have their own practitioners, which are of various types but not systematic.

During the time of the demons and gods, a group of practitioners from Kyushu went east to take refuge, and they also discovered the magical three islands of Penglai and the indigenous practitioners here.

The indigenous practitioners enthusiastically accepted them, hoping to learn powerful supernatural powers from these Kyushu practitioners. These Kyushu practitioners can exchange for priceless treasures of heaven and earth with some small magical powers or magic weapons.

They also fell in love with this land and stayed here to live and merge with the aboriginal practitioners.

However, although the number of practitioners from Kyushu is small, they are powerful and ambitious. In the name of conveniently imparting supernatural powers, they gathered everyone and established a large sect called Penglai.

Penglai is divided into the upper sect and the lower sect. The upper sect holds great power and lives high on the mirage mountain, occupying the most priority right to enjoy resources. The lower sect is distributed in the Three Islands area under the Mirage Mountain, and is assigned by the upper sect.

The upper sect of Penglai was basically occupied by practitioners from Kyushu, while the large number of indigenous practitioners were almost all in the lower sect, losing their dominance over the three islands of Penglai.

During this period, some members of the Xiazong realized that something was wrong, and wanted to unite with the aboriginal practitioners to expel these outsiders and restore their lives in a paradise. However, the Shangzong people were powerful, and they cleaned up a group of rebels with heavy hands. Since then, the pattern of the upper and lower Penglai sects has been completely established.

For thousands of years, people in the world only know about Penglai Shangzong.

And many inheritors of the Penglai Lower Sect are also working hard to practice, just to stand out one day and win a place to enter the Upper Sect.

Mirage Mountain stands high above the clouds and mist, as if real or illusory. On the extremely majestic and vast mountain peaks, there are countless Qionglou Yuyu, which really seems to be a fairyland on earth.

Yang Yuhu's virtual god appeared directly in front of a large hall, and shouted: Master, save me!

Huh? A yellow-bearded Taoist in the hall opened his eyes.

Since he was young, his beard and hair were all golden yellow, which is different from ordinary people, so he called himself Huanglong Taoist, and he is also a senior elder of Penglai Shangzong.

Seeing Yang Yuhu rushing forward in the form of an imaginary god, Taoist Huanglong suddenly got up and asked with concern: What's wrong?

The disciple was chasing the cultivator of the Demon Sect in Yanbo City, and suddenly a master came out and restrained the disciple under the magic weapon, and he was about to suffocate to death! Yang Yuhu said urgently.

Taoist Huanglong's face froze when he heard the words, and he waved his sleeves immediately: Smoke City?

He turned his hand over Yang Yuhu's false god, held it in his hand, and flew into the air! The body immediately turned into a golden glow!

Immortal method, golden light on the ground!

Among all the supernatural powers known in the world, Zongdi Jinguang is the undisputed number one purely in terms of flying speed!

Shrink the ground into an inch can teleport for a short distance, but it cannot be used continuously for a long distance. Some teleportation-type supernatural powers can directly span large mountains and seas, but they must be guided.

call out--

With a flash of golden light, it had passed through the vast ocean and arrived outside Yanbo City. Huanglong Taoist showed his figure, and under Yang Yuhu's guidance, he moved a little, and found the position outside the city.

His consciousness rolled by, and he doubted: How can there be such a black iron bowl?

It's right there! Yang Yuhu's imaginary spirit pointed in one direction, but then he also said, Huh?

Taoist Huanglong brought him to the ground, and he saw Yang Yuhu's body sitting upright in the wilderness of this place, with a clear-eyed young man in brocade clothes guarding him in front of him.

Yang Yuhu's virtual god returned to his place far away, and opened his eyes.

Chu Liang immediately smiled and said, Brother Yang, you're awake.

Seeing Taoist Huanglong landed on the ground, he stood up to meet him again and gave a light salute.

Yang Yuhu asked with doubts in his eyes: What about the black iron bowl?

Chu Liang raised his head: Huh?

Good morning.