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Demon Realm

The Demon Palace is located on Qingling Peak, the highest peak in the Demon Realm. This peak is not only the first peak in the Demon Realm, but also the closest point to the sea of ​​clouds and mist. The green vines extending from the sea of ​​clouds and mist are covered with jagged Qingling peak.

If you think that this is an ordinary green vine, you are completely wrong, this green vine is a unique vampire vine deep in the sea of ​​mist and mist.

This blood-sucking vine feeds on flesh and blood, and it loves the blood of monks the most. The higher the level of cultivation, the faster they will grab food. Not only is it invulnerable, but it also has strong parasitic power.

It is rumored that the demon seed that makes countless people in the world of cultivating immortals tremble with fear is refined from the seeds of this vampire vine that the demon king took.

With the climbing of blood-sucking vine branches, Qingling Peak could not find any traces of vegetation and animals except for the intricate vines.

Day after day, year after year, after a hundred years of baptism, the entire mountain is almost surrounded by blood-sucking vines, except for the magic palace on the top that can never be climbed.

White jade is the steps, sapphire is the beams, glazed tiles are the tiles, and warm jade is the railings.

Inside the palace, the curtain of crystal beads pours meanderingly. Behind the hazy curtain of water, some people are playing piano, some are playing music, some are beating bells, some are honking whistles. All kinds of musical instruments are intertwined. It is misty like a flower, either virtual or real, looming and changing.

Sitting at the top of the empty hall was a man in black. His facial features were as deep and handsome as a knife, and his whole body was filled with awe-inspiring demonic aura. Contains the color of memory.

Not far from him, there was a demon attendant kneeling and respectfully pouring wine, and besides that, there was no beautiful woman beside him.

Suddenly, as if feeling something, the man's eyes flickered, he raised his palm lightly, and saw a streak of bloody water flying out from his wide cuff.

The dark red blood-like water patterns are rippling rapidly in mid-air, as if sensing some information from the outside world, it desperately wants to escape from the man's confinement and fly towards the outside of the palace, but it's a pity that no matter which angle it looks at, there will always be something in nothingness. An invisible wall appeared to block all his actions.

Seeing the abnormal fluctuation of the blood pattern for the first time since the Ziwen was cast in Qinglan's trip that day, a faint smile slowly appeared on the man's awe-inspiring face.

Like helplessness, but also like spoiling.

Huier, you are finally here.

……

Puchi-

A stream of blood sprayed out in a fan shape, and fell to the ground with the wild howl of the mountain gong pig. As if returning to the light, the mountain gong pig whose neck had been cut off in half was struggling and convulsing, the movement became smaller and smaller, and finally no breath...

Feeling the eyes of many tigers and pigs staring at the mountain gongs on the ground greedily, Wu Lingkong released the coercion belonging to the Jindan stage monks, and as expected, the beasts who felt the threat around him immediately swarmed and fled.

Wu Lingkong took out the boning dagger from his bosom and walked to the dying mountain gong, skillfully took a large piece of the most delicious tender belly meat from it.

Because Qing Hui wanted to retrieve the fairy grass as soon as possible, the two left the sect on the same day, followed the guidance of the residual map all the way, and finally arrived at the edge of the sea of ​​clouds and mist after nearly half a month of travel and dust.

The Sea of ​​Clouds and Mists is one of the top ten forbidden places in the entire world of cultivating immortals. The name is just like its name. This place has been shrouded in fog for many years, and it is adjacent to the Demon Realm. How many powerful monks were buried in it.

The strange thing is that this poisonous mist is only aimed at the monks, but has no effect on the animals and plants, so the animals and plants grow very well. Because of the natural barrier of the poisonous mist, this place has become a paradise for monsters and vegetation. All kinds of dangerous animals and plants are rampant.

The destination pointed by the remnant picture is in the sea of ​​clouds and mist. Although it is only on the edge, the two of them dare not be careless. They plan to take a good rest and take action when the sun is the strongest and the poisonous fog is the thinnest at noon tomorrow.

Under the glow of the sunset, the summer forest looks even more secluded. Under the tall locust tree, Qing Hui sits cross-legged in meditation. Not far away, Wu Lingkong is playing with the freshly hunted game and preparing to eat.

I saw him skillfully skewering the delicious tender meat on the shaved and smooth branches. After finishing, flames sprang up from the tip of his right finger, igniting the piled withered grass and branches, and flames burst into flames after a while.

Skillfully put the skewers of tender meat on the simple fire, turning them over from time to time, so that they can be heated evenly. With the sound of roasting meat, the rich meat fragrance wafts away and permeates the setting sun under the mountain forest.

Seeing that the meat was ready to heat, Wu Lingkong took out the seasonings he carried with him from his bosom, lit the fire, Wu Lingkong sprinkled the seasonings, and suddenly a mouth-watering rich aroma spread from the top immediately.

"What are you spreading?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Wu Lingkong turned his head sideways, and found that it was Qing Hui who was asking the question. Qing Hui didn't know when he stopped meditating, and sat beside the campfire unknowingly, looking curiously at the seasoning in his hand with his beautiful eyes.

"I call it Xiangzi. It is the seed of a wild flower that can be seen everywhere in the secular world. This flower is called Chaoxi, and its life span is only a short day. Yu re-flowers, reincarnation."

"Fragrant seeds are obtained by crushing the seeds of this flower."

"Morning and evening flowers?" Qing Hui was obviously quite surprised by the answer, and then murmured: "There are such strange flowers in the secular world, which is unheard of."

Wu Lingkong said: "The petals of this flower are very small, but every time they bloom in large pieces, the clusters of pink are extremely beautiful."

Qing Hui blinked curiously and said, "Can it be more beautiful than the secret realm?"

Wu Lingkong recalled the scene in his memory of blooming day and night, and the pink waves were blown by the breeze, and nodded seriously: "Well, it is more beautiful than the secret realm."

The secret is as beautiful as it is beautiful, but it still lacks that casualness.

Qing Hui was surprised and was about to say something when he smelled a burnt smell sensitively on the tip of his nose. Wu Ling Kong beside him obviously smelled it too, and immediately turned to the side and lowered his head in shock.

When the two of them were talking, the barbecue that had not been turned over was charred and black, and some were even burned by the fire. Wu Lingkong immediately turned over, but unexpectedly, the fire of the barbecue burned the branches of the skewers. Under Wu Lingkong's unbelievable gaze, the meat skewers fell into the fire with a 'snap'.

puff-

The sudden chuckle in Wu Lingkong's ear interrupted the pity in Wu Lingkong's heart, he tilted his head slightly and bumped into Qing Hui's smiling shallow eyes beside him.

The young man's exquisite face is half-closed in the sunlight and half in the firelight, just like the temptation to give Ruyu's skin a light halo.

Changing from the alienation and indifference of the past, his clear shallow eyes are half-curved, like the bright moon in the summer night sky, and the curved hook seems to have caught the most secret taboo that has lived in Wu Lingkong's heart for a long time but has never been understood.

Qing Hui, Qing Hui...

Qing Hui, my Qing Hui, mine.

The moment these words were murmured in my heart, a throbbing that I had never felt before rushed straight into Wu Lingkong's heart.

Joyful, secretive, greedy, and dissatisfied, just for this white silhouette beside him smiling like an illusion.

The author has something to say:

The young master’s idea is: Knowing that I like to eat barbecue, he deliberately grilled meat in front of me, heh, if this is the case, then don’t even want to eat →_→

Seeing that many people are wondering about the black hand behind the scenes, the author wants to say that the black hand is not a unicorn, but a 'kirin'. Details will be explained later ⊙▽⊙