Heaven is fearless

Although the seal is broken, the sky of the Demon Realm will never be illuminated by the stars and the moon. In the scorched soil, insects and ants are rustling and rolling, and their sharp mouthparts are biting each other's belly and tail, tearing the covering fiercely. The body of the carapace draws the smelly and bitter body fluids from it to resist the pervasive corrosive magic energy.

A hand struggled out from the sand dunes full of wind holes, the skinned and bloody fingers were sticky with a layer of gray-black gravel, it hastily pulled away the heavy sand around it, and grabbed the long The dead dry grass stems and leaves dragged his heavy body out of the sand dunes.

A dirty face protruded from the crumpled clothes, and handsome eyebrows could be vaguely seen.

He still looks like a young man, unlike those powerful people who stay in youth because of their advanced cultivation, those eyes still have the bright and clear flame of a young man.

In the bloody hunting ground of Demon Realm, it is rare to see such a young man who is as innocent as a lamb.

Without the protection of the elders, this kind of cub is just a dry food bag filled with abundant strength in the eyes of monsters.

He can survive until now, not because of his strength, but because the nearby monsters noticed that he came out of the magic palace watered with white bones and blood.

They were afraid of the king who ruled that palace, and they didn't even dare to touch the people related to that palace.

Tu Ying, who had worked so hard to escape from the Demon Palace, rubbed her dry and cracked cheeks. Although the Demon Realm was pressed on the bottom of the sea, they were two completely independent spaces. After thousands of years, Moyu has almost become a dry and dry graveyard, and the climate is so harsh that it makes people tremble.

Tu Ying knew nothing about the Demon Realm. When he woke up, he was in a magnificent Demon Palace, protected by the Demon Lord's demon energy. Of course, there would not be such a harsh environment. Even from the visual point of view, The bone wilderness of Demon Realm and the deep blue sky complement each other, and there is also a certain barbaric beauty of desolation and magnificence.

After the Demon Lord brought the young master back, he returned to his bedroom. For thousands of years, the Demon Lord often locked himself in his bedroom for a long time. The maids are used to this and will not talk about the Demon Lord without authorization. related matter, so Tu Ying had no idea what happened afterwards.

He carefully broke off a few grass leaves with light green roots, aligned them into a bunch, stuffed them all into his mouth and sucked vigorously, getting a little bit of poor moisture from them.

He has been here for the past two days.

The maids in the demon palace were very respectful to him. He didn't know what the demon master said to them, but they kept calling him "young master"...

Little Lord? !

Tu Ying's face darkened, and his hand holding the bunch of grass stems trembled a little due to the force.

He doesn't care why Mozun defines his identity like this, and he doesn't care about it at all. In Mozun's eyes, he is probably a ridiculous ant who hangs the identity of the young master of the Demon Realm in front of him for a little fun—

What does the man want to see?

His unrecognizable face in pursuit of power?Greedy desire or cowardly bones crawling at the feet of the demons longing for power?

Whatever it is, dream it.

Tuying moved his teeth, bit by bit the grass leaves in his mouth were crushed, even the most harmless plants belonged to the Demon Realm, and the crushed crumbs also had the ferocious sharpness unique to the Demon Realm species, slashing out of his mouth. A series of fine wounds.

Tu Ying swallowed the crumbs bit by bit indifferently, licked the wound on the inner wall of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and swallowed the salty blood carefully.

The night of the Demon Realm is coming, and a sandstorm filled with turbid and mixed demonic energy will soon sweep the world. He must find a cave that can accommodate him before the sandstorm. When he escaped from the Demon Palace yesterday morning, he knew nothing about the outside world. It was only when the sandstorm was about to take shape that he realized the imminent crisis, so he could only grit his teeth and gamble for his life, and hid in a sand dune—either the sandstorm emptied the sand dune and fell to his death, or he was suffocated to death by the sand dune, or if he had With a bit of luck, you can climb out of the dunes before the sandstorm ends and save your life.

Facts have proved that Tuying's luck is really good.

The strong wind that was like a knife flattened most of the sand dunes, and left Tu Ying's hiding place two feet away, allowing him to crawl out in disgrace to celebrate that he had lived another day in the Demon Realm.

Two demonic scorpions with their stingers held aloft crawled over from the sand dune, and Tu Ying avoided it, trying to gather the spiritual power belonging to a cultivator.

——It's a pity that practitioners in the Qi refining period really lack of learning in this area. To be precise, the entire cultivation world does not have the concept of "converging spiritual power", because they don't need to do it at all.

But this is in the Demon Realm.

The two magic scorpions stopped suddenly, their bright eyes rolled twice, and met Tu Ying.

Before they could swing their pincers, Tu Ying jumped up first, and drew out the short dagger at his waist. He was hesitating, with a faint light blue aura, and cut off the heads of the two demon scorpions with a volley, splashing black and brown on the ground. A puddle of viscous blood burned to the point that the gravel sizzled.

Tuying quickly broke open the carapace of the demon scorpion with a short dagger, grabbed the yellowish flesh inside with his hands, tore them off the hard shell together with the meridian film, and sent them directly to his mouth, while stumbling Get up and prepare to leave from here.

In the Demon Realm shrouded in heavy demon energy, a single star of spiritual light can be as bright as the sun hanging from the sky. If the series of movements he just made were placed outside, even the cultivators would not be aware of them, but if they were placed in the Demon Realm, Even uninitiated monsters can catch this aura, and then...

—like a flood of silt, came out to hunt him.

Cultivators with spiritual power are the favorite sweet delicacies of monsters, not to mention those methods of humiliating people that high-level demons like, just the bones swallowed by low-level monsters, Tuying has seen it all the way Dozens of tools.

They were eroded and crushed by the wind and sand in the Demon Realm, and the bones buried in the black soil left only the hardest skulls and teeth. They stared at the deep blue sky with their empty eye sockets in the eternal night.

Tuying bit the tough scorpion meat with his teeth, swallowing the blood with a strong smell and the hard-to-bite fascia, his disheveled hair covered his face with sand, and he was bitten into his mouth.

"Bahhhh-"

The taste of the hair stuffed in his mouth was very strange, and it made him feel like vomiting. The stubble pierced the wound that was scratched out by the previous grass dregs, and blood overflowed again. Tuying tried to spit out the hair while running, and his throat The bitter taste of the scorpion's flesh and blood still lingered in it.

He was held in the palm of the Tu family from birth, and he was clothed in fine clothes and fine food, and he went in and out in groups of servants and maidservants. During the meal, the maidservants served sweet fruit wine and fragrant spiritual fruit on the calendula, and the spiritual rice was cooked to be plump and soft. , When biting in the mouth, it will release a strong and mellow aroma.

He had never run to eat like this before, and it was impossible for him to bite his hair mixed with the food.

So embarrassing, so unbearable.

Tu Ying stuffed the last piece of yellowish meat into his mouth, and tried to swallow it. The meat was really not tasty, and it was stuck in his throat like a ball of rotten rags. Tu Ying stopped, bent his back, Holding his knees with both hands, ferocious blue veins burst out on his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"vomit--"

After enduring and enduring, Tu Ying finally couldn't help retching, his stomach rolled, trying to pour out all the contents.

Tu Ying only vomited twice, then clenched his teeth, covered his stomach with one hand, and threw himself into the thick sand dunes, staring at the boundless sky with lifeless eyes.

A tear dripped from the corner of his eye mixed with sand and dust, drawing a deep gully on his dirty face.

Tu Ying turned over, curled herself up, rubbed her face twice against the clothes on her shoulders, and took a big mouthful of breath, breathing so fast that she seemed to be about to suffocate to death in a second.

He was alone in the Demon Realm, and death followed him like a shadow. In the previous 15 years of his life, he had never faced such a situation of isolation and helplessness.

On Penglai Island, he is a young genius with a bright future, the future Patriarch of the Tu Clan, and a well-known and energetic young man;

But here, he is an ant crawling in the sand and struggling to live, a mortal who has nothing to live and is facing death all the time, and the prey of a precarious monster.

Tuying's shoulders trembled slightly, and she shed tears silently while spitting out the sand and soil she had eaten with her breath.

He had never cried like this before, he thought he had grown up, and it was only at this moment that he was surprised to find that what he said about taking his brother away from the Tu family was just a childish fantasy, without the aura given by those families , he was just a kid who would cry in trouble.

Tu Ying struggled to get up from the ground, lowered her head and tied her cuffs tightly, shaking off the sand from her shoes, the tears shed had been dried by the dry wind, and dried up tightly on her face.

The sand dunes have strong suction, and every step forward requires a lot of strength. Tu Ying walked forward with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and a magnificent black stone city wall rose on the horizon in front of him. The city has a ferocious appearance like a dragon, and the rough big stones form a high wall, which casts tens of feet of gloomy projections on the ground.

Tu Ying pulled up the hood on the back to cover his head and face. He escaped from the Demon Palace in a hurry. Probably, the guards of the Demon Palace did not expect someone to "escape" from inside, so they didn't pay much attention to Tu Ying. Most of the barrier covering the outside was used to deal with powerful foreign enemies. After Tu Ying withdrew her spiritual power, she became a mortal without even a trace of magic energy on her body, so she walked out of the barrier easily.

This cloak was picked up from a corpse he met on the road. It was flat in texture, and the corners had a weathered hard texture. It was accompanied by a crude storage bag and a few extremely poor-quality spirit stones inside. , was taken by Tuying.

Tu Ying wrapped herself tightly in a cloak, and walked slowly towards the huge city against the gradually roaring wind and sand.

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Tu Zhao went out lightly, and quietly closed the two doors. On the short couch in front of the window, the white-clothed immortal had changed into a clean brocade robe, his long hair was loose, and he was meditating with his eyes closed.

The light golden sunlight fell on his shoulders, covering him in the brilliance of molten gold, he was like a fairy about to melt in the beautiful halo, with just one wrong eye, he would ride the wind and go away.

Tu Zhao stood at the door for a while, then turned around and left the main courtyard. A servant in Tsing Yi stood outside. Seeing him coming out, he bowed his head respectfully and called him: "Master."

Tu Zhao raised his eyes sensitively and gave him a cold look.

He noticed that the servant called "Young Master" instead of "Eldest Young Master". Although he had never received this title in the past 15 years, he knew one thing. When he was thrown in the outer courtyard, Tu Ying was also Known as "Master".

A simple "Young Master" has no ranking or other additions, as if there is only such a young master in the Tu family.

Tu Zhao's heart sank, as if he had a vague premonition of what was about to happen.

The servant in Tsing Yi gestured to him, asking him to walk ahead, keeping his head down from beginning to end, adhering to his duty as a servant.

Tu Zhao was silent, and followed his guidance to walk through the winding path and the garden surrounded by spiritual trees and flowers and willows. The road ahead was wide enough to accommodate ten people standing side by side. When is it gone.

At the end of the road, there are layers of pavilions. The frontmost building is simple and majestic, with upturned corners and overhanging eaves. On it, there is a beast with a huge mouth that roars silently to the sky. Guarding here protects the mansion below. In front of the building stands Zhang A tall stone tablet with four big characters written in ancient and round fonts.

——Tu's Ancestral Hall.

He has never had the qualification to stand here. Just as Tuying would stand here every year at the end of the year, he would participate in the sacrifice as the next Patriarch.

As Tu Zhao's line of sight came into contact with the writing on it, the slightly faded thick door creaked, and slowly opened under his gaze.