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But things developed beyond his expectations, because he already had the foundation of the stage of transformation into a god, and it would be much easier to practice other exercises. In addition, the memory of the previous Demon Lord contained a lot of insights, and the Demon Lord also put The understanding of the exercises was stripped out and passed on to Zhuang Qiu, which caused Zhuang Qiu to just practice for a short while, and the realm went straight up, directly reaching the golden core.

Zhuang Qiu's Green Lotus Seven Flames Sword is a major training method. Although Zhuang Qiu has practiced this method to the stage of transforming gods, he is not suitable for Zhuang Qiu.

Rather than saying that Zhuang Qiu is like a divine voice, it is better to say that he is poorly imitating the divine voice.

The Qinglian Seven Flames Sword is not suitable for Zhuang Qiu, but because Zhuang Qiu is Shenyin's disciple, he wants to inherit the master's sword.

The aura of the surrounding heaven and earth poured into Zhuang Qiu's body frantically, and his aura also rose steadily, from the early stage of Golden Core, to the middle stage of Golden Core, and to the late stage of Golden Core.

Zhuang Qiu was like an inflated balloon, when he was about to break through the Nascent Soul, Zhuang Qiu stopped with difficulty.

Otherwise, why is it said that Moxiu is envied by others? Moxiu's skills are really fast in practice.

There are many reasons why Zhuang Qiu practiced fast. Firstly, the spiritual energy in this place is too abundant, and he doesn’t need to absorb it, it just drilled into his bones. Second, the magic cultivation method is very suitable for Zhuang Qiu’s current state of mind, and it is also very In line with his current situation, Zhuang Qiu was originally in the stage of transforming gods, and he had a particularly thorough understanding of the exercises of the Nascent Soul stage.

The combination of the three, the right time, the right place and the right people, Zhuang Qiu only took less than ten days to cultivate to the late stage of Golden Core.

This magic technique is very suitable for Zhuang Qiu, it's called Pluto Devouring Heaven Jue, unlike decent people who need to cycle through the big circle and the small circle, Zhuang Qiu only needs to swallow the spiritual energy.

Ordinary people practice this kind of method, and if they swallow too much spiritual energy in a short period of time, problems will occur, and ghost cracks will appear in the flesh, because they cannot bear the spiritual energy.

But Zhuang Qiu's current body is the bones of the fusion stage, and his sea of ​​consciousness is the sea of ​​consciousness of the transformation stage, so it doesn't matter if he has been cultivating until the late stage of Jindan.

It is possible to continue practicing to the stage of transforming gods, but the two sets of exercises in Zhuang Qiu's body are about to conflict, and he can only choose one of them.

The current Zhuang Qiu still doesn't want to make a choice, after all, he has painstakingly cultivated the Qinglian Seven Flames Art, if he wants to give up now, he is a bit reluctant.

Zhuang Qiu stretched out his bony claws, and a cloud of red devilish energy wrapped around his hands.

This devilish energy is really strange. Most of the auras cultivated by righteous people are similar, but the devilish energy cultivated by people in the demon world is completely different.

Even if it is the same technique, if two people practice it, there will be completely different results.

Zhuang Qiu sensed the Pluto Devouring Heaven Art. He had seen eight hundred or one thousand exercises, but he had never seen any exercise that was so special.

With the magic energy, the restriction here is useless to Zhuang Qiu.

Zhuang Qiu waved his hand, the restriction opened a hole, and Zhuang Qiu walked out from the crack.

The outside is full of spirit stones.

Zhuang Qiu opened his mouth into a round ball in surprise.

He had never seen so many spirit stones in his life. There were spirit stones all around his feet and head. Zhuang Qiu could not see the end of the spirit stones at a glance.

Suppressing his desire to steal all these spirit stones, Zhuang Qiu walked out with heavy steps.

He thought, anyway, there are so many, so it should be no problem to take one or two yuan.

And he is already half a Demon Lord. Is there a problem with taking something from myself?

no problem.

Zhuang Qiu is now alone, and the magic weapon, natal sword and spirit stone are all left in the Taixuan Sword Sect.

This spirit stone is still very important to him.

The man has no spirit stone, his pocket is empty, and he feels guilty when he walks.

But Zhuang Qiu was not greedy, he packed a small bag of spirit stones, which was probably enough for him to reach the Nascent Soul stage.

Zhuang Qiu walked all the way out, the spiritual energy became thinner and thinner, and there were more and more mixed spirit stones around, and the sound of ding ding dong dong came from his ears.

This sound seems to be mining?

Zhuang Qiu understood that this was a spiritual stone mine, and the place where the demon king died was the deepest part of this spiritual stone mine.

But he was wearing a black robe, walking without feet, and the way he floated over really shocked the group of mining magicians.

They all ran away in all directions, shouting: "Damn——"

Zhuang Qiu touched the back of his skull with his white bone claws, thinking a bit at a loss: This appearance seems a bit scary, do you want to change into a human shape?

After thinking about it, Zhuang Qiu felt that it was fine, he couldn't show his face anyway.It doesn't matter if there is a humanoid or not.

Then a strange scene appeared on the dragon veins of the demon world. From the depths of the Lingshi mine, a ghost in a black robe and without feet floated out. This ghost was not afraid of the sun at all, and wandered around, as if looking for something The next mouthful of food.

——Actually, Zhuang Qiu was looking for how to get to the magic palace.

The original Demon Lord was a road idiot. In his memory, the location of the Demon Palace was chaotic. He was here for a while, and there for a while. This caused Zhuang Qiu to bump around like a headless fly.

In the devil's palace, the four guardians looked down on each other, and the atmosphere was once weird.

Yan Mo lazily leaned on the chair, as if he had no bones, and said: "When will our demon cultivators be like decent people, eating honey swords, hiding behind the back, is not our style, Feng Mo, what do you think? .”

The designated Feng Mo looks different from the other demon cultivators. The other three seem to know that they are not normal people, and they don’t wear clothes well, like Yan Mo, with only two pieces of cloth on their bodies, like Yin Mo, His gloomy aura made it hard to ignore him, his pale skin was a little sick, his eyes rolled, as if he was about to kill someone, the last blue sky demon, he looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a sky-high braid, He was also wearing a pure gold dress, with a golden lock around his neck, which almost blinded people's eyes.

Only Feng Mo, wearing a green jin Confucian shirt and white jade hanging around his waist, did not know which family he thought was a handsome young man.

Feng Mo smiled slightly and said: "Yan Mo can speak directly if he has something to say, if he wants to let others not eat the sweet sword, does he have to lead by example first?"

Yan Mo suddenly slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Feng Mo and said: "What are you, you dare to come and tell me what to do with my old lady, what do you mean by sending eyeliner to my Yan Mo City?"

Feng Mo was scolded all over his face, and he said with a particularly unfriendly expression: "The current situation is turbulent, and the demon king has disappeared for almost 100 years. The eight factions must know the news. If they take the opportunity to attack at this time, how can we fight on our own. "

"It's really nice to say, then you should submit to me."

"General Yan Mo, you and I are also in the fusion period. When we talk about submission, who will submit to whom." Feng Mo looked Yan Mo up and down, with strong meaning.

"Looks good, looks good, let's fight." Qingtian Mo said that he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

Yin Mo said in a deep voice: "The battle is imminent, don't fight internally."

Qingtian Demon showed a taunt: "What kind of old man are you there? Why don't you just take the position from Demon Lord directly?"

The Yin Mo was not annoyed when his little thoughts were pierced. He said in an unmasculine voice, "Is there anyone who doesn't want the position of the Demon Lord?"

Feng Mo smiled and said: "I don't want it. What do you want that thing for? I'm tired and I can't get it."

Yan Mo snorted coldly and said: "Mozun has not confirmed whether he is dead yet, are you going to discuss this in the Demon Palace? When Mozun returns from retreat, none of you can escape."

"Everyone is just talking verbally. If you have the best strength in the fusion stage, what can you do if you sit in this position." Qingtian Demon spread his hands and spoke with an innocent face. There was still a twinkle on his face And get rid of the fear of the Demon Lord.

Although the atmosphere in the magic palace was weird, it was also lively and lively, and it was about to start a fight. At this time, a demon cultivator ran in from outside, and the demon cultivator knelt on the ground and said: "Yes, there are people, no, there are ghosts!" broke in!"

The four protectors immediately stood up, and the first one to go out was the Qingtian Demon, he loved to join in the fun, and he wanted to see who dared to come to the Demon Palace to play wild.

After him, Yan Mo also came out, and Yan Mo leaned lazily against the door, not going any further, just watching from a distance with his divine sense.

Feng Mo and Yin Mo arrived at about the same time. When Feng Mo arrived, he only saw Qing Tian Mo's eyes widen.

"Respect, lord, how did you become like this?"

Of course, Zhuang Qiu's black robe can't hinder the consciousness, so these people can see the empty skeleton with just a glance.

It is the breath of the Demon Lord, and the breath of the kung fu is also right.

But how did the demon king become like this.

Zhuang Qiu let out a long breath when he heard someone calling him Mozun.

"Finally found it." He sighed and sighed with emotion.

When he first arrived in the Demon Realm, he didn't know that the sun and moon in the Demon Realm didn't rise from east to west like in the cultivation world, but just the opposite.

And the Demon Realm is very large, not like the Qingyuan Mountains, where most of the mortals live, and most of the Demon Realm are demon cultivators. It may be because the Demon Realm does not have as many desperate places and oceans and lakes as the human world, so there is no teleportation array. Zhuang Qiu wanted to ask the magic cultivators how to get to the magic palace, but he basically ran away from everyone within 50 meters of him.

Finally, he saw a magnificent building that looked like a magic palace. He was about to ask, but before he reached the door, he heard the magic cultivator at the door shouting for enemy attack.

Zhuang Qiu has never been so speechless in his life.

He walked in majesticly from the door, and those demon cultivators stared at him but no one did anything to him. He thought that they had all come in anyway, so why not turn around, and saw a child in a few steps. Those who wear silver are extremely rich.

I just feel that my brain is not working well, and I am so scared that I can't walk.

Then Zhuang Qiu heard him shout: "Respect, Lord? How did you become like this?"

Zhuang Qiu was so happy that she wanted to cry, but finally... found it.