When Immortal Venerable was called off in public

Leaving from the demon city where Lu Ting was stationed, the group hurried to the central demon altar.

The miraculous thing is that this road is extremely smooth, and not even a blood contract restriction has been triggered.

Shouldn't.

The calmer the weather, the more everyone's hearts were raised.

There is only one road leading to the central demon altar, and the main road became a small road. It used to be possible for five people to walk together, but now it is two people, and the surrounding area is becoming more and more empty. There are thin clouds and smoke drifting from time to time. Su Wenqing looked sideways, Vaguely see the stone pit below is full of bones.

Not only human, but also all kinds of animal spirits.

The central demon altar gave him the feeling that it was closer to an altar.

Su He in front was engulfed by a sudden cloud and smoke, and his figure suddenly became blurred. An ominous premonition flashed in Su Wenqing's heart, and he hurried to catch up, but when the cloud and smoke cleared, where would there be anyone left? !

The shoulder was patted, and the bottom one was Wang Wangshou, Su Wenqing subconsciously turned his head: "Xianzun..."

Then the words stopped abruptly because no one could listen.

Su Wenqing's expression was slightly trembling, and the middle finger of his right hand was combined with his thumb, and he quickly deduced it, but the truth seemed to be hidden in such a cloud, and it could not be used intermittently as a reference. Is this an illusion?

Su Wenqing immediately sat down cross-legged and mobilized his spiritual power to stabilize his Dao heart, but when he opened his eyes, he was still in place.

Not an illusion...

He seemed to be dragged into an unknown small space while walking.

Another light pat on the shoulder, such a quiet environment, can't help but make one's hair stand on end, but Su Wenqing soared into the air, and Lang Yue got out of the sheath!

The dazzling sword light shot around him with a bang, and the sound of hitting the stone wall was very real. When the white clothes fell to the ground, Su Wenqing stood holding the sword, "Who is it? Pretending to be a ghost!"

"Ghost?" For a moment, "Jie Jie" laughter sounded in the silence, as if coming from all directions: "It's okay to say that, have you seen those bones in the deep pit next to you? You will be with them soon." It's the same."

Su Wenqing did not answer.

"Don't believe it?" The other party was very interested, as if he had said this a thousand times: "There is no spiritual energy here, you will soon exhaust your golden core and spiritual power, just like a mortal, in the endless loneliness Die in despair." Then he laughed grimly: "I like your skin, it is the best-looking one I have ever seen, anyway, you can't get out, why don't you give it to me, I can give it to you You are happy."

The people who entered here before, some were arrogant and didn't believe they couldn't get out; His expression was calm and indifferent until the end.

"Hey." The voice sighed faintly: "Another unwilling person."

Naturally, Su Wenqing would not just sit still, he walked forward, but after he encountered it, he found that the end here was the starting point, and he would still return to the original position, the whole space was like a circle, no matter how much he searched, he couldn’t find it Create a gap to communicate with the outside world.

Being able to swallow him here from under Emperor Zun's nose, it can be seen that it is absolutely extraordinary.

Su Wenqingfu sat cross-legged again. This was a boring and dull posture, but the hem of his white clothes was spread out, making him look like a lotus blooming in the mist.

"This skin is gone." The voice couldn't help sighing again.

Su Wenqing was unmoved, the person who spoke seemed to have no substance, to put it simply, he was scattered in the air here, his cultivation base was not advanced, he might also be a monk who strayed into this place, and for some reason retained his immortality Immortal soul.

He has to find a way to get out, not only Emperor Zun is waiting, but also Wei Sheng is kept in his soul, and Chun Qi's living soul is also in the seventh-grade magic weapon on his body...

etc!Su Wenqing opened his eyes suddenly, spread out his right palm, and the magic weapon appeared immediately.

This thing had been with Emperor Wangyuan before, and he gave it to Su Wenqing as soon as he entered the demon world, saying it was his amulet.

"Have you figured it out?" The voice was expectant. "Anyway, if you stay here, you will die. I promise, I will do it quickly and simply. In the blink of an eye, you can die comfortably. Give me your body?"

Su Wenqing said softly, "That is to say, if I don't give it to you, you can't snatch it. If you snatch it, you will violate a certain rule."

Voice: "..." So, he hates Renxiu the most.

"The passage of time here is more than ten times that of the outside. When the spiritual power in your body is exhausted and you have no food or water, your skin will be shriveled and ugly. I won't even bother to answer you if you ask me to help you!" The other party said viciously.

Su Wen said lightly, "Don't bother."

This person is basically not talking nonsense. Su Wenqing can feel that the spiritual power in his body is passing away rapidly, and he can last for seven days at most. As for the food and drink...

He calmly took out a pot of tea from the ritual vessel, poured it and drank it.

Emperor Zun has the habit of "gardening food", a bit like a hamster for the winter, and he discovered this early in the morning. He will fill almost all the space in the storage ring, storage bag, and Qiankun bag on his body. Of course, patience is limited. I used to only like to take care of my own, but now I am more keen on taking care of Taoist companions. Not to mention this magic weapon, even Su Wenqing’s Najie is filled to the brim by Emperor Zun. There is grilled fish.

Perhaps it was a bad childhood experience that caused Emperor Wang Yuan to have no intention of rectifying this problem. Facts have proved that it is still up to Emperor Zun to look far ahead.

"You, are you still drinking?" The other party was shocked.

"Even if the time flow here is fast, I can last for three to five years. This body won't be shriveled and ugly. Just wait a little longer."

other side:"……"

After Su Wenqing finished his tea and continued to meditate, his mind came out, and he checked it again, it was really a sphere.

How to do……

It was the first time Su Wenqing encountered this kind of space, but Wei Sheng and Chun Qi were both asleep. He tried to shout twice, but there was no response.

"Three years and five years..." The other party was similar to crying and mourning, far less arrogant and surly than at the beginning, "Okay, then I'll wait."

Su Wenqing: "..." I owe it a bit.

"Hey, what's the situation outside now? Is that old guy Zong Haotian still alive?"

"Looking at your appearance, there are quite a few people chasing you, right? Do you have any Taoist companions?"

"Is your Taoist partner good-looking? Is it as good-looking as you? Don't settle for it."

Bababa, the little mouth didn't stop for a quarter of an hour, even if Su Wenqing ignored him at all.

"Can you..." Su Wenqing's eyebrows twitched: "Can you be a little quieter?"

"It's been 300 years! Finally another one came in, how can you keep me quiet?" The other party refused to let go.

Su Wenqing couldn't continue reciting the Qingxin Jue, he opened his eyes, "You said before, who is Zong Haotian?"

"Zong Haotian! That Zong Haotian who resists the way of heaven and points his sword at the God Realm!" The other party said with great momentum: "Although my master doesn't like longitudinal old dogs, in my opinion, he is a personal emperor!"

Su Wenqing was secretly frightened, resisting the way of heaven, pointing his sword at the God Realm?

The way of heaven is the rule for the operation of all things, without rules there is no way to stand, Su Wenqing sees now that the person who can challenge the way of heaven is his own Taoist companion.

"Senior Zonghaotian..." Su Wenqing said softly, "Is it Huashen?"

"Is Huashen worthy?" The other party sneered: "Zong Haotian ascended in half a step, are you really a monk? Why don't you even understand this?"

"Think about how long you've been here." Su Wenqing reminded, "The outside world has changed, and Zong Haotian has long since disappeared."

These words did not know where the other party was touched, and he suddenly fell silent.

Su Wenqing waited for a long time but did not see him speak, so he recited the Qingxin Jue again.

I don't know how long it took, the soul seemed to regroup and started beeping again.

"Hey, your magic weapon is a bit special." This time the voice was close at hand, and it was no longer coming from all directions like a radio.

Su Wenqing opened his eyes and saw that the cloud and smoke in front of him gradually took shape, not a human face, but the appearance of a magic weapon. It might be a simple imitation, but something strange flashed in Su Wenqing's heart.

He stretched out his hand, but the other party scattered away in surprise.

Didn't see his real face.

"This is refined by my Taoist companion." Su Wenqing explained.

"What realm?"

"Follow the way."

"He Dao." The voice sounded a little boring, as if he didn't think highly of He Dao. It can be seen from this that in the era he was in, it was possible that He Dao walked everywhere, and those who had the qualifications to speak had to rise in half a step.

"It's very powerful." But the other party quickly praised it sincerely: "After all, even half-step ascension can't make such a pure magic weapon."

Su Wenqing was a little puzzled: "Isn't it completely ascending?"

"Yes." The other party responded, "But it's the Protoss."

Su Wen made it clear that Feisheng was a god race, transcending the six realms.

"You're really pretty." Bai Wu turned into a cloud, circling around Su Wenqing: "You smell good."

Su Wenqing frowned slightly, and calmly pushed him away with his spiritual power. The innate spiritual root attracts all reasonable creatures in the world, but his cultivation has already returned to the peak, and he can suppress the original breath. The other party can smell it.

"What was your cultivation level?" Su Wenqing asked.

"Me?" The other party fell into a long silence, and finally spit out three words dryly: "I forgot."

There was indeed such a possibility, and Su Wenqing didn't press her further.

Time seems to be at a standstill here. If it wasn't for someone talking, there would really be no movement at all.

It is easy for people to breed rage and fear in such an environment, but Su Wenqing is not. One of the reasons is that his "neighbors" are easy to get along with and talkative.

"Hey, you said you were trapped to death here, will your Taoist companion be sad?" The man turned into a wisp of white fluff, which floated lightly on Su Wenqing's lap, his limbs could be vaguely seen, and Erlang's legs were still crossed.

Su Wenqing said without hesitation, "Yes." Emperor Zun might be more than just sad.

"It's useless." The man said with a disillusioned tone: "People's hearts are fickle, he will only be sad for a while, and then find a more beautiful Taoist partner."

Su Wenqing was certain: "He won't."

Indeed not, Emperor Wang Yuan is going to lift the demon world from the ground to the ground.