The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

A crack appeared in the empty zone in the center of the sea area, and the crack was slowly expanding.

This discovery made all the monks very excited. It seems that the rumors are true, and there is indeed a new secret place in the sea area.

All the monks were dazzled by the secluded world, but no one noticed that there was not a trace of spiritual energy leaking out of the gap.

The disciples of Zhengyangmen reported the discovery to Venerable Yunhan, and Venerable Yunhan heard the words and looked over. Venerable Danxin beside him stroked his long beard, and sighed softly: "It's not what Venerable Haichuan said."

"Honorable Yunhan, in your opinion?" Venerable Haichuan asked.

Venerable Yun Han stared at the crack that had expanded to the size of his index finger. Through the crack, he could see the blue sea water inside.

He withdrew his gaze, and from the corner of his eye glanced at the demon cultivator who was clearly separated. There was a dark flying boat parked there. He did not answer Venerable Haichuan, but said: "After the war between the monsters ten thousand years ago, the sects and high-level officials who participated in the war Nearly destroyed, only Yu Huan, the younger disciple of the suzerain of the Hehuan Sect, and the disciples who did not participate in the war escaped the catastrophe. He took the remaining disciples and wanted to reintegrate the Huanzong. He escaped from the Demon Realm and established the current Demon Dao."

Venerable Haichuan nodded and said, "It is said that Demon Venerable Yuhuan's cultivation is only one step away from ascending to the upper realm. It seems that he appeared in the sea this time for Yijun Demon King."

Shanqian asked puzzledly: "Why? What does this have to do with Yijun Yaowang?"

Venerable Danxin shook his head and said: "Mozun Yuhuan practiced Hehuan Jue. To practice this Jue, you have to constantly supplement other people's cultivation for your own use. In the past few thousand years, female disciples with special physiques or water-type spiritual roots have frequently occurred. The disappearance is the work of the Eight Demon Lords under him."

"Your Majesty, what does he mean by that he made his mind on the Demon King?"

"exactly!"

Although the righteous people who resisted back then teamed up to drive Yu Huan to the Demon Realm, they also suffered heavy losses.

But without the guard of the demon king, the demon clan has been hunted and killed by demon cultivators over the years, and has long since lost its former glory.

Several people felt sorry for the devil's actions, but there was nothing they could do for the time being.

Rao didn't admit it in his heart, the decline of the orthodox path was a fact.

At noon, the rift had expanded to a width of five feet. Some monks who couldn't resist entered the rift tentatively, and found that there was no danger, so they spread the news. At that time, countless monks entered the secret realm one after another.

Venerable Yunhan asked his disciples to lead a team in, and he and the three Venerables guarded Yuhuan Mozun closely until Yuhuan Mozun appeared with the eight great demon lords, and the four followed closely behind and also entered the secret realm.

Hongyi brought Yaomin and Jiang Qianxing to the cold pool, took everything away, and then activated the teleportation formation. Unexpectedly, Jiang Qianxing woke up as soon as the formation was activated.

Taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the monsters, he ran out of the teleportation array, and the next moment, the monsters in red had disappeared in the cold pool.

Jiang Qianxing didn't know the danger outside, so he ran out of the cold pool in a hurry, wanting to go back to Yao Village to find Ning Zhi, but just as he walked out of the cold pool, nine people with different costumes appeared in front of him.

The leader was a phantom rising from black mist, and the eight people behind him were all wearing black robes. They were not good people at first glance.

Jiang Qianxing didn't dare to look any further, and lowered his head in fear. He always thought that this place was isolated from the world. Until now, he vaguely understood why those monsters in red fled in such a hurry.

He regretted it, he shouldn't have been so impulsive, although he didn't like the little fox, but the little fox liked Brother Ning very much, as long as the little fox and the big monster were around, Brother Ning would be fine.

"Mortal? Interesting!"

The harsh sound of gravel reached Jiang Qianxing's ears, and he shook his body, not daring to say anything.

Venerable Yunhan and four who followed closely stepped forward and said, "Demon Venerable Yuhuan, it's been a long time."

Demon Lord Yuhuan's purpose is the demon king, not to entangle with these so-called righteous hypocrites, but as a mortal, it doesn't matter if he is let go, so he brought the eight great demon kings into the cold pool.

As soon as Demon Lord Yuhuan left, the eyes of the four fell on Jiang Qianxing.

Venerable Yun Han wondered how could there be a human race in the secret sea area, or a mortal with almost no aura in his body?

The four of them looked at each other, and the kind-hearted Venerable Loving Heart stepped forward to appease Jiang Qianxing, scanned the entire island with his divine sense, and led Jiang Qianxing out of the secret realm with a light shake of his head.

The red-clothed man who was randomly sent to the valley near the sea by the teleportation array flicked his sleeves and said angrily, "This mortal is so ignorant!"

"Qian Xing is worried about Ning." Bai Li stepped forward to explain, and said, "Young Monarch in Red, look, do you want to inform Jin Shu Yaojun that Qian Xing is still in the secret realm?"

The four demon lords including Hong Yi are different from the group of demon people. They have experienced the battle between humans and monsters ten thousand years ago. Nian, "No, since he wants to court death, let him do it."

Hongyi sent a message to Jinshu, saying that they had already come out, but did not mention Jiang Qianxing was still in the secret place.

……

Floating forest.

The man in the red robe sat decadently on the site of the former palace, and said sadly: "In ten thousand years, my subjects have abandoned me."

"You think too much." Ning Zhi sat on a tree branch full of fruits, gnawed at the wild fruit and said casually, "It wasn't your subjects who abandoned you, it was you who abandoned your subjects."

"No!" The man raised his head suddenly, and said with red eyes, "I have been thinking about my subjects all the time for ten thousand years."

"You said it's been ten thousand years. In these ten thousand years, there are too many variables." Ning Zhi finished eating the fruit, threw away the core, picked another one, held it in his hand and played with it, staring at it for a while without speaking. The former demon king said, "Why don't you build another kingdom that belongs to your demon king?"

Hearing this, the demon king turned his head to look at the ruined walls covered by green grass, and said softly, "They don't want me, and I don't want them either."

"Childish." Ning Zhi jumped down from the tree, walked to the depressed man, threw the fruit in his hand, and said, "How did you become the demon king before?"

"Just kill the former demon king, and the subjects will regard me as the demon king." The demon king took the fruit, took a bite, blamed it for being delicious, and killed a fruit in twos and looked up at Ning Zhi, "I still want .”

Ning Zhi raised his chin, "Pick it yourself."

The demon king snorted, raised his hand, the fruit fell into his palm automatically, picked it up and took a bite, then threw it on the ground, frowned and said: "It's not as sweet as you picked."

"Then don't eat it."

The demon king drooped his head aggrievedly, "But I want to eat."

"If you want to eat, pick it yourself."

"The ones you pick are sweeter."

Ning Zhi: "..."

He supported his forehead, changed the subject and said, "I haven't asked your name yet."

The demon king's eyes flashed, and he said, "My name is Husband."

"...Haha!" Ning Zhi smiled and said, "You're pretending to be crazy with me, right?"

"I didn't, I—" He stopped talking abruptly, moved his ears, and then hugged Ning Zhifei up to the leafy treetops, pinched his fingers to form a barrier, and leaned close to Ning Zhi's ear and whispered: "somebody is coming."

The warm breath spread over Ning Zhi's side face.

He turned his face away, moved a little away from the demon king, frowned and said, "Stay away from me."

"Oh." The demon king moved his neck slightly, "Is this okay?"

"...you better stop talking."

Ning Zhi frowned and looked forward, but saw three monks in different costumes fleeing in a hurry to the tree where the two of them lived.

"Okay, there should be no one from the Heavenly Demon Sect here." A middle-aged man in a gray robe supported a tree pole, panting, "Thanks to my seeing the opportunity quickly, I used a teleportation talisman."

"Thanks to Master Chuan Gu today." It was the young monk who spoke.

An old man stood next to the young monk, and the old man responded, "I will never forget the life-saving grace of Master Chuan Gu."

"Don't be too polite. I checked. There are no monsters around here. Let's recover our aura first. As for the Golden Blood Spirit Grass, we will take it to Tianbao Pavilion to exchange for spirit stones as we agreed in advance." After finishing speaking, he He took out the elixir from the storage bag, and then sat cross-legged in meditation.

The other two also took out pills one after another to restore their strength.

Just when the two of them were breathing steadily, the gray-robed man suddenly opened his eyes, and with a gloomy expression, he sacrificed a long sword, harvested the heads of the two who were defenseless, and said with a sneer, "Idiot."

The gray-robed man picked up the storage bags of the two with a blank expression, and was about to leave before the bloody aura attracted the monsters.

The demon king looked at the gray-robed man who was separated from the family with disdain, and said: "I hate this kind of villain who stabs a knife in the back the most."

"Then why didn't you come to the rescue before?" Ning Zhi asked.

"They were plotted against. In addition to their ignorance of people and easy letting go of their vigilance, it was also because of the law of the jungle in the cultivation world. I can save them once, but not forever. If this is the case, it is better to reincarnate earlier."

Respecting the strong is the law of survival in this world.

Ning Zhi didn't say anything, just said: "What is the Golden Blood Spirit Grass?"

"For us monsters, it is just a useless grass. For humans, I am not very clear about its role." The demon king waved his sleeves, and the three corpses disappeared into the sky, leaving only Three dusty storage bags.

"Humans are really greedy and selfish creatures." The demon king glanced at the contents of the storage bag with his spiritual sense, and frowned.

Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows, "In that case, let's leave now, goodbye!"

After that, he turned around and left.

The demon king flashed in front of Ning Zhi, blocked the way, his knees softened, he knelt down in front of Ning Zhi, raised his head and said aggrievedly: "I, I was wrong, Ning Ning."

Ning Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth, "What are you doing?"

"I said the wrong thing." The demon king raised his hands, but saw a slender branch appearing in the palm of his empty hand, and said: "I went to the mortal world once before, and saw a woman holding this kind of branch. Beat a man kneeling on the ground, and keep asking him if he knows his mistake."

Ning Zhi: "...so?"

"So, don't be angry. If you can't get angry, just hit me with a branch. I know I'm wrong." He said seriously, and finally pretended to be pitiful: "My subjects don't want me anymore, Ningning, I only have is you."

"If Jin Shu heard what you said, how sad would it be?"

"That's different."

"Why is it different? Your subjects abandoned you, but they didn't abandon you."