Cultivation Begins From The Desert

The "air travel boat" stopped above a small oasis in the desert.

The oasis is very small, only tens of square kilometers in size, and dozens of rough and simple stone houses are sparsely built on it.

At this time, the front doors and roofs of those simple stone houses were filled with hundreds of monks wearing different colors of costumes. These people were standing on the roofs and the ground, looking up at the airborne building boats that suddenly flew in the sky, As well as more than thirty sword lights flying out of the Kongxinglou boat, their faces were full of horror.

Zhou Yang stood in the air with his flying sword on his feet, his eyes did not stay on the monks who were in the Qi training period on the ground, but directly looked at a battle group thousands of meters ahead.

In the sky thousands of meters away, Zhang Yunpeng, who was one step ahead, was besieged by more than a dozen foundation-building monks and a seventh-floor monk of the Purple Mansion, looking quite embarrassed.

But it's just embarrassment. As a wind-type spiritual root monk, Zhang Yunpeng may not be good at defense, but speed and attack are his strong points.

Before Zhou Yang and others arrived, he followed the soul-chasing blood bird to find this small oasis hidden by the phantom array, and immediately alarmed the sand bandits practicing in the oasis, and was besieged by sand bandits.

It's just that although Sand Bandits have a large number of people, no one can keep up with his speed. With his superb "wind escape technique", he can always save the day at critical moments without harming the root cause.

At this time, when he saw the empty boat of the ancestor of the Chen family coming, he hurriedly waved the fourth-grade high-grade magic weapon "Spiritual Wind Flag" in his hand, and his figure disappeared in place like an invisible wind. , already in front of Zhou Yang and the others.

Seeing this, the sand bandits' faces became extremely ugly in an instant.

They besieged Zhang Yunpeng before and failed to take down any one of them. Now there is another ancestor of the Chen family who has a higher cultivation level, and there are twice as many foundation-building monks as them. How can they fight?

"Chen Daoyou came at the right time. Although the guy on the opposite side is wearing a mask, but just now I played against him, the methods he showed are definitely not my style in the boundless sand sea of ​​​​cultivating immortals. It seems that the news of the sect is correct. Sure enough, there are other people from the world of cultivating immortals lurking over to make trouble."

In the sky, Zhang Yunpeng returned to the old ancestor of the Chen family, looking gloomy at the bandit from the Zifu period who was wearing a grimace mask, and said his discovery in a cold tone.

Hearing what he said, the ancestor of the Chen family couldn't help snorting coldly: "Huh, I don't care what his origin is, dare to kill my Chen family's foundation-building monks in this boundless sandy sea of ​​immortals, and destroy my Chen family's square city Even if there is a Nascent Soul cultivator standing behind him, this old man will kill him to avenge the dead members of my Chen family!"

He looked at the cultivator of the Purple Mansion on the opposite side with a cold gaze, without concealing his killing intent.

He has no way out, just like what he said in his words, even if there is really a Nascent Soul cultivator standing behind this Zifu cultivator, he will kill him.

If this is not done, not only the prestige and reputation of the Chen family will be completely wiped out, but also the hearts of the people within the family will be wiped out.

The clansmen don't care about the murderer's background, they only see that their patriarch is a man who is greedy for life and fears death, and he can kill the murderer to avenge the innocent dead clansman, but sit back and watch the other party leave.

How can such a patriarch, such a family, make people feel loved again? Create a sense of belonging? Make people believe that the family will really take care of themselves?

Once people's hearts are scattered, even if the Chen family still has him, a cultivator of the purple mansion, in the future, it will be a foregone conclusion. In this case, he might as well take a gamble or have a good time, and kill this guy who hides his head and shows his tail first. .

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, if you want to kill this old man, do you really think you can do it? Since you have found this place, let us see the truth today!"

On the sand bandit side, the cultivator of the Purple Mansion Period who was wearing a grimace mask gave a strange "Jie Jie" smile, blood flashed on his body, and a terrifying aura like a demon suddenly rose from him.

"The ninth floor of the Purple Mansion!"

"Demonic way of evil!"

The faces of the ancestors of the Chen family and Zhang Yunpeng changed at the same time, and they looked at the man with a grimace mask who had changed a lot in shock and exclaimed.

Both of their Zifu period monks are like this, let alone Zhou Yang and other foundation establishment period monks.

Under the pressure of the huge aura of the ninth floor of the Grimace Mask Human Purple Mansion, except for Chen Pingan, Liu Qingsong and other late-stage monks who were able to hold their bodies still, all monks below the late-stage foundation, including Zhou Yang, all stood together. They were so crushed that their bodies sank, and they all fell from several feet to dozens of feet.

Cultivators like Zhou Xuanhao, who barely managed to establish the foundation and were on the first floor of the foundation, almost fell off the flying sword without being impacted by this momentum, making a fool of themselves.

Sure enough!

Zhou Yang desperately mobilized his mana to resist the imposing pressure of the ghost mask man, while screaming in his heart.

His guess was finally verified after the other party stopped hiding his strength and revealed his true identity.

But the man with the ghost face mask who revealed his true identity didn't pay any attention to the exclamations of the ancestors of the Chen family and Zhang Yunpeng. After releasing his profound magic skills, he waved a bloody magic light and fell to the bottom In the desert oasis in the desert, he showed his prepared backhand.

"Come out, my servant!"

A low voice came from the mouth of the grimace mask, and the dozens of raised tombs on the oasis ground suddenly exploded with a "boom boom".

Aww!

Roaring sounds like wild beasts came out one after another from the exploding tombs, and then blood demon corpses shot out of the tombs "swish swish" like shells fired one after another. Appeared in the sight of Zhou Yang and others.

Each of these blood demon corpses exudes the aura ranging from the early foundation establishment period to the late foundation establishment period, and each head is refined from the corpses of the foundation establishment period monks.

After they have been sacrificed by the mage monks with the method of refining corpses, they have completely lost their appearance before birth. Their ferocious faces, long and sharp fangs, sharp and long nails, and the blood-colored horn that humans cannot have, are indistinguishable. One does not reveal their heterogeneous identities.

"Jie Jie Jie, now we are evenly matched!"

The man in the grimace mask looked at the blood fiend corpses on the ground that he had carefully cultivated, and laughed strangely in his mouth.

Then, with a stretch of his hand, he took off the grimace mask on his face, revealing a young man's face as pale as snow.

"Let me introduce myself, old man Xue Moluo, the thirty-eighth descendant of the Blood Demon Sect!"

This demon cultivator who called himself "Blood Moluo" obviously had the face of a young man like Zhou Yang, but the words that came out of his mouth were old-fashioned and full of arrogance.

But when he said this, no one had any opinions. A person who could cultivate to the ninth floor of the Purple Mansion would definitely not be a young man in his 20s or 30s. How many, no immortal cultivator would be superficial enough to judge the age of another immortal cultivator by his face.

What surprised Zhou Yang and others was the self-exploded identity of "Blood Moro".

The thirty-eighth generation successor of the Blood Demon Sect!

This identity is very unfamiliar to those of them in the world of cultivating immortals in the boundless sand sea. I am afraid that there will not be more than a handful of monks present who have heard of the "Blood Fiend Demon Sect" this demonic sect.

But this did not prevent them from being surprised by each other's identities.

As we all know, due to everyone shouting and beating demonic monks, there is almost no room for small sects to survive in their internal sects, and demonic sects without monks above the Jindan stage cannot pass on in the world of cultivating immortals.

Under such circumstances, this Xue Moluo claimed to be the thirty-eighth descendant of the "Blood Fiend Demon Sect", so his status was almost comparable to the head of the Huang Shamen.

"Hmph, the Blood Fiend Demon Sect is really powerful, and the name of the Blood Fiend Heavenly Demon is known to everyone in the world of cultivating immortals in Liuyunzhou, but you dare to call yourself the heir of the Demon Sect with a mere ninth-floor cultivation in the Purple Mansion. , I’m not afraid that your uncles and uncles will peel off your skin and make you into a blood corpse after hearing your words!”

The ancestor of the Chen family seemed to know the situation of the "Blood Fiend Demon Sect". When Zhou Yang and others were still surprised by Xue Moluo's words, he taunted the other party with a sneer.

Ever since Xue Moluo revealed his identity as a demonic monk, when he was shocked by the powerful cultivation of the opponent's ninth floor of the purple mansion, he was actually relieved in his heart.

Everyone who is a monk of the demonic way can be punished. Since Xue Moluo is a monk of the demonic way, if he kills this person, not only will he be innocent, but he will have a great merit.

Therefore, when he saw Xue Moluo shamelessly claiming to be the thirty-eighth generation heir of the Blood Fiend Demon Sect, he thought he understood the situation of the Blood Fiend Demon Sect, and immediately sneered and mocked him unceremoniously.

However, after he finished speaking, Xue Moluo had no time to reply, Zhang Yunpeng, who was standing not far from him, said with a solemn expression: "Brother Chen, be careful, this beast may not be lying!"

"As far as Zhang knows, the blood fiend demon who has ravaged the immortal world of Liuyunzhou for thousands of years was betrayed by his disciples decades ago, and was raided by more than ten Nascent Soul stage monks in the immortal world of Liuyunzhou. He was beaten to death, completely destroyed!"

"After that battle, the Blood Fiend Demon Sect, one of the three major sects of the Blood Demon Dao, was almost completely wiped out at the Golden Core level and above, and most of the hidden strongholds including the sect's main rudder were also uprooted, and the Demon Dao that fell directly The number of demons exceeds 3,000, which can be said to be the biggest victory against demons in the past few thousand years!"

The words in Zhang Yunpeng's mouth were fast and urgent, and they were all finished before Xue Moluo spoke.

And after he finished talking about what he knew, he looked at Xue Moluo with a gloomy face and yelled angrily: "The Blood Fiend Demon Sect can't hide in Liuyunzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm anymore, so he wants to come to our extreme west to disturb the Immortal Cultivation Realm Is the wind stirring up the rain? Don’t you think that I, Huang Shamen, is a soft persimmon that can be kneaded by you?”

"Jie Jie Jie, since you know so much about the current situation of the Demon Sect, why are you still asking such stupid words?"

There was a strange smile on Xue Moluo's face, and his tone was full of disdain and he laughed loudly: "That's right, you country bumpkins in the desert who have closed their doors to become emperors of the soil are just soft persimmons. Ruan Persimmon, after recovering his vitality, will definitely return to Liuyun Continent, and let those traitors pay for their betrayal!"

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