The devil revives, and the world is in chaos.

"Master, have you remembered something wrong? Isn't the only demon seeds left in the land of demon subduing? Historical books have recorded that the demons ten thousand years ago were either sent back to the rift or died in the hands of monks. How... how could it be resurrected?"

Xia Jue smiled slightly, just like before, "So, history books can actually be lying. Of course, it may not be considered a lie in them. After all, letting these demons sleep for thousands of years, for those who have passed away, it should be no different from those who have died."

While speaking, the group had already arrived at the entrance of the Land of Demon Subduing Demons.

A disciple whispered, "Why did I get in so long, but it took me only half a day to come out?"

Feng Qi glanced at the disciple behind him, and the disciple immediately shut up.

"It's shrinking the ground into an inch."

After all, if there were no man in gray, this place of demon subduing is actually just like this in Xia Jue's opinion.

After Xia Jue sent the person in here, he disappeared alone in the land of demon subduing.

It was not until the figure disappeared that Feng Qi seemed to suddenly remember something and patted his head, "Why did you forget to ask the master to try to draw that sword too!"

Feng Qi sighed heavily, then looked back at the dark dark place of demon subduing. He waved his sleeves heavily and said he was a little heavy, "Return to the Sect!"

...

On the other side, Ning Fan was not as smooth as Feng Qi. He almost circled around for a long time before finally discovering the formation he was looking for.

After seeing the formation, Ning Fan made the same move as Feng Qi. He also stepped forward and tried to pull out the magic sword inserted in the center.

Of course, there is still no result.

Ning Fan returned to his team, and a faint contemplation appeared on his face.

The deputy asked him carefully, "What's wrong?"

Ning Fan said, "The evil aura emitted from this magic sword is much heavier than the evil aura emitted from the magic sword that stuck to the junior sister before."

After all, the deputy was with Ning Fan for many years, and almost immediately realized what Ning Fan wanted to express.

"You mean, this formation may be the main formation of the chain formation?"

Ning Fan didn't say anything, but everyone could see that he was thinking that way.

The deputy thought about it, lowered his head and asked in his ear, "Does that mean that the person we are looking for may be nearby?"

Ning Fan spread his spiritual sense and soon covered a large area nearby.

The disciples of the Shadow Pavilion stood silently behind Ning Fan, continuing to maintain the silence that should be in the team, as if they were waiting for Ning Fan's final verdict.

Ning Fan didn't search for it for a long time, but he retracted his spiritual sense in just about ten breaths.

But while he took back his spiritual sense, he also spit out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone suddenly became alert, because in addition to Ning Fan's strangeness, they also felt a strange feeling of coldness from the air.

We are all high-level monks, and we are naturally extremely sensitive to unknown signs.

Slowly they found that the originally quiet forest began to blew winds. Of course, it was not ordinary winds, but cold wind mixed with strong demonic energy and resentment.

Ning Fan looked pale and stared in a certain direction with caution, not daring to relax.

The Phantom Blood Blade began to run wildly around him, forming a series of rapid rotation afterimages.

He was obviously seriously injured, but he had no sense of rest at all. He was obviously also alert to something.

The surrounding wind became stronger and stronger, and even many magic plants with shallow roots were uprooted by the Yin wind, rolled into the vortex and were shattered, thus completely losing their vitality.

The deputy didn't care about the messy long hair that was blown by the wind, and turned his head and asked, "Why did you suddenly vomit blood just now? Did you find something while exploring?"

Ning Fan's hood had long been blown off by the wind, revealing a flawless face. His pair of strange eyes were like different colors of glass, clear and bizarre.

"I found nothing, but I felt a malice against me, and then my spiritual sense was injured and forced to retract it."

In other words, he was attacked and injured without even seeing the enemy's face...

The deputy silently suppressed the surprise in his heart.

Their Pavilion Master's cultivation is not low, but now he can't even notice who hurts him. This incident also shows from the side that this person's cultivation and strength are far above their Pavilion Master.

Just as the deputy was still thinking about it, a strange and strange voice suddenly rang out.

"Are you looking for me?"

As the sound rose and fell, the cold wind became more and more intense. If they had not had spiritual energy to protect their bodies, they would have been scratched by flying sand and stones, just like those shattered magic plants.

A figure gradually appeared in the center of the cold wind, with a gray-clad hat with a face tightly covered by a hood.

Yes, this figure was not affected by the cold wind. Although he was standing in the center of the storm, his clothes and hood quietly fell around him, without floating or being messy. He only swayed slightly on his side as he got closer and closer.

Everyone understood that this person was probably the one they were looking for, but at the same time, there was another voice in their hearts questioning, facing such an opponent, would they really have the ability to defeat him?

The pressure exuded by the man in gray crushed everyone here. He was high above, with his lips curled up in the curve of his heart, and his attitude seemed to despise a group of ants he looked down upon.

"I didn't expect that you were really found." As he said, he raised his hand.

Ning Fan noticed that the magic sword in the formation had obviously had abnormal movements, but even if it was abnormal movements, it never left its place, but just shook symbolically for a few times.

In addition, Ning Fan also felt that the figure of this man looked a little familiar.

His eyes were dim and he suddenly remembered someone.

Once before the rift of Fenglin Star River was sealed again, once before the capsizing of the sky...

The same figure seemed to appear, but in those two times, the man did not speak, nor did he release the pressure and the demonic energy in his body like he is now, but he showed his face like a shadow and left.

"Who are you? Why do you need to set up such a formation!"

Ning Fan is not a fool either. He has made many assumptions and conjectures alone along the way.

Although he didn't recognize these formations, he vaguely guessed what these formations were used for.

The curve of the corners of the gray-clothed man's lips rose a little further.

"The Lord of Shadow Pavilion...tsk, you are much worse than your senior brother."

Ning Fan frowned, feeling that this person was deliberately changing the topic.

Ning Fan was not curious about why the man in gray knew Xia Jue. After all, with his reputation as Xia Jue, there was almost no one who didn't know him in this realm of Cang.

Ning Fan gave the deputy beside him a hint of his eyes.

The deputy immediately followed a group of people and gradually disappeared.

The man in gray turned his head, "You don't think that such a little man can kill me with just a few tricks."

"It's really not the way a smart person..." After saying that, the man in gray suddenly waved his sleeves, and the Yin Feng surrounding him seemed to have received some command, and directly turned into a black dragon.
Chapter completed!