I wanted to go to the Demon Realm, but I didn't expect to be rejected by the Immortal Alliance.

Fang Yuan remained silent. Since returning from Bahuang City, he asked the old deacon to find a large number of Dianjie related to the Demon Realm. After reading it carefully several times, the old deacon also guessed Fang Yuan’s idea. Although he asked Dianjie according to his words, he still advised him several times in private and knew that Daozi was willing to serve. However, from the perspective of the Immortal Alliance, the Demon Border, or even the Wangqing Island, you are not suitable for participating in this matter now. After all, we are also a high-ranking and important figure. How can we take such a risk?

His words were very reasonable, and Fang Yuan agreed. The old deacon was relieved and went to work hard. Although a large number of monsters have been basically eliminated, there are still many things to do in the demon edge, such as training troops, patroling, planting immortal seeds, etc.

However, the old deacon thought that his Taoist had just finished a big thing and became famous all over the world. He should have a few days of leisure, drink tea, read books, etc., and wait for the four secret realms to open to seize a fortune of his own. In this way, it is a good thing whether it is the other party’s original cultivation path or the earnest instructions of his ancestors from the Forgetful Island.

But unexpectedly, in less than half a month, he had handled the affairs of the inner court on this day and came to pay tribute to Fang Yuan as usual, but suddenly found that Fang Yuan was missing. In the empty hall, only one military seal was hanging on the Ming Hall!

The old deacon was stunned. It took a long time to understand and come over: "Run?"

"I actually ran away?"

“…”

“…”

Only then did he realize that Fang Yuan had never given up on going to the Demon Realm, and he knew that his current identity would not allow him to go to the Demon Realm to take risks, but he simply didn't tell anyone, and he hanged his seal and left.

In a shock, the old deacon had to send a letter to Wangqing Island while coming to Bahuang City to report.

"Have you left with the seal?"

Elder Gu Tie was also shocked when he heard the news: "Where did you go?"

The old deacon looked worried: "I'm worried that he will go to the demon realm!"

"It's just a mess!"

Elder Gu Tie looked solemn: "What is his identity? Daozi of Wangqing Island, the guardian of the Shenguan, has made great contributions on the edge of the demon, and has made great contributions and has become a god half-step. If this kind of human genius falls into the hands of the old monsters in the Demon Realm, how could he come back easily? It's so nonsense? How could he do such a person like this? Do you really think the Demon Realm is so easy to break into?"

"Even if you are a great cultivator of the God Transformation, you dare not enter and exit the demon realm easily!"

"If he encounters danger on the territory of those old demons, even the saints may not be able to rescue them in time!"

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“…”

After the two discussed, they could only temporarily suppress the news that Fang Yuan had left the demon edge so that more people could guess where he was going. At the same time, they hurriedly sent out countless spies and spies, just thinking about finding Fang Yuan quickly and persuading him to come back. Otherwise, whether it was something wrong with him or the impact on the peace plan of the Immortal Alliance, it would be an unbearable result!

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Just as the Demon Suppression Pass was in chaos, Fang Yuan had already taken the white cat and crossed Dangyou Mountain, which was in the east of the demon border. He was wearing a green robe and slowly walked on the desolate land. His shadow was stretched long by the sunset behind him.

"I have had so many dealings with the Demon Realm, so I should always see what it looks like, right?"

Fang Yuan thought that his way of hanging the seal was quite interesting, and said to the white cat squatting on his shoulder.

"Meow?"

The white cat squinted his eyes and shouted ignorantly.

After spending a long time with the white cat, although the white cat cannot speak and cannot communicate with people with spiritual consciousness... or if it is too lazy to communicate with people's spiritual consciousness... But Fang Yuan could still understand its meaning, shook his head, and said, "I have no specific purpose, I just have to go over and take a look. If I can help the Immortal Alliance, I will help. If I can't help, I will kill a few more demons!"

After a pause, he smiled and said, "The most important thing is to kill a few demons!"

The white cat stopped answering this time, but just shrank into a snowball and squatted with an expression of "It's good if you are happy".

Fang Yuan stopped talking and speeded up.

With his current cultivation level, his body quickly became blurred when he walked quickly.

After counting breaths, it seemed as if an invisible door appeared in front of him, and his figure disappeared directly.

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The Demon Realm is located between Jiuzhou and the Demonic Edge. It is a vast wasteland with almost no plains in the realm, only endless mountains and grass.

It is connected to Jiuzhou in the east, with Yumen Shenguan as the boundary, the Demonic border in the west, and the Dangming Mountain as the boundary. Although this area is desolate, its terrain is extremely wide, almost one-third of the size of the entire Jiuzhou. It looks like there are green mountains and clear waters everywhere, and it seems that the environment is very good. But in fact, this huge area lacks spiritual veins, which is not particularly suitable for practice, but is a desolate place in the eyes of practitioners.

And eight out of ten monsters in this world gather in this domain.

According to legend, in ancient times, the demon clan still lived with the human clan and fought endlessly. Later, the human clan was strong and monopolized the treasure land of Jiuzhou. The demon clan was expelled into the deserted mountains of the demon realm. The blood feud between the two sides had been around for a long time and had fought against each other for countless years. But now, under the threat of the great catastrophe, he had to give up his grudges and began to gather together to fight against the great catastrophe from heaven.

Fang Yuan also knew that if his identity entered the demon realm, it would definitely cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. Therefore, after entering the demon realm, he covered up his aura and looked like an ordinary man in green robe. As long as he did not encounter some old monsters with extremely profound practice, let alone seeing through his identity, he would probably not even be able to distinguish whether he is a human or a demon.

"This is the demon realm?"

From the first moment he stepped on the land of the demon realm, Fang Yuan felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He was born to hate demons, and he could kill him when he encountered them. He never thought that he would have the moment he would step on the earth of the demon realm.

However, since we are here, we must take a good look at these demons.

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After identifying the location, Fang Yuan knew that he should be in the west of the Demon Realm, near Xiaojun Mountain, the Holy Mountain of the Demon Realm.

This demon realm lacks spiritual veins and has thin spiritual energy. If you want to practice, you rely entirely on some spiritual resources.

These mountains that can produce some spiritual ore god mines are called holy mountains by the demon realm, and are all occupied by monsters of various veins.

Legend has it that these holy mountains rose along the Styx River, which was unknown whether it existed in the Demon Realm. After being washed by the river, many divine ore and alien gold were raised. People in the Demon Clan mined it and could use the spiritual practice in the Divine Mine.

After identifying the direction, Fang Yuan did not prepare to do something immediately, but instead raised his hands and walked slowly.

He is going to take a look first.

He wanted to see how the demons that invaded Yunzhou and poisoned creatures grew up thousands of years ago.

The green robe was swinging, Fang Yuan walked among the mountains. When there were people, the speed would be slower. When there was no one, the speed would be faster. Sometimes he was like a long and innocent traveler, sometimes he was like a shadow, wandering on the earth of the demon realm.

Soon, in front of him, he saw the shadows of trees sparsely. A small valley between the mountains appeared. It was scattered inside, with several dilapidated thatched houses and sparse smoke from cooking. It seemed to be a small village with the magical spirit inside. It was obvious that demons gathered for many years. Fang Yuan decided on the direction and walked over, and his mind was slightly raised at this time.

"At the beginning of a person, he is good in nature, his nature is similar, and his habits are different..."

But unexpectedly, just as I walked to the edge of the village, Fang Yuan heard a loud sound of reading.

This made him somewhat surprised. After he hesitating, he walked in.

I saw this small tribe with only dozens of thatched houses, only about a radius. There was a huge millstone in the middle of the village, next to it was an ancient well. Next to the magic plate, there was an old man in a gray robe and a hunched back, carrying seven or eight coats of hair in coarse cloth clothes, and behind him were also studying. His voice was tender, and he shook his head one by one.

And next to the well not far away, there were several shirtless men busying themselves.

Their figure looks like a strong man, but some have long ears, some have protruding sharp teeth, and some have a wolf head. They are holding sharp blades, peel off the deer skin in their hands, cut them into pieces, and then throw them into the steaming pot in front of them. From time to time, they glance at the group of small hair balls studying, with a smile on their faces.

On the other side, there was a group of fat women pounding their clothes by the river. Laughing came from time to time, sounding very happy. The sound of reading, the smell of meat, and the sound of washing clothes made this small village unspeakable quiet and quiet.

Fang Yuan stood quietly at the entrance of the village, feeling that the atmosphere was completely different from what he thought.

"You...who are you?"

At this moment, a hesitant voice sounded, but it was the old man who was teaching Xiaomaotuan to read. As soon as he looked up, he saw Fang Yuan standing in the village, with a white robe squatting on his shoulders and a spotless green robe. He was surprised and thought to himself when this person came. Even if he was old and had no clue, why did so many people in the tribe not notice it at all?

“Wow…”

Before Fang Yuan could answer, everyone else noticed his existence and was shocked.

The sound of reading disappeared, and a group of small groups of hair looked over with curious eyes.

The man who was slaughtering the deer was holding a deer-skinning knife in his hand, with fierce eyes and staring at Fang Yuan.

The fat women who were washing clothes by the river all stood up in a daze, their faces looking a little frightened.

"I don't know where this guest came from..."

At this time, the old man who was teaching stood up tremblingly and bowed to Fang Yuan: "Is it a demon... or a human?"

Fang Yuan quietly looked at the people around him, and after a while, he said, "It's a human!"

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