"Don't play tricks. If you want to avenge your master, you have to rely on the deity, and your disciples. If you want them to survive, it depends on the deity's meaning."

The Demon King Ji Huang looked down at the monk Xuanhe and said sarcastically.

The reason why he did not kill the monk Xuanhe was naturally useful.

The monk Xuanhe and the old man Tuijing are close friends. Both of them are proficient in calculation techniques, knowing yin and yang, and knowing fate.

Faced with the threat of the Demon Lord Ji Huang, the monk Xuanhe did not answer.

He has long been used to it.

"By the way, is Zhou Xuanji the son of the eternal emperor?"

The Demon Lord Ji Huang continued to ask, his eyes full of profound meaning.

He knew the relationship between the monk Xuanhe and Master Zhou Xuanji.

It is really a drama that the murderer of the monk Xuanhe’s master and his close friend’s disciple.

"No, the Eternal Emperor's Son has someone else, he has been born."

The monk Xuanhe replied, making the Demon Lord Ji Huang frown.

"Is Emperor Yang the son of the eternal emperor?"

"no."

"Emperor Jiang Wu?"

"no."

"Origin?"

"impossible!"

“…”

Demon King Ji Huang fell into silence, his eyes flashed with anger.

He asked in a deep voice: "Then tell me, who is the son of the eternal emperor?"

The legend of the eternal emperor's son is really mysterious. If it really exists, it will inevitably become his obstacle.

"I don't know."

The monk Xuanhe replied, and the demon king Ji Huang widened his eyes and stretched out his palm to slap him in the air.

boom!

The monk Xuanhe was slapped by the palm wind and hit the wall, blood spurted out along his throat.

The Demon Lord Ji Huang snorted coldly and turned around and left.

...

Three months later.

Zhou Xuanji and others walked in the desert, following hundreds of people, practicing swords while moving forward.

Now, the number of second-generation disciples has reached 121.

After Zhou Xuanji's tribulation battle, his fame reached a new peak. He had passed by a dynasty before, which attracted countless people to come. After half a month of assessment, he accepted dozens of disciples with very good qualifications.

His request has always been to be better than to be too little.

These second-generation disciples have strong comprehension in swordsmanship and can learn a set of swordsmanship in a short period of time, but it will take time to achieve success.

Xu Yang has become the eldest brother among the second generation of disciples. Although there are people who are talented beyond him, no one has a more reckless personality than him.

What's more, he has already worshipped Xiao Jinghong as his teacher, who is Zhou Xuanji's only disciple.

At this moment, Ning Zifeng was teaching the second generation of disciples to practice swords. Everyone's movements were consistent with him, and the picture was particularly spectacular.

Zhou Xuanji and the old man Tuoya and Xian Xianghua talked about the hidden powerhouses in the Northern Wilderness Region in front of him.

Jiang Xue, Xiao Jinghong, Zhao Congjian, Han Shenbo, Chongming Demon Emperor, Huang Lianxin, and Bei Xiaowang King Jian were all listening carefully.

Little Black Snake, Zhou Xiaoqi is teasing Zhang Kuanglan.

Two dragon eagles hovered and patrolled them.

"I've always been curious, who taught Emperor Yang?"

The old man from Thieves asked Xian Xianghua that among the crowd, Xian Xianghua knew Emperor Yang best, after all, they had fought three times.

Xian Xianghua rolled his eyes and said, "How can I know?"

Zhou Xuanji was thinking about the affairs of the Haotian Sect.

Will there be more than one demon in Haotian Church remain in the world?

Otherwise, with Zhang Kuanglan's current cultivation level, it would not affect anything at all.

At this time.

Xian Xianghua suddenly stopped, and the same was true for the old man from Thieves' Cliff.

Zhou Xuanji looked up and saw a figure walking towards him in front of him.

"All be on guard!"

Ning Zifeng suddenly shouted loudly, shocking all the second-generation disciples to stop.

"The cultivation level of the Mahayana realm is not worth fearing."

Xian Xianghua laughed softly, and the others were speechless.

The little black snake couldn't help asking, "You are all disabled and you still despise the Mahayana?"

As soon as the words fell, a murderous aura made it tremble all over. He quickly shut up and hid behind Zhou Xiaoqi.

"Born of extraordinary nature, life is full of purple aura, life is jealous, life is hard to die."

A vicissitudes of life came from the front, moving Zhou Xuanji and others slightly.

The visitor is not good!

This sentence is obviously about Zhou Xuanji.

"Who is your lord? Come and sign up."

The old man from Thief asked loudly, and he was not worried. Zhou Xuanji is now strong enough. The Mahayana realm alone is not enough to cause a threat.

The man walked out of the wind and sand. He was wearing an old yellow robe and a wooden hairpin was inserted into his bun. His face was thin and his eyes were cold.

He stared at Zhou Xuanji, ignored the others, and said, "I don't have a name. You can ask me to seek the truth. I walk in the world, just to pursue the trajectory of the way of heaven."

Seeking the truth?

Zhou Xuanji muttered: "Did you have encountered a snake spirit?"

The others also frowned, and all subconsciously sought the Tao that they had a bad mind.

I walked around for the Tao, but my eyes did not shift.

"You do not belong to the Northern Wilderness Region, but you can activate the fate of the Northern Wilderness Region. You are not the heaven, the son of the eternal emperor, nor the son of luck. Who are you?"

He continued to ask, listening to Zhou Xuanji's thoughtfulness.

Could it be that this guy saw that he was reincarnated?

Ning Zifeng drew his sword and rushed over and cursed: "Crazy Old Taoist, who allows you to come and talk nonsense!"

In the blink of an eye, he came to the seeking Taoism and slashed it with his sword.

He asked the Tao to avoid it with a clever way. Facing Ning Zifeng's fast sword, he did not take action, but just dodged.

Both of them were very fast, which made the second generation of disciples dazzled.

"So fast!"

"That old man can actually avoid Senior Ning's sword!"

"Can't you really be powerful?"

"Anyway, there is a master here, so don't be afraid."

"That's right, there's the first person in the Demonic Way."

The second generation of disciples laughed and talked, all of them were relaxed and not nervous.

Xian Xianghua frowned and murmured: "Please, this name sounds so familiar, it seems that I have heard it somewhere."

Zhou Xuanji glanced at her without asking.

"Zi Feng, come back."

He shouted, and when he heard this, Ning Zifeng snorted coldly, withdrew his sword and retreated.

It seems very unkind, but in fact I feel relieved.

This old Taoist is unfathomable!

He stopped and looked at Zhou Xuanji with doubts.
To be continued...