Sang never knew that every time the Sword Sect came to the Immortal Sect, the entrance to the Earth Demon.

"The entrance to the Earth Evil and the Demon Abyss are both in the Immortal Sect. I think in ancient times, the predecessors of Taixuan Immortal Sect did it independently, to guard this evil place, so that the entire continent does not have to worry about it. It is worthy of being an ancient sect and is very grand."

There are blew of yin winds inside the Earth Demon, but at the same time there is a burning heat coming from the heart, making people feel anxious and dry.

Sang couldn't help licking his lips, and like other disciples around him, he found a suitable position to sit in meditation and practice, and then continued to move forward after adapting to the environment.

Not only did she come here to practice, but she also wanted to sacrifice and refine magic weapons. The evil spirit was too thin enough.

"mulberry."

Someone was calling her in the thin black air.

Sang turned around and met a pair of familiar eyebrows, which were the eyes of his enemies.

She finally understood what the enemy was narrow and she didn't want to say hello.

Li Jinzhi, who had been sitting here for a long time, was covered in simplicity. She looked at Sang quietly and said coldly: "I advise you not to make babies. My aunt goes thousands of miles a day in practice, and you can only die."

"Oh, then I'd rather have a baby quickly so that I won't be able to catch up in the future." Sang didn't know what she was thinking, so she turned around and left.

Li Jinzhi smiled bitterly, closed her eyes slightly and continued to practice.

Sang stayed in the Earth Demon for six years. She kept sacrificing her natal magic weapon inside, completely ignoring the sun. When she came out, she almost turned into a beggar.

Fortunately, the quality of the sword sect is good, otherwise...

Her robe hasn't woken up yet.

"Why is it not awake yet? Do you don't like me as your master?" When Sang said goodbye to Weishu, he couldn't help asking.

Seeing that she was covered in dust, even the beads on her head became dark and ferocious, as if she had come out of a black mine, she couldn't help but feel a little funny: "You go and take a shower first and take a rest, and show me the fairy feather."

Sang felt a little embarrassed: "Thank you, Daojun, I will definitely repay you well when I get a baby."

Sang swore in his heart that she would help Weishu Daojun at all costs because he was so nice to her.

"It's good to have the intention." Wei Shu Daojun said as he set up a way to do things, turned around and began to check the status of the spirit of the weapon.

When Sang left, Daojun Wei Shu turned cold and reached out to grab the fairy feather clothes. A transparent weapon spirit was caught.

Because its head is as big as an umbrella and its limbs are slender, it is named a small umbrella, and it shrinks into a ball as soon as it comes out, making it feel aggrieved.

"The spirit of magic weapon should be loyal to its master. I forgot to let Sangqiu you have a mark." Wei Shu Daojun said, and he pinched the spirit of the weapon in his hand with two fingers.

"No, Weishu Daojun, Xiao Um only recognizes you as the master, and don't want anything else." The spirit of the artifact struggled. It still remembers that the Sang looked like a country bumpkin, and how could he recognize her as the master.

The Taoist Master Weishu didn't listen to him at all. He burst out all over his body and instantly frozen the spirit of the weapon into a ball. He threw it out through the void, and sent a message to Sang: "Recognize him."

Sang was taking a bath at this time. He heard this and was so shocked that he fell into the water. He looked around but couldn't find anyone. Then he suddenly floated up and reached out to grab the frozen spirit of the weapon.

She didn't have to guess and probably knew the cause and effect of things. She didn't have a kind heart, so she could only say that she would persuade the spirit to accept her fate.

He quickly got started and let the spirit of the instrument recognize itself as the main force and control the spirit center so that it cannot violate its commands.

Then she gently touched the big head of the weapon spirit named Xiao Umbrella and said, "You can still think that Weishu Taoist Lord is your master."

At this time, the little umbrella was stunned, not because she was forced to recognize her master, but because the soul of this master and the former master seemed...

Sang thought it was not happy, so he summoned Yaoyao to play with it. When it nodded stiffly, Sang had already taken a shower and put on the fairy feathers sent by the little demons.

The spirit of the weapon returned to the body, and the already gorgeous fairy feathers flashed with a bright light, making it even more gorgeous. The power of the best magic weapon instantly rippled in the cave. The spiritual wind rose and rolled up many objects that had previously shining light but became dim at this time were flying everywhere.

Sang quickly put on the robes of the Sword Sect Qingxiao Palace on his coat, and was ready to leave with his sword in his arms.

Weishu Daojun is busy with things, so there is no need to disturb him.

For farewell, just send a message and take a picture.

When he returned to the Sword Sect, Sang was dragged to the sword formation by several Sword Sect friends.

What surprised her was that many of them had become the true Lord of the Nascent Soul.

"The sword sect is blooming, and the sword cultivators have achieved twice the result with half the effort. Where have you been dead over the years?" Hua Qianque has not yet become the True Lord of the Yuanying, but the difference is not big. Looking at Sang Po, he feels a little regretful that he is not strong enough.

Sang touched his head: "That, I was sent to do a mission by the sect. Don't worry, let's get married. Anyway, we're just going to watch the fun. This kind of world competition is the venue for Senior Brother Qingran and the others."

"Ah, Sang, do you know how high the mortality rate in the game is? You will die if you don't work hard! No matter if you are the Golden Pill Yuanying transforming into a god, or even practicing Qi to build a foundation, it's hard to say who can laugh to the end after entering!" Hua Qianque saw that her friend was so calm, she was a little uneasy.

"If it weren't for the fact that the Taoist Lord Weishu had survived two tribulations and became the real Taoist Lord over the years, he wouldn't even dare to say that he would definitely be the first!" Hua Qianque said irritably, "You fool, don't you think that this kind of competition in the big world really makes you watch the fun, right?"

"Ah, if you can beat it, if you can beat it, if you can give up." Sang didn't think much about it, thinking that it was similar to the previous games, and the fight was cruel and death and injuries were inevitable, but...

"Every time the Dragon Ascension, one out of ten monks will be present, and countless monks are watched by the robbery and killings. This is related to the ranking of sects in the entire Taixuan world and the battle for the fortune of cultivators. Do you think it's a house to play?"

A stern voice came, and it was Shangguan Haoran. His sword intent was superb, but his cultivation was barely in the late stage of the Nascent Soul because he was too young.

He had a strong aura, and his expression was serious at this time. His stern reprimanding look made Sang, who had just crawled out of the dark evil land, feel a little tingling, as if he couldn't stand the light and his head was a little dizzy.

Shangguan Haoran could see at a glance that her breath was dark all over her body, and she frowned: "Have you been to the realm of demon cultivators over the years? I advise you to avoid dating with demon cultivators. There is a difference between Taoist demons and demons, and not to be divided by good and evil."

"I went to the Immortal Sect's evil energy cave to refine magic weapons." Sang quickly explained, afraid that he would say more harsh words, "Senior Brother Qingran, I have definitely been doing serious business over the years, and the head of the sect can testify."

Shangguan Haoran stopped saying anything, but threw an ancient copper ring over and said, "The family does not answer to use this magic weapon as compensation, you can find another one."

"Ah?" Sang took the copper ring and it was a top-grade spiritual treasure phantom spirit beast bracelet. He was shocked. Even such a top-grade spiritual treasure could not match it. So what would she pay for it? The pressure was so great.

She touched her nose, put it away in disappointment, turned around and followed the others to go to the sword formation to practice combat skills.

Since the journey of Zhoutian is so dangerous, let everything else be aside, and practice is greater than that of heaven.
Chapter completed!