Chapter 683 (2/2)

Madame Chunhua is in doubt for a moment and looks at Ye Chen with a little embarrassment. Xue Shiwei is her loyal subordinate. She doesn't want to face in public. However, if the leaf dust is not removed, other loose repairs are obviously dissatisfied.

And leaf dust at this time, is directly raised, eyes such as electricity to look at the middle-aged man, slowly said: ”how, you are not satisfied with me?”

”Not dissatisfied, I just want to know whether you can walk with us in your cultivation.”

The middle-aged man's negative hand is simple and frightening. His cultivation is the most powerful among all the free cultivation. The golden elixir is the highest level, and he is the leader of all free cultivation. Some people call him Zhang Zhenjun. It is said that he was the real king of shangzong. Later, he was expelled from the school and abandoned some of his accomplishments before falling back to the golden elixir.

”Do you want to try it?”

Ye Chen tears a smile from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, the evil spirit of him soared, and the shadow of the nether King loomed behind him. The overwhelming evil spirit filled the whole courtyard like a raging tide sweeping the earth, making those with lower accomplishments unstable.

”It turned out that he was a master of magic cultivation, but Zhang was wrong.”

Zhang Zhenjun laughed, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he stepped back and said nothing.

Other friars looked at them with fear. Magic cultivation is nothing in the galaxy, but once you enter the inferno, you will be able to achieve at least one more level of cultivation in the environment of demonic atmosphere. No one wants to be the enemy of a demon cultivation in Inferno.

”Well, in that case, I'll give you half a day's preparation, and we'll start tonight.”

Mrs. Chunhua made the final decision.

The crowd scattered, until the evening assembly, officially entered the Inferno

And where people don't know.

An old Taoist, dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a fortune telling cloth banner, is holding a little girl in one hand and a simple compass in the other. He shakes his head as he walks”The monks in this star field are really going back more and more. One hundred thousand years ago, there were still people who could prove the truth. Now, there are not even a few Yuanying. It's really disgraceful to our monks. As expected, the orthodoxy is incomplete, and the immortal Dharma does not exist. Even Yuanying is in such decline. It's a pity. Where is the big chance that Lao Dao is looking for? I'm so worried. ”

”Grandfather, what's the big chance?”

The little girl asked vaguely, with her fingers in her mouth.

She looks only seven or eight years old. She is wearing a small pink cotton padded jacket. She looks like a doll, but she has reached the peak of golden elixir. No less than Yin You Lian.

”You can't say it, you can't say it. This is the secret of Tianda, involving numerous holy places and great religions. It's a pity that those real Holy Land missionaries have their own blood lineage. Your grandfather, I can only make some small opportunities here in this remote little star. ”

Lao Dao shakes his head, as if he is sighing.

If someone sees it, they will find that the old way seems to be step by step, but he steps out step by step, which is a thousand miles away. It's a long way to go.

He took his little granddaughter, staggered, step by step, towards the compass pointer direction, somehow, that direction, even vaguely pointed to the inferno.

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On the other side, ye Chen and others formally enter Inferno through the wide entrance of Tianyuan. Li can perceive that this place and the place where the moon rises seem to have changed into a world. The land is dark brown, there is not much vegetation, no flowers and trees in full bloom, not even birds, animals, fish and insects. There is only a barren world. The ground is full of strange phosphorous rocks, and occasionally there is a plant.

But these plants are more like ghosts, twisted bodies, withered branches and leaves, like completely dead old trees, some even covered with black scales, like trees are not trees, like strange.

A friar passed by, and the black scale monster tree instantly popped up branches, like a pair of ghost ropes, violently strangled the monk, strangled him on the spot, and then greedily sucked the blood of the monk, like a monster.

Like this, magic trees can be found everywhere in Inferno. The deeper you go, the more you go