Chapter 208

Three days later.

Outside the Ten Thousand Mountains, a faint escape light merged into a spiritual and deep valley, appeared in a huge Dharma altar in an instant, then manifested in a large hall in the center of the altar, and finally turned into a youth in yellow robes.

He looked around the hall and saw eight fierce god carvings surrounding the red light flame in the center. After turning around a few times, his face showed a happy expression, as if he had gained a lot.

He turned into an escape light again, merged into the round hole leading to the second floor above his head, ignored the half-person-high stone platform in the space inside the round hole, and escaped into another round hole above his head.

But he saw that this place was no longer as hot and unbearable as the first and second floors, but rather extremely cold, and even the ground was cast from solid ice.

"Not bad, the Xuanhuo Mirror is the most yang and rigid object in the world, which can summon the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon to burn everything in the world. If combined with the Baxiong Xuanhuo Array, it should have the miraculous power to destroy heaven and earth."

The youth in yellow robes said to himself:

"Now that I have seen the Baxiong Xuanhuo Array, I have fully understood the essence of the array!"

At this time, a low, slightly surprised, soft, and slightly desolate female voice sounded:

"Who are you?"

"Zhang Xiaofan, Changhong Sword Master, specifically here to take a look at the miraculous array with the power to destroy heaven and earth."

The woman was silent for a while, her tone carrying a hint of surprise:

"You are not a real person."

"Good eyesight. I once entered a dream to cultivate and realized the power of wandering gods, that is, sitting quietly with eyes closed, my mind can travel thousands of miles away."

The youth in yellow robes said with a smile:

"The figure in front of you is just an incarnation of my divine thought."

"Good ability. No wonder you are not a disciple of Fenxiang Valley, yet you can sneak into the third floor of the Xuanhuo Altar without alarming the old ghost Shangguan and the Red Flame Beast guarding the altar."

"As expected of a nine-tailed Heavenly Fox, even after suffering three hundred years of torture in the Baxiong Xuanhuo Array, you still have spare energy."

"Considering that you broke into Fenxiang Valley to snatch the Xuanhuo Mirror to save your offspring, I might as well save you too."

"Anyway, since I'm here, I, the Changhong Sword Master, am not stingy about fulfilling a mother-son affection."

An object the size of half a palm appeared in front of the youth in yellow robes. It was round, with a jade ring of emerald green color on the outside. In the middle of the jade ring was a small, mirror-like but not mirror-like, crimson thin piece, with an ancient-shaped flame totem carved in the middle.

"Xuanhuo Mirror, what did you do to Xiao Liu?" The woman's voice suddenly became impatient.

"If it weren't for my help, your son would have become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks with a three-tailed demon fox."

"Then you are just a strand of divine thought, why can you carry the Xuanhuo Mirror?"

The youth in yellow robes chuckled:

"Generally speaking, spiritual magic treasures can often merge with the owner after long-term cultivation, but there are always some divine objects in the world that are too spiritual for the human body to bear, so they can only be carried around."

"Although the Xuanhuo Mirror is a rare divine object in the world, I, the Changhong Sword Master, am also a peerless talent never seen since ancient times, and should be able to refine it."

"This strand of divine thought is also myself, probably having thirty percent of my cultivation, so why can't I carry the treasure?"

When he said this, he threw the Xuanhuo Mirror to the second floor of the Xuanhuo Altar and said again:

"I think your Heavenly Fox lineage also has a way to find blood relatives, so I won't say much. You can find it yourself. Now I have used the Xuanhuo Mirror to remove the imprisonment of the Xuanhuo Chain on you. Goodbye."

As the Xuanhuo Mirror returned to the third floor of the Xuanhuo Altar, the youth in yellow robes and it turned into the same escape light and disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, the celestial phenomena where the Xuanhuo Altar was located changed suddenly, and fire light soared into the sky.

More than two thousand miles away from the Ten Thousand Mountains, a black sedan chair was parked by the East Sea.

After a while, a youth in yellow robes walked out of the sedan and sighed:

"Sigh, don't hide, you've been watching me for half an hour."

A middle-aged scholar walked out of the nearby forest. He had thin eyebrows and a square face, looked elegant, but his eyes were bright and his forehead was full.

"Looking at the formation of the little brother's travel, and the not-shallow cultivation, you should be a disciple of a famous sect."

The middle-aged scholar looked envious:

"I have admired high-level cultivators since I was a child, but unfortunately, I don't have enough opportunity and can't find a way in. Today, seeing a disciple of a big sect like the little brother, it is truly a great honor."

"You are overacting. If you like to act, you should first restrain the aura of not being angry but powerful between your eyebrows, and then throw away the light purple jade pendant at your waist. Only then will you look like an ordinary scholar traveling the world."

The youth in yellow robes pretended to examine the middle-aged scholar's face:

"Looking at your eyebrows, I always feel a bit familiar, which makes me think of a very stupid demon girl. She is so stupid that I can't bear to have the heart to slay demons and eliminate devils."

"I was just thinking, if the monsters of the Demon Sect were all like her, then there would be no day for them to make a comeback."

"You are the stupid one!"

Hearing the end, a girl in green really couldn't bear it and jumped out from behind a big tree:

"Zhang Xiaofan, it's a pity you are still a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, actually liking to talk about people behind their backs."

The youth in yellow robes spread his hands and looked at the middle-aged scholar:

"Look, I just said it casually, and she popped out like this. Looking at this cute and silly appearance, how can I still have the heart to kill?"

The Guiwang sighed slightly:

"Sure enough, the younger generation is formidable. No wonder my daughter said you are a rare talent, so even if you encounter various dangers, you can calmly find subtle clues."

Zhuang Buran said unhurriedly:

"Actually, you can also think that there are too many stupid people in the world, which sets off my intelligence."

He pointed at the Guiwang with a smile, and then pointed at Biyao:

"Seeing your clumsy acting, I know that there is a father, there must be a daughter."

The Guiwang revealed the deep power he had slightly concealed, and more than a dozen figures with cold and fierce temperaments appeared around him.

The youth in yellow robes sneered:

"It seems Biyao's returning evil for good is a family tradition."

"Little brother is joking. You once shared life and death with my daughter, how could I attack my daughter's benefactor?" The Guiwang said sternly:

"Coming to see you in person today is to sincerely thank you, because if it weren't for the little brother's help, the consequences would be unimaginable."

The youth in yellow robes looked like he already believed it:

"That's good. I almost thought you were coming to coerce me into joining the Demon Sect, and if I wasn't willing, you would kill me."

"Hahaha, you are indeed as my daughter said, very humorous."

The youth in yellow robes suddenly smiled:

"Since you are here, I think there is one thing we can cooperate on."

He stepped down, and a burst of energy instantly shook Biyao and the others away. A hot and surging fire formed a flame space, and flame chains suddenly bound the Guiwang's hands and feet.

"I haven't learned the Baxiong Xuanhuo Array for long, let you laugh."

Seeing that he couldn't break free from the flame chains no matter what, the Guiwang couldn't help but say stiffly:

"During the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, you didn't use your real strength at all. With such cultivation, are you really a disciple who just joined the Qingyun Sect five years ago?"

"As expected of the Sect Leader of the Guiwang Sect of the Demon Sect, you found out my background so quickly."

The youth in yellow robes clapped and smiled:

"Eight hundred years ago, the Lianxue Hall lineage of the Demon Sect was the only one, and later the Hehuan Sect stood out in the Demon Sect."

"After the Black-Hearted Demon of Lianxue Hall passed away, the Wandu Sect and Changsheng Hall gradually flourished for eight hundred years. However, in just three hundred years, the Guiwang Sect lineage of the Demon Sect suddenly rose, and the experts under its command emerged like bamboo shoots after rain, actually sharing the world of the Demon Sect with the Wandu Sect, Changsheng Hall, and Hehuan Sect."

"A talent like you who can comprehend the Heavenly Book is truly qualified to cooperate with me."

(End of chapter)