The Immortal Gate of Shenhu Lake.

In the center of the main hall at the deepest part of Wudao Peak, a group of new disciples were looking at the crane Chengfeng at the door with awe. The breath of the foundation-building monster made them tremble, and they felt the power of the immortal sect even more. Ding Xiaoxia took over this group of new disciples with awe from Uncle Chengfeng, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

He had experienced the ups and downs of Xianmen, and knew better than anyone how difficult it was for Xianmen today. Ding Xiaoxia was not originally responsible for welcoming newcomers today, and he no longer did these things in his current identity. The main reason he came here was because someone below sent him a token.

The token of the Immortal Changsheng.

A child from Heishan Village came in with the token of Changsheng Zhenren. Naturally, he had to come and handle such an important matter personally.

"Thank you, Brother."

Du Qiuxian's face was full of excitement. He didn't expect that his father really knew Changsheng Zhenren and allowed him to join the immortal sect through a token.

The entrance examination of Shenhu Xianmen is extremely strict nowadays. They only accept a dozen disciples every year, and each of them is a rare genius. Although Du Qiuxian has a middle-grade spiritual root, there is still a big gap compared with the group of fellow apprentices who stayed behind.

"What is your relationship with Uncle Chen?"

Ding Xiaoxia was walking in front and asked curiously.

"I don't know either."

Du Qiuxian looked shocked. He really didn't know that the token was given to him by his father Du De, and his mother also gave him an "immortal pill", saying that it was given by Changsheng Zhenren. He was also confused that his family suddenly had a relationship with such a big shot.

"It's okay. If you don't understand anything in the mountain, feel free to ask me." Ding Xiaoxia patted his junior brother on the shoulder and said generously.

The other disciples who entered the sect together showed envy in their eyes.

We all started together, so why is there such a big gap between us?

Back mountain.

The main hall where the Taoist Wuwei practiced.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the front mountain, the back mountain was much quieter. There was no one around the main hall. In the hall, Master Wuwei sat cross-legged, and Bai Su sat opposite him. The two of them faced each other, as if they were one. A gray aura kept flowing between them.

On the table next to them, green smoke was emitting from the incense burner.

The Heart Demon paintings were still hanging around, but the difference from before was that the paintings were now completely blank. The Heart Demon Qi would still dissipate into the paintings, but after circulating around, it was absorbed by Bai Su, and then transformed into another form and returned to the body of Wuwei Zhenren.

Each circle is a cycle.

After a long time, the breath weakened and the two woke up from their practice at the same time.

"Master, the people from the Ghost Temple are here again."

A hunched figure appeared in the hall. This person appeared silently like a ghost. If Chen Luo was here, he would recognize at a glance that this old man was Elder Qu from the Divine Fire Peak that day. This elder who was only in the initial stage of foundation building in the past actually exuded the same "heart demon" aura as Bai Su.

"Kill him."

A ray of gray flashed in Wuwei Zhenren's eyes, and he spoke with a cold expression.

“This time.”

BANG!!

A breath broke through the door, and a strange cold wind blew in from outside. The sky outside, which was originally sunny, was now pitch black.

"I was wondering why Xue Ning died. It turns out that he was the descendant of the Heart Demon Ancestor. If I tell the seven lunatics of Qionghua Sect this news, will they come and kill you?"

A strange sound and a vague breath floated in the hall.

Ghostly shadows flickered in the hall, as if there were dozens of people walking in the hall.

Taoist Wuwei had cold eyes. Bai Su and Elder Qu in front of him all became wooden and had lost all the emotions of living people, as if they had turned into puppets.

"snort!"

Master Wuwei snorted coldly and suddenly raised his hand. Layers of dancing shadows appeared on the blank screen around him. These shadows suddenly became like illusions, overlapping with reality, and constantly making laughing sounds.

The ghost temple monk in the hall paused, as if affected by some invisible force. The swaying ghost shadows gradually became smaller, and finally condensed into a pale young man.

This person stood there with a painful look on his face, as if he had seen something painful, so painful that his soul was a little distorted.

"Inner demon?"

The ghost cultivator forcibly suppressed the influence and looked at the Taoist Wuwei who was sitting cross-legged in the hall, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Although this person is only in the initial stage of Jindan, he already has some of the aura of the Heart Demon Ancestor.

"If you are given a little more time, maybe you can really become a big shot, but now..." A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the third-level ghost cultivator.

"Just follow me back to the ghost temple."

He took a step forward and his figure disappeared like mist.

Elder Qu, who was standing there in a daze, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the empty area.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the empty space that seemed to be empty was unexpectedly caught by Elder Qu. But the next second, Elder Qu's arm suddenly broke, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the broken arm.

"So what if you can see it? This little trick can't stop me."

The shadow solidified, and a knife suddenly appeared in the hand of this third-level ghost cultivator. The pitch-black blade emitted a mournful and crying sound, as if it were a living weapon.

"A fourth-level magical weapon?"

Wu Wei Zhenren's expression became much more serious, and he raised his hand, and a blank scroll appeared in his hand. The scroll was unfolded, and a black word "fire" appeared on it.

The words flashed by.

Gui Zheng, who had cut off Elder Qu's arm, was about to kill him, but his hand holding the long knife suddenly paused, a trace of pain appeared on his face, and he pressed his heart with one hand. It seemed as if there was an invisible flame burning in that place.

Heart fire.

The flame created by the inner demon is rootless and invisible, and can only be eliminated by killing the inner demon.

"A fourth-level magical weapon cannot be blocked by this method."

The third-level ghost cultivator held a long sword in his hand, and a strange crying face appeared on the blade. The face kept twisting, and the flame that was originally burning in the ghost cultivator's heart was instantly swallowed up by the crying face on the blade.

Not only that, but Elder Qu and Bai Su also lost consciousness and fell to the ground. The blank scrolls on the walls around them all burned with black fire. The black on the blade was like ink, staining half of the space.

Wuwei Zhenren's expression finally became serious. He stood up and took out a black finger bone from his arms. As soon as the bone was taken out, the demonic energy in the entire hall suddenly surged dozens of times. The strong breath, under the blessing of the heaven and earth energy controlled by Wuwei Zhenren, distorted the air.

Dense shadows appeared in the hall, and all kinds of strange sounds emerged.

"Uncle, come and play."

"Er Gouzi, I am your uncle!"

'Husband, I don't want to die.'

One after another, twisted ghosts emerged and instantly suppressed the space soaked in the black knife.

"The finger bones of the Heart Demon Ancestor?!"

The ghost cultivator holding the knife's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but it was too late. Immortal Wuwei manipulated his finger bones and lightly tapped in his direction.

Layer upon layer of ripples spread out, and the air was like water waves.

It condensed into a black dot and accurately hit the man's forehead. The third-level ghost cultivator, who was originally confident of victory, paused and suddenly became motionless.

call!

Taoist Wuwei exhaled a breath of foul air.

These years have not been spent in vain. Some time ago, his cultivation level was further improved and he successfully refined the finger bone of the Heart Demon Ancestor, which made his "Heart Demon Art" further improved. Different from the Heart Demon Art practiced by Chen Luo, the path taken by Zhenren Wuwei was getting closer and closer to the Heart Demon Ancestor who was suppressed by the Qionghua Sect.

"Okay, okay, it's worth my trip. Fellow Taoist, what do you think of our ghost temple?" A voice suddenly sounded.

Wuwei Zhenren, who was about to go over to take the black knife, paused and slowly turned around. He found that there was an extra person where he had been sitting before. He didn't know when.

A strange man wearing imperial master's attire.

Cold sweat broke out on Master Wuwei's forehead as he recalled some news about the Tiannan Region that Chen Luo had told him.

'Millennium Centipede'

After Chen Luo set up the formation, he returned to the sky above the yard.

This place has been temporarily transformed by him. Even if the Black Horn King comes back, it is impossible to break the formation instantly. As long as there is time buffer, Chen Luo can deal with these troubles calmly.

"Little guy, don't let me down."

Chen Luo in mid-air glanced at Ao Ye in the courtyard, a wisp of calamity energy emerged from his body, and he followed the people below and entered the inner demon calamity. This was the first time that Chen Luo brought so many people into the calamity, so many demon species, using the gems and stones accumulated by Xue Ning as nutrients, and the calamity energy of the inner demon calamity as fuel. I don't know what kind of fruit will be produced in the end.

At dusk, the sun sets in the west.

The golden sunlight illuminated the entire town. After a busy day, the vendors began to pack up and go home. The farm tool shops on the street also began to close their doors and prepare to close. The old donkey carts passed by the street, and the wooden wheels made a creaking sound.

The blacksmith's shop was still hammering iron, and the apprentice was desperately pulling the lever of the bellows. Waves of heat spread out from the shop, and the sound of "ding-dong-dong" was like a piece of music, which was particularly pleasant to the ears.

Chen Luo, wearing a blue shirt, sat across the street, watching the blacksmiths working busy.

This place is a place of inner demons.

He initiated it.

It was different from the previous tribulation. This time, the inner demon tribulation was transformed by his tribulation energy, and its power was many times stronger than that of Elder Rong Ling's inner demon tribulation. In order to increase the feedback of the tribulation, Chen Luo brought in a large number of "demon seeds" and also invested the power of the two secret treasures accumulated by Xue Ning.

The scene in front of me looks just like the real world.

"It seems I forgot something."

Chen Luo was a little dazed. This was his calamity. The Heart Demon Ancestor stored and differentiated the calamity energy. When he really entered the calamity, he would still be affected by the heavenly calamity. After passing the 'Heart Demon Calamity', he would get the feedback he deserved.

'A place transformed by calamity, a place where demons breed.'

'An attempt to reach the Nascent Soul stage.'

The external brain quickly emerged and told Chen Luo the information he had forgotten.

The heavenly tribulation can block the perception and memory of the person who is undergoing the tribulation, but the external brain is not the person who is undergoing the tribulation, they are all "dead people's brains." (End of this chapter)