At the foot of Huoyun Mountain.

Xiao Tianhuo was furious. He had made all the necessary preparations, but ended up helping others.

This moment.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself, "Why does that silhouette look a little familiar? Is it him?"

"Brother Tianhuo, do you know him?" Ji Linlang asked.

Xiao Tianhuo shook his head. "Somewhat familiar, I seem to have seen him before in Huoyun City, but he doesn't look quite like him."

At this point, he paused, his eyes fell on the iron box in Ji Linlang's jade hand, "Linlang, take a look at what's in the iron box first."

The seven-colored fire spirit was lost, but he believed it would be recovered.

As long as the person is still in the ancient divine kingdom, the seven-colored fire spirit will still belong to him.

Ji Linlang raised her jade hand and gently opened the iron box. Looking at the empty box, the two were completely stunned.

How could there be nothing?

Ji Linlang asked quickly: "Why is it empty?"

Xiao Tianhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes, "Since it's empty, forget it. Next time there is a secret realm, I will take you with me."

The voice fell.

He walked towards Hei Wumian, "Hei Lao, what are you looking at!"

"Greetings, Your Highness!" Hei Wumian bowed slightly, and then said, "Your Highness, the figure that just left looked like a person, but there is one thing I can't figure out, do sword cultivators need fire spirits?"

Xiao Tianhuo said, "Old Hei, you are joking. Sword cultivators have long swords as their companions, so what do they need fire spirits for? The people who need fire spirits in the Ancient Realm are nothing more than alchemists, weapon refiners, and fire attribute cultivators."

At this point, he suddenly thought of something, "Hei Lao knows that back figure, right?"

Hei Wumian nodded, "He looks a lot like the young master of the Ye family, so that's why the old woman asked if the sword cultivator needed a fire spirit?"

"Young Master of the Ye Family?" Xiao Tianhuo's anger, which had just been suppressed, suddenly rose up. If it was really the Young Master of the Ye Family, then he would definitely kill him.

First he destroyed his sister's sword fetus, and now he's trying to steal his fire spirit. He shouldn't bully people like this.

There was a moment of silence.

Xiao Tianhuo raised his hand and handed a token to Hei Wumian, saying in a fierce voice: "Hei Lao, this is the Divine Dragon Token. Take it with you and tell the Soul Devouring Guards to find the whereabouts of the Young Master of the Ye Family."

Hei Wumian took the Dragon Order and disappeared in a flash. As she walked forward, her expression was extremely cold. "If it's really you, you're dead this time."

The towering peaks look like an inverted sword pointing straight to the sky.

A streak of silver light fell from the sky, and Ye Changsheng seemed like an immortal walking down from the clouds, with white clouds and mist lingering around him.

He put away his sword and began to look at the huge peak in front of him. This place was tens of thousands of miles away from Huoyun Mountain. If the people from the Ancient Divine Kingdom wanted to find him, they would have to wait for their turn to eat their shit.

then.

He leapt onto the top of the giant peak, sat cross-legged with his palms facing upwards, and a ball of colorful flame appeared, dancing lightly.

"Seven-colored fire spirit?"

Ye Changsheng said in a calm voice, his expression changed slightly, and he found that in addition to the seven-colored fire spirit, there were more scales on the palm of his hand.

"You gave this to me?"

The colorful fire spirit made a squeaking sound, and Ye Changsheng nodded, "He has a future, he knows how to be a human, no, he knows how to be a spirit."

Having said this, he paused and continued: "You will stay with me from now on!"

Upon hearing the sound, the fire spirit seemed very happy. It jumped on Ye Changsheng for a while and then went directly into his arms.

The next moment, a colorful flame totem appeared on his wrist.

Now that he had the seven-colored fire spirit, Ye Changsheng was not in a hurry to practice the Nine-Sun Burning Sky Fist. Instead, he held the scales in his palm and examined them carefully.

This scale must have been brought out by the Seven-Colored Fire Spirit from the secret realm, but what exactly is it? "System, can you help scan it!"

"Ding, reminding the master, this system is a sign-in system and does not have a scanning function!"

Ye Changsheng smiled awkwardly and said self-deprecatingly: "I forgot about this and thought the system was omnipotent!"

As the voice fell, his expression became strange. In novels, people always recognize their master by dropping blood. Why not give it a try?

One drop.

Another drop.

Two drops of blood fell on the scales in succession. Ye Changsheng watched the blood being swallowed up and thought to himself, it looks like there is a plan.

But after an incense stick of time passed, the scales showed no reaction.

Ye Changsheng thought that it was because he did not have enough essence and blood, so he added it several times, but there was still no response.

No, I can’t do that. If I continue like this, I will kill myself. It seems that novels are all lies.

With no other choice, he could only put the scales into the system and find time to study them carefully.

The next moment.

He concentrated his mind and fell into meditation. On the top of the mountain, the scorching sun shone on him. The divine light condensed into a scorching sun and appeared behind him.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Half a month later.

On the Jufeng Mountain.

Ye Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were extremely deep, and the aura on his figure became stronger and stronger, "The first level has finally reached the state of perfection."

All this is thanks to the Seven-Colored Fire Spirit. If it hadn't been perfectly integrated with the essence of the Scarlet Sun, the Nine-Sun Burning Sky Fist would not have been perfected so quickly.

He slowly rose up, restrained his breath, and came to the edge of the giant mountain, looking down at the endless wilderness.

It feels like standing on top of a mountain and overlooking all the other mountains.

This moment.

Ye Changsheng was thinking that he had already obtained the Seven-Colored Fire Spirit and should return to the Sword Palace next, but he really didn't want to go back.

The world outside is so beautiful that he doesn't want to leave.

Finally, reason told him that he had to return to the Sword Palace. What he had to do now was to improve his strength.

Thinking of this.

His figure leaped down from the top of the mountain, the Immortal Execution Sword appeared under his feet, and disappeared into the vast sky in the blink of an eye.

at the same time.

In the cave of demons.

Endless demonic energy was rising, covering the entire mountain range like a dormant black dragon.

A figure fell from the sky and appeared outside the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, with a sinister smile on his face.

The seal has finally loosened, and the demons will be able to descend upon the world in a few months.

Next second.

The figure disappeared from the spot and entered the thick demonic aura.

In front of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, a figure appeared again, and a powerful voice said: "Xiao Beixuan from the Ancient Divine Country, please show up and see the Demon Lord."

As the voice fell, a shadow emerged from the demonic energy. Although it was just an illusion, the pressure emanating from him made Xiao Beixuan's face change slightly.

"Xiao Beixuan from the Ancient Divine Kingdom, did your ancestor Xiao Wuji send you here?" the Demon Lord said in a deep voice.

"Ancestor Wuji has fallen." Xiao Beixuan said calmly, and a token appeared in his palm, "The Demon Lord should recognize this token."

The Demon Lord looked at the token in Xiao Beixuan's hand, his expression changed drastically, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, "You are actually his man, how ironic, thinking back to the time when your ancestor Xiao Wuji was such a monstrous existence, I didn't expect that his descendants would become someone else's slaves."

Xiao Beixuan had a blank expression on his face. "People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. I didn't come here to listen to the Demon Lord's ridicule. Let's talk business!"

Having said this, he paused and continued, "In another three months, you demons will be able to leave the dark and gloomy Ten Thousand Demon Cave. By then, there will be something that you will need to cooperate with the Demon Lord on."

The Demon Lord said, "He sent you here."

Xiao Beixuan said: "Of course, as long as the Demon Lord cooperates with me and completes the next task, the return of the demons to their homeland is just around the corner."

The Demon Lord thought for a moment, "Okay, I promise you, tell me what we demons are going to do."