Chapter 9: The bloody journey home　　

"How long have I been unconscious?" Wang Yuan asked Yue Wudi beside him. At the same time, he did not forget to communicate with the bone gods and demons who were always guarding him.　　

"Less than two hours." Yue Wudi didn't care at all about Wang Yuan's distrustful behavior. It is normal for the Demon Sect monks to always be vigilant and alert. Wang Yuan did not hide this alertness, but it was a different kind of trust. .　　

"So we haven't escaped from Zizaitian yet?" At this time, the two of them were hiding in a valley with lush vegetation.

Wang Yuan looked around but could not find any traces of the pursuers. In order to calm down the shock of the soul as soon as possible , it was not convenient for him to use his spiritual consciousness, so he cast doubtful eyes on Yue Wudi.　　

"The person in charge of Zi Zaitian detonated the earth veins!" Looking at Wang Yuan's shocked expression, Yue Wudi continued, "All Taoist immortals were recalled urgently to suppress the earth vein riots. Naturally, no one will come to hunt us down."　　

"Hiss! You are so cruel!" Wang Yuan couldn't help but take a breath. He was also startled by the ruthlessness of the person in charge of Zi Zi Tian. You must know that without the remedy of the Taoist immortals, the earth veins would have been completely detonated.

I am afraid that Zi Zaitian will be destroyed in one day, and it is not impossible that the entire heaven will be shattered and fall into the mortal world.　　

Not to mention that Zizaitian's foundation will be completely destroyed by then, but everyone involved in this incident, regardless of Taoism or demons, will bear heavy karma.　　

"This is also a good thing. At least we have a chance to escape, right?" Yue Wudi was also filled with panic, but considering that they were now considered "beneficiaries", he couldn't help but smile bitterly.　　

"Yes!" Wang Yuan quickly adjusted his mentality. In his opinion, if the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up. In this world where strong people are like clouds, he, a little true immortal, obviously does not belong to the "tall people". "One of the members.　　

"How are your injuries?" Wang Yuan didn't know much about zombies. Looking at Yue Wudi who was covered in blood, he couldn't help but asked with some worry. You must know that the two of them are now two grasshoppers on the same rope.　　

"Thanks to you, I wasn't surrounded by those sword immortals. I only had some superficial wounds on my body. What about you?" Yue Wudi asked without hesitation since the two of them had a life-long friendship.　　

"The injuries on the body are not serious. The shock to the soul will soon calm down. As long as you rest for a while, it should not affect the combat effectiveness." Wang Yuan responded, but he was reflecting in his heart: "Whether it is combat experience, Or the tenacity of personal will, I still have a lot of shortcomings. If the original body explodes the magic weapon, although the soul will be shaken, it will never faint because of it. The minimum combat power will still be maintained. In the future, I must Practice more in this area!"　　

Yue Wudi couldn't hear Wang Yuan's thoughts, so when he heard his answer, he just thought that those bone-burning and soul-destroying nails were closely connected with Wang Yuan's soul, and self-destruction would cause great harm.　

　This also made Yue Wudi admire the decisiveness of the person in front of him.　　

"I will definitely kill that old demon, seize the inheritance of the bone demon lineage, and then become a guest of Zizaitian, and become a Taoist couple with Su Su, and live happily ever after!" Conch, he kept mumbling to himself.　　

At this time, he didn't know that something had happened in Zi Zai Tian. He was hiding on the road between Zi Zai Tian and Huanglu Mountain, preparing to attack Wang Yuan with the treasure lent to him by his favorite person.　　

"According to Su Su, this Demon Sect Conference is a trap set by Zi Zaitian in order to subdue the Demon Sect's casual cultivators.

Even if the old demon pretends to surrender, he will be severely damaged under her arrangement." Xin Xingzi believed it very much. For his sweetheart who was born in Zuizai Tian, an emotion called admiration made his wise mind covered with dust.　

　He also didn't want to think about it. In the eyes of Zi Zaitian, which one is more valuable, a true immortal or a mortal?　　Among the casual cultivating demon sects, it is not uncommon for disciples like Xin Xingzi to hold grudges against their master. As long as they are given a little guidance, they can have extraordinary effects.　

　In Zhao Wuliang's original arrangement, the demon cultivators who surrendered at the conference would receive a list containing the names and plans of their disciples who intended to rebel. This could not only deter the demon cultivators who had just surrendered, but also It can be regarded as giving certain benefits. I will try to do it slowly in the future, so I don't have to worry about not being able to win over the casual cultivators.　　Those demon cultivators who did not express their surrender at the conference will be attacked by their own disciples "as planned" on their way back. Zi Zaitian will provide planning, treasure rental and off-site support, so they will not have to worry about those "thorns". Not to perish.　

　However, the Dao Sect's attack disrupted all these arrangements. Without the choice of surrendering or not, the demon cultivators who were lucky enough to escape from Zizaitian will once again suffer a long-planned attack.　　

After escaping from Zizaitian without any danger, Wang Yuan and Yue Wudi exchanged contact information and then parted ways. The experiences he had experienced since leaving the mountain made Wang Yuan no longer care about whether he looked good or not. He shrank into the flying demon fire skeleton. At the same time, the Jade Fire Yin Wind Tent on his body is always in an activated state.　　

It was this caution like a frightened bird that allowed him to avoid the sneak attack.　　

"Boom!" That was the sound made by the Zhurongshen Artillery, a mechanical creation produced by Zizaitian. What came before the sound was the cannonball carrying huge kinetic energy and blazing flames.

　　With just one shot, the flying demon fire skeleton was smashed into pieces. Fortunately, there was a green fire and wind tent to protect him, otherwise Wang Yuan would have been injured again.　

　His spiritual consciousness swept across a hundred miles and saw that only Xin Xingzi was beside him, and the Zhurong Divine Artillery that had just fired a blow could not attack again in a short period of time. Wang Yuan, who had been frustrated all the way, couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.　

　"I usually don't pay attention to your little tricks, but you kicked your nose and got in trouble!"　　

Wang Yuan didn't say much to Xin Xingzi. He waved his sleeves and a big hand made of bones and demons grabbed Xin Xingzi. He planned to use the cruelest means to punish this monster that kept jumping in front of him. Hey, the ants are annoying me.　　

Yes, they are ants!　　

Those who have not entered the immortal gate are all ants. Although his consciousness comes from the earth, the character of the True Immortal and his majestic magic power have already silently changed Wang Yuan's understanding of mortals. It was only today that he realized it.　　

Xin Xingzi turned into a ray of light and flew through the sky, but he could not escape the pursuit of the big bone hands. Seeing that he was about to be held by the big hands, Xin Xingzi suddenly stopped.　　

He raised high the conch he had been holding in his hand, and with the infusion of mana, a desolate whine resounded throughout the sky.　　Wang Yuan subconsciously sensed something was wrong. The conch covered with witchcraft spells gave him a very palpitating feeling.　　

Before Wang Yuan could activate his big bone hand to kill Xin Xingzi, a huge force came from behind him, and the green fire and Yin wind tent that had been protecting Wang Yuan was shattered without any blocking effect.　　A bone-white arm burst out of Wang Yuan's chest from behind!　

　Wang Yuan knew that arm, and the dots of starlight attached to it were so familiar. It was the arm of the Twelve Yuan Chen White Bone God Demon.　

"Why?!"