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Chapter 605: The Temptation of Demon Soldiers

Deep in the mountains, there is a pool of water formed by water dripping through the earth over the years, and mist is floating in the sky.

Heart-wrenching roars could be heard from time to time in the fog.

That was the roar of a monster that was madly hungry.

Shrouded in fog, the pool was boiling and roiling, with hideous and ugly creatures struggling and biting each other everywhere.

From time to time, a bird would fly over the sky, but would be shot down by the sound waves emitted by the monster's roar, just like a drop of cold water falling into a boiling oil pan, making the monster even more crazy and violent.

I don’t know how much time passed, but although the ghost was still noisy, it finally quieted down a bit.

Deep in the mountain beyond the pool, Yan Wanjun withdrew his gaze. The Overlord Spear leaning against the rock wall was pierced with half of Xiao Qianmei's body. Ink-like blood was flowing slowly, staining a large area of ​​the ground black.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It was getting light outside and the day was coming again.

Once the sun comes down and falls over the peaks into the pool, it can subdue these evil creatures and bring a few hours of peace and quiet.

Yan Wanjun turned around and walked deeper into the cave. In the corner there were dozens of stone beds and bedding, as well as pots and stoves and other daily necessities.

He washed his face and hands with cold water, relieved his fatigue, and let out a breath.

In a pool deep in the cave, there are a few golden duckweeds floating on the water. Looking down at the bottom of the water, you can see a large group of white and tender roots intertwined and entangled, and vaguely you can see individual water chestnuts that look like iron casts.

The fire of genius and earth's treasure is intertwined.

This place is buried deep in the mountains, with countless monsters lurking outside, and it is full of dangers.

But precisely because of this, an extremely precious natural treasure was born in this sparsely populated environment.

This is a hidden medicinal field that was once occupied by the Kongo Mountain. Later, it was abandoned after the sect was destroyed. Many years later, a warrior who inherited the Kongo Mountain found this place and discovered that there were still remnants of genius treasures.
That successor was none other than the newly risen powerful warrior in the city, the Hateful Overlord Yanshan.

After Yan Wanjun was expelled from the city by his master, he brought a group of his fellow disciples to garrison here and was responsible for guarding the Huojiao Lingshi.

The time it takes for any natural treasure to grow to maturity is longer than that of a normal person.

It often requires a martial artist with a lifespan of two to three hundred years to spend most of his life guarding it until it is ripe for picking.

This nest of anger and conflict had already existed before the breakthrough at Yanshan, and was now firmly under control.

Yan Wanjun was exiled here to guard precious materials related to martial arts training for his master.

But life in the mountains is really hard. Monsters from the outside world often break in and want to eat people. The smell of the fire lotus sometimes attracts ferocious beasts and poisonous insects. You need to guard against it at all times.
Day after day, those fellow disciples were either torn to pieces by evil spirits or killed by ferocious beasts and poisonous insects.

Yan Wanjun was the strongest and the last one to survive. He kept in mind his master's mission and watched over the growth of the genius. Because he had been away from the outside world for too long, his tongue was still soft, but he could no longer speak.

"I, Yan... Yan Wanjun... Jun, Overlord... Overlord Wu... Martial Arts School."

"I hate Overlord Yanshan's...disciples..."

Yan Wanjun stammered as he repeated himself to the bronze mirror, his voice echoing in the empty cave.

Suddenly, a whistling sound was heard outside the cave, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air was like a heavy object falling from the sky to the earth.

He took a few quick steps and looked outside, only to see a huge gun tip with a diameter of over a thousand meters piercing into the pool. Countless monsters vanished into smoke and turned into burnt ashes that drifted away with the wind.

This is the power that only a strong man can have, and the only strong man who knows about this place is Yanshan!
"Master."

Yan Wanjun ran forward and knelt down to pay his respects, "Everything is fine, and everything is safe."

Yan Shan put away the gun behind him, and carried the Overlord Spear on his back. He walked past Yan Wanjun into the cave, and looked at the growth in the pool in detail. He estimated that it would take another seventy or eighty years before the fruits could be picked.

“You did a good job.”

Yan Wanjun showed a look of joy, "Disciple...is incapable, I can only try my best...with all my heart...with all my strength."

"This time, in addition to seeing the growth of the genius and earth treasures, I also want to tell you something!"

Yan Shanjin said directly, "Fu Manlun of the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Workshop was killed by Zhou You of the Great Thousand Martial Arts Hall. He has been promoted to a high-level martial artist." "Before, the Yan family secretly plotted against him. I could pretend that I didn't know, but what happened next is different."

Yan Shan said to Yan Wanjun, "They are venting their anger on you. They are loyal but stupid."

"But if something similar happens again, I won't protect them if Zhou You makes trouble!"

Yan Wanjun hurriedly cupped his hands, "Master, they are ignorant, please…please…give them a chance to live."

“You don’t understand, and neither do they!”

Yanshan turned his back, looked at the pool and said, "I have been chasing all my life, chasing those powerful targets all the time."

"My goal before was to be invincible, but now that I have broken through to Qiangwu, there are more goals to chase, such as Tiger Corpse, Seal Three Points, etc."

“It wasn’t until Zhou You broke through to become a high-level martial artist and someone compared him to me that I realized there were people catching up with me.”

His tone was somewhat fanatical, "Originally, after entering the powerful martial arts realm, my progress slowed down. Now I have found a new motivation, which is the sense of urgency, the sense of urgency of fearing that I will be caught up by those who come later."

"Zhou You is the thorn I chose, pressing against my back. If I'm a little slower, he will catch up with me and prick my flesh painfully."

"There are targets ahead and pursuers behind. I cannot stop for a moment and must constantly squeeze out my potential. This is the way I choose to become a strong warrior."

“So, traveling is very important to me, you know?”

Yan Wanjun kept silent. He knew that his master was as hard as stone and once he made a decision, no one could change it.

The fate of those members of the Yan family is destined to become victims.

I came here specially to tell him, because of his hard work in guarding this place.

"Wanjun, do your job well, Master will remember you!"

Yanshan left after leaving these words.

"Travel around!"

When Yan Wanjun repeated the name, instead of feeling any anger or resentment, he actually felt a sense of powerlessness and misery.

The gap was too big, and he didn't even have the qualifications to hate the other party.

"Haha, I thought I was the bully, but it turns out you are the bully!"

Yan Wanjun smiled with tears streaming down his face!
He has to suffer in this cave for decades while the other party enjoys a glorious life in the outside world. What a cruel fate.

Suddenly, a voice floated from a golden leaf in the pool, "Do you want power?"

"Charming creature, no, he actually took advantage of the opportunity and broke in."

Yan Wanjun's hair stood on end. He dodged and raised the Overlord Spear, which flew across the sky above the golden duckweed like lightning. Even if there was any evil lurking there, it would be pierced through by his spear.

"It's not good to be too vigilant. It's easy to miss opportunities!"

"Do you want to become a strong warrior?"

The words "strong and martial" made Yan Wanjun's heart beat violently, but when he thought of the reputation of the martial arts school, the cruelty of his master, and the dangers of the Zhen Xiong Prison, he immediately shook his head and said, "I am not bewitched by the charm, get out of here."

"I'm not a charm, I'm... a demon!"

"The demon who is possessed by the devil?"

"Well, it can be understood this way. Martial arts into magic is a shortcut. If you are willing, you can surpass your master in one leap?"

The voice paused, "In fact, your master's cold-blooded and ruthless style is closer to my demonic path."

"Think about it carefully. A few decades will give you time to make a decision."

(End of this chapter)