I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

A higher-level commander of Deadpool?

When Mingchuan heard this, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

Because he suddenly remembered the previous Demon Lord.

With such immense power...he could never be just a commander.

And according to what the Green-Faced Fox said now, the evil core controls a very large area. Could it be that there are many Deadpools like the Demon Lord within this Demon Abyss?

Also, the evil core was born from the bones of the ancient demon god...

So, the attraction from the depths of the Demonic Abyss that Mingchuan was forcibly pulled to, and the black shadow he saw in the token of Jian Wu from Jinling Pavilion... did they all come from this so-called evil core?

To be more precise, the evil core is now absorbing the breath of these creatures on a large scale, and also needs dragon energy. Is it to bring the ancient demon god back to the world?

Mingchuan remembered that the Demon Lord before was also called the Ancient Demon God... ?

Now it seems that it is probably just a cover.

Mingchuan's heart sank involuntarily, and he felt that there were many troublesome things spinning in his mind.

Seeing Mingchuan remained silent for a long time, the green-faced fox looked at him curiously, poked his arm and asked, "What's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"

Mingchuan came back to his senses, shook his head, and asked, "Can Deadpool be saved?"

He couldn't care less about other things now. He needed more help to fight against the evil core.

Qingshuang shook her head. "Not necessarily. Only within the first three years of contamination can there be hope. For those over ten years, the spirit core has become entwined with the evil core, and forcibly separating them will only result in the soul shattering. I've been able to hold on until now because our Green-Faced Fox bloodline can temporarily resist the erosion of demonic energy."

Mingchuan listened to Qingshuang's words and continued to analyze them quickly in his mind.

He spoke to the demon dragon in his sea of ​​consciousness: "You said before that you might be able to find a few demons that haven't been completely corrupted."

"Yes," the Demon Dragon said, "The Green-Faced Fox wasn't imprisoned deep within the Demonic Abyss, so she doesn't know that there are still several demons stubbornly resisting, including the once-popular cultivator from the Spiritual Realm."

Mingchuan's heart skipped a beat, feeling that this cultivator might be a breakthrough.

He raised his head and looked outside, then said to the dragon, "That guy shouldn't be able to find us now, so let's continue looking for that monk."

The demon dragon pondered for a moment and said, "Are you sure you want to go? That's deep in the Demon Abyss, full of dangers! If you're not careful, you'll turn into a bloody mist on the spot!"

Mingchuan made the final decision: "Of course we have to go. Come on, let's go. We can't waste time here."

Mingchuan said this and stood up.

The dragon had no choice but to show him the way.

However, the even harsher environment deep within the Demonic Abyss once again left Mingchuan dumbfounded... He almost couldn't breathe...

As soon as he stepped into the deep area, a thick and almost solidified demonic energy hit him in the face.

Mingchuan subconsciously activated the bone-eroding ice flame to protect his body. The flame collided with the demonic energy, making a "sizzling" sound, and a layer of the flame was actually eroded away.

Qingshuang followed closely behind, its snow-white fox fur stood up instantly, and the green light at the tip of its tail surged, barely able to resist the invasion of the evil spirit.

"This demonic energy... is over ten times denser than the middle layer!" Qingshuang's voice trembled, her amber eyes filled with fear. "Five hundred years ago, the deepest place I reached with the monks was nowhere near this deep."

Mingchuan frowned, and the demon dragon in his sea of ​​consciousness said in a deep voice: "The power of the evil core is growing stronger and stronger. This demonic energy is mixed with its original aura. Inhaling even a trace of it will damage your spiritual veins. Use dragon energy to wrap your mouth and nose, and avoid direct contact!"

Mingchuan followed his instructions and condensed a wisp of dragon energy to cover the tip of his nose. Only then did he feel that his breathing was a little smoother.

He also brought a trace of dragon energy to the Green-faced Fox to protect her.

The green-faced fox looked at Mingchuan in astonishment.

"Thank you..."

She was still curious about why Mingchuan had so much dragon energy.

But since Mingchuan didn't want to say it, she couldn't force him and could only endure her curiosity.

The ground beneath my feet was no longer the middle layer of rock, but was covered with a layer of sticky black mud. When I stepped on it, I sank half a foot deep. There seemed to be countless tiny tentacles wriggling under the black mud, and occasionally there was a slight gnawing sound.

"Be careful of the rotten heart mud under your feet!" Qingshuang warned urgently, sweeping her tail to push Mingchuan aside. "This thing will drill into your body through the gaps in your spiritual power and eat your spiritual core!"

As Mingchuan dodged, a burst of black mud surged up from the place where he had just stood, and dozens of tentacles as thick as hair were waving in vain.

His heart trembled, and he gripped the Nine Dragon Sword tightly, and a purple flame quietly ignited on the sword.

The purple phantom flame is good at breaking evil and may be able to restrain these weird things.

The two followed the dragon's guidance and walked deeper into the cave. The scenes along the way became more and more terrifying.

The rock wall was inlaid with countless half-rotten skeletons, some of which belonged to human monks and some to spirit beasts. Black juice oozed from the cracks between the bones, dripping into the rotten mud and causing ripples.

Occasionally, one could see twisted evil spirits lying on the skeletons and gnawing on them. Their bodies merged into the rock wall, with only a pair of scarlet eyes flickering in the darkness. They sensed the presence of Mingchuan and the other man, but only let out meaningless growls and did not attack.

"They've been bound by the evil core's original aura, becoming living stakes at the bottom of the abyss." The demon dragon's voice was filled with reluctance. "These are the cultivators and spirit beasts who failed to escape back then. After being drained of their spiritual power by the evil core, they were then refined into guards using demonic energy."

Mingchuan's heart sank as he looked at the creatures embedded in the rock wall. One of the skeletons had a half-broken token hanging from its waist, engraved with the word "Qingcheng"...

He is actually the ancestor of Qingcheng Yufa Sect!

He clenched the Nine Dragon Sword and saw this scene. Even though he was not the real Cang Ziang of the Qingcheng Yufa Sect, he couldn't help but be moved.

After all, the Qingcheng Yufa Sect now has several good friends with whom he has a close relationship.

His expression suddenly darkened, and the dragon energy at his fingertips grew stronger. "Where is that cultivator?"

"It's in the Blood Mist Valley ahead." The demon dragon's voice suddenly dropped. "But the entrance to the valley is guarded by Spirit-Eating Mosquitoes. Those creatures are fed by the Evil Core's own essence and blood. Ordinary spiritual power can't hurt them at all."

Just as he finished speaking, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the front, like the flapping wings of thousands of flying insects.

Mingchuan looked up and saw that the valley entrance in front of him was filled with dark red fog. Countless light spots were faintly flickering in the fog, and as the light spots moved, they made a teeth-grinding friction sound.

"It's the Soul-Eating Mosquito!" Qingshuang's hair stood on end, and he subconsciously took a half step back. "Their mouthparts can pierce spiritual treasures. Even cultivators in the Spiritual Transformation Realm have to avoid their sharp edges!"

Mingchuan looked carefully and found that those light spots were actually flying insects the size of a fingernail. They were dark red in color and their mouthparts flashed with cold light like needles.

They gathered densely at the entrance of the valley, forming an impenetrable wall of insects. Any object that approached would be instantly gnawed into bones.

Not far away, there was a spirit beast skeleton that had been gnawed by spirit-eating mosquitoes until only the skeleton remained. Several mosquito corpses that had been eaten up were still left on the skeleton!