The big guy in women's clothing is the devil

Seeing this, the ghost-masked man continued, "I'm only talking about the most serious situation. Wuhuang has been guarding the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave all these years. In addition to being haunted by resentment, and without the souls of living beings to feed on, the strength must be much worse than before. Those of you in the spirit world Although the cultivators are weak and cannot fight against them, I think escaping should not be a big problem."

To be honest, Chu Xi is too lazy to care about other people's life and death, but Zhao Yan is different. Although he doesn't have a deep friendship with Chu Xi, he has helped him many times. But he is not a person who does not repay favors, so he will help Zhao Yan no matter what is in trouble.

After making up his mind, Chu Xi asked Mo Zixiao to reopen the repaired spatial crack in front of him.The moment the crack opened, a strong surge of spiritual power unceremoniously rushed towards his face.

The sense of oppression brought about by this fluctuation of spiritual power is not small, even Mo Zixiao in the Nascent Soul Stage felt a little uncomfortable.So he looked at Chu Xi, and seeing Chu Xi's face as usual, Mo Zixiao secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Then the two of them entered the space crack.

The space shuttle has great requirements on the physical strength of the monk himself. The monks whose cultivation base is below the Nascent Soul stage can't bear the pressure of spiritual power produced by the space shuttle under normal circumstances, but Chu Xi is obviously an exception.

In less than a breath, they entered another space.However, they immediately discovered that this space seemed to be shrouded in illusions.

The air around here is fresh and pleasant, and there are lush mountains and forests in the distance. Not far away, there is a small wooden house with a peach tree next to it. A boy who looks only seven or eight years old is sitting under the tree.The boy is playing with a crystal clear bead in his hand at the moment, and he is still wiping it carefully from time to time.

The ghost-masked man suddenly said, "It's Wuhuang."

Chu Xi was startled, and before she had time to speak, she saw a person walking not far away.

This man was wearing the same mask as the ghost-faced man, with a slender figure and a black robe.The young man ran towards this person excitedly, and held up the beads in front of him as if offering a treasure.

The person who came raised his hand and rubbed the boy's hair, then seemed to say something, and then handed the boy something.The boy jumped up excitedly and ran around the person in front of him several times.

If Chu Xi read it correctly, the 'ghost-masked man' should have given the young man a small cyan sword, the pattern of which looked very much like Wen Hang's.

Chu Xi couldn't help frowning.

The picture then changed, the boy had grown up a bit, he was practicing sword at the moment, and the 'ghost-faced man' was talking with a demon not far away.

That Demon Race looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in fancy clothes, handsome, with a good temperament, it seemed that his status should be very unusual.Chu Xi felt that this demon clan looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

The two seemed to be having a pleasant conversation. The boy ignored him when he saw the 'ghost-masked man' patronizing and chatting with the demons in Chinese clothes, his face full of grievances.

Sensing Wu Huang's emotion, the Mozu laughed, then patted the 'ghost-masked man' on the shoulder and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, the demon made a funny face at the young man, causing the young man to rush over with his sword raised.

Seeing this, the Mozu immediately slipped away.

The picture stopped for a moment at this point, and then started a new segment.

This time a new character appeared in the picture, a child who was a few years younger than Wuhuang.

Although this child is only four or five years old, his appearance is very delicate, but for some reason, this child often keeps a straight face, no matter how much Ren Wuhuang and the ghost-masked man tease him, he looks like someone owes him a few hundred taels. frown.

After some time, the child also started to practice swordsmanship with Wuhuang.What is surprising is that although this child is young, his talent in swordsmanship is unrivaled or inferior, and only when he is practicing swords can he look as happy and bright as a child.

So the ghost-faced man would often praise his swordsmanship, which made Wu Huang envious.

The more Chu Xi looked at it, the more he felt that this child looked like Ji Wuyou.So he looked at Mo Zixiao, Mo Zixiao understood what he meant, so he nodded, "It should be."

The following scenes have been the daily life between the three of them.

Most of these fragments of life are warm and happy, like memories carefully collected by someone.So far, Chu Xi has guessed the identity of the 'ghost-masked man', and he should undoubtedly be the first demon king.

The rumored first-generation Demon Lord was a cold-hearted and decisive person in the plane, but judging from Wu Huang's little memory, the first-generation Demon Lord should be a very gentle person, and it seems that the evaluation of the outside world is not very accurate.

Chu Xi's eyes lingered for a long time on the smiling faces of Wuhuang and the still-stern childhood Ji Wuyou, then turned to look at the ghost-masked man.

As a Wuhuang sword spirit, the ghost-faced man should have the same memory and perception as the sword body, but looking at the corners of his tight mouth, it seems that these memories are not so good for him.

Chu Xi was quite puzzled by this.

The ghost-masked man didn't seem to see Chu Xi's eyes. He pointed to a huge stone door that appeared after the picture faded, and said, "Behind the door is the entrance to the secret realm."

Chu Xi took out the key and put it into the groove on the stone door, only to see a golden light flash, and then the stone door slowly opened.

Inside the stone gate, the brook is gurgling, the green hills are green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, it is exactly the same as the scenery around their residence in the endless memory.

Chu Xi looked into the distance, and there was a hall on the top of the mountain, surrounded by a peach forest, and the pale pink petals gathered together were as beautiful as a sea of ​​flowers.

The aura in this secret realm is abundant, more than ten times better than that of Qingjing Peak. An ordinary monk can practice here for a month to equal the effect of a year in the spirit world. Presumably the monks and demons who came to the secret realm before will not miss this great opportunity.This also means that Chu Xi and the others are likely to encounter an ambush.

Chu Xi and Mo Zixiao walked cautiously towards the main hall on the top of the mountain. Along the way, they encountered many spiritual plants that were extremely rare in both the world of spirits and demons. Some of the spiritual plants had wooden signs on them, saying who planted them in which year.

These wooden plaques are all carved from precious spirit wood. After a hundred years of immortality, the words on them still look clear today.

The latest wooden sign was hung up 15 years ago. There is only a simple sentence written on it, when the master will return, I will miss you.

The signature is Tuer Wuyou.

Chu Xi held the wooden sign, looked at the words on it, and felt an inexplicable feeling of kindness, and then several images flashed in his mind in a flash.

Chu Xi tried hard to remember, but felt a sharp pain in her temple.

Seeing Chu Xi's painful expression, Mo Zixiao hurriedly asked, "Little Junior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Xi shook her head and said slowly, "I'm fine."

So the two of them continued to move forward. Although they occasionally noticed some traces of fighting on the road, they didn't meet a monk or a demon, and the calmness was a bit too much.

Seeing this, Chu Xi and Mo Zixiao both developed their spiritual awareness and increased their vigilance.

Then they walked in the forest for more than half an hour, and they were about to reach the foot of the mountain. At this time, there was a rustling sound in the woods beside them, and then climbed out of a scarred body dressed in the Canglan sect. Taoist robe disciple.

Mo Zixiao immediately recognized Fei Jianfeng's disciple, and rushed over.

The disciple was dying at this moment, and when he saw Chu Xi and the others, he coughed up a big mouthful of blood excitedly, then with the last bit of strength, he grabbed Mo Zixiao's palm and wrote four words on his palm ——The sect is in trouble.