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The Mulong's background is there. If he can enter the Immortal Sect, he will definitely be a big help in the future.

Because of his help, it was only a matter of time before Mulong's strength returned to its peak.

In other words, there is no need to wait for the future, even the current wooden dragon can do a lot for the Immortal Sect.

The strength of the Unforbidden Middle Realm is enough to walk horizontally in the red domain.

At the same time, the Immortal Sect does not have much fighting power in the forbidden zone.

However, Mulong did not respond.

It just breathed the dragon's breath heavily, seemingly thoughtful.

Wen Ping was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for Mu Long's response.

There is no use rushing at this time.

But in order to speed up Mulong's thinking, Wen Ping took out his magic wand and used the Undead Summoning technique.

"Listen to my call..."

Lifelessness immediately spread everywhere.

The holy dragon energy between heaven and earth was immediately squeezed aside, separated from the dead energy, as if dividing the Chu River and Han boundary.

A huge bone dragon came across the border!

Wooden dragons are holy, and bone dragons are evil.

When the two appeared in the same place at the same time, the wooden dragon immediately stepped back and watched vigilantly at the bone dragon whose breath was not weaker than it.

"Don't be nervous."

In fact, Wen Ping didn't care if Mulong was nervous.

What he wants is enough power to make Mulong bow his head, otherwise, what is the difference between him and Mulong in the future with the relationship between Hongyemen and Mulong?

I just hope that Mulong is not very proud.

Because he is really reluctant to kill the wooden dragon.

After a while, Mulong finally responded, but it was against the bone dragon.

"Extremely evil aura!"

Wen Ping ignored Mulong.

When Mu Long saw the Bone Dragon Queen, his purpose of summoning the Bone Dragon was achieved.

Wen Ping immediately repeated his question, "I will not stay in this unbounded for long, so you'd better think about it quickly. Waiting for time to deprive you of your last stubbornness, and then become a fish, or just let me go, Try to go back to the top."

"Human, I don't believe you!"

"But I believe you."

That's how Wen Ping employs people without doubt.

Mulong was silent again.

It didn't seem to expect Wen Ping to answer that way.

I don't know how many years have passed, and what trust is like, it has been completely forgotten.

In his opinion, people are cunning and demon are also cunning.

Trust, it seems, shouldn't be mentioned on this road of chasing power.

This is something it once believed firmly, but found that it did not exist.

Mu Long responded: "Human, you are... innocent. People like you can't walk far on this road of chasing power."

"This is not cultivating immortals, everyone's unfeeling and unrighteous."

Wen Ping laughed.

"what?"

"Nothing...Let me give you a few days, think about it, and answer me when I come out of the black temple."

Wen Ping took the bone dragon back, and immediately decided to go to the black palace to have a look.

"By the way, you are not the only demon I saw from the last era. I already have two of them. If you go back with me, you should have a chat."

Wen Ping does not know if there is any talk.

But Daguai and Xiaoguai must be another object of toss.

The Jiaolong under the dormitory area no longer bears everything silently.

Having said that, Wen Ping immediately entered the black palace with his sword, leaving Mulong alone on the blue sky looking at Wen Ping's departure direction thoughtfully.

However, he suddenly realized.

It also has a duty-to guard the black temple!

Heidian is the place of Hongyemen's inheritance, and he promised the ancestors of Hongyemen that he would not let people outside Hongyemen encroach on him.

But when he looked at the Black Temple again, Wen Ping was completely gone.

"Just don't see it."

After so many years, Mu Long felt that he should think about his own problems.

From the method used by this person to release the bone dragon, it can be seen that the demon of his own strength no longer has a dominant position.

It is impossible to suppress all the younger generations at will like thousands of years ago.

With the passage of time, its strength will only get lower and lower, and it is very likely that it will become the fish of the strong human race in the end.

At the same time, Yaozu will still stare at it.

Its flesh and blood is a big tonic to the monster race.

And if he doesn't agree, will that person let him go?

Also, can it solve the skull dragon?

The extreme evil breath made it feel heart palpitations.

In the dark palace.

Wen Ping's sword entered the black hall, passed through a passage full of towering stone pillars on both sides, and then stopped in a huge square.

Looking down from the height, the Black Temple has a clear view.

There is no secret room, no second floor.

Its existence seems to only shelter the central square from wind and rain.

Wen Ping noticed that in the central square, there were hundreds of Hongyemen disciples sitting cross-legged on the floor tiles covered with intricate Dragon Wall writing.

It's a little surprising to watch one person at random.

In his 30s, he is in the middle of Zhenyue.

Called a genius!

If a cultivator can go on smoothly all the way, this person will definitely be able to achieve infinite success before he is a hundred years old.

The most interesting thing is that everyone on the square is around 30, and their strength is in the Zhenyue realm.

However, it did not exceed the existence of Zhenyue Middle Realm. Everyone reads

But even so, it is already surprising enough.

"This is the foundation welfare. With the huge population base, these overlord-level forces have almost swept the world's elites."

Immediately afterwards, Wen Ping noticed the existence around the square. A cyan stone wall stands all around, enclosing the square.

These cyan stone walls are still full of dragon wall scripts.

Wen Ping also noticed that the dragon wall writing on the cyan stone wall and the dragon wall writing on the square floor tiles are echoing each other, forming a strange and complicated energy field. Wen Ping estimated that this was the same as the Heavenly Fate of the Hongyemen test talent, from the same person.

At least Sixuan Vortex Master!

Wen Ping did not dare to guess whether it was Wuxuan or not, after all, Wuxuan Maelstrom didn't seem to exist in the Red Domain.

When Wen Ping stepped in tentatively, a surging energy rushed into his mind.

The original world disappeared.

Wen Ping was in a starry sky.

A cyan stone wall appeared in the surrounding area, but this time, the cyan stone wall remained a pulse technique.

The same and the same genre!

Twenty-three walls, all of them!

"This is another precious asset."

Wen Ping looked at these genre pulse techniques, and he was really happy.

Of course, he doesn't need it.

Most people in the Immortal Sect do not need it either.

Because the Immortal Sect is better.

But it does not prevent Wen Ping from writing it down and then taking it back.

If immortal disciples don't want to practice, they can also practice for handymen who plant trees and sweep the floor.

The handyman of the Immortal Sect, can't know nothing, and then have the strength of Zhenyue Realm.

In less than a quarter of an hour, 23 genres of pulse techniques were all in Wen Ping's memory, and they couldn't be erased even if they wanted to.

The creator of this black temple probably died again under Jiuquan and never expected that someone would memorize all 23 genres of pulse techniques at the same time, and his brain did not explode. Because there is usually no restraint, if you dare to try to memorize the second genre pulse technique, your mind will burst.

After writing down all 23 genres of pulse techniques, Wen Ping withdrew from the square, and everything in front of him returned to reality.

The next moment, the sword will rise!

Flying swords were vertical and horizontal, and the cyan stone wall on the right side was destroyed.

boom!

boom!

The people in the square also regained consciousness on this one, and then looked around in astonishment and intent.

When they saw a messy heritage, they were dumbfounded.

"what happened?"

"How was the place of inheritance destroyed?"

Everyone looks at me and I see you, very at a loss.

Then I heard Wen Ping's faint voice, "A group of geniuses, this Sect Master really is reluctant to kill you."

It's more or less a pity to kill your mouth.

It's all geniuses under forty.

No matter which force you lose, it must be the top group.

A violent Hongyemen disciple immediately said angrily: "Who are you? You dare to trespass into a land of unbounded heritage!"

The next second, Feijian passed by.

Seal the throat with a sword!

The man covered his throat, took two steps back in horror, then looked at the friends beside him and tried to seek their help.

He never thought he would die in the land of inheritance.

A few days ago, he was still enjoying the envy and jealousy of Hongyemen disciples.

A few days ago, he was still dreaming about the soaring strength after leaving the land of inheritance.

Just yesterday, he was still complacent about the genre of pulse skills.

thump!

In the end, he fell in a pool of blood, silent again.

Many Hongyemen disciples were immediately frightened and took a few steps back, looking at Wen Ping who was rising from Yujian with horror. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Wen Ping asked coldly: "Give you two choices, one to die and the other to follow me."

"I choose two!"

"I also choose two!"

There will be a second and a third immediately if there is the first one.

In less than ten breaths, more than fifty people present all chose the second option.

So what is the second option?

Of course it is to plant trees back to immortality.

It's a pity to kill.

Only plant trees!

Wen Ping also hasn't taken jobs for a while.

Today, it is time to harvest a batch of future land and strong people sweeping the floor and planting trees.

After everyone followed Wen Ping out of the Black Temple, each Wen Ping issued ten empty Tibetan rings, and then distributed the task of collecting heaven, material and earth treasures.

"Ten Tibetan Rings, fill me up, and don't want low-quality heaven, material and earth treasures. If I find someone put in low-quality heaven, material and earth treasures in it when I leave, he will end up better than that person just now. awful."

After finishing the task, looking around, the figure of Mulong was gone.

But Wen Ping didn't care either, because mental power found the wooden dragon lying in a daze by the river of Qujing, twenty or thirty miles away.

It is musing!

Wen Ping immediately drove the flying boat into the air and began to monitor these Hongyemen Tianjiao to collect the natural treasures.

Occasionally, when encountering someone who wanted to be clever to escape, Wen Ping directly sealed his throat with a sword, and then loudly told everyone of his death.

At the beginning, there were one or two who wanted to run by chance, but when they realized that it was unrealistic, they could only choose to collect the treasures of heaven and earth in silence.

After all, living is the most important thing!

As time passed, everyone sighed in despair while collecting the treasures of heaven and earth.

Why didn't the elders of Hongyemen come in to rescue them?

It's been two days.

(Then what... I have a thick skin, can I ask for a ticket?)