"Are you a demon man?"

Rao Tianhuang sighed helplessly and waved his hand: "Do you think I look like a demon man in my body?"

Meng Yang didn't say anything, turned around and looked at the corpse refining tower behind him with a cold light in his eyes.

On each level of the Corpse Refining Tower of the Corpse Gate, there are hundreds of stone gates that enter the Corpse Refining Pit.

There were also many demons stepping on magic weapons and landing in front of one of the stone gates, entering or leaving.

The highest level of the corpse refining tower also brought and went from the demon barbarian monks.

But the aura emitted by every demon barbarian cultivator is the strength of the palace martial arts.

After thinking carefully, Meng Yang would probably understand the division of this level as huge and complex as a spider web.

The lowest-level stone gate of the Corpse Refining Tower should be provided for the Demon Barbarian disciples in the early martial arts stage.

As the stone steps rise, the disciples who come in and out are stronger.

Although Meng Yang did not find that Qiu Yun had been there in Qiu Yun's memory.

But without speculation, we can know that the space in the corpse refining pit will definitely become larger and larger.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang quickly controlled the ripples in his heart, calmed down, and prepared to leave to the huge cave where Zhou Yang was.

Unexpectedly, the spiritual power in the body had just started to flow. A woman with a beautiful appearance and a high breast with a high appearance.

Dragging the escape light under his feet, he suddenly flew quickly from a distance and soon landed in front of Meng Yang.

Before the person arrived, a cold and cold breath that came to her face made Meng Yang subconsciously narrow his eyes.

This woman has a willow leaf bent eyebrows, has poor face and is very polite, and her figure is exactly the same as a human woman.

Under a black silk robe and gauze skirt, she showed her eye-catching jade legs.

The blue hair behind the ears radiated a unique strange fragrance.

The cold and delicate face became even colder the moment she saw Meng Yang.

A hint of disgust flashed in those charming eyes that seemed to be fascinating.

And this woman is the woman Qiu Yun scolded the bitch in the corpse refining pit.

His cultivation level has reached the peak of the middle stage of the first martial arts.

I am afraid that it will not take long to break through the middle stage of the Chu Martial Arts and enter the ranks of the genius disciples of the late stage of the Chu Martial Arts in Shimen.

However, when Meng Yang felt curious, this woman was also a demon man, so why was the man's pattern not revealed?

Could it be that the demon barbarian pattern is also related to strength? Can it be easily restrained and released?

So do the barbarian patterns on Mo Man's body also have the effect of condensing the skin, bones, and body?

"Senior Brother Qiu Yun, I, Yu Jing, have said it many times. I will take care of my own corpse refining pit by myself. I don't need anyone's help. You can't do it. Please don't enter my corpse refining pit privately in the future. Otherwise, don't blame me for not thinking about my fellow disciples, report this matter to the Elders' Hall and handle it according to the rules of the sect..."

Meng Yang's face was as normal as usual, and he still squinted his eyes.

As soon as Yu Jing finished speaking, she clasped her fists and nodded.

I was afraid that after a long time, this woman would see through her identity, so she did not hesitate and slapped Qiu Yun's storage bag.

As the sword sounded, he stepped on it and flew into the distance without looking back.

Such a straightforward departure made Yu Jing unable to help but raise her eyebrows and look at Meng Yang's leaving back.

A strange feeling couldn't help but appear in her mind, which made her stunned.

This is not the one she knows about. Qiu Yun likes to stick to her and please her.

Moreover, such a quick decision and unhesitant personality is definitely not pretended to be Qiu Yun.

Looking at the gradually blurred back gradually disappearing into the beautiful eyes, Yu Jing suddenly had an illusion.

It seemed as if Qiu Yun in front of him suddenly seemed to have changed.

A person who doesn't want to have any connection with himself or herself.

Although the gloomy aura on his body was exactly the same as Qiu Yun.

But in this aura, there is an extremely strong sense of hostility.

This kind of hostility will only appear if you have experienced great hardships and have hatred in your heart.

After thinking about it carefully, Yu Jing, who was filled with strange emotions, was suddenly stunned.

Turning his head and looking at the stone door of his corpse refining pit, he whispered and rushed in immediately as the stone door opened.

Flying westward, a black continuous mountain range appeared in front of Meng Yang.

This mountain range is like the back of the earth, traversing hundreds of miles, supporting a red river flowing from west to east.

In this black mountain range, every kilometer, there is a huge hole embedded in the back of the earth.

Following Qiu Yun's memory, Meng Yang immediately flew down on one of the Black Forest ridges.

I looked at the slightly quiet cave with weeds all around me.

The giant cave looks small outside, with only a closed door opening, but there is hundreds of square meters of space inside.

There was also a formation set up by Qiu Yun in front of the giant cave, but this formation was covered with holes and loopholes under Meng Yang's spiritual consciousness.

As Meng Yang downplayed his fingers a little, the spiritual energy contained in the formation collapsed and instantly shattered.

When he arrived in front of the stone gate, Meng Yang pinched the spirit seal with his hands and lifted it gently, and the stone gate opened with a loud bang.

The layout inside the giant cave is simple, with only two rooms.

In a room without any furniture, it is obviously used by Qiu Yun to practice normally.

On the other side, there are wooden frames, and count them carefully, and there are twenty-three numbers.

On these wooden racks, many books on puppet-making account for half.

The rest were all put into various herbs, elixirs, and bones that made Meng Yang unable to attract any interest.

These bones include humans and spiritual beasts.

Fortunately, Qiu Yun handled it cleanly and had no odor spread.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Yang withdrew his gaze and turned to Qiu Yun’s practice room.

With calmness, I sat cross-legged on the soft cushion in the center of the room, feeling a little confused.

"What's the expression of a boy? This is the tip of the old iceberg of ancient burials, and even darker things happen every day."

"If you want to change, you can only become stronger. If you want to become stronger, you naturally have to bear stronger binding forces under the laws of heaven."

"Just this scene of the Demon Man Corpse Sect will shock you and you haven't recovered yet? Your tolerance is too poor."

Meng Yang pursed his lips, and he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "You are you, I am me, different."

"If I saw the faces of my friends and relatives in the Corpse Sect Corpse Refining Pit that day, I might behave worse than I am now."

Rao Tianhuang laughed and said, "Do you know what you call this? Whisper without any illness and pretend."

"With this time, it's better to practice. At that time, your fists will be big, and even a breath of energy can destroy ten or eight demons like the corpse sect. At that time, you will be too late to avoid them. Who dares to provoke you? Who dares to be enemies with you, and who dares to cause trouble?"

"Just as I said at the Qianyuan Sect Banquet, this is just beginning, your journey is very long."

Meng Yang's heart was wafting, and a trace of bitterness began to flood in his heart.

Hesitated, I don’t know if I had figured it out or was too lazy to think about it, so I asked in Ningsheng.

"What is the way of heaven you just mentioned? Why should we restrain strong cultivators?"

"The way of heaven is a will, and a law of invisible and intangible strong man. He can be regarded as a chessboard. We monks are chess pieces in the chessboard. Since we are chess pieces, there are naturally cannon fodder and soldiers. A cultivator with strong cultivation is naturally a general. When the general in the chessboard becomes higher and higher, we will naturally be curious about the world outside the chessboard."

Rao Tianhuang sighed and chuckled: "If you want to escape from the control of the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao will naturally use the laws to increase the binding power of this person, and even destroy it..."

"The enemy of a monk's life is said to be time. Time is without trace, and naturally there is no hope of immortality. But an enemy that is stronger and ruthless than time is this way of heaven. Since it has its own rules, if you don't act according to your will, you will naturally be erased."

"People who make him feel dangerous will naturally be over-careed, and those who make him feel hated will naturally go through various hardships. People who make him feel unhappy will naturally be destroyed and suffer all their lives..."

Rao Tianhuang said this and his tone made Meng Yang frown.

"So am I the type of person who makes Tiandao feel unhappy?"

"Just, you overestimate yourself too much. You can't even be qualified as cannon fodder now. How can the Heavenly Dao notice you?"

"The law of fighting in the cultivation world is ruthless. If you have everything, you will be a funeral object that will be sacrificed by the way..."

Meng Yang laughed at himself. Although he was a little poor, the facts were as true as Rao Tianhuang said.

With his current cultivation level, in the entire cultivation world, he is like a stone staircase, and no one can trample on it, and no one cares.

No one even noticed the stone under his feet that made them step onto a higher position.

"Don't be a frog in the well. In your eyes, you can destroy the existence of Zhenwu in the realm of a sect. In this cultivation world, you are also a cannon fodder, and you are not even qualified to carry shoes for cannon fodder..."

Meng Yang's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes were shocked, and he said incredible: "Don't lie to me. If Zhenwu is so unbearable, how could he shrink into an inch and teleport thousands of miles, understand the three thousand great ways, achieve a thousand-year life span, and be respected by thousands of people?"

"Hahaha, understand the three thousand great ways, achieve a thousand years of life, and be respected by thousands of people?"

Rao Tianhuang smiled, chuckled, laughed loudly, and finally turned into crazy laughter.

Amid the laughter, the unconcealed disdain and contempt made Meng Yang's face suddenly turn red.

When the laughter gradually disappeared, Rao Tianhuang's tone suddenly became extremely serious, and he said word by word: "Let me tell you that Chu Wu, Gong Wu, Ju Ling, and the heavenly fetus below the Grand Master level are the most trashy existences in the entire cultivation world..."

Speaking of the word "trash", Meng Yang's red face turned extremely blue at a speed visible to the naked eye. Rao Tianhuang's sentences were like a knife piercing into his heart, and his merciless words made Meng Yang's face dark and silent.

"Even if Zhenwu is of course the best existence in your heart, it is still garbage..."

Meng Yang gritted his teeth and remained silent. He didn't know that Rao Tianhuang's words of Zhenwu were trash. If the existence of Zhenwu cultivators were heard, would he be hunted down all over the world? But he understood that Rao Tianhuang was opening a door to him.

A road leading to the end of the road and the more exciting and magnificent gate.

Under the beating heart, Meng Yang's eyes showed seriousness, listening to the proud sound that echoed in his mind, as if it was shaving a huge wave.

"Above Zhenwu, it is the realm of body tempering."
Chapter completed!