Demon Temple.

Du Yi Shen opened his eyes and asked, "Who has the strongest swordsmanship in the world is vast and thousands of miles away?"

kendo!

Xian Xianghua was in a daze and thought of Zhou Xuanji in an instant.

She sighed quietly, not knowing if she could see him again.

To this day, she still failed to marry him, which is her most regrettable thing.

A demon cultivator replied in a trembling voice: "There may be the ancient sword master at the moment, but there may also be many sword powers that have not fallen, but are just in seclusion. Looking at the past and present, the strongest one should be the Zhongdao Saint, who can split the Great Thousand World into two halves with one sword..."

Being the Saint of the Bell?

The Uni-God frowned, it was obvious that he had heard of the name.

He murmured, "I didn't expect this guy to be from the Great Qian of the Gods. It seems that the man was him just now. Is he so strong?"

All the prisoners were nervous. The strength of the One God made them desperate. They didn't want to die, so they dared not offend the One God.

The only god closes his eyes and stops talking.

Xian Xianghua whispered to the white-haired old man, "Why didn't he kill us?"

The old man with white hair sighed and said, "I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing."

Other prisoners also began to stir up trouble. Some of them were imprisoned for several years, and some were imprisoned for months. Many prisoners were taken away by the Du Yi God and never appeared again.

This unknown fear is the most tormenting.

Time continues to pass.

Five days later.

A figure appeared on the top of the mountain and looked at the Demon Temple in the distance.

It is Zhou Xuanji.

This is his second time to come to the Demon Temple. The last time he was almost killed by the evil devil emperor. This time, his mentality has changed drastically.

He looked ahead and murmured, "Old Witch, you are not dead, your life is so strong."
Chapter completed!