"You dare to go to the demon clan, there is no reason I dare not take you there." Rakshasa did not trust others easily, but had other plans. Now her identity is a prisoner, and it is inevitable that the fat man will suffer all the hardships before he refuses the fat man. If a woman wants to submit, there is a way. There is no reason to whisper in a low voice.

Rakshasa's plan is to agree first, and the fat man becomes unfamiliar with the demons. He can take a little trick and turn the tables on the spot.

"Since you agree, then go on the road."

On the other side of the Longmen Mountains, Chen Xuan has completed the formation and is waiting for the fat man’s five dragon beads.

The long scattered hair covered his cheeks, leaving only a pair of blood-red eyes. Now Chen Xuan is the god of killing a thousand years ago. If he didn't break into the demon clan, he might really go crazy.

"Brother, why did you bring Fairy Zhuo?" Chen Xuan raised the wine pot and took a gulp.

"Chen Xuan, you said so loudly, and you didn't want to hear it. What should you do if you call me? Pretend not to hear it?" Xiao Yixian ignored the blood-red eyes and said to himself: "Don't worry, I'm here to help, and it won't ruin your good things."

"Thank you then." Chen Xuan did not express his gratitude too much. He obtained five dragon balls and quickly activated the formation.

The dragon ball released colorful lights, shining on everyone's face. Although Chen Xuan had a ferocious face, Wang Hao and Zhuo Yue were chatting and laughing. The intimacy between them was like a couple, and they had no awareness of being about to penetrate the tiger's den.

The Demon Realm is not like the evil, filthy, and terrifying as the Xuanmen guess. It is hell. It is not otherwise, it is not worthy of the Demon Children who are wandering outside.

In fact, on the contrary, whether in terms of the cultivation environment or the folk customs, the demon world is a dream land of happiness for cultivators. However, for those in the Xuanmen who have stepped on the realm, it is undoubtedly hell.

In addition, they seemed to have forgotten the identity of Rakshasa. The fat man did what he said and no longer took any ban on Rakshasa after reaching an agreement.

All of this made Rakshasa confused, but even if there was no restriction, even if she went to the demon world, she still did not dare to act rashly. Whether Chen Xuan or Xiao Yixian, she had the ability to kill her in seconds.

"Why tell me first about how we found that person after we arrived at the Demon Realm." Wang Hao interrupted his thoughts. Although he didn't know what the Demon Realm looked like, he was sure that there were no fewer people there than the Human Realm, and the place was not smaller than the Human Realm. If there was no one who knew how to guide the way, he would bump into like a headless fly and say that if something was wrong, he would reveal his identity. All those who waited for everyone were bloody battles and endured the siege of all demons.

When he went to the demons, he wanted to take revenge, not to go against the will of heaven. Wang Hao was impulsive but not confused, so he brought Rakshasa, which was considered a dangerous move. You know, this was undoubtedly a time bomb.

"The person you are looking for is a subordinate of Potian. That guy has a low status in the demon clan and is not valued. It is not too difficult to find an opportunity to snipe him." Rakshasa was unwilling to reveal too much information, but it was not fake to promise to help. After all, the relationship between the two parties is that cooperation has a common purpose, so that they can cooperate. First of all, Rakshasa also wants to return to the demon clan and do not want to suffer from the fat man's hands. In addition, she hated the guy who killed Yuxia and had no reason to risk his life to maintain it.

A strange eye gradually emerged from the colorful light wrapped around it, slowly opening up, unspeakable strangeness, Chen Xuan let out a cold snort and jumped in first.

Of course, the hostages must be sandwiched in the middle, which is convenient for control. Rakshasa followed him consciously. Zhuo Yue smiled and jumped in the third time. The fat man who stayed at the end collected the dragon ball. Then he followed in. This was undoubtedly the most perfect order. Although it was not discussed, everyone's actions were surprisingly coordinated, and even Rakshasa was particularly cooperative.

The air is clear and the sun is bright. The spiritual energy is no less than the spiritual veins of Xuanmen. This is not the presence of any sect, it is just an empty wilderness. Is this really a demon world? Wang Hao suddenly felt that the place he came from was like a demon world, this is a paradise for cultivators. People who don’t understand the demons enjoy this rare blessed land, why do they still covet the human world? They are simply a group of idiots.

"I'll say a few words first. Come here, don't mention the word "Demon Clan". The name is Xuanmen's yelling. If you mention these two words, you can be caught on the spot. Also, your clothes are not suitable, you must change them as soon as possible." Rakshasattva was not ready to betray the fat man, so he had to give a message to remind him. In addition, even if she wanted to betray the fat man, it was not at this time. No matter what she thought, who would cooperate with the Xuanmen people would be betrayal.

In the era when humans and gods coexist, the demon clan was originally a branch of Xuanmen. Because of the special cultivation method, it was excluded by other sects. Later, the conflict between the two sides became more and more intense. The ancestors of the demon clan were unwilling to fight with their compatriots to lose both sides, so they used their supreme magic power and an unknown artifact to open up an independent and claustrophobic space and led their disciples to escape. This is why everything in the current demon world is far superior to Xuanmen, because it was originally the ancestor of the demon clan built on the blueprint in his heart.

There are very few people in the Demon Realm at the beginning, which is just a sect. Everyone chooses to practice in the place they like.

Later, some people gave up their cultivation because of lack of talent, lived a life of ordinary people, got married and had children, and of course, they could work with their beloved without ending their cultivation. People could reproduce in any environment. This is one of the few instincts that humans have preserved to this day.

Later, the population of the demon clan continued to grow and gradually formed its current scale. There were not only cultivators, but also ordinary people, with similar structures to those in the human world.

Unlike Xuanmen, the demon clan is based on cultivators. All tribesmen are united under the command of the Demon Lord. There has been no war for thousands of years, no dynasty iterations, no strange foreign cultures, and all clothing and civilizations are maintained.

Wang Hao knew nothing about these history and didn't care. He murmured to Zhuo Yue: "They are not called demons, who are called demons? The madman never admits that he is a madman."

"What did you say?" Rakshasa accidentally heard it. He forgot his situation in anger, and his life was still in his hands.

Wang Hao knew that he was in the wrong, so he was not afraid of her. He randomly said: "I mean you are not called the Demon Clan, what's that?"

"Nothing is called" Rakshasa with anger, the title of Xuanmen was also originally called by ordinary people. It was mainly to distinguish it from ordinary people and from the cultivation family. After a long time, everyone agrees with this title. If all the worlds are cultivators, there is no distinction between Xuanmen or cultivation family. The title is meaningless. This is the case with the demon clan.

"Then what do you call Xuanmen?" Wang Hao asked with a desperate heart.

When the "Demon Clan" spit out these two words, Rakshasa gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, and his expression was very vivid.

The demon clan is not a good word, it can basically be understood as heresy. Both hostile snobs call each other a demon clan. This is not unusual, and it is easy to understand, but Wang Hao's expression is full of depression.

While speaking, Rakshasa took out the clothes from the bracelet and distributed them to everyone

The clothing of the demon clan is very unique. The main raw material is animal skin, which is a bit like the clothes of hunters. When they moved to the demon world, they probably did not have textile technology.

"There are so many masters in the demon race. If you can't fly far from the sword, you will be noticed. Therefore, it is wise to walk and walk around with a large number of people. Use the crowd to cover up your traces. In this way, you can get twice the result with half the effort. "Waiting for everyone to change their clothes, Rakshasa has a serious explanation,

"Warning you once, don't play tricks." Chen Xuan reminded coldly. Even if all the experts present were masters, they could not bear the sharp murderous aura.

With Chen Xuandi's skills, if he meets a demon clan, he will kill him. He doesn't care about killing a few more people, and he doesn't want to waste time on this, Rakshasa's proposal is obviously unwilling to be hurt by the same clan. Everyone knows it and doesn't want to point it out.

Rakshasa did not dare to look directly at the blood-red eyes, and said with a thorn in his mouth: "After you arrive at the market, don't talk, I will negotiate everything."

Fortunately, Chen Xuan did not pursue the matter, and the group finally set off.

Although Rakshasa's proposal is selfish and harmless, he rushes in the crowd during the day. At night, he finds a small hotel to rest. It is not fast, but it saves a lot of trouble for more than ten days. Even half of the cultivator has not encountered it. It should be said that it is an anomaly.

After the explanation of Rakshasa, everyone understood the reason. The Demon World is similar to the Xuanmen. Cultivators and Qingchang people have their own living spaces and do not disturb each other.

Chen Xuan rarely speaks, but his hostility towards Rakshasa has been reduced a lot.

In the early morning, Wang Hao suggested eating in the inn. Although he was in a dangerous place, this guy still remained unchanged. Every time he arrived, he must taste foreign food.

Of course, the person who paid for it was Rakshasa. She glared at the fat man fiercely. It was not that she felt sorry for a few small money, but that she didn't like to show up in public. It was funny. At this point, the person who was most afraid of Chuanbang became her.

"Big brother, my windmill is broken." A little girl of six or seven years old jumped to Chen Xuan. Her pink face was inlaid with big black and white eyes, and there were faint tears in it. She held the small windmill in her hand, and she didn't seem to notice that the big brother's bloodshot eyes, which made the Demon Lord feel uneasy, were actually ignored by her.

The demon clan is more simple than the human world, treats people sincerely and is unsuspecting. Along the way, Wang Hao and others are deeply touched. However, this favorable feeling is limited to ordinary people living in the demon world who missed the inn because they were on the way. It doesn’t matter. Just look for someone, you can be treated enthusiastically. Of course, some people take the initiative to chat with Wang Hao and Xiaoyixian. In contrast, there are not many people who come to Rakshasa, which may be related to the face. Although Rakshasa is a beauty, it has a cold temperament. The cold eyes are like a warning sign. Don’t enter a stranger.

As for finding Chen Xuan, this is the only first time. Since coming to the Demon Realm, Chen Xuan is more like a Demon than a Demon. Not to mention the passers-by who don’t know each other, even Wang Hao and Zhuo Yue stay away from him. Everyone understands his eyes and his indifference. No one wants to make things boring. Only a little girl who is ignorant of human affairs dares to come to him.

At this moment, everyone was sweating for the little girl. Although she was a little girl, she was a demon clan after all. Chen Xuan had no feelings for the demon clan and would not destroy the flowers with a stingy hand. He was still a flower bud.

Except for Rakshasa, everyone believes that Chen Xuan will not hurt the girl, but he is curious about how he will deal with it and drive it away? It is unlikely. Swearing, what is Chen Xuan going to do? His evil curiosity made Wang Hao stretch his neck.

The little girl was unaware of the danger and believed that Chen Xuan could help her without a reply. She stood stubbornly

After a while, Chen Xuan's lips moved, making a sound similar to metal rubbing.

"No more turn?"

Nonsense, of course, the windmill cannot be turned, but this nonsense is very interesting, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. After all, no one wants to hurt such a child.

"Broken" the little girl stuffed the windmill into his hand, as if Chen Xuan should help her repair it. Perhaps in the eyes of the children, all adults can help her. There is nothing wrong with this idea, but the wrong one is the adults.

The slender bamboo stick is fixed with wind leaves made of three leaves. The windmill is too simple and the proportion is seriously out of order. Even if it is not broken now, the leaves will always turn yellow after a while. Then the windmill will have a bamboo stick left. The little girl doesn't know what she wants to cry. I don't know which unscrupulous businessman made this kind of thing to fool the child.

"It seems that the demons are not a pure land." Fatty people can always understand the general trend in the details, and their conclusions always tend to be beneficial to their side.

"I am a prodigal businessman and I think they are like you. This toy for judging others by yourself is not a magic weapon. Even if it is not broken for ten days and half a month, I will get tired of playing with it. Isn't it thrown away?" Xiao Yixian smiled and exposed the fat man's true feelings. What good toys can a mountain wilderness give to children. Most of the windmills are made for adults to play with.

After staying in complex places for a long time, when I first came to a simple place, I felt a little at a loss. The little girl was like a faint green, giving people the joy of the breeze blowing on her face.

With Chen Xuan's knowledge and means, he was really useless to repair a broken windmill, but he still did it very seriously. In addition to making the small windmill turn again, he also used the method of refining the windmill to make the windmill strong in structure. After the improved windmill, even if it is a small gentle wind, it can turn wildly for a while.

"The mystery of the formation is indeed infinite." Xiao Yixian observed extremely carefully, and his praise came from the heart.

The small bamboo sticks and leaves cannot withstand the three true fires. Chen Xuan completed the transformation entirely by relying on the changes in the formation and the grasp of the structure. This utilitarianism makes the top architects feel ashamed. It is a masterpiece that combines mechanics and formations, unparalleled.

The little girl naturally couldn't see the mystery, but the windmill was turning back. In order to make the windmill turn quickly, she ran happily, and in a blink of an eye, she faded out of everyone's sight.

The small episode made everyone smile knowingly. Chen Xuan seemed to have done something very amazing. For him, it is much more difficult to make a child happy than to die dozens of masters. But he can't laugh. At least before he dies of the murderer who killed Yuxia, don't expect him to return to normal.

Whether it is the demon clan or the Xuanmen, they are essentially the same. They all yearn for peace and stability, even monsters like Chen Xuan have a kind side, and hatred and desire are like devils. Once they confuse the hearts of the superiors, they will cause disaster to the creatures.

Everyone present understands this simple truth, but they are all circulating in hatred and cannot extricate themselves. It’s not that they don’t understand the truth, but it’s too difficult to do it.

The simple straw hut collapsed in an instant, and five guests fell from the sky. Although they were wearing leather outfits, they looked like they were hunting groups, but the flying sword exposed their identities. Cultivators, these people are children of the demon clan.

"Who are you?" The other party's tone was not kind, as if he was ready to take action at any time.

Luosha was quietly surprised. When she left, the demons remained in the farming and hunting society, and the folk customs were simple. Although there was no need to say that they had enough food and clothing, residents could still not close their households at night.

In addition, the demons are claustrophobic and there is no external threat. Such investigations are unimaginable, and their tone has changed a lot, almost the same as the Xuanmen. Could it be that what happened to the demons in this thousand years?
Chapter completed!