Magic Valley is full of poisonous weeds, and the soil is purple-black.

There is a vast space in the valley. Through the dense poisonous fog and demonic miasma, you can see boiling black pools. If an ordinary monk falls into the pool, he will instantly turn into white bones.

Extremely dangerous.

Mu Lingxi walked into the valley with a space bag.

"Ao!"

The poisonous fog rolled, black, like waves of ink, rushing all the way above her head.

In the poisonous fog, a thick black python can be seen, with seven large wings covering the sky and the earth.

"Wow!"

The black python flew down, his body became smaller, and he stood in front of Mu Lingxi.

But he looks like a four- or five-year-old child.

Magic Gate was barefoot, with magic patterns on his face, his eyes were evil, and his two rows of sharp teeth were exposed. He complained: "I starved to death, starved to death, and I will send a group of creatures from the holy realm to come in and let me eat it."

"We have agreed that we will not eat flesh and blood creatures in the future. Why have you forgotten?"

Mu Lingxi hit his bare head.

"I haven't forgotten! But it's always okay to eat a few occasionally to satisfy your cravings, right?"

Magic eyes were quick and quick, and he snatched a space bag tied to Mu Lingxi around his waist. When he opened it, he immediately frowned and looked disgusted, saying, "Why is it the green lyrics again?"

As he said that, he had already sat on the ground, took out the crystal-like jade fruits and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Baji!Baji!"

One mouthful at a time.

There is no spitting of the nucleus.

"These vermicelly fruits are all tributed by monks from hundreds of thousands of miles in a radius. When they are taken to the outside world, one can be sold at a high price. Are you still picky?"

Mu Lingxi sat next to him, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the sky.

"What price can you sell? How much holy stones can you sell? Is it auctioned in the auction hall? Or is it sold in the magnificent ancient city you mentioned?" Magic asked very curiously and excitedly.

Mu Lingxi said: "Although the Cuilion fruit has strong alchemy value, it is not particularly rare and cannot enter the auction house."

"Tell me about the outside world again. I want to listen to the stories of the dragon clan, the legend of the sword god, and the affairs of the heavenly court are also very interesting." Magic said expectantly while scratching his ears and heads.

Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm is almost isolated from the world, and successors like Gu Shejing are born only once every ten thousand years.

Although Magic Gate is the mount of God Liu, it has never left Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm and rarely leaves this valley. Therefore, it is full of curiosity about the outside world.

His understanding of the outside world was through Mu Lingxi's narration, so he naturally felt extremely novel. He listened with relish and fascinated every time.

"Forget it today!"

Mu Lingxi was not very interested and did not have the same smile as before on his face.

The magic gland knew how to observe words and expressions, and asked: "Why? You can tell a story casually."

"Just count the time, I have been in the Hell Realm for a thousand years!" Mu Lingxi suddenly said.

"What's wrong with a thousand years? A thousand years is quite short. I've been in this valley for tens of thousands of years." Magic continued to eat fruits, looking heartless.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and asked, "By the way! I haven't asked you. According to what you said, the heaven and hell are opposite each other, either you die or I die. What are you, a monk from the heaven, doing in the hell realm?"

"Look for someone!"

"Has found it?"

Mu Lingxi was silent for a long time, bit his red lips lightly, shook his head, and showed a painful and cold look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "He was killed a thousand years ago!"

The magic gauze nodded and said, "It's good to be killed, that's good, it's good... No, I don't mean that. I mean, who killed me, should I help you with revenge? I'm very cruel!"

His childish face squeezed out a fierce look and gritted his teeth and stared at him.

Mu Lingxi said nothing and shook his head gently.

"By the way! What we discussed a few days ago can be put on the agenda!"

"We sneak out quietly together, I will help you avenge you. If you take me to play, you must go to the Heavenly Court and Kunlun Realm. I must swim around the Tianhe you mentioned."

Mu Lingxi's heart was very painful, his eyes were red, and he said, "My enemy is extremely powerful. He is the Xiuchen God who is trembling in the Hell Realm. You are not its opponent."

"It's okay! I'm not an opponent now, and I may not have no chance in the future." Magic's eyes were round and fearless.

Mu Lingxi shook his head again and said, "Even if you have the cultivation level of fighting against the God of Xiuchen in the future, the master will not let you take action. How can the gods in the hell realm kill the gods in the hell realm?"

Thousands of years ago, she learned the bad news that Zhang Ruochen died at the hands of the God of Xiu Chen. She almost collapsed like a bolt from the blue.

Xiuchen God is one of the top gods in the world, and is famous in the hell world.

With her cultivation, she can't even be considered an ant in front of a terrifying and powerful man like Xiuchen Tianshen. It is undoubtedly a delusion to take revenge.

Mu Lingxi had long abandoned his family in Kunlun Realm. In her heart, only where Zhang Ruochen can he have a home.

However, Zhang Ruochen's fall was like the collapse of her faith, as if she had lost everything at once, and she could never think of what to do next?

Cultivation has become meaningless.

Just when she was about to die for love, the owner of Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm, Di Lao, took the demon god of the protection world to visit the Daluo Temple in the Tianluo Kingdom.

At an accidental moment, the demon god who had a strong cultivation level suddenly secretly sent a message to her, hoping to get her help.

Mu Lingxi thought he had heard it wrong. How could he, a monk in the holy realm, help him?

Mu Lingxi asked many times, but failed to get a response from the demon god of the protector.

Later, she checked the documents.

Finally, I learned about the identity of the demon god in the world protection.

Therefore, Mu Lingxi guessed that the demon god of the world protection must have not died thoroughly, and his thinking and perception must have been preserved a little. However, this kind of thinking is very weak and he will only be awake occasionally.

Most of the time, it is in a state of confusion.

Later, it was confirmed that her guess was correct.

Mu Lingxi, who had lost all hope at that time, suddenly saw hope again.

Hope of revenge!

If Chi Xingtian can be completely awakened, with his powerful cultivation, he may not be unable to kill the God of Xiuchen.

So Mu Lingxi presented the only "Demon Stone Carving" on his body to the Earth Grandma for the identity of a disciple of Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm.

If there is no hope of revenge, what is the point of living?

A person doesn’t even care about life and death, how could he still care about a stone carving?

There is wind in the valley.

The sound of the wind is as sharp as a knife.

The magic said: "Who was the person you were looking for even when you came to the Hell Realm?"

"Why don't you tell me your story?"

Mu Lingxi took out a green olive fruit, paid for it, and said, "Our story is very long and cannot be finished in three days and three nights."

"Hey! I still like to listen to long stories. Tell me quickly, tell me quickly, please, are you okay?" The magic could not see the bitterness on Mu Lingxi's face and the longing in his eyes.

The emotions in her phoenix eyes gradually dissipated and became calm, and she said, "This has to start with the Kunlun Realm."

"There is an ancient religion in Kunlun Realm called the Moon Worshiping God Cult. The God Cult wants to expand its power and march into the Eastern Region, but it is restricted by the imperial court and the Wushi Academy."

"So, a saint was sent to the Wu City Academy, and his name was Duanju Star Spirit. That saint was naturally me."

Magic Gate was extremely interested and asked, "Is the saint's status very high? Just like the Tiange Eye in Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm?"

Mu Lingxi smiled and shook his head, saying, "It is incomparable to Tiange Eye. The saint of the Divine Cult is just a pawn of the leader, and may even become a tool to win people's hearts. Don't interrupt, listen to me continue."

"The Wushi Academy is very smart and must not sneak directly. Therefore, the place where Duanju Star Spirit first worshiped was a remote academic palace. It is located in Tianmo Ridge."

"There are thirty-six counties and states around the Tianmo Ridge. The person I was looking for was the ninth prince of Yunwu County, one of the thirty-six counties. Speaking of which, I was still his senior sister."

Magic Gate was even more interested and cheered: "The story of the prince and the saint?"

"The story of senior sister and junior brother?"

"Is there anything wrong with the Heavenly Demon Ridge and the Heavenly Demon? Is "The Heavenly Demon Stone Carving" discovered in the Heavenly Demon Ridge?"

"I told you not to interrupt, why do you have so many questions? I won't talk about it!" Mu Lingxi said a little angry.

The magic said, "You talk, you talk, you keep talking, I won't talk anymore, I won't ask anymore! I eat fruit! Isn't it okay to eat fruit?"

Next, Mu Lingxi talked about many details about Tianmo Ridge and many brothers.

It is both telling stories and recalling the past, and emotions are completely devoted to it.

Before we knew it, most of the day had passed.

However, when I talked about the Dragon Palace under the water of Tongming River, a divine voice sounded in my ears: "Lingxi, come to Yunliu Temple to see me."

Mu Lingxi's two slender eyebrows as long as willow leaves frowned slightly.
To be continued...