Chapter 477 Meng Wanqiu's Pain

Two sword lights shot up into the sky.

A chill and a purple air filled the air, slashing fiercely on the demon hand.

The two swords joined forces, and even the peak of the celestial realm would be severely damaged.

The people at the scene looked up at the sky, with hope in their eyes.

Endless ripples appeared on the demon hand, blocking the two sword lights directly.

Two such terrible sword lights could not shake the spiritual defense outside the demon hand, and could only let it shrink back into the vortex and disappear without a trace!

The faces of the onlookers were extremely ugly. The appearance of the demon hand just now had explained many problems.

In the Jingtian domain, there are already foreign demons in the cave realm.

But so far, no one has discovered where these foreign demons are hiding!

Zhou Yuan stared at the disappearing vortex calmly, with a cold light in his eyes.

He was originally very satisfied with his cultivation, but now he felt a sense of crisis.

This world is far more terrifying than he imagined, and it is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

The demons from outside the domain have already infiltrated, but the major forces are still thinking about crazy expansion.

I poked this hornet's nest today, and it will definitely be noticed by those who are interested, and it is more likely to be noticed by the demons from outside the domain.

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath and decided to speed up the practice of "Hongmeng Thunder God Ceremony".

Now he only needs to practice "Hongmeng Thunder God Ceremony" to the sixth level of perfection, and his cultivation can directly reach the peak of Tianmen Realm.

As for breaking through to the Tianxiang Realm, it is not so easy for him, because he must wait until his spell art breaks through to the seventh-level spell master.

Zhou Yuan felt a sense of urgency in his heart, and he had a premonition that the demons from outside the domain would definitely find him in the future!

Zhou Yuan followed everyone and went to the Jinsha Gang. There were now thousands of people gathered here, and many people rushed into the passage below.

Soon, the demon statues were discovered and then smashed to pieces by everyone.

Tonight's North Bank City is destined to be a sleepless night. What happened tonight is too big.

News spread out and reached all the major sects.

Zhou Yuan found an inn, sat cross-legged, and took out the sound transmission stone.

"Brother Zhou Yuan, I will practice the Heavenly Demon Art from today, and I need to be in seclusion for three months. I can't leave you a message during these three months!"

Leng Qingxue's voice came from the sound transmission stone.

Zhou Yuan originally wanted to tell Leng Qingxue about what happened in North Bank City, but then he thought about it and gave up.

He was afraid of disturbing Leng Qingxue's seclusion.

Zhou Yuan put away the sound transmission stone, then slowly closed his eyes and practiced the Hongmeng Thunder God Ceremony!

In the Tiannu Sect, Meng Wanqiu was practicing with her eyes closed. Since she talked with Qin Yunxiu, her mood has improved a lot and she is no longer anxious.

She learned a lot about Zhou Yuan, which was naturally told to her by Qin Yunxiu.

At this moment, Meng Wanqiu suddenly felt something, opened her eyes, and then her pupils shrank slightly.

Because at some point, an axe floated in front of her.

The axe was quietly suspended in front of her, without any breath coming out, but she felt a sense of familiarity deep in her bones.

Meng Wanqiu frowned slightly, she felt the call from the axe, a voice telling her to hold the axe.

She slowly raised her right hand, and the axe trembled slightly, and a trace of magic emerged.

Meng Wanqiu was shocked, and her right hand retracted like lightning.

But she was fast, and the axe was even faster. The moment she retracted her hand, it had automatically appeared in her right hand.

Meng Wanqiu wanted to throw it away directly, but for some reason, she felt that the axe was hers, and there was a sense of flesh and blood connection.

Meng Wanqiu herself didn't know that the moment she held the axe in her hand, a mark appeared in her white eyebrows.

This mark was a magic flower, and in the middle of the magic flower, a magic axe was wrapped in it.

A special memory emerged in Meng Wanqiu's mind.

This memory was like a surging torrent, drowning her directly, and Meng Wanqiu showed an extremely painful expression on her face.

An hour later, the painful expression on Meng Wanqiu's face slowly disappeared, and her eyes showed endless confusion.

"Impossible! This is not true!"

"I must have had a nightmare, all this is fake, fake!"

Meng Wanqiu muttered to herself, her face was ashen, and her lifelong faith collapsed at this moment.

The magic axe in her hand turned into a stream of light and disappeared between her eyebrows.

Meng Wanqiu grabbed her hair with both hands, and then a bleak smile appeared on her face.

She felt that God had played a cruel joke on her, but this joke was not funny at all.

The originally bright world suddenly collapsed at this moment, and she felt that she was going crazy.

At this moment, Meng Wanqiu's momentum began to rise, and in just a moment, her cultivation broke through and reached the late stage of the celestial realm.

If it was before, she would definitely be very happy, but at this moment, she only felt endless ridicule.

The breakthrough in her cultivation continued. After half an incense stick, her cultivation had reached the peak of the Celestial Realm.

In less than an incense stick of time, she saved decades of hard cultivation.

Meng Wanqiu's tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, and a bleak smile appeared on her face!

She was confused, and she didn't know where to go.

Meng Wanqiu opened her left hand, with a special mark in her palm.

As she practiced her skills, rolling demonic energy poured out from her left palm, causing Meng Wanqiu to burst into tears.

"I don't want it. This is not me. I am just Meng Wanqiu. I am not the incarnation of the Demon Lord!"

Meng Wanqiu wanted to cut off her left hand, but there was a voice in her heart telling her not to do anything stupid.

"Meng Wanqiu, leave the Tiannu Sect. You have begun to awaken the blood of the demon clan. If you stay, you will be discovered. Leave!"

This voice kept ringing in Meng Wanqiu's mind, causing endless pain on Meng Wanqiu's face.

"Meng Wanqiu, leave. Countless demons are waiting for you to lead them. You will become the master of the Xuantian Star Region!"

The voice in her mind rang again, full of endless temptation.

"No, I don't want to be a demon king, I just want to be Meng Wanqiu, I want to wait for Zhou Yuan to come!"

"He has many means, he can definitely help me!"

A voice sounded in Meng Wanqiu's heart, fighting against the voice in her head.

Meng Wanqiu sat cross-legged and pointed a finger directly at herself.

With this finger, Meng Wanqiu's face turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out, her cultivation level fell rapidly, and she became the middle stage of the celestial realm again.

As her cultivation level fell, the voice in her head gradually disappeared.

"Zhou Yuan, what should I do? Will you still want me?"

Blood kept dripping from the corners of Meng Wanqiu's mouth, and then she burst into tears!