Chapter 749 Leave the Seal and See the Demon Domain

I wanted to go to the Demon Realm for a while, but I didn't expect to be rejected by Xianmeng.

Fang Yuan remained calm. After returning from Bahuang City, he asked the old deacon to find a large number of references related to the Demon Realm, and carefully read them several times. The old deacon also guessed what Fang Yuan was thinking. Although he found the references according to his words, he still persuaded him a few times in private. Can you take such risks?

His words made sense, Fang Yuan agreed, the old deacon felt relieved, and went to work on his own. Although a large number of monsters have been basically wiped out, there are still many things to do around the monsters, such as training, patrolling, planting fairy seeds, etc.

However, the old deacon thought that his Daoist had just done a great thing and became famous all over the world. He should spend a few days of leisure, drink tea and read books, and just wait for the opening of the four great secret realms to take a share of his own fortune.

But unexpectedly, less than half a month later, he finished dealing with the internal affairs of the pass, and when he came to greet Fang Yuan as usual, he suddenly found that Fang Yuan had disappeared. In the empty hall, only one army seal was hanging on the Ming Hall!

The old deacon was stunned, and it took a long time to understand: "Run away?"

"My Taoist actually ran away?"

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Only then did I realize that Fang Yuan had never given up on the idea of ​​going to the Demon Realm, and knew that with his current status, no matter Wangqing Island or Bahuang City, he would not be allowed to go to the Demon Realm to take risks, but he simply didn't tell anyone, and as soon as he hung the seal, he left.

Shocked, the old deacon had no choice but to report to Bahuang City while sending a letter to Wangqing Island.

"Gone with the seal?"

Elder Gu Tie was also taken aback when he heard the news: "Where did you go?"

The old deacon looked worried: "I'm worried that he went to the Demon Realm!"

"It's just nonsense!"

Elder Gu Tie looked serious: "What is his identity? Daozi of Wangqing Island, the guard of Shenguan, and he has made great achievements in the side of the devil. He is very important, and he is half a step into a god. If this kind of human arrogance falls into the hands of those old monsters in the demon realm, how can he come back easily? It's too nonsense. How can a person like him do such things? Do you really think that the demon realm is so easy to break through?"

"Even if it's a transformation of the gods, I don't dare to enter and exit the demon realm lightly!"

"In the territory of those old monsters, if he is in danger, even the saints may not be able to rescue him in time!"

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After the two discussed it, they could only temporarily suppress the news that Fang Yuan had left the devil's side, lest more people guess his whereabouts. At the same time, they sent out countless spies and spies, just thinking of finding Fang Yuan quickly and persuading him to come back. Otherwise, whether something happened to him or it affected the peace talks of the Xianmeng League, it would be an unacceptable result!

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Just when Zhenmoguan was jumping up and down for a while, Fang Yuan had already brought the white cat, crossed the Dangyou Mountain in the extreme east of the devil's border, dressed in a green robe, and walked slowly on the desolate land, his shadow was stretched very long by the setting sun behind him.

"Having dealt so much with Yaoyu before and after, it's time to see what it looks like, right?"

Fang Yuan thought it was interesting that he walked away with a seal, and said to the white cat squatting on his shoulder.

"Meow?"

The white cat narrowed its eyes and let out an indifferent cry.

It's been a long time with the white cat, although the white cat can't speak, and can't communicate with people with its spiritual sense...or it's too lazy to communicate with people's spiritual sense... But Fang Yuan can still understand its meaning, shook his head, and said: "I don't have any specific purpose, I just have to go and have a look. If I can help the Immortal League, I will help it. If I can't, I will kill a few more demons!"

After a pause, he smiled and said, "The most important thing is to kill a few monsters!"

The white cat didn't answer directly this time, but just curled up into a snowball and squatted, with an expression of "as long as you're happy".

Fang Yuan stopped talking and quickened his pace.

With his current cultivation base, this brisk walk quickly blurred his figure.

After a few breaths, it seemed that an invisible door appeared in front of him, and his figure disappeared immediately.

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Yaoyu, located between Kyushu and Mobian, is a vast and desolate area. There are almost no plains in the area, only endless deep mountains and grassy swamps.

It is bordered by Kyushu in the east, bounded by Yumen Shenguan, bounded by Mobian in the west, and bounded by Dangming Mountain. Although this area is desolate, it has an extremely wide terrain, almost one-third of the size of the entire Kyushu. It seems that there are green mountains and clear waters everywhere. It seems that the environment is very good, but in fact, this huge area lacks spiritual veins. It is not particularly suitable for cultivation, but it is a desolate place in the eyes of practitioners.

And the monsters in this world, nine out of ten, all gather in this domain.

According to legend, in ancient times, the monster race and the human race still lived together and fought endlessly. Later, the human race became stronger and monopolized such precious lands as Kyushu, while the monster race was expelled into the barren mountains of the monster domain. The blood feud between the two sides has a long history.

Fang Yuan also knew that entering the demon realm with his own identity would definitely cause a lot of unnecessary troubles, so after he entered the demon realm, he concealed his aura and looked like an ordinary man in green robe. As long as he didn't meet some old monsters with extremely profound cultivation, let alone see through his identity, he might not even be able to tell whether he was a human or a demon.

"Here...is the Demon Realm?"

From the first moment he set foot on the land of Yaoyu, a strange feeling rose in Fang Yuan's heart.

He was born to hate monsters, and he would kill them whenever he encountered them. He never thought that he would have a moment to set foot on the land of monsters.

However, since we are here, we must take a good look at these monsters.

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After identifying the location, Fang Yuan knew that he should be in the west of the Demon Realm, near Xiaojun Mountain, the holy mountain of the Demon Realm.

This demon realm lacks spiritual veins, and the spiritual energy is thin. If one wants to cultivate, one must rely on some spiritual resources.

And these mountain ranges that can give birth to some spiritual mines and god mines are called holy mountains by the demon domain, and they are all occupied by big monsters of various veins.

Legend has it that these holy mountains rise along the Styx River in the Demon Realm, which does not know whether it is real or not. After being washed by the river, many sacred mines are bred. The people of the demon clan mined it, and they can use the spiritual practice in the divine mine.

After identifying the direction, Fang Yuan didn't plan to do anything immediately, but put his hands behind his back and walked slowly.

He was going to take a look first.

He wants to see how the monsters that invaded Yunzhou thousands of years ago and poisoned the souls grew out.

Fang Yuan swayed in his green robe, and walked among the mountains. When there were people, his speed would be slower, and when there was no one, his speed would be faster. Sometimes he looked like a casual traveler, and sometimes he was like a shadow, wandering across the land of the Demon Realm.

Soon, in front of his eyes, only the shadows of the trees were sparse, but a small valley appeared between the mountains. Inside, there were a few dilapidated thatched houses, and the smoke was sparse. It seemed to be a small village. The evil spirit was billowing inside. It was clear that there were monsters gathering for many years.

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, nature is similar, habits are far away..."

But unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the edge of the village, Fang Yuan heard the sound of reading aloud.

This made him somewhat astonished, he hesitated for a moment, and went in anyway.

I saw this small tribe with only dozens of thatched cottages, with a radius of no more than a li. There was a huge millstone in the middle of the village, and there was an ancient well next to it. Next to the magic disk, there was an old man wearing a gray robe with a hunched back. He brought seven or eight fur balls in coarse clothes and a long tail behind them to study. Their voices were immature, and they shook their heads one by one.

And beside the well not far away, there are several shirtless men busy.

They looked like strong men, but some had long pointed ears, some had sharp teeth, and some had wolf heads. They were holding sharp knives, peeling off the deerskin in their hands, cutting them into pieces, and throwing them into the steaming cauldron in front of them.

On the other side, there is a group of fat women who are beating their clothes vigorously by the small river. Laughter comes from time to time, which sounds very happy. The sound of reading, the smell of meat, and the sound of washing clothes make this small village unspeakably quiet and peaceful.

Fang Yuan stood quietly at the entrance of the village, feeling that the atmosphere was completely different from what he had imagined.

"You... who are you?"

At this moment, a hesitant voice rang out, but it was the old man who was teaching the little Maotuan to read. When he looked up, he saw Fang Yuan standing in the village with a white robe squatting on his shoulders.

"Wow..."

Before Fang Yuan could answer, the others also found out his existence and were all taken aback.

The sound of reading disappeared, and a group of little hairballs looked over curiously.

The man who was slaughtering a deer held a deer stripping knife in his hand, his eyes were fierce, and he stared at Fang Yuan firmly.

And the fat women who were washing clothes by the small river also stood up in a daze, their faces showing a little panic.

"I don't know where this guest came from..."

At this time, the old man who taught stood up tremblingly, and cupped his hands to Fang Yuan: "Is it a demon... or a human?"

Fang Yuan quietly looked at the people around him, and after a while, he said, "It's people!"