While he was walking with Chu Xiaoyun, he felt Zheng Xifeng's memory in his mind.

After refining his spirit at Yunshen Mountain, he gained Zheng Xifeng's memory this time smoothly, without that kind of strong struggle and feeling of loss.

But he knew that this would not be the case next time. The inner demon is a cumulative process and is ultimately a big problem. If you want to solve it completely, you have to rely on the help of the Tianxin fall.

But Tianxinzhu is a treasure that is not passed down by Pudu Temple. How can it be impossible to kill the monks from Pudu Temple forcibly rob them? How can I get it?

He then put aside this dangerous thought and recalled Zheng Xifeng's memory.

Zheng Xifeng actually knew about the Great Demon Pearl.

He now knew that the Great Heavenly Demon Pearl actually has an inner and outer difference, and is divided into inner and outer beads.

It seems like there are stars outside the bright moon.

There is only one inner bead of the Great Heavenly Demon Bead, but there are many outer beads. If you want to get the inner bead, you must start with the outer bead.

The inner bead is hidden in the world, and can only be found through the outer bead.

Song Yunge was excited. The Great Demon Bead he obtained was probably an outer bead!

Thinking of this, he wanted to fly back to Daluo City and carefully check if it was a real outer bead.

As he walked forward, he suddenly turned around and changed his mind.

Chu Xiaoyun glanced at him in confusion, but didn't say much, just followed him and continued to be stunned.

Song Yunge frowned and looked to the side front, shook his head and resolutely moved away.

The original feeling was dangerous, but now the feeling was extremely dangerous, and the level of danger was far better than that of Zheng Xifeng.

If you rush up again, you will die.

Fortunately, the distance should be very far, so there is no need to worry about coming here.

When he ran for more than twenty miles after turning around, he suddenly jumped onto a towering tree and looked around with his hands.

After a moment, he turned his direction again, and it was at a right angle to the original direction.

Chu Xiaoyun wandered outside the sky and continued to move forward.

In the blink of an eye, five miles passed, and Song Yunge suddenly stopped and pulled the absent-minded Chu Xiaoyun.

Chu Xiaoyun looked over in confusion.

Song Yunge raised his index finger in front of his lips.

Chu Xiaoyun nodded understandingly, shut up and didn't ask much, and glanced around.

Song Yunge reached out and pressed, signaling her to stay here and not move, and she moved forward silently.

His wide robe was close to his body, not moving at all, as if he was diving into the water, silent.

After diving a mile away, he saw a middle-aged fat monk being besieged by four men in black.

The middle-aged fat monk was wearing a gray monk's robe, shaking like a wind, his fists were like iron hammers, fierce and domineering, but there was no sound.

Four men in black were as quick as ghosts, silent, with tricky and weird palm techniques, and they were hard to defend against.

Song Yunge knew at a glance that these four men in black were from the Demon Sect, so they were silent.

The four demons besieged the middle-aged fat monk, and they have already gained the upper hand, and the middle-aged fat monk is already in danger.

The middle-aged fat monk shouted violently.

However, no sound came out, and the sound was directly swallowed by the palm power of the four men in black.

Song Yunge narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized the four men in black as masters of the Demon Sect Rumeng Dao.

The Demon Sect’s Dream-Ru Meng Dao is known as the first path, and it has a similar status to the Phoenix Cliff among the six major sects, and its magical skills are even better.

The middle-aged monk's face suddenly turned golden, and his skin exposed outside the monk's robe all turned golden, like a transformed into an arhat.

Suddenly, the boxing force became stronger and faster, and the body movements of the four men in black also accelerated without being at a disadvantage.

Song Yunge shook his head.

The middle-aged monk probably couldn't hold on for too long, so he should have activated a magical skill like the Over-Tian Jue.

The four masters of the Dream-Rudao are in the realm of the Sword Saint, which is called the realm of the Demon Saint for the Demon Sect.

The middle-aged monk should be the same.

If you can beat monks like this, you may be monks from Pudu Temple.

And there is a heart of heaven falling in Pudu Temple!

Song Yunge suppressed his excitement and relieved his mood so as not to be eager for quick success and short-term profit and fail to achieve haste.

He remained motionless like a poplar tree next to him, watching them fight fiercely and silently.

The middle-aged monk's round face was smiling, exuding a sense of honesty, but he was fierce and domineering.

It seemed like an iron tower was falling one after another.

The four men in black are like the wind and dreams, floating around and unstable, and not suppressed by the iron tower.

Under Song Yunge's quiet gaze, the middle-aged monk's breathing gradually became heavy, his golden face turned white, and his movements became slower.

Song Yunge shook his head.

If this continues, the monk will definitely be consumed to death. Judging from the appearance of the four men in black, there is still plenty of energy.

In the end, it was like a net, slowly entangling the middle-aged monk, the tiger, without any power to move, and let it be slaughtered.

He quickly thought about it, when the middle-aged fat monk was seriously injured and dying, or now he took action. After thinking twice, he finally let out a long roar, Xiaoyao Sword Technique activated, and the Shuxue Sword turned into a stream of light and swept over.

A man in black came up with him, his palms as if he was dreamy.

Song Yunge felt that his eyes had become blurry and he couldn't see his palms clearly.

The palms and swords constantly fight.

The cold palm powers were transmitted through the Shuixue Sword, which was more pure and weird than Song Yunge's internal power.

Song Yunge stepped on his feet and kept removing his strength, and even so, he still felt struggling.

The Demon Saint is really difficult to deal with, especially now that he cannot engage the sword Saint's vitality, and his vitality is not pure enough, it feels even more like this.

After he entangled someone, the middle-aged monk suddenly felt relaxed, his fists slowed down, but his movements became heavier.

The three men in black barely blocked it, no longer as suppressed as before.

Song Yunge snorted lightly and attacked the second man in black. His speed was extremely fast and his sword skills were exquisite.

Xiaoyao Sword Art is far more exquisite than Kuaizai Sword Art. Under such exquisite sword skills, the second man in black had to fight.

The man in black was busy tangling him up.

Song Yunge responded to the two great demon saints for a moment, and was in a hurry and in danger.

He hurriedly shouted: "Master, you'll solve those two soon!"

I only saw my mouth moving, and I didn't hear any sound.

The voice was swallowed by the invisible power of the two men in black. At this time, Song Yunge realized that strange power was emitting around the two men in black.

This power is not strong and has little impact on the battle, but it is more than enough to swallow the sound.

"Namo Amitabha!" A long and leisurely Buddha's name suddenly broke through the shackles and sounded wildly.

Song Yunge was excited when he heard this.

The middle-aged fat monk suddenly turned his fist into a palm and slapped it lightly.

The two palms met the palm force of the man in black, and the two men in black seemed to float out.

The middle-aged fat monk instantly came to Song Yunge and slapped two men in black, as if he were to shoot two leaves flying.

Four men in black sprayed bloody arrows in the air, then suddenly accelerated, instantly penetrated into the poplar forest and disappeared.

"Namo Amitabha!" The middle-aged fat monk chanted the Buddha's name and sat down slowly.

Song Yunge returned the sword to the sheath: "Master is good at martial arts!"

"Thank you, donor!" The middle-aged fat monk sat cross-legged. After saying this, he lowered his eyes and stopped moving, as if he had passed away.

Song Yunge lightly said with his head, turned around and left.

He wanted to look at Chu Xiaoyun and not be touched by the four demon saints who were dreamlike.

Luo Shiying was not very reliable in acting. She didn't follow them now and went to do other things.

"Donor!" The middle-aged fat monk opened his eyes and looked at Song Yunge with a calm gaze.

"Master, wait." Song Yunge waved his hand without stopping, and instantly entered the woods and disappeared.

The middle-aged fat monk closed his eyes and continued to regulate his breathing and healed his wounds. The golden color on his skin had faded.

A moment later, Song Yunge and Chu Xiaoyun appeared again.

The middle-aged fat monk opened his eyes, his eyes calmly, and slowly looked at Song Yunge and Chu Xiaoyun.

"Master is better?" Song Yunge said.

The middle-aged fat monk nodded slowly and said, "I'm the Pudu Temple to connect to the Chengtong."

Song Yunge smiled.
Chapter completed!