Yan Junyu quickly solved the people who besieged him, leaving only one survivor.

"Where is this?" He imitated his lover's accent.

The man really understood, he spat out a mouthful of blood and threatened, "This is the Thousand Corpse Demon Pool, and we are all inner disciples of the Thousand Corpse Demon Pool. You just killed more than a dozen of my senior brothers and sisters. Zu will be able to find the broken life card immediately, and he will come to the rescue in no time. If you let me go immediately, I can help you beg for mercy in front of the ancestor and let you die happily!"

Yan Junyu has already used the life card to find out the location of his lover, but he doesn't know much about the boundary he is in.

"Thousand Corpse Demon Pool? What are you doing?" he asked casually.

"You haven't even heard of the illustrious name of my sect?" The devil showed an incredible expression. You must know that the Thousand Corpse Demon Pool is one of the four major sects in the Demon World. It was founded by the Thousand Corpse Sanren, the ancestor of the demon during the tribulation period. There are as many as hundreds of thousands of people, occupying one-fifth of the Demon World's site. It can be said to be a statue giant. If you want to mix in the demon world, one must not offend the masters; two must not offend the four major sects, this has long been known to everyone. However, looking at this person's demeanor, he really didn't know anything about the Thousand Corpse Demon Pool, which made his threatening words become ridiculous.

"You little bastard, don't think that your cultivation base is higher than mine, and you can show off your power outside. Our sect masters are like clouds. There are many ancestors in the fusion stage, the Mahayana stage, and even the tribulation stage. Just stretch a finger and you can crush it. Damn you! If you know each other, let me go quickly, otherwise my ancestors will throw you into the pool of thousands of corpses and suffer from the bite of thousands of corpses, so that you will never escape!"

Yan Junyu listened to his lover's advice as soon as he came, and controlled his cultivation to the level of the second or third floor, so as not to be sensed by the heavens and taken to the upper realm. Therefore, in the eyes of the devil, he was just a loose cultivator who had just entered the Nascent Soul Stage. The other party should have something to rely on, so he was not afraid of him, and he scolded him for a while, and saw a dark cloud floating in the sky. I'm tired of living, dare to kill people in my Thousand Corpse Demon Pool, and wait to die!"

Yan Junyu also found the weird dark cloud, but he didn't escape, just glanced up.

The dark cloud turned into a thick fog, covering the place. A thin, pale-skinned man walked slowly from the depths of the thick fog, and said unhurriedly, "Adi, I won't see you for a while, and you are causing trouble again."

"Big brother, help me kill him!" The devil who was tied up by purple vines shouted loudly. No wonder he was so arrogant, the person who came was his direct brother, and he became a master of distraction at the age of only three hundred years old. It is not an exaggeration to praise a peerless genius. If he made a move, wouldn't this little stray hair with long eyes be killed immediately?

"Who is so daring to kill my sect disciple in the realm of my Thousand Corpse Demon Pond, and report it, so that I can straighten out the wronged creditors." The man's tone was not eager, but rather casual, obviously Yan Junyu didn't take it seriously. The bound devil twisted his body and jumped to his side, begging, "Brother, let him let me go first!"

"Good magic weapon, it's not a loss to save you today." The man touched the purple vine and sighed.

Yan Junyu didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, and only stomped his feet when the two brothers played their tricks. A dozen vines suddenly sprang up in the sand, piercing the demon who came from the clouds and mist from bottom to top. Blood and organs were thrown everywhere, drenching his younger brother's head and face.

The thick black fog came from inexplicably and disappeared very quickly. In an instant, the huge red sun hung overhead again, emitting a poisonous light. The demon drenched in blood stood dumbfounded, and it took several breaths before he cried out in horror, "You, you killed my big brother! You actually killed my big brother!"

What frightened him even more was that this person was clearly only a cultivation of the Nascent Soul, but he only used one move to kill his eldest brother, before and after the blink of an eye!

"You are hiding your cultivation!" The devil knelt on the ground with weak legs. It was only at this moment that he understood what kind of existence he had provoked. If he can easily kill a master in the distraction period, this person should be a powerful person above the fusion period. With this cultivation base, not to mention being a sect elder, it is not a problem to start a sect by yourself.

"You, since you are a great demon in the fusion period, why do you want to hide your cultivation? I have no eyes, I don't know Mount Tai, I kowtow to you, please do well and let me go!" What kind of arrogance, what to rely on , all thrown into the back of his mind.

Yan Junyu picked him up and said lightly, "I heard that your major sects all have teleportation arrays that can send people to the realm of self-cultivation in an instant?"

"No, no! It can only be sent to the edge of the demon world and the realm of self-cultivation, where there is a barrier set up by immortals, and there is no way to get in or out!" The demon shook his head pitifully.

The cultivation world is rich in products, opportunities are everywhere, and there are countless secret realms. Compared with the devil world, it can be said to be a paradise of bliss. As early as tens of thousands of years ago, the people of the demon world wanted to occupy the world of self-cultivation, so they gathered the power of dozens of demon ancestors in the tribulation period to attack the barrier, but only tore a crack, and then they were quickly blocked by the great power of the world of self-cultivation. Stay, so far no demons can succeed.

Seeing that the master didn't quite believe his own words, the demon immediately added, "If any demon sect has such a teleportation formation, why would they stay in the barren demon world? They moved to the cultivation world early on!"

Yan Junyu still did not give up, and asked again, "Really?"

The demon pondered for a moment, then hesitantly said, "I only heard that there are so many cracks for the demon to pass through to the realm of self-cultivation, but I have never seen it before. Because the cracks are not always fixed in one place, and every time they appear, they are separated from each other. For years or even decades, there are no rules to follow. If you want to go to the cultivation world, you can try to find cracks, but you can only rely on luck."

Yan Junyu never believed in luck, only in strength. He pondered for a moment and said, "Then use the teleportation array of the Thousand Corpse Demon Pool."

"But the teleportation formation of my sect is in charge of the demon ancestor. I'm a light-hearted person, and I really can't help you! If you don't kill my elder brother, he can help you talk." Speaking of his own brother, the demon hurriedly bowed his head to hide his resentment. look.

"Then go to your demon ancestors." Yan Junyu's voice just fell, and another person flew from the sky, slapped his head and asked angrily, "Who killed my disciple!"

"Ancestor Minghe save me! He killed my brother!" The devil who was so cowardly just now jumped up again.

"Where did the yellow-haired child come from, he just threw wildness on the head of my ancestor Ming He!" The coming person has a childish face, a kind face, but his eyes are dark, and he can't see the whites of his eyes at all, which is quite terrifying.

Yan Junyu inserted his right hand into his abdomen, pulled out a blood-colored long saber, and flew high into the sky with a touch of his toes, continuously splitting the giant palm and the blood pool purgatory that the ancestor Ming He had transformed with mana, splitting him into two. . The two halves of the neatly arranged corpses fell on the ground one after another, smashing down countless blood flowers, organs and intestines, scaring the devil into a maddened soul.

Ancestor Ming He is one of the top ten elders of the Thousand Corpse Sect. His cultivation has reached the Mahayana period. He can be said to be a top-notch expert in the demon world, but he did not expect to die in the hands of a little-known younger generation. Who will send it out? But it happened, and as before, it was just a trick, a blink of an eye.

The demon looked at the scattered corpse, and then at the man who wiped the blade, he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. After beheading the masters of the Distraction Stage and the Mahayana Stage one after another, this person must be the Demon Ancestor of the Tribulation Stage! But why did he disguise himself as Nascent Soul? Isn't this intentional bullying?

Thinking of this, the devil's intestines turned green with regret. If he had seen through this man's strength earlier, how could he dare to snipe and kill him, and send him away without kneeling three times?

Yan Junyu returned the blood-drinking knife to his abdomen, as if thinking of something, he smiled softly, "It's really like what Ozawa said here, if you hit the small, you will get the big one, and if you hit the big one, you will get the old one. A bunch." Hua Luo looked at the demon and asked in a leisurely manner, "Is there anyone else coming later?"

The life cards of the elders of the sect are broken, where will no one come? The devil knows something in his heart, but he doesn't dare to answer, so he can't help but secretly complain.

"In my opinion, there should be more people coming. Instead of going astray on the road, I might as well wait here for a while." Yan Junyu said very gracefully.

The devil closed his eyes, full of despair.

Sure enough, in less than a quarter of an hour, two people came together, it was the eighth and ninth elders of the Thousand Corpse Demon Pool. The two are twin brothers, one uses Yin Yan Palm and the other uses Yang Yan Palm. They can be said to work together seamlessly, multiplying their mana. Not to mention masters of the same level, even the giants at the peak of the Tribulation Period have to weigh them when they meet them. Weigh.

However, Yan Junyu was not at all frightened, and urged Gu Dan, causing all the vines hidden in the sand to erupt, turning the place into a purple purgatory. The sky and the ground are full of steel blade-like leaves and vines that are quick to touch, and almost no sunlight can be seen. The two elders came aggressively, but they were sucked dry in an instant.

The two mummified corpses, by coincidence, were smashing on the top of the devil's head, making him almost faint from fright. When he thought that the sect would definitely send elders over to die, the Qianshi Sanren came in person, and he didn't say much, just let go of the pressure and test this person.

The devil's seven orifices bled and died violently on the spot, but Yan Junyu raised his hand and waved away the pressure, and at the same time shot the thousands of corpses and scattered people from the sky. Hearing a muffled sound of "bang", the Thousand Corpse Scattered Man smashed a deep hole in the sand, unable to get up for a long time. The elders who came with him were already extremely frightened, and they quickly descended from the sky and bowed respectfully to Yan Junyu. If you don't fly to the upper realm, why do you come to Qianyuan?

"I want to borrow your teleportation array, may I?" Yan Junyu didn't kill him, but it was a pity that these people didn't want to talk to him properly.

"Of course! Immortal, please!" The Thousand Corpse Loose People who finally climbed out of the pit hurriedly bent over to greet them, with a condescending attitude that made people laugh. But looking at the stumps all over the floor, no elder could laugh.