Chapter 767 The Strongest Demon King!
Tushan Rongrong raised her head slightly and looked towards the huge crown of the bitter love tree, then her gaze fell on the two people who were practicing not far away.

The moon rises in the east, Tushan is elegant.

Dongfang Yuechu is now a head taller than Tushan Yaya. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he is about 1.6 meters tall, and already looks a bit handsome and cool.

Plus, his nonchalant look made him even more attractive.

The fire power in Dongfang Yuechu's hand condensed and suddenly turned into a palm print. With a slap, he knocked Tushan Yaya to the ground, and his figure swept like a flame.

He stepped on Tushan Yaya's back, snatched her wine jug, glanced at Tushan Rongrong, and seeing that she was not paying attention, he secretly took a sip.

The pungent taste of alcohol distorted Dongfang Yuechu's face. "Hiss~Ah! Sister Yaya! Not only are you lazy in your practice, you also stole Master's wine!"

"Don't you know that Master's wine is used to make medicine? It's very strong."

Tushan Yaya struggled violently, but could not break free from Dongfang Yuechu's restraints. She was so angry that her face turned red: "You are talking nonsense! How could I steal the wine from Murong the old thief! Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Dongfang Yuechu smiled and said, "I just like the way you talk tough!" Then he poured out the endless wine jug and took out a blister pill from it.

Passing it to Tushan Yaya, "Here, if I hadn't taken the master's elixir, I would have believed you. I've told you many times that some elixirs are resistant to alcohol, and it's not good to take them together."

Tushan Yaya's face turned red, and she became angry and said, "You are talking nonsense! You are framing me! I didn't do that!"

Dongfang Yuechu's face was full of doting. With her master's ability, if he didn't want her to steal, she wouldn't even be able to open the restriction on the wine jar.

He placed the wine flask in front of her and stretched himself, "Sister Yaya, I'm not saying... Ouch!"

Tushan Yaya kicked Dongfang Yuechu in the waist, and they both rolled down the hillside.

Tushan Yaya shouted, "Let's compete again! So what if you learned my magic? You can't beat me!"

Watching the two of them playing around, Tu Shan Rongrong narrowed her eyes with a smile, sighed softly, and said lightly, "He should be back after a while!"

At midnight.

Huang Shiren pulled the health-preserving coffin step by step into Tushan territory, climbed up the Shuangsheng Peak, and parked the coffin at the door, "Master, I'm going to rest."

Seeing that Murong Ji didn't say anything, he went to rest.

Not long after Huang Shiren left, Murong Ji flew out of the coffin and fell into the cave.

Nowadays, the third young master of Aolai Kingdom no longer cares about where he has settled for how long. Out of habit developed over the years, Murong Ji lives in both places for a while.

The coffin fell gently into the cave and fell into silence again. After a moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside the coffin and disappeared into it silently.

Soon, groaning and murmuring sounds were heard from the health-preserving coffin.

As the sky gradually brightened, Murong Ji stretched and sat up from the bed.

Turning around, I saw that the sweat marks on Tu Shan Rongrong's face had dried, her hair was still stuck to her cheeks, she looked tired, and was sleeping soundly.

The white on the chest is somewhat tempting, like a delicious delicacy, which can't help but whet one's appetite.

Murong Ji gently pulled the quilt over her, and only then did he realize that without the restraint of a bra binder, Tu Shan Rongrong was also very talented.

Over the years, Tu Shan Rongrong has become more mature and her figure has become more prominent.

Retracting his gaze, Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath, put on his clothes, washed up, left the health-preserving coffin, and went to his daily practice place to do morning lessons.

Before leaving the cave, Murong Ji looked back at the health-preserving coffin and regretted refining this thing. Now, he couldn't get rid of the health-preserving coffin.

The health-preserving coffin is connected to the outside of the circle, which is a passage that avoids the barriers outside the circle. If there is no one guarding it, some creatures outside the circle may break through the blockade of the Heavenly Secret Seal.

For the creatures in the circle, it would be a huge blow. The current Demon Alliance and Taoist Alliance do not have the means and ability to fight against the creatures outside the circle.

After finishing my homework, it was already bright.

Murong Ji came to Tushan market, bought some food, put it in a lunch box, and returned to Shuangsheng Peak. He saw Tushan Rongrong washing up and placing the food on the table one by one.

The two of them didn't say a word, but they were in perfect harmony, and it seemed as if they could understand each other's intentions with every move.

After Tu Shan Rongrong sat down, Murong Ji took a look and saw the strawberry marks on her neck and turned his eyes away.

Then I heard Tu Shan Rong Rong say, "Sister seems to have some special feelings for Dongfang Yuechu..."

Murong Ji was startled, looked up, and then asked with a gossipy look on his face, "Did you really accomplish that?"

Tu Shan Rongrong smiled and said nothing more, but changed the subject: "I plan to teach Dongfang Yuechu to become a red thread fairy."

Murong Ji held a steamed bun in his hand, his face full of gossip, and his smile was somewhat meaningful, "Tsk~tsk~tsk~good idea, let them do the task together."

"If you ask me, I'd better let Sister Honghong take care of him. I never thought that Sister Honghong would like this!"

Tu Shan Rong Rong was somewhat speechless. Murong Jiduo was such a serious person, but he actually liked gossip? ! !

Dongfang Yuechu, this child has a kind heart. Although he is a little carefree, it is precisely because of this that Tushan Honghong noticed him.

After dinner, Murong Ji began to sort out the books in the cave. Most of these things were memorized in his mind, but a good memory is no match for a bad pen. When he flipped through them when he had nothing to do, he really had a lot of insights.

If you write down these insights, you can extend them into various different ideas.

Tu Shan Rongrong sat beside him and also looked at these books. She had read them many times over the years and was surprised at what she had gained from them.

Putting down the scroll in her hand, Tu Shan Rongrong thought for a moment and asked, "Do you think there is still a possibility for my sister to move forward? I mean to reach your current level."

Murong Ji put down the book, sat on the chair and thought for a while, then said, "I said that to get rid of the restrictions of the giant tree of suffering, this path can be taken."

"What you want to ask is how to escape from the restrictions of the giant tree of suffering, right?"

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead and thought quickly in his mind. In his memory, Tushan Honghong and Feng Xi, who was imprisoned somewhere by their sisters, took completely opposite paths.

Just like him and Lu Xueqi, in the Zhu Xian world, the two of them have complementary origins, and using the method of dual cultivation can achieve twice the result with half the effort, and promote each other's cultivation.

Tushan Honghong and Feng Xi are just like him and Lu Xueqi back then.

[It shouldn't be said this way. It should be said that Feng Xi took the initiative to stand on the opposite side of Tushan Honghong. ]

One cultivates Tushan's emotional power, and the other cultivates Tushan's negative emotions.

"Then Feng Xi has just reached the threshold of the Demon King, right?"

Murong Ji's sudden words made Tu Shan Rongrong stunned. After nodding, she didn't say much, lowered her head, and thought about something carefully.

Murong Ji said this to measure Feng Xi's normal strength. If he were equipped with the black fox's strange ability, his strength would be even stronger, and his combat power would not be much worse than Tushan Honghong's current strength.

Only a Feng Xi like this is worthy of being a rival of Tushan Honghong today.

Murong Ji tapped the table with his fingers, thinking in his heart how to let Tushan Honghong completely break free from the restrictions of the bitter love tree...

Suddenly, Murong Ji's heart was shocked, and he looked up at the top of the cave. His pair of dark eyes looked through the endless rocks and his gaze fell on the power of heaven and earth of Tushan.

Tushan Rongrong's expression changed slightly, and the shock in her heart was no less than Murong Ji's.

Tushan's power of heaven and earth suddenly began to move on its own, as if trying to resist some force.

After waiting for a while, Tushan Rongrong realized that the inexplicable pressure came from the north.

Murong Ji lowered his head slightly, walked out of the cave with Tu Shan Rongrong, stood on the Twin Peaks, and looked towards the north.

at the same time.

Tushan Honghong turned to look towards the north, her face solemn. Coming to her senses, she set about calming the surging Tushan Heaven and Earth Power...

In the desert.

Xiaoli was holding the dog and walking forward in the sea of ​​sand. Suddenly the dog broke free from her arms. "Your Highness! Your Highness! What's wrong?!"

Before the dog could answer, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the desert. Xiaoli turned her head against the wind and was stunned for a moment.

Behind them, someone had heard of a sudden rise in yellow sand, covering the entire sky and earth, blocking out the sun and the sky. It was a sandstorm!
It’s pitch black inside the sandstorm!
The dog fell to the ground and turned into a human form. Fan Yunfei's demonic power surged, and in a flash he broke through to the Great Demon King.

The yellow sand covering a million miles was constantly blown into the sky, adding power to the sandstorm.

Fan Yunfei's face was solemn. He mobilized all his demonic power to attract the sand around him to influence the sandstorm. Half an hour later, the sandstorm was gradually under Fan Yunfei's control.

Countless sands fell to the ground, and the flying sands for thousands of miles slowly subsided.

Suddenly, Fan Yunfei's demonic power dissipated in an instant, and he turned into a mound. He stayed in the air for a moment and then fell down.

Xiao Li was quick-witted and swift-handed. She pounced and hugged the dog in her arms. "Your Highness, is there something wrong?!"

The dog turned his head to the north and stammered, "North...North Mountain...Mountain Demon Emperor, Shi...Shi Kuan..."

After all, there was no sandstorm. This place is closer to Beishan, and the resistance of the power of heaven and earth is stronger.

Southern country.

Huan Du Qingtian was standing on Wuhuang Mountain and had just calmed down the poisonous gas that was rising from the entire Wuhuang Mountain.

Beside him, a pink shadow slowly emerged, standing shoulder to shoulder with him and looking towards the north.

[Another person has reached the level of Fan Yunfei in the past. We should also work hard.] The heaven and earth are in harmony, but the sound is extremely gentle, like a green bell, which is very pleasant to hear.

"The younger generation's genius should not be underestimated."

North Hill.

Shi Kuan slowly sat on the throne, looking at the empty palace hall, his face cold, and the Heart of Beishan in his hand slowly flowed.

(End of this chapter)