Demon’s Diary

A month later, in the north-western part of Jomtien Mainland, hidden somewhere in the gray fog, a complex of buildings covered by dark, dark shade, almost dozens of acres in size, including tall towers, lofts, palaces, and an elliptical faint force barrier enclosed all the buildings.

The grey black yin gently drifted over the building, isolating everything from the outside world.

Within the boundaries of magic, it is also quite lively to see a man in grey clothing flying around from time to time.

In a secret room at the top of a ten-story black tower, an elderly man in a purple gown sits on the knee of a disc.

This person's face is thin as a ghost. The deep depression of the two eyelids goes in and looks like a skeleton in a dry and lean trance.

The old man is sitting and practicing. He holds a black crystal stone in his arms. From time to time, faint grey air flies out of the crystal stone and is sucked into the mouth by the old man.

A sudden void fluctuated in the secret chamber, leaving an extra person standing two steps ahead of the old man on the husk.

“Are you the old Crow Pie?” The shadow is covered with a faint black air that does not reveal the appearance, but the sound seems to be that of a young man.

The old man was frightened. He was about to make a move, and a loud and sharp noise, a cold and sharp thing against his forehead, a slight tingling sensation.

The old man's body suddenly became stiff, and he had no doubt that if he moved again, his head would be pierced immediately.

The fact that his chamber was completely sealed and the entire tower was closed with innumerable bans on formation, while the person in front of him snuck in silently, was already quite illustrative.

“Is it true that the Master of Dan Realm? ”

The old man dared not release the Black Shadow of the Sense of God, his mind suddenly turned into a dark self-guess uncertain, only to answer honestly:

“Yes, Senior is Ushen. How dare you ask him? ”

“I ask you, five years ago, in the Copper Yang Mountains, southeast of the mainland, you had contact with a middle-aged monk in white with scars all over his face?” The black man said faintly that the tone, though gentle, was hidden.

Suddenly cold in the mind of the old man, he tried to search his mind for a sinking memory, finally recalling the trip a few years ago, and said urgently:

“The seniors said it was good. The seniors had just advanced crystalline stage. They went to the Copper Sun Mountains to find it for a taste of medicine. They had joined a hunting group, and there was indeed such a man in the hunting group. ”

“Well, how much do you know about this guy?” The black man's voice rose a little.

“The man, who calls himself Fan, is a scattered cultivation of the Realm and one of the leaders of the hunting group. He is very powerful at both kung fu and psychic apparatus. However, he is isolated and rarely communicates with people. After spending only six months in the hunting group, the younger generation left the hunting group because they found the medication they needed, and then did not make more stops in the Copper Yang Mountains, so that's all. ”

The old man doesn't know exactly what the black man wants to know, but he also knows that only full cooperation with each other can survive now, so the sausage scrapes his stomach and desperately recalls the memories that are normal for him.

“Other than that, is there no more? Think about it. Don't let go of any details.” The black man commanded in an unquestionable tone.

“By the way, seniors, I remember... the man should be a refiner, and the refinery technique is quite brilliant.” The old man with the noodles suddenly seemed to recall something and said with a loud voice.

“Go on.” The black gas around the black man rolled slightly.

“During that hunt, the Legion once chased a gold-eyed poison monkey to the mouth of a valley that was filled with poison, the Brother Fan collected several spirits in the Legion, and randomly refined several poisoned dans, which we wore to shield ourselves from the poison gas in the valley.” That's what the old man with the noodles said.

“Oh, that poisoned Danko is still on you?” The black man's shadow sounds slightly exciting.

“No, after killing the golden-eyed poison monkey, the man took the poison dan back.” The old man with the noodles hastily said.

The shadow of the black man was silent for a moment, then faded again:

“Give me the names of the men in that hunting group, and where you fought in the Copper Sun Mountains, and mark them out on the map. ”

“Yes, sir.” The old man with the noodles snorted, but then said with joy in his heart, he took out a scorched yellow map and after a moment of careful reflection, marked it with a few places.

He then took out a blank jade Jane, affixed it to his forehead, single-handedly released the mental power, and carefully copied the map into it, which was extremely obedient.

A minute later, the black man flew silently out of the Cold Crow tower and floated on a cliff not far away.

The black air dissipated slowly on the shadow, revealing Liu Ming's figure, but at this moment his eyebrows were wrinkled and his expression was quite depressing.

Over the past month, according to the information recorded on Jade Jane, he has been pursuing the whereabouts of the phantom demons, but the gains have been minimal.

The person seemed to be very cautious, and every place he stayed, or anyone he touched, would erase all traces clean.

Liu Ming made a quick inquiry this time, and found the old man who had been in positive contact with him, didn't expect or didn't have his exact whereabouts.

“However, knowing that the Phantom Demon is good at refining Dan is a small gain, it would be better to get the Dan medicine refined by this person.” Liu sighed and muttered to himself.

With some sporadic breath, Ghost Hunting can perceive the approximate location of the body within a certain range, even the residual power in the refining of the Dan medicine is sufficient for its application.

He was able to kill several evil repairs in a row in just two years and relied on this magical tracking mystery.

After a wave of gloomy uncertainty and uncertainty on Liu Ming's face, one hand flickered, white light flashed in the palm of his hand, the jade given by the old man of the dove easily appeared in the hand.

Speaking of which, the old man was quite knowledgeable, not only did he make a list of the men of the hunting regiment five years ago, but he also learned about the general identity of those men.

Most of them, however, are mostly vague and can only be named after a certain name.

For such scattered hunting groups, it is usually the occasional convergence of monks who, for the same purpose, form long-term or short-term organizations, typically entering dangerous areas, hunting demonic beasts, searching for relics and gathering spiritual grass.

Because they are very free to stay, their members are quite complex, cautious, and usually do not reveal their true names.

According to Liu Ming's judgment, most of the list is untraceable, but the leader of the hunting group, besides the fancy monk with the magical name of the Thousand Fantasies, also ordered a monk Jindan with the left surname.

Regarding this person, the description of the elderly person with the noodles is quite detailed:

“Left principals, around the Copper Yang Mountain Range, a small gatekeeper, the main recruiter of the hunting group...”

“As long as he has a name, he should know a little more about the Chivalrous Demon than the Elderly.” After Liu Ming thought about it, his sleeve robe swung down and he sacrificed Daiyu Boat. After floating on it, the boat turned into a red shadow and ran towards the distance.

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The Copper Yang Mountain Range is a medium-sized mountain range close to the southeast of the Jomtien mainland, stretching tens of thousands of miles from west to east. The mountain ranges are mostly copper and iron ore veins, hence the name.

In addition to the rich natural energy of heaven and earth in this mountain range, in which demonic beasts appear infrequently, and spiritual grass is also plentiful, many monks often come here to hunt, not less than the crystalline period, and even high-ranking monks in the Realm, there are also small gate pies to take root here.

A flat mountain to the east of the mountains, with more than a hundred short and tall architectural shadows, forms a fairy city of great size.

At noon, the crowd in Fang City is like a river, noisy and extremely lively.

In the prominent position of Fang Shi Central Square, there is a three-storey elegant wooden attic, with a huge plaque of black oil on the door, with the impartial writing of the "Jubao Tower" three large gold paint letters, under the direct reflection of the sun, shining, and attractive.

The space in the attic is also quite open, with a row of neat and lined counters filled with dandruff, fuchsia, spiritual grass, demonic beast materials, etc., from time to time, people enter and exit the store.

Business is so big, the master cabinets and the guys in the shop are naturally all smiling and greeting the shop business harder.

After two sentences with an old master cabinet in the middle of the year and a guest who went up to ask, his eyes couldn't help but look at the stairs leading up to the second floor.

Speaking of, in this town, the slightly larger shops are backed by power.

Just now, the real owner behind the scenes of the Jubao building, usually rarely came to the shop's Biflame Gate Master left authority, took a middle-aged monk in a green shirt to the second floor.

When the host comes to visit the store, the people below should naturally pay more attention and try to make a good impression.

Meanwhile, in the elegant room on the second floor of the attic, an elderly man in a leather robe sitting on the throne, with wide shoulders and a tall body, even sitting, exudes a sense of majesty.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man in a blue shirt with a waxy yellow face and a sickly look, only a pair of eyes were bright, giving a feeling of indifference.

“Ye Daoyou was a monk of the Shadow Demon Sect, and Left was truly disrespectful.” The left-hander looked at one of the black tokens in his hand and imprinted three awkward words on the token, when the token was handed back to the man in the green shirt in a serious manner, while arching his hand.

Although the Flame Gate is somewhat famous around the Copper Sun Mountain Range, at best it is only a third-rate Gate sect, which is simply incomparable with a ten-year-old faction such as the Sky Shadow Demon Sect.

In the eyes of the old man, the opposite blue shirt man breathed chaotically, blurred, with his genuine medium-term divinity, he could not even see how the other party really repaired it, and his heart naturally looked at the other side a little higher.