Within a few days after the opening of the Great Sage Temple in the Demon Realm, strange celestial phenomena appeared in the entire Demon Realm, which made the people of the Demon Realm frightened and uneasy. The three consecutive days of extreme day and the continuous seven-color rainbow in the sky made many civilians in the Demon Realm mistakenly think it was auspiciousness from the sky, and they all took to the streets to express their joy in various ways. For a time, the focus of the Demon Realm gathered on the Dabayu Mountain in the mountain range of the central Demon Realm.

As we all know, the Dabayu volcano group, which had been silent for tens of thousands of years, suddenly erupted violently a few days ago. The magma erupted by the volcano was hundreds of feet high. The radius of 300 miles around the volcano was covered with volcanic ash, which was more than ten meters deep, and the volcanic ash was scorched earth. The sky above the snow and moon city of the nearby demon world was reflected in blood red. When people walked on the street, they could see the blood-like redness in the distant sky from afar. The sharp rise in temperature made the snow and moon city.

It turned into a stove, and people tried every means to relieve the heat. The guests in restaurants showed a surge in popularity. All kinds of alcoholic beverages were added to ice. Walking on the street, the rich men with small breasts exposed, and demon girls wearing very few clothes and showing off their beautiful figures were everywhere. Fortunately, there were few people within a radius of hundreds of miles around the temple, and the distance between Xueyue City and the volcano was relatively far, so no major casualties were caused, and the fear caused by the volcano eruption gradually dissipated.

In the morning breeze in late spring, the fragrance of flowers and fragrant earth is no longer filled with the scent of flowers, but the hot and dry atmosphere brought by the dust in the sky. These dusts are all floating from the Dabuyu Mountains east of Xueyue City.

A not-so-wide official road between Xueyue City and the small western town of Quanzhou was dusty and yellow sand rolling. A fast horse was like an arrow leaving the strings and headed towards Xueyue City like lightning. The horse was a yellow Hummer, and the knight on the horse was a brightly dressed young man. Seeing his face showing excitement and excitement, he waved the whip in his hand desperately regardless of the fatigue of the mount. He looked like dusty all the way, and knew that the knight on the horse must be in a hurry to rush.

At this time, the small teahouse next to an inn 50 miles west of Xueyue City was full. The owner of the teahouse was a short and chunky old man. He moved the wooden boards to block the door early this morning and wanted to do a good business as soon as possible. The dry weather these days brought a lot of customers to his small teahouse, most of whom were vendors traveling between Xueyue City and Quanzhou, and of course, there were also many high-ranking practitioners wearing swords and swords.

When he opened the door panel and looked out, he couldn't believe his eyes. "What's wrong today? So many people came early in the morning, it's a damn." The old man nagged for a long time, but he still couldn't hide the excitement on his old face. So many people were enough to sell a lot of tea. It seemed that today's business was good. He was just a little stunned for a moment, and immediately greeted the guests enthusiastically. He is an old expert in opening teahouses. He has been in this industry for more than 30 years, so he naturally knew that there was an unwritten rule for those who do their business, that is, just do your business, and it's best not to ask the rest of the things you shouldn't ask.

There were quite a few guests, about a dozen. Among them were unruly homeless people, fierce warriors in dress and clothes, white-haired old men in brocade clothes and jade belts, and green young men in bright clothes and angry horses. These people were in groups of three or five, talking in a tacit understanding. Some were frowning and walking back and forth, some were looking up at the official road to the west from time to time, some were sitting silently on the side of the road, and some were leaning against the trunk of the tree to rest, as if they were looking forward to someone's appearance.

At this time, when the teahouse opened, everyone rushed towards the old man like a tide.

The old man was obviously startled and quickly flashed to the side and shouted: "Dear guests, don't worry, wait for the old man to move the table and stool out."

The teahouse is small, but the shed outside is large enough to place five or six tables.

But no one would stop moving forward for the old man's few words. Some of them rushed into the teahouse and carried the tables and stools themselves. Seeing that they were in a hurry, they seemed to have been waiting outside for a long time.

The wrinkles on the face of the old man were piled up. He neither dared to stop him nor shout loudly. He could only watch the group of wolf-like tiger-like heroes walking around the low wooden threshold. He dared not ask for much tea money he could make. He only hoped that these heroes who were dancing with swords and guns would not cause trouble in his teahouse. Otherwise, the small teahouse he had worked hard to run for thirty years would probably be closed.

"Old man, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and serve tea to a few of us brothers!" A rough voice rang out like thunder.

The old man shook for a moment and calmed down. He saw that more than a dozen guests who came moved out of the table and stool and sat down. He nodded slightly and hurriedly ran into the house to serve tea.

"Why didn't that kid Mutu come yet? Could it be that he was playing tricks on us?" A middle-aged man, who was tall and thin, but wearing an extremely wide gray robe and mustache, looked a little funny, said unhappy to the two people at the same table.

"Ma Wei, don't yell here. Haven't you seen so many people waiting? This means that it's not just us brothers who get the news. Besides, Brother Mutu is the number one wind media in Xueyue City. The news he gets is probably true."

"That's right, just say a few words, so as not to lose the majesty of our Three Snow and Moons. By the way, Bada, I paid the bill for the last time I drank, and you should pay for the tea money this time."

"Okay, I'll just pay for it. Isn't it just a magic crystal coin? There's no need to remember it so clearly."

"Hehe, that's not what I said, brother, let's settle the accounts clearly."

At this moment, someone suddenly said coldly: "Mutu is here." These words were as cold as ice, as if a frost suddenly hit in the hot weather made everyone feel cold.

Everyone was happy when they heard this. They walked to the roadside and looked at the official road in the west. But after looking at it for a long time, they didn't even hear any sound. Everyone suddenly felt like they were being played with. They looked over and saw that the person who spoke was an old man with a haggard face and a despicable face. This man was wearing a black robe, leaning against a plum blossom tree next to the teahouse, with his hands wrapped around his chest, and a long sword in his back. His eyes were as ice as ice, his face was as deep as water, and there seemed to be more wrinkles on his face than the ants on the ground. He did not sit on a stool, and there was no table in front of him. He seemed to have been standing there for a long time and had not moved for a long time.

Seeing what this person said, several people who wanted to curse a few words obediently closed their mouths, and a look of fear appeared in their eyes.

"I said who it is? It turns out to be Mr. Yun. I don't know what wind has blown you?" Bada, the second hero who calls himself "Three Heroes of Xueyue", said with a smile. Bada is seven feet tall, with a horizontal flesh on his face, and is covered with a black cover on his left eye. He looks like a one-eyed dragon. There is a thick-backed knife hanging on his waist. His voice is like a bell, and he has a bit of momentum. This person is a well-known figure in Xueyue City. Anyone who sees him has to call him Ba Erye, but now this Ba Erye has a charming smile on his face.

Xu Ren, the hero of the Three Heroes of Xueyue, was shocked and thought that the second child really didn't mention which pot he opened, and he was so furious that Yun Busan, who was known as "Ghost Sorrow", did. He quickly kicked Bada under the table and winked at him.

Yun Busan rolled his ghost eyes and looked at Xueyue Sanxia and said disdainfully: "Why, you three stinky brats can come, can I, Yun Busan?"

Seeing Bada's smile on his face instantly turned into pig liver color, it seemed that he was angry. The eldest son Xu Ren was afraid that he would say something disrespectful, so he quickly laughed and said, "Haha, Mr. Yun misunderstood. Mr. Ba Lao Er meant that Mr. Yun was so busy that he arrived here himself, which made us younger generations deeply admire him."

Yun Busan sneered, closed his eyes and ignored the three of them.

Bada glared at Yun Busan angrily and complained in a low voice: "Boss, we, the Three Heroes of Xueyue, have we ever been afraid of who we are, why are we so polite to Yun Busan?"

"Yes, boss, are we three brothers still afraid that he will fail?" The third brother Ma Wei also hurriedly echoed.

Xu Ren glared at him, glanced at Yun Busan, and whispered: "You two have eaten Xiong Xin and Leopard's courage. Do you know who Yun Busan is?"

"I know, it seems that he is a demon cultivator known as "Ghost Sorrow", and a lackey of the Fire Demon Emperor." Ma Wei curled his lips disapprovingly and said, "The three of us are also well-known figures, why should we be afraid of him?"

Seeing Bada next to him nodded, Xu Ren almost turned his back. He explained patiently: "You know that he is a member of the Flame Demon. Not to mention that he is a master of the heaven level, just relying on the strength of the three Cang-levels, how can we fight with others? Besides, he is a member of the Flame Demon. If he touches him, isn't it equivalent to being a match for the Flame Demon? How many heads do you have?"

Bada swallowed and wanted to argue. At this time, a hurried sound of horse hooves came from the other side of the official road, accompanied by the shouts of the knight. He quickly stood up and said nervously: "It's Brother Mutu, we'll come over and take a look."

When Bada and the other two arrived at the center of the road, the other rich tourists came to the side of the road, looking forward to it. Even Yun Busan, who had been extremely cold and arrogant, opened his eyes and looked towards the west.

Under the eager gaze of everyone, a man and a horse appeared in the dust at the west end of the official road.

The man immediately strangled the reins of the horse. Seeing that everyone was looking at him anxiously, he couldn't help but feel proud. He turned over and dismounted. Regardless of how anxious everyone was, he walked straight to the table and picked up a bowl of cold tea and drank it up. After breathing happily, he wiped the sweat from his face and sat down and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely gain something from my Mutu." It turns out that this brightly dressed young man is the first wind media Mutu in Xueyue City.

Everyone hurriedly surrounded Mutu and asked with a smile on their faces, their faces full of anxiety. Most of these people were famous people in the Xueyue City practice world. For some reason, they ran to this remote inn early in the morning.

Xu Ren and his two brothers were squeezed outside, feeling unhappy. Seeing Mutu's unintentional smile, he moved his heart and took out a few heavy magic crystal coins from his arms and shouted: "Don't worry, Brother Mutu has just run so far, so let him take a break first." When everyone was stunned, he threw the magic crystal coins over Mutu and smiled: "Brother Mutu, you have worked hard all the way. We, the Three Heroes of Xueyue, are not those who just enjoy and don't pay. We bought a few pots of wine for me to drink with these ten magic crystal coins."

Mutu's eyes were sharp and saw a few black shadows falling from the sky. He quickly reached out and grabbed the ten magic crystal coins in the air, sucking them like a magnet, and weighed them happily in his hand for a few times, and smiled: "The Three Heroes of Xueyue are indeed extraordinary. I Mutu thanked me here." The ten magic crystal coins are not a small amount. They are even more valuable than the ten taels of silver in the mortal world, and they are enough for an ordinary family to eat for several months.

Everyone was stunned, and then they patted their foreheads with their hands and thought to themselves, "Why didn't I expect it? Brother Mutu ran to Quanzhou for information with great difficulty, just to earn some money for wine, and let the three guys take the lead." Thinking of this, everyone immediately began to pay for their pockets, and five magic crystal coins and ten magic crystal coins of varying value were thrown to Mutu.

Mutu was so happy that he was secretly grateful to the Three Heroes of Xueyue for giving him a good start, otherwise he would be embarrassed to ask for money. He showed all his knowledge, and saw his hands flashing in the air like ghosts, and the coins all over the sky came into his pocket in the blink of an eye.

He was in a good mood and patted his bulging wallet with satisfaction. He was about to speak, but unexpectedly he was interrupted by a cold voice: "Mutu, this is a hundred magic crystal coins, I have to pack your news by myself."

Everyone couldn't help but gasp. Not only was they surprised by Yun Busan's generosity, but they had to know that one hundred magic crystal coins were not an ordinary large number. The rich guys were considered rich, but Xiang Yun Busan always had one hundred magic crystal coins. They asked themselves that they couldn't do it. What made them even more angry was that Yun Busan obviously wanted to take the news alone.

Mutu was shocked and hurriedly looked around. Yun Busan, who was smiling in a dark face, was holding a small bag. Seeing him turn his head, waved his hand, and immediately flew towards Mutu flatly: "How is it? If one hundred is not enough, I can give you one hundred and fifty, but your news can only be told to me alone."

Mutu was stunned for a moment, took the bag with one hand, but was shocked suddenly, and took several steps back. His chest felt like he was struck by lightning, and he almost couldn't breathe in one breath. He looked at Yun Busan in horror and saw that the latter was looking at him coldly.

"Okay, Yun Busan, you actually plotted against me like this, I'm a little bitch! You are a dead old man who is not a human being, and I'll kill you one day sooner or later." He cursed a few words inwardly, touched the bag casually, and knew that Yun Busan had not lie to him. There was indeed a large amount of magic crystal coins contained in it. As a wind media, he naturally knew what kind of person Yun Busan was, but he was still a slick person. He knew that if Yun Busan agreed to offend the masters of Xueyue City, he would not think of going to Xueyue City again in the future. If he didn't agree, although he would offend Yun Busan, he would feel much more at ease when he saw so many Xueyue City masters gathered here.

At this time, the people on Xueyue City began to dissatisfied. Seeing that Yun Busan was not only unreasonable, but also injured Mutu, they all scolded him. Among them, Bada was the most excited. He suddenly pulled out the thick-backed knife and cursed: "Yun Busan, you are not the territory of the Fire Demon. Don't behave like this here. Are you bullying me, there is no one in Xueyue City?"

"Yes, Mr. Ba said it well. Yun Busan, you bully people too much, and our Xueyue City is not easy to mess with."

"Fuck, we all support Dongmo, you'd better go back to your master Yanmo."—

Yun Busan looked at everyone coldly, without saying anything. After a few people scolded him, he looked at Mutu indifferently and said, "Brother Mutu, you have already collected the money, don't betray the debt." After that, he smiled gloomy and looked arrogant and arrogant.

"Brother Mutu, we don't want his bad money. People are poor and ambitious, just give it to him." Ma Wei was young and energetic. He snatched the bag from Mutu's hand and threw it at Yun Busan.

Yun Busan raised his hand to take it, and said coldly, "Don't toast or not, just take the wine." As he said that, he turned to Mutu and said gloomy: "Tell me quickly, where is Han Yixiao now?"

Everyone was furious when they heard this. This man dared to call Dongmo the name of Dongmo so arrogantly. Even the old guy who had a wait-and-see attitude in Xueyue City was not satisfied. The Emperor of Dongmo has always been their hero. In fact, although Xueyue City is a city that no one cares about, most of the people in the city are towards Dongmo. They once hoped that Dongmo would immediately belong to Dongmo's territory with the order. Although Dongmo has long announced that he will no longer compete in the Demon Realm, Dongmo's image in the people of Xueyue City is still very tall.

Mutu's eyes were almost angrily angry. He suddenly forgot his fear. Somehow he had the courage. He slammed the table in anger and shouted, "Can you call him the name of Dongmo?"

Yun Busan was stunned. He didn't expect that this kid had such great courage to refute him in person. He sneered: "What's wrong with Dongmo? I just want to call him Han Yixiao. Tell me quickly, where is Han Yixiao?"

Mutu turned his eyes and looked at death as if he was ready to die, and shouted: "I won't say it even if I beat you to death."

Yun Busan was furious, and a terrifying demon light shot out from the ghost's eyes, and he sneered: "Okay, then let me Yun Busan come and send you a ride!" As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and sand and stones suddenly flew away, and the demonic energy was trembling. He pinched the magic trick with his hand, and the long sword inserted behind him suddenly rushed straight into the air. Accompanied by a ball of black air, he turned and shot at Mutu in the air.

When he took action, all the masters of Xueyue City were stunned. Unexpectedly, Yun Busan took action as soon as he said that he would take action. Seeing the sword light passing through the sky, the black air was about to destroy Mutu in a blink of an eye. He couldn't help but roar, but he had no choice but to hope that Mutu could block the next move.

Mutu was also shocked. As soon as he heard the words, he turned to see a dark and dark demonic aura. A sword light flashed out of the black air and rushed towards his chest. He was shocked and thought that Yun Busan was so quick that he could take action, and his move was as fierce as lightning. At most, he was a Cang-level master. If he wanted to fight against the Heaven-level master, he would undoubtedly shake the tree. Thinking of this, he simply closed his eyes, thrust his chest, and prepared to die bravely.

At this critical moment, just when everyone thought Mutu would die, a little black light flew out of the sky and instantly broke into the black air. After a slight sound, the black air in the sky suddenly disappeared, and Yun Busan's magic sword suddenly shattered out of thin air. Looking at Yun Busan again, he saw that he was bleeding from seven orifices at this moment, and had already been shattered by his soul and went to the west.

Everyone stared blankly at Yun Busan, who was already cold, and could not believe the facts in front of him. Yun Busan, who was so arrogant just now, became an empty body in a blink of an eye. They suddenly remembered the sudden black light and looked up. They saw two people standing on the plum blossom tree not far away, looking at them with a smile. One of them was tall and handsome, wearing a black robe, and a few faint sadness hidden in the deep demon eyes like the starry sky; the other was also a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist, with big ears on his face, and was not angry but powerful. Both of them were astonishing as the aura, which made people dare not look at him.

"It's the Eastern Demon!" Mutu, who had escaped from death, suddenly said blankly, his face full of ecstasy and his body trembled with excitement.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. Even the old man who was curled up in a corner and thought his small teahouse could not escape the disaster was excited, and kept wiping his eyes, as if he wanted to look at Dongmo's figure carefully.

With a bang, Mutu suddenly knelt down on his knees, raised his head and said with a trembling voice: "Mutu meets the Emperor!"

Everyone woke up and immediately knelt down and said the same words as Mutu. In an instant, under the shed outside the teahouse, they knelt on the ground and worshiped the master of Xueyue City who was piously worshipping.

The man in black was Han Yixiao who had traveled eastward. After failing to visit the underworld, he and Ao Long heard the news of the eruption of Dabayu Volcano, and immediately thought that something was wrong with the temple. In addition, Han Yixiao was always uneasy these days and was always worried that something had happened to Yang Tianxing. Now that he thought about the problem of the volcano eruption, he was even more sure that Yang Tianxing must be trapped in the temple. So the two rushed from the far west to Xueyue City, trying to go deep into the temple to save people. On the way, they happened to meet Yun Busan Xing, and Han Yixiao was in a bad mood, so Yun Busan became Han Yixiao's punching bag so miserable.

Ao Long smiled and said, "Old Han, your reputation is really higher than mine."

Han Yixiao smiled bitterly, fell down, stood in front of everyone and said lightly: "Everyone doesn't have to call Emperor Han anymore, get up quickly."

Ao Long also fell down, but he looked like he was watching the fun, stood aside with a smile, and said a few words to Han Yixiao from time to time.

Mutu's excitement at this time could not be described by writing. He had only heard of the name of Dongmo before, but had never seen Dongmo. Now that he saw the hero he admired was right in front of him, he almost burst into tears. In fact, no one who knelt here had seen Han Yixiao's true face. They had only heard of many heroic deeds about Han Yixiao that were circulated among the people. In addition, the slogans made by the army organized by Lixun were very popular, so most of the eastern and central parts of the Demon Realm, and even the entire Demon Realm loved Dongmo Han Yixiao very much. Their feelings were not much different from Mutu. Now, seeing Han Yixiao solved Yun Busan with one move, which was even more satisfying and shocking. How could they dare to get up? They kneeled willingly.

These reasons are something Han Yixiao didn't know. He rarely cared about others' evaluations and opinions about him. Now seeing so many people kneeling in front of him, he was a little at a loss and a little annoyed. This is not to say that he hates these people, but to think that this kneeling method is extremely stupid. He said lightly: "Kneel down, kneel down, kneel down, kneel down, kneel down, kneel down, why are you kneeling at me Han Yixiao? Get up quickly!" In the last sentence, he used a little bit of true energy and knew that he didn't show any anger, these people wouldn't get up.

Everyone felt like the sky was thundering, which made their ears buzzing. They thought Han Yixiao was angry and quickly stood up. However, few people dared to look at Han Yixiao head-on, most of them just glanced at him with their eyes. Han Yixiao's handsomeness and terrifying strength are famous. They only thought the rumors were true at all, and the shock they brought to them was far greater than the rumors.

Mutu is the only person who has never looked away from Han Yixiao. Although his cultivation is not high, he has extremely persistent beliefs.

Han Yixiao looked at this young Mutu, and he could feel the heat in Mutu's eyes. With a smile, he said softly: "Little brother, you are very backbone. But relying on backbone alone is useless. You must have enough strength to protect your family, your city, and even your country."

Mutu was stunned for a while, and he thought carefully about what Han Yixiao said in his heart. He kept every word in mind. When he finally understood the meaning of it and looked up in surprise, he was shocked to find that Han Yixiao was no longer there. He was a little sad and disappointed. He looked at the sky and murmured: "I am a hero of a generation, and I am so casual and mysterious."

At this time, everyone surrounded him and looked at the wooden picture with a little enviousness.

Bada patted Mutu's shoulder with excitement and smiled, "Brother Mutu, you are so famous this time."

Mutu turned his head to look at him and said, "Master Ba, what do you mean by what the Emperor said?"

Bada thought for a while and said, "The Emperor is right. The Demon World is the world of the strong, and strength is the most important. Compared with the Emperor, we are really far apart."

Mutu gave him a blank look and continued, "Although my strength is very important, what I asked the Emperor what he meant by "protecting your country"?"

"Country?" Bada scratched his head, looking confused: "It sounds strange." It's no wonder that there is no concept of a country in the demon world.

"The country should be similar to the territory. The Emperor's meaning is probably to ask us to improve our strength to defend the demon world. I heard that the fairy world seems to be unfavorable to our demon world." A burly man with red eyes and red hair, a tiger-back and bear-back suddenly spoke.

Bada was stunned and then frowned and said, "Brother Liu is right. I have heard about the fairy world. Damn, if the fairy world dares to invade our demon world, I will drive them away even if I fight for this life."

Xu Ren frowned and said, "The fairy world is not that easy to deal with. Now our demon world is divided into pieces. Several emperors are all focusing on expanding their territory. How can they have time to deal with the affairs of the fairy world? In the end, we are the people who suffer."

"Oh, I understand." Mutu suddenly screamed and said, "I understand why Emperor disbanded the army?"

"Why?" everyone asked.

Mutu took a sip of tea and said politely: "Of course it is for the invasion of the Demon World of the Immortal World. The Emperor gave up because he didn't want to cause any more trouble for the Demon World."
To be continued...