I stack buffs in a weird world!

"But, this body... is really rubbish."

"He Ping'an" felt his new body, which was full of turbid and chaotic demonic power.

Some demonic powers even conflicted with each other, making the whole body like a hodgepodge.

"Tsk tsk... poor thing, there is not even a proper demon cultivation method.

Even the realm of night is only the Ju Shen realm!"

"He Ping'an" has completely absorbed the memory of the original body and can sense his own situation in an instant.

Ju Shen realm, what a distant realm.

He even forgot his memory when he was in Ju Shen realm.

But there is no way, he now has the memory of the Golden Demon Realm, but not the realm of the Golden Demon Realm, so he can only take it slowly!

"Huh? Someone else came in?"

"He Ping'an" tilted his head and showed a surprised expression.

You know, in the endless years, no one except He Ping'an can get here.

But in just a few hours, two people came to this endless demon tomb. Could it be that the exit of the endless demon tomb has been opened?

Obviously, the person that "He Ping'an" was talking about was Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang followed the thin demonic energy left by He Ping'an and came to a mountain.

A thick layer of red mist seemed to have life, quietly wrapping the entire mountain, making the originally majestic mountain range hazy and blurred.

From a distance, the mountain shrouded in red mist presented a strange color and atmosphere, which seemed particularly strange.

Zhang Yang chuckled. He had seen this kind of environment many times.

He dared to guarantee that there must be something in the vaguely appearing hall.

Not long after, he came directly in front of the palace and chuckled.

In the eyes of the blood pupil, the hall was exposed.

This is not a hall at all, it is a semi-underground green brick and green tile cemetery.

But the style of the cemetery is different from what Zhang Yang has seen in Wuyangjie, and it should be older judging by the materials.

The corners of the mouth of "He Ping'an" in the hall were slightly hooked, and a wicked smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He wanted to repeat the old trick and said, "Young man...Fuck..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt the whole hall begin to shake, the roof beams broke, and the green tiles kept falling, hitting the metal coffin with a clanging sound.

Then the hall began to slowly collapse and fall...

"He Ping'an" hurriedly jumped out of the hall and flew into the sky with magic.

Looking back again, the cemetery had disappeared and only a ruin was left.

Standing next to the ruins was a young man in the Condensation Dan Realm!

"Young people don't have martial ethics!"

"He Ping'an" was upset and blurted out.

Zhang Yang looked at "He Ping'an" with some curiosity, always feeling that this person had a sense of disharmony.

"You... are He Ping'an?"

"He Ping'an" was stunned when he heard the words, and then frowned slightly. There was no figure of this person in his original memory.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Yang also looked at "He Ping'an" at this time. According to his feeling, the demonic aura on this person is no different from the residual demonic aura.

But his blood pupils can see that there seems to be some incoordination between the soul and the body.

"You... took over He Ping'an!?"

"He Ping'an" heard this, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Although he has been silent in the demon tomb for many years, his ability to control the soul has weakened, but it is impossible for a Condensation Realm to see through it.

The person in front of him is not an ordinary Condensation Realm!

"How did you see it?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yang shook his head regretfully. He thought that this time he would meet a reborn person like Fang Xiuyu, or a system carrier like Lu Changsheng.

After all, he thought too much. There are not so many lucky people in this world.

Seeing Zhang Yang shaking his head without saying anything, "He Ping'an" thought about it and bowed his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are polite. It's just a body.

I guess you have some relationship with this young man, so this is an apology!"

After that, he took out a yellowed book that was about to fall apart and handed it over.

Zhang Yang took the book and raised his eyebrows slightly, "The Book of Starry Demonic Qi?"

"Hehe..." "He Ping'an" showed a little pride on his face. He learned from He Ping'an's memory that the demons in this world did not have any serious cultivation methods.

He took out this Xuan-level method, which was enough to fool this ignorant little demon in the Condensation Dan Realm.

"Pah~"

The Book of Starry Demonic Qi was slapped directly on his face, making him look confused.

Are all demons so rude now?

"He Ping'an" was so angry that his face turned red, "You monster... you are so ungrateful!

I gave you the secret book, and you were so rude!"

Zhang Yang looked at him with contempt, "The body you stole belongs to my nephew. You want to fool me with this kind of garbage? Have you never seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"

"Good boy, you are so rude, you are looking for death!"

Bah, what nephew, he searched through He Ping'an's memory and couldn't find any impression of this person.

"Bang~"

"Ah!"

"Crackle~"

"Ah!"

"Pah~"

"Ouch!"

"..."

"Uncle, stop, stop, I remember. You are indeed my uncle..."

"He Ping'an" waved his hands repeatedly, covering his pig-like cheeks, and said incoherently.

Now he is not Zhang Yang's opponent at all. Although he knows a lot of magic and supernatural powers, he can't use them now.

This unreasonable man's fist carries the power of the soul, which makes his soul unstable for a while. If he doesn't beg for mercy, he will be beaten out of his body.

It will be difficult to return to the body at that time!

Zhang Yang found a stone and sat down, looking at "He Ping'an" with a squint, "Tell me!"

"What to say? "

"He Ping'an" covered his cheek with his teeth bared.

Zhang Yang chuckled and clenched his fists, "It seems that the pain of the flesh has not been enough!"

"Uncle...Uncle...Wait, I'm going to say!"

"He Ping'an" waved his hands repeatedly, he didn't want to be pinned down and beaten again.

"Ah...It's a long story...Ah..."

"He Ping'an" dodged the stone thrown by Zhang Yang and became honest, "Actually, I'm dead, died in the 6987th year of the demon calendar, thinking back then I..."

Zhang Yang frowned, "Let's get to the point, what is this place, what treasures are there, what can you do for me?

If you are useless, there is no need for you to exist! ”

I believe there are still many treasures to be excavated in this relic, if this person does not know valuable information.

He will not waste time here!

"He Ping'an" felt the murderous aura in Zhang Yang's eyes, and did not dare to make up any more nonsense.

"Ahem... I was a centurion under the command of the demon general Juan Tian, ​​and I died in the battle of the West.

This large relic is the ancient battlefield of the battle of the West!"

"Ancient battlefield? Fallen? Then how did you survive?"

Zhang Yang looked at "He Ping'an" with some doubts.

"Speaking of this matter... Ahem, in fact, as a yellow demon, I have a life-saving magical power, and I was able to survive by relying on the corpse of a demon general. "

"He Ping'an" shook his head.

To be honest, if it weren't for the spell on the coffin, I would have perished in the long river of time.

Even so, he barely survived until now by relying on the remains of the demon general.

Zhang Yang nodded. He had some knowledge of the history of the Wuyang Realm demon race.

Before the Wuyang Realm demon race prospered, there was a larger demon dynasty, but this dynasty disappeared in a war.

It must be the battle of the West Heaven!