I will return you 10,000 times my money. I am the strongest furnace in the Demon Sect.

The crooked tree seemed to understand what Zhao Mu said, and it stopped shaking immediately, and the vines on the tree began to shrink.

In the blink of an eye, the whole tree turned into a green sapling.

The corpses that lost the vines were covered with black smoke and turned into demons covered with black fog.

This should be the demon spirits that the little Hades mentioned.

The demon spirits that gained freedom immediately showed their ferocious faces, and even rushed towards Zhao Mu without fear of the light of the golden Buddha lamp.

Zhao Mu was prepared and slashed with a sword.

Split Dimension Slash.

With a sizzling sound, the entire space was cut off, including all the demon spirits.

What Zhao Mu didn't expect was that these demon spirits were not injured, but took the opportunity to drill into the cracks in the void and hide.

After a blink of an eye, the void healed and the demon spirits disappeared.

But Zhao Mu knew that they were nearby and could launch a sneak attack on him at any time.

Zhao Mu was not startled or panicked. He cut through the void again and activated the Burning Moon Star Flame Dharma. His whole body burst into a fierce and dazzling light, directly pouring the boiling pure Yang energy into the void crack.

This move was effective immediately, and a shrill howl was heard in the void in an instant.

Under the burning of the pure Yang flame, these demons seemed vulnerable and dissipated like smoke.

In a short while, the demons were gone.

Zhao Mu snorted coldly: "Nothing more."

It's not that the demons are weak, but his divine body is too strong. The pure Yang power like the bright sun is simply the natural nemesis of some dark things. No matter what kind of demons and monsters you are, you will be completely purified when you are illuminated by such a powerful pure Yang power.

With the confidence brought by the first confrontation, Zhao Mu became more calm and continued to move forward with big strides.

The evil land is very large, and there must be far more than these demons. All the demons must be cleared out.

But I don't know if it's because of Zhao Mu's yang energy, he didn't encounter any demons along the way.

He did feel the breath of several demons, but they escaped before he caught them.

These demons seemed to be avoiding Zhao Mu on purpose.

It's interesting.

Could it be that these demons want to unite, gather forces and finally besiege him?

That doesn't matter, whether it's the Dimension Slash, the Dharma Image or the Pure Yang Power, they all have large-scale attack capabilities, and no matter how many enemies there are, they can be killed in one go, there's no difference.

As he walked, the red fog filled in again. Zhao Mu used the Golden Buddha Lamp to clear the way and walked into the red fog leisurely.

After several turns, Zhao Mu heard the sound of running water. He walked towards the sound and saw a stream with clear and sweet springs.

Following the stream, Zhao Mu walked towards the source.

After a few dozen steps, he saw a secluded valley again. The valley was covered with wild trees, quiet and natural, and there was no evil air.

Zhao Mu did not stop, but continued forward across the valley. Soon he saw a lake. Although it was covered by red mist, the ripples were still visible.

Zhao Mu walked on the water and came to the center of the lake. With his spiritual sense, he saw a dilapidated old temple buried at the bottom of the lake.

Zhao Mu flicked his finger and used the power of the formation to split the lake water and create a road leading to the old temple.

Stepping on the stairs made of water, Zhao Mu walked to the bottom of the lake step by step and came to the door of the old temple.

He waved his hand, and the air poured into the old temple, propping up a huge bubble that wrapped the old temple.

Taking a step, Zhao Mu walked into the main hall of the old temple.

On the main hall, there was a rusty cast iron statue.

Below the statue was a line of large characters.

"The way of immortals flourished, the way of gods died, and now I bury the bones of gods here, and those who are destined to come can get them."

Strangely enough, this font was the first time Zhao Mu came into contact with it, but he could understand the meaning after just one look.

Moreover, when observing this line of words, Zhao Mu could clearly feel a warm current surging between his eyebrows.

That was the power of the godhead throbbing.

Although Zhao Mu was at most a pseudo-god, he still had a godhead.

This line of words could trigger Zhao Mu's godhead, which showed that the person who left this line of words should also be a god, and a very powerful one.

The way of immortality flourished, the way of gods died...

What does this sentence mean.

Speaking of which, nowadays, cultivation of immortality is indeed popular, and the situation of the decline of gods, could it be because of something that happened in the past, which led to the decline of the way of gods?

Zhao Mu shook his head.

This was not a question he cared about.

He was curious about why there was a dead god hidden in this fierce and desolate land?

Wasn't the fierce and desolate land a space born from the core veins of the Xianwu Continent? Could it be that the god had buried himself in the core of the Xianwu Continent a long time ago?

Interesting.

Burying the god's bones by oneself, it was obtained by fate...

Was Zhao Mu the destined person?

He glanced around, but didn't find any divine bones.

This old temple was empty, and there was no place to hide anything.

Unless...

Zhao Mu's eyes fell on the rusty statue.

Without saying a word, Zhao Mu slashed with a sword, splitting the statue in two.

Sure enough, there was another world inside the statue, a small space, and a piece of bone was stored in it.

Zhao Mu waved his hand, and the bone flew into his hand.

Judging from the shape, this should be a small piece of the skull, less than the size of a palm, crystal clear, emitting a faint golden light, as if it were made of gold.

It was very heavy in the hand, a small piece of golden divine bone, but it weighed more than 10,000 tons. Even with Zhao Mu's divine power, it was a bit difficult to hold it.

But what amazed Zhao Mu the most was the charm contained in this piece of golden divine bone.

Just after touching it, Zhao Mu felt that his divine body and divine personality were nourished.

"If you use this bone to cultivate your divine body, you may gain a lot."

Zhao Mu put the golden divine bone in his pocket.

Unfortunately, there is only a small piece.

Zhao Mu had a hunch that if he could piece together a complete skeleton, it might be a great opportunity.

"Perhaps, there is more than one such statue. This god should have buried his divine bones separately. If you want to obtain a complete divine bone, you must collect the divine bones scattered everywhere."

Zhao Mu shook his head.

"So these strong men are very sick. They always like to separate a complete thing. The Haotian Sword is like this. Now there is another golden divine bone. Don’t you think it’s interesting!"

Zhao Mu complained in his heart for a while.

But collection still needs to be collected.

Zhao Mu even had a hunch that other golden divine bones might also be hidden in other dangerous places.

When the evil land appears on a large scale next year, we can find a way to verify it.

Turning around and walking out of the old temple, Zhao Mu returned to the lake. When he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the red fog swaying in the sky, as if countless ghosts were shuttling through the fog, thousands of them, and the yin energy was boiling.

"Just in time."

Zhao Mu flew up into the sky, and in an instant, he slashed out swords all over the sky. The power of the Dharma was fully activated, and the whole person burned violently, turning into a bright sun, reflecting the sky, like a god or an immortal!