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This is exactly the same as the Human Emperor Village, except that the suppression in the Human Emperor Village is more severe.

"Then where did the other monsters go?" Zhu Moye asked.

The pig demon only knew these things, and other things were far beyond the reach of a demon like him. Zhu Moye released the pig demon, and the latter fled like a whirlwind, never expecting Zhu Moye to let him go.

Zhu Moye walked back into the cave carrying a pig thigh. The entrance of the cave was still blocked by a huge rock. Zhu Moye moved the rock away and walked in.

Before entering, Zhu Moye had already spoken with Mo Ling inside, otherwise the latter would have mistaken him for a monster. As soon as he entered, he was ambushed by Mo Ling and was very unlucky.

Mo Ling was already injured, so Zhu Moye naturally couldn't be injured. Especially since he knew that this place was not without magic power, not that it was impossible to cultivate, and not that there were no other powerful monsters. They just hadn't come out temporarily due to the changes in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley.

Once they come out, the two of them will not be able to practice for the time being and need to find a way to practice. At this time, if they are hit by those monsters, they will definitely die.

Zhu Moye thought about why, when he was outside, he heard people who had entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons say that it was already quite good if one out of a hundred people could survive.

At this time, Zhu Moye finally understood that he had no magic power when he entered this place. After falling from such a high place, he was lucky not to be killed.

This would probably kill about 50% of the troops, who would then be eaten by monsters. They couldn't find a place to practice, and were eaten by monsters again.

Starving to death, dying of thirst...

If only one percent of people can survive, it is already a good probability.

The pig demon's thigh was grilled, and soon the aroma filled the air. Zhu Moye blocked the door tightly, fearing that the demon outside would rush in.

One or two big ones wouldn't matter, but if a group of small animals rushed in, they would be courting death.

The two moved quickly because they were indeed hungry. In this place where they could not use magic power, they needed to eat, drink, defecate and urinate like ordinary people.

Zhu Moye ate a lot, which surprised Mo Ling. She also noticed that Zhu Moye's body was extremely strong, even stronger than some of the masters in their demon sect who specialized in physical training.

Zhu Moye told Mo Ling the news he got from the pig demon. At this moment, Zhu Moye needed to share the hardships with Mo Ling in order to survive.

Mo Ling might have other thoughts or other tasks at the moment. Zhu Moye, however, was not blinded by the beauty. He clearly remembered that when they entered here, it was Mo Ling who consciously led everyone towards the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Perhaps the latter had already been aware of some changes in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

These ancient and long-standing sects must have many secrets, secrets unknown to outsiders. The Ten Thousand Demon Valley is indeed mysterious, but the Demon Sect may not be unaware of what is in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, or perhaps something unexpected has happened.

When they were in the Chaos Valley, didn't the Buddhists, Taoists and even the demons all rush over? It was because they all knew that changes had occurred in the Chaos Valley, and that these changes had a time pattern, and they had been doing so for so many years.

I don’t know how much benefit they have gained from it. It is the same for Chaos Valley and Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

However, Zhu Moye did not ask directly, because he was not familiar with Mo Ling. As for the practices of the Demon Cult, Zhu Moye knew a lot from reading books in the past.

Even when taking care of Mo Ling, Zhu Moye still had some reservations.

Mo Ling was very excited. It was terrible to be here without magic power, but she didn't expect that she could get the wild energy here. This was something that even her master coveted. If she could take it out, she would definitely have made a great contribution. It was not impossible for her to be revered as a saint in the future.

Mo Ling knew where Tian Peng was and had been chasing him all the way. The Demon Cult had many followers, and the Tian Peng youth's faction and Mo Ling's faction were sworn enemies.

Mo Ling's master hoped that Mo Ling could take the position of the Saint, but Tianpeng was naturally unwilling to see his old rival become the Saint and control the power in the sect, so he tried to obstruct her in every possible way. Later, he discovered Yun Shuixian and learned of her innocent heart, so he came to capture Yun Shuixian.

"Then how can we obtain the wild energy and continue to practice?" Mo Ling asked excitedly.

Zhu Moye did not get the reason from the pig demon. The pig demon's level was too low and he was not qualified to know this matter.

"Well, just follow me." Zhu Moye said.

After learning that the air was filled with the most primitive wild energy, Zhu Moye checked his own mana. Then he compared his most instinctive sense of the wild energy and finally determined a direction. He believed that if he followed that direction, he should be able to find the location of the wild energy.

Savage Qi is different from Chaos Qi, which cannot be cultivated at all. Of course, the exception is Chaos Monster, which is the origin of Chaos Monster, originally formed by Chaos Qi.

Chapter 426

Chapter 888

After the Chaos Qi, there was the Savage Qi, also the most ancient source of power that could be used for cultivation. Zhu Moye constantly traveled through the world, and only then did he unintentionally bring a little Savage Qi into himself.

But just this little bit of wild energy made the Blood Demon covet it extremely, which shows the powerful advantage that wild energy has in the original energy of cultivation.

After coming here, although he could no longer feel the fluctuation of magic power, Zhu Moye always had the feeling of a wanderer returning home. At this moment, Zhu Moye naturally understood that everything was caused by that wisp of wild energy.

The only trace of energy in his body felt the vast and wild energy in this space at this moment, and naturally he was extremely excited and wanted to merge with it to strengthen himself.

It was this wild energy that gave Zhu Moye this magical sensation. Otherwise, it would be wishful thinking for Zhu Moye and the injured Mo Ling to find a way out in the vast grassland, find the wild energy, and restore their magic power.

It is conceivable that after entering the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, many people died because they could not obtain the wild energy and were trapped and died in a state of powerlessness.

The two rested for a night, and early the next morning, they set out on their journey. Although Mo Ling was seriously injured, she could not do anything without her magic power, but with her physical body, she could still walk even though she was injured.

Zhu Moye only carried Mo Ling on his back when he really couldn't walk anymore. Mo Ling looked like a shy young wife, which made Zhu Moye feel particularly amused.

The journey was long, and in order to kill time, the two of them chatted casually, talking about their own things.

Zhu Moye knew that Mo Ling was only in her fifties this year. At this age, she could be considered an old woman among ordinary mortals, but among Buddhists, Taoists, demons and monsters, she was definitely a standard favored daughter of heaven.

Zhu Moye calculated that his current age, if based on the Earth calendar, would be over fifty. Compared to Mo Ling's cultivation, it was obviously more rare for Zhu Moye to reach such a state at this age.

"You haven't killed anything yet?" Zhu Moye asked in surprise. He couldn't believe that Mo Ling had never killed anything yet.

"What? Do you think our Demon Sect has always been killing innocent people?" Mo Ling said with a bit of annoyance in her voice. At this moment, she was lying on Zhu Moye's back. Hearing what Zhu Moye said, she couldn't help but hit Zhu Moye hard.

The movements were very gentle, because the latter was injured and could not exert much strength, and Zhu Moye had thick skin and flesh, so she didn't care at all. It felt like a little girl acting coquettishly.

Zhu Moye laughed and said, "No, I thought you all in the Demon Sect would kill anyone who stands in your way, even if it's a Buddha."

Mo Ling couldn't help laughing, but after laughing, he fell into silence again.

Mo Ling could sense that although Zhu Moye was eager to help and rescue her, he was still instinctively somewhat repulsed and wary of her, which made Mo Ling feel quite unhappy.

No matter where she is, she is the focus of everyone's attention. From the old grandfather to the little sister, everyone is very close to her, but Zhu Moye has always been indifferent.

This made Mo Ling, who was used to being the center of attention, feel a little weird. She wanted to do something to teach Zhu Moye a lesson, so she kept getting closer to Zhu Moye, wanting her flower-guarding messengers to teach him a lesson.

But she didn't expect that those people were dead, or maybe not, and she didn't know where they were now. But it was Zhu Moye who had been saving her, which made her feel touched and embarrassed.

But Zhu Moye gave her the feeling that he was saving people, no matter who he saved. Mo Ling felt a little grateful in her heart, but also a little sour.

Through chatting during this journey, Mo Ling gradually let go of herself and even climbed on Zhu Moye's body. However, she still felt that while the latter was good to her, he did not open his heart at all. There was always a wall between the two of them.

"Do you really hate the people of the Demon Cult?" Mo Ling asked.

Zhu Moye was a little confused as to why Mo Ling asked such questions. During the journey, Zhu Moye had sensed that Mo Ling's tone was constantly softening, and many times, he spoke in accordance with his tone.

At this moment, she no longer looked like a witch from a cult, but like a little girl next door.

Zhu Moye didn't say anything, and Mo Ling continued talking to himself.

"Indeed, the teachings of the Demon Cult may contradict all the righteous teachings in the Three Realms. They believe that we are all killing innocent people, but that is simply a misunderstanding of us. We are simply following our own hearts."

Zhu Moye rubbed his nose and thought to himself, "What does she mean by saying these words to me?"

"Hmph, you didn't say anything, but I knew you looked down on us. You like that Yun Shuixian, right? Don't think I don't know she is Yun Shuixian. She even gave herself the nickname Yunxian. You can fool others, but you can't fool me."

At this moment, Mo Ling was like a jealous little woman.

Zhu Moye remained silent. At this time, the best solution was to act like an ostrich and hear nothing, so naturally nothing would happen.

……

"I want to come down!"

Zhu Moye was still walking. He didn't hear anything at all. He had closed his ears.

Feeling Mo Ling's struggle, Zhu Moye finally heard Mo Ling's voice and put Mo Ling down. Mo Ling was angry as soon as he landed. He was not prepared at all and fell to the ground and fell down immediately.

"You did it on purpose." Mo Ling shouted, pointing his finger at Zhu Moye.

Zhu Moye smiled bitterly and said, "My aunt, what on earth do you want to do?" In Mo Ling, Zhu Moye saw the shadow of his former comrade-in-arms' sister. During the time when Mo Ling was unconscious, her delicate temperament was exactly the same.

Unconsciously, a desire to protect Mo Ling emerged in Zhu Moye's heart, so Zhu Moye took care of Mo Ling like an older brother and let Mo Ling act coquettishly and lose her temper.

"I know that you are the Human Emperor. You look down on us from the Demon Sect and think that we kill innocent people indiscriminately and that we are bad people. But what about those Buddhist and Taoist people? I'm afraid they have killed more people than us." Mo Ling shouted.

She didn't know why, but seeing Zhu Moye's indifferent look made her particularly angry. When she woke up, she found herself being held by Zhu Moye. The feeling was so warm that she couldn't help wanting to indulge in it.

Zhu Moye and Mo Ling didn't know that this was just the most instinctive emotions and desires of the two without any magic power. But this feeling was not a mistake, but a natural human feeling, the throbbing of the soul.

Perhaps after his magic power is restored, Mo Ling will not cling here anymore, and Zhu Moye will not be moved by such a feeling, but the feeling they have for each other will be remembered in their hearts and engraved deep in their souls.

Chapter 889 Bull Demon

Zhu Moye sat down next to Mo Ling and looked at Mo Ling. Mo Ling snorted and turned his head away.

Zhu Moye smiled. After all, this witch was still just a little girl. She was in danger, without the protection of other elders, without magic power, and unable to protect herself.

Ultimately, her deepest self was exposed; she was still just a little girl who needed care and protection.

Zhu Moye gently hugged Mo Ling and whispered, "Okay, stop being so mad. Wait until we find the location of the Savage Energy and recover our magic power. Maybe you'll think of this scene today and feel shy."

Zhu Moye had naturally had such an experience. He had once made a cruel vow when he was down and out, but when everything was going well, he realized that his previous vow was so ridiculous.

He finally discovered that Mo Ling was obviously like that now. In such a helpless situation, she instinctively wanted to hold on to the last straw and struggle on.

Zhu Moye is the last straw that breaks her back, which is why she is in this situation.

Mo Ling was a little confused, but she held onto Zhu Moye's hand tightly and said, "As long as you don't make me angry again, it's fine. You can't ignore my words and you can't look down on me from the bottom of your heart."

"How could I look down on you? You are a potential goddess of the Demon Sect, and you have such talent at such a young age. You must be famous in the Three Realms. How could I look down on you?" Zhu Moye said with a smile.

"Look, it's this kind of smile, as if everything others care about is a joke in your eyes." Mo Ling pointed at Zhu Moye's smile.

"Okay, I won't laugh anymore." Zhu Moye quickly waved his hands and made a gesture to shut up. He turned around and squatted in front of Mo Ling and said, "Okay, come up."

Mo Ling giggled and jumped up, "Tell me stories. Master used to tell me stories when I was little, but he got busy later and never told me stories again."

"Well, once upon a time there was a mountain, and on the mountain there was a temple, and in the temple there was an old monk, and he was telling stories!"

"Ah, what's the story?"

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, on the mountain there was a temple, in the temple there was an old monk, who was telling stories!"

"Ah, you're teasing me..." Mo Ling finally reacted and started rubbing Zhu Moye's hair with her little hands.

After Mo Ling's incident, the relationship between the two became much closer. They walked for three days, and the fields were covered with green grass.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, but every time the sky is covered by colorful clouds, making it impossible to tell east, south, west and north.

This was the place where Zhu Moye could sense the wild energy, which was why he never got lost. Along the way, the two encountered many monsters, which confirmed that the place ahead was the location of the wild energy.

Because the wild energy is not only effective for human cultivation, obviously if an animal has the opportunity to obtain a trace of the wild energy and refine it, the possibility of transforming into a demon will greatly increase.

But along the way, the two did not see any human beings, nor did they see any human beings falling in from the outside world.

This also made the two of them somewhat disappointed. After all, they were all people who entered here from the same world, and surprisingly, apart from them, they didn't see anyone else. Perhaps those people died. Even if not, without the Savage Qi, even if they were lucky enough to survive here, they wouldn't last long.

As the saying goes, "If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold." This is the truth.

Mo Ling's injuries showed no signs of improvement. Without the cultivation of her magical powers, her injuries would only worsen. At first, Mo Ling was still quite lively in talking to Zhu Moye, but gradually, she could only lie on Zhu Moye's back and listen to his stories.

On the third day, Mo Ling was already half-conscious and half-awake.

Zhu Moye was extremely anxious. In the past three days, Mo Ling had been completely accepted by him in his heart. Although Mo Ling was not young anymore, her demeanor and behavior made her look like a little sister.

Zhu Moye also treated the latter as his little sister. Now, watching Mo Ling dying like this, his heart was filled with anger.

On the grassland, Zhu Moye galloped quickly, with only one destination in mind, which was the place where the wild energy gathered in front of him. Zhu Moye felt that he was almost there, but he was not sure how to wait. It was obvious that it would take at least another day. Could Mo Ling wait that long?

"Mo Ling, hold on, we're almost there." Zhu Moye shouted loudly.

He had already held Mo Ling to his chest. After all, his back was too bumpy, and he couldn't see how Mo Ling would react, not even if his injury recurred.

Seeing Mo Ling lying in his arms, her lips had begun to turn purple, her face was pale, and her breathing had become so slow that it was almost imperceptible.

Her body was gradually getting colder. The magic power in this place was not strong, and her soul was trapped in her body. If this continued, Mo Ling would become a Taoist and would lose the hope of reincarnation forever.

"Who dares to rush here?" As if things were not bad enough, a bull-headed monster blocked Zhu Moye's way.

The Bullhead's strength was very strong. At least here, Zhu Moye could feel the Bullhead's strength, which was a huge impact force. It was much stronger than the so-called pig monster, and Zhu Moye felt a strong sense of wildness from this Bullhead monster.

This breath cannot be wrong. These days, Zhu Moye has been trying hard to mobilize the wild energy in order to accurately locate the position. He even hopes that by bringing out that strand of wild energy, he may be able to heal Mo Ling and let her live at least one more day.

Of course, all of this was just wishful thinking and nothing happened.

But now that the bull demon had rushed over, Zhu Moye, furious, suddenly moved for no apparent reason. This bull demon was filled with the aura of the wilderness. If he killed it, wouldn't he be able to eat beef imbued with the aura of the wilderness?

Then there should be some benefits for Mo Ling, right?

"Bull demon, you are seeking death." Zhu Moye put Mo Ling on the ground, carefully placed him, shouted, and rushed towards the bull demon.

This time, he was just trying to eat meat, so Zhu Moye didn't have so many concerns. He swung out the dragon spear. Although it had no magic power, its momentum was so unstoppable that it penetrated the space and stirred up waves in the space.

The bull demon has considerable magical powers, of course, compared to the current Zhu Moye. In itself, the bull demon now has the cultivation level of a celestial being and can fly into the sky and hide underground.