A strange soul wave flashed across Shen Lang's body, as if something had woken up.

But Shen Lang did not show any joy, as if he had not noticed that breath and continued to think about his own affairs.

He thought that this place is far away from the mainland and across the vast sea is a place that people cannot know. Since it is unknown, no one can find this place to save him.

He thought that the magic Taoist originated from a long history, spanning countless thousands of years. They were driven here from the mainland, and then entered the mainland from here. They even conquered the entire continent ten thousand years ago, ruled the mainland for thousands of years, and established a magic Taoist main hall in the Immortal and Demon Forest. It was not until five thousand years ago that they fell into decline again and were overthrown by the rising righteous sect.

Such a race that has experienced countless ups and downs forever, the ruthless and perseverance has probably been deeply rooted in the bones. The saint of the Demon Sect seems to be a weak woman, but since she can become a saint, even let Shura support her and obey her orders, she must be an extremely ambitious person.

And he was unlucky in the hands of this race and in the hands of such a woman. It seemed that no matter how he looked at it, there was no reason to be spared.

Feeling Shen Lang's sadness, a soul breath in his body trembled again, as if a shameless old man was hiding in the dark and laughing secretly.

"Why are you laughing at? Do you still have a conscience?" Shen Lang was speechless and said in a angrily voice to the awakened old demon.

The nameless old demon was a little embarrassed and pretended to be moved and said, "Ah! I didn't expect that I had been in seclusion for so long this time."

"Don't pretend, what are you going to keep a wisp of residual soul? It's obvious that you are deliberately hiding from me." Shen Lang said.

The nameless old demon was even more embarrassed and laughed: "It's nothing! I am indeed in seclusion and have already cultivated a kind of magical power!"

"What magical power?" Shen Lang asked.

The nameless old demon smiled mysteriously: "Well, keep it confidential for the time being."

"Then can you help me break the cage in front of me?" Shen Lang asked.

"Uh...it doesn't seem to be possible." The nameless old demon replied.

"If I could find a way to break the cage, can you help me break the large barrier that enveloped the entire Demonic Holy Land and take me across the ocean to return to the mainland?" Shen Lang asked again.

"This...it's still not possible." The old man Wuming smiled.

Shen Lang couldn't help but curse: "This is not possible, that is not possible, so what's the use of you?"

"Shan! Are you just worried that the people of the Demonic Way are not good for you? With me here, what are you going to be afraid of?" said the nameless old demon: "Whether it is the powerful person in the Shura Cave Void Realm of the Demonic Way on the Holy Mountain, or the high priest, the saint, etc., the old demon, I am their ancestor."

"But so what?" Shen Lang asked.

"How is it?" The old devil in the name snorted arrogantly and said, "Didn't I tell you when I was in the ancient tribe of the wilderness? Let's go to the holy mountain together, and then let you get a saint son or a candidate for the demon king. Let's first unify the demon path, then the right path, and travel all over the continent, we are the only ones!"

"Bah!" Shen Lang's head was covered in black lines and cursed bluntly: "You old guy is crazy? How many years have you been dead? Now it's just a wisp of soul. Why do you say that you can unify the devil's way? Those guys are not easy to fool, and may not give you face."

"Hey! Why do you always like to look at me?" said the old demon Wuming indignantly.

"Then have you ever worked as a powerful man in the cave realm now?" Shen Lang asked.

"Uh... can't beat it." The old demon in name said honestly.

"I believe you!" Shen Lang said speechlessly and angrily: "It was because I believed you and then took a step because of the unavoidable fate that I couldn't escape, and then sold myself in one step. It's really a bad thing to get involved with you, an unreliable guy."

"You can't say that. If the demon bones did not help you reshape your body, you would have died long ago. Now you say that you are going to kill me... Bah! No! You are destroying the bridge across the river." The nameless old demon said proudly: "You still dislike me, you know that the old demon I am immortal, you have been circulating on the continent for tens of thousands of years, and you have been known as the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons. How much is that..."

"Hey hey! Stop!" Seeing that the old demon was about to mention the heroic deeds of that year, Shen Lang quickly stopped him and chuckled, "I'll ask the last question."

"What's the problem?" asked the old demon.

"Have you heard of an idiom?" Shen Lang remembered an idiom left by Leng Yanji, but thought of another idiom specifically targeting the old demon.

"What idiom?" The nameless old demon became even more confused.

"That idiom is called..." Shen Lang showed a bad smile and said word by word: "The unknown little man."

"Not Named Little Master?" The old demon was stunned for a moment, and when he accurately understood Shen Lang's intention, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. If the soul could still vomit blood...

The nameless old demon has not known how many years he has been circulating in the continent, but in fact he has had a standard name. But after thousands of years, he has less and less concern in the world, and his temperament has become more and more unrestrained and unruly. He feels that everything in the world cannot represent his name, so he calls himself nameless.

However, such a satisfactory name that took ten thousand years to think of was directly used by Shen Lang as an unknown person with an idiom. How could he not be angry?

"Okay! You guys are so kind! Let's take a look. I can guarantee that you will regret it within a day!"

After saying this, the nameless old demon, who was so angry that he hid in the dark lotus again, never wanted to pay attention to this annoying guy.

Shen Lang was also happy to be quiet. Although he was in a cage, the surrounding environment was really good. Through the gaps in the cage railings, you could clearly see the scenery outside. This is a quiet courtyard, with white gardenias and bright crabapples blooming in the courtyard.

Occasionally, the faint fragrance of gardenia and the fragrance of crabapple flowers merged together, turning into a fascinating fragrance. One or two butterflies were flying among the flowers, as if they were also intoxicated by the wonderful fragrance of flowers.

At this time, warm sunlight spread across the cage on him, giving him a very comfortable feeling.

So, unknowingly, under the warm sunlight of flowers, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep, having a very beautiful dream.

And when he woke up from his dream, the sky was completely dark, the moon was hanging high, and the stars were covered with dark sky, and it was obviously late at night.

The reason why he suddenly woke up late at night was not because the Saint Leng Yanji came back from the Holy Mountain and woke him up and dealt with him.

Instead, a very shrill and painful scream suddenly came from the quiet night sky...
Chapter completed!