Soon time came one month later.

About hundreds of billions of kilometers northeast of the Dead Forest, there is a city called Beacon City.

Beacon City is not big, even on the map, it is also very inconspicuous, which makes the whole city not too lively, but this is also relative to the upper continent.

According to Yang Fan's approximate estimate, the number of creatures in the upper reaches of the continent exceeds hundreds of millions of billions, which shows how big the Celestial Realm is.

If converted to the earth, there are billions of people living in Shanghai.

"Brother Yang, is this a stronghold of the Demon Sect? Why is it so deserted?"

The lord looked curiously. There was not even a guard at the gate of the city. According to reason, a stronghold should be strictly guarded.

"Look at the scroll. It is indeed here. Go in first and talk about it."

Yang Fan looked down at the scroll in his hand. In a month's time, Yang Fan was basically here.

Entering the city, there are not many people on the street, wearing simple clothes, mostly poor monks or mortals, which is hard to see in other prosperous cities, which makes Yang Fan suddenly improve the image of the magic door.

From those mortals walking on the street without worry, and not afraid of the strength of those immortal monks, Yang Fan could feel that the city was peaceful.

It's just that as the attracting people entered the city, almost everyone's eyes looked over. From their eyes, Yang Fan saw the resistance, which was very unwelcome.

"This atmosphere is a bit wrong."

The preacher was vigilant around him, and there were many powerful men among the monks passing by.

"follow me."

As Yang Fan and others got deeper and deeper, more and more people noticed that some were eating, and even stopped observing.

Some are cleaning on the roof, seeing strangers, and even going down to observe carefully, it is very weird.

There are discussions from time to time around, all discussing the origins of Yang Fan and others.

"Arrived."

After tossing and turning in the City of Beacon for more than half an hour, Yang Fan finally came to the entrance of a small shop with only one floor. The gate was made of a few wooden boards, and the material was very ordinary. It is hard to imagine that this is the stronghold of the Magic Gate in the City of Beacon. .

"This is really the base of the magic door?"

Jian Wudi was dumbfounded, completely unlike what a top power should have.

"It's right here."

Yang Fan smiled and stepped directly into it, followed by others.

This shop is mainly engaged in the business of medicinal materials. The business is not tepid, and Yang Fan and his party come in. There are only two people in the shop, and they are not customers yet.

The corners of the preacher's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt deceived.

"How many guest officers do you need?"

As soon as the group of people entered the shop, a junior came up and greeted them with smiles.

At the counter behind him, there is a middle-aged man with a horoscope-shaped beard holding a pen and writing something.

"Find your boss."

Yang Fandao.

Hearing these words, the middle-aged man raised his head and looked over.

"What is the guest officer looking for?"

"We are going to the Nether."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, his face changed slightly, and his right hand secretly pressed a place under the counter.

boom!

The door of the shop closed, revealing a heavy stone gate, and a powerful formation enveloped Yang Fan and his party.

"Who are you? How did you know that you can go to the lower realm here?"

The middle-aged man's eyes became sharp, and an aura was released, and he actually reached the eighth level of the Taiyi Golden Fairyland, and the second person on the side also released his breath, and reached the third level of the Taiyi Golden Fairy.

Jian Wudi and the preacher opened their eyes wide, and couldn't believe that when there were so many Taiyi Golden Immortals, there would be two in any place.

Before the coercion of the two hit, Yang Fan had a scroll given by Guan Qinxuan in his hand.

Huh!

The scroll had just been taken out, and the two men's aura instantly converged, staring at the scroll, which had the exclusive logo of Momen on it, and the aura of Guanqinxuan, so it was certain that it was true.

The middle-aged man returned to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward, paying respectful salute to Yang Fan, bending over ninety degrees, not caring that Yang Fan's realm was lower than him.

"It turns out to be a distinguished guest of Miss San, please come with me."

A group of people followed the middle-aged people to the backyard of the shop and entered the backyard. Yang Fan and others discovered that there was a cave in this place.

The surrounding aura is at least dozens of times larger than the outside, and you can see that the aura has turned into a mist and enveloped the surroundings.

"here is?"

Yang Fan wondered.

"Several people, this is the stronghold of my magic gate. Only people with status in the magic gate can come in. Of course, a few of the three young ladies' tokens, who are the distinguished guests of my magic gate, can naturally also come in."

The entire backyard was enveloped by a powerful formation. Looking from the outside, nothing could be found, and the space inside was very large.

In the backyard, there is a large hall, which is made of stone as a whole, majestic and surging.

Entering the hall, there are dozens of tall pillars against the top of the hall, and some runes are carved on them.

"A few are here waiting for a while, I will ask the elders to come over, to go to the lower realm needs to open the big formation, I can't be the lord."

The middle-aged man nodded apologetically, then gestured to the guard on the side and disappeared.

"It's really good here."

Yuhun came to the seat next to him, sat down, swinging his legs at will, very comfortable.

"But, how can I say that the Demon Sect is also a top-level power, and it is not vague that it can be built in an outside stronghold."

The lord contacted and smiled, touching here, knocking there, and thought it was his home if he didn't know it.

Soon, several maids came with tea, and they smelled a scent before they arrived.

"It smells good."

Upon seeing this, the lord did not wait for the maid to pass it to him. He skipped the teacup and drank.

"I don't know the etiquette, the demon is the demon."

The preacher snorted coldly, and was about to sit down, when the lord showed his signature sneer and pinched with one hand.

In an instant, the preacher only felt a sharp pain coming from his buttocks. He jumped up conditionedly, and when he fixed his eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw a ten-centimeter-long wooden thorn growing out of the chair, which was strengthened by the law, otherwise it would not be possible to pierce the preacher's body.

Yang Fan was speechless, but he was a little curious about where the 10-centimeter wooden thorn pierced the preacher.

The preacher's cheeks flushed, and without even thinking about it, he directly released his big move to hit the donkey. Here, only the donkey can do such nasty things.

"Old man, he's so old, he can't hold his breath."

The lord smiled and opened his mouth, sucking fiercely, swallowing all the attacks of the preacher.

Just when the preacher wanted to do something, a man in a purple robe walked up, followed by a middle-aged man behind him.

Seeing the visitor, Yang Fan got up and arched his hands at the man in the purple robe.

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