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"You underestimated your opponent," Chang'e said plainly as she looked at the Kun Peng after Xiao Tian withdrew his sword energy.1
"I was indeed careless. I have always stayed in the Returning Ruins and haven't seen any experts from the outside world. My eyes have always been stuck on the battle for the Lich Realm." The Kun Peng nodded and did not deny that there was something wrong with its mentality.
Even if a saint were to lay their hands on him, he would be able to escape unscathed. When the Primordial Demon Clan Celestial Court was destroyed, he was able to protect the ruins of the Primordial Demon Clan Celestial Court and bring it back to the dust.
No matter how one looked at it, he had the right to be arrogant.
Until he met Xiao Tian, this monster!
"Forget it," the Kun Peng sighed and said helplessly. "Just treat it as going out to see the outside world and preparing to go against the heavens when the time comes."
With that, the Kun Peng looked at Xiao Tian and said seriously, "Fellow Taoist Xiao, please take me to see that little fox."
"Fellow Daoist, you don't need to arrange matters within the Returning Ruins?" Xiao Tian saw the decisiveness in Kun Peng's reply, and could not help but feel puzzled.
The Kun Peng was in charge of the Extreme Realm of Returning to the Ruins. If he left now, it would be hard for him to not be confused. It had to be known that when the Kun Peng left the mountain to teach the little fox, Hu Tu, it would take at least three to five months, or at most several decades.
For such a long period of time, without the Kun Peng watching over them, no one could guarantee what would happen.
"No need." The Kun Peng shook its head and laughed, "Although the ten demon sages of my Demon Clan Celestial Court died during the Lich Battle, they still left behind a trace of a remnant soul.
After spending many years cultivating in the dust, the top ten Demon Saints have almost recovered. Although they are still lacking compared to when they were at their peak, it's not a problem for them to return to the dust and prevent outsiders from invading. "
Xiao Tian didn't say anything after hearing the Kun Peng's words.
Since the Kun Peng had made the arrangements, there was no need for him to worry about others.
Xiao Tian nodded at the Kun Peng, then flew away along the way they came from. When the Kun Peng and Chang'e saw this, they exchanged a glance, then followed behind Xiao Tian and left the Returning Ruins …
Half a month later, on the Divine Continent of East Victory, the Proud Nation, and the Flowerfruit Mountain.
On the Flowerfruit Mountain, Xiao Tian was lying on top of a huge rock with a piece of grass in his mouth.
Not far away from him, the little fox Hu Tu was practicing a set of sword technique. Not far away from Hu Tu, the black robed Kun Peng was looking at Hu Tu with a straight face, continuously correcting her mistakes.
After finishing a set of sword technique with great difficulty, Hu Tu looked at Xiao Tian with a bitter face. He blinked his eyes and shouted in a low voice, "Master …"
"You don't have much use for me." Xiao Tian couldn't help but smile when he saw this. He shook his head and smiled. "Fellow Daoist Kun Peng is in charge of directing you during this period of time. You won't interfere."
Hu Tu's face immediately collapsed when he heard that.
When Xiao Tian had brought the roc back to Flowerfruit Mountain half a month ago, she had been rather happy. After all, she knew Demonic Master Kun Peng's reputation and had seen the roc with her own eyes.
For Xiao Tian to be able to invite the legendary Demon Master to personally instruct her on her cultivation, she only felt that she had really gotten lucky!
But now …
Hu Tu glanced at the expressionless Kun Peng and helplessly sighed. He then continued to demonstrate another set of sacred art that was imparted to her by the Kun Peng.
Hu Tu muttered something in a low voice while he made a hand sign.
However, perhaps due to the Kun Peng's majesty, Hu Tu muttered indistinctly. Neither Xiao Tian nor the Kun Peng could hear what Hu Tu was mumbling about.
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