The son-in-law who has returned for thousands of years

He was right.

The master behind him stopped chasing for some reason, and the sound of the collision of spiritual energy became farther and farther away until it was inaudible.

Calm was restored in the mountains and forests.

Sweat dried and stuck to his body, and a slight chill came over his heart, Xu Ping shivered involuntarily.

Yu Jue melted in his stomach, and the only prize left for tonight was the demon crystal in his hand.

He wasn't very sad, just scared for a while.

It's like dancing on the tip of a knife, whether it's shooting the demon or fleeing afterward, as long as one is not careful, it will end in death.

He can live up to now, even if God opens his eyes, he dare not ask for more.

After climbing over the barbed wire, Xu Ping found his bicycle and rode towards the city.

The strain on his legs and feet was more serious than expected. Every time he stepped on the pedals, his feet felt a sharp pain. It seemed that he would have to rest for at least a few days.

It was already the early morning of the second day, and the streets were empty. In the quiet night, only the dim street lights were silently fighting against the night.

Xu Ping felt an unprecedented relaxation. After wandering on the edge of life and death for a while, the originally unaesthetic buildings were so cute.

Survival is the most beautiful word in the world.

Back in the Ziweiyuan villa, Xu Ping locked his bicycle to the water pipe outside the villa, and dragged his exhausted body upstairs.

Opening the door of his room and smelling the jasmine scent of the air freshener, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his muscles completely relaxed.

Xu Ping fell on his back on the bed, his whole body sank deeply into the mattress, he couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.

The mattresses in the villa were not comfortable, they were filled with low-quality wood slag and iron wire, and they always felt a little cramped when sleeping, but Xu Ping felt like he was lying on the soft Simmons at this time.

After not resting for long, Xu Ping raised his right hand in front of his eyes, with a worried expression on his face.

From the moment he swallowed Yu Jue, his right palm began to heat up, and the temperature continued to rise, and now it has reached an unbearable level.

"what is this……"

A white imprint appeared on the palm of his right hand, the size and shape of which was exactly the same as the swallowed jade, as if he had rubbed the jade on his palm.

Xu Ping raised his eyebrows, and just when he was about to take a closer look, a dazzling beam of light suddenly shot out from the imprint on his palm, shooting directly at his Tianling Gai!

He couldn't dodge it in time, and then a loud bell-like sound exploded in his head, shaking him limp on the bed, unconscious.

......

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Ping opened his eyes in a haze.

This is where?

Xu Ping gradually regained consciousness, shook his slightly painful head, and looked up to observe the surrounding environment.

Into the eye is a space of about [-] square meters, the boundary is covered by layers of white mist, it can't be seen clearly, and the ground is also covered by white mist, just like a fairyland.

Amidst the white mist, a black stone tablet stands in the middle, which is particularly conspicuous.

Xu Ping walked towards the stele and stopped cautiously one meter away from the stele.

The stone tablet is about one meter high, and it only reaches Xu Ping's waist. There is no writing on the body of the tablet, the whole body is pitch black, and the material is very special. There is a bowl-shaped groove on the top of the tablet.

Xu Ping frowned, reached into his trouser pocket, and held down the trembling demon crystal.

He just discovered that the closer he was to the stele, the faster the frequency of this demon crystal trembled, and now it almost jumped out of his pocket.