The white Taoist pagoda is divided into eighteen floors. If you observe carefully, you can see that the whole body of the pagoda is made of white bones, but it is as white as jade and has a sacred aura.
The Blue Demon King looked stern, facing the white tower falling from the sky, he directly shouldered it.
With a long roar, the mysterious lines on his blue skin glowed, and then a huge blue tree rose from the ground and swayed gently.
Wisps of mist swayed from the swaying branches and leaves, and there were ghosts wailing in it, and the sound of cries from all living beings could be heard, which was very strange.
The ancient white pagoda was majestic and heavy, pressing down with great force, but it was held up by the ancient blue trees and could not fall down.
Threads of blue mist drifted, shrouding the area around the ancient tree, and it seemed to form a small world, isolated from the outside world. The consciousness and mana of other people would be attracted and swallowed as soon as they got close.
"Is this a vision created by the Demonic Tree? The Blue Demons have great ideas..."
The great sage Huntuo who was at the head smiled and said.
There is a magic tree in the Blue Demon Abyss, which can devour the souls of living beings and can assist their clan in their cultivation. This is not a secret among all clans.
It's just that I've never seen anyone in Blue Demon Abyss use this kind of vision before, which shows that their development of this tree is becoming more and more mature.
Feng Jinghong also felt a little itchy in her heart. The tree in the Blue Demonic Abyss was indeed a strange species from heaven and earth. It could extend the life of people at Gai Jiuyou's level. The effect was almost as good as the elixir. Do you want to find a way to get it...
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"Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Souls!"
The Blue Demon King launched an attack, and countless transparent ghosts rushed out of the mist, wailing and roaring towards the old immortal. For a moment, there was a dark wind and resentment rising to the sky.
Although the Blue Demon King looked conceited, he had no reservations in taking action and did not underestimate his opponent at all.
After all, no one who has reached the realm of a Saint King has experienced hundreds of battles and cannot make such a low-level mistake.
The old man created a mana barrier, but found that these ghosts could actually swallow mana directly. The barrier was instantly eaten away by the dense ghosts, and then rushed towards him again.
And when he smashed a ghost with one palm, he found that it turned into mist and dissipated, but the same ghost flew out from the magic tree behind the Blue Demon King again.
Obviously, these things cannot be eliminated so easily.
With his black robe rolled up, the old immortal turned into a black shadow to dodge the attack. His speed was extremely fast, and when he moved, it was like an ink pen was painting in the space, leaving behind afterimages.
"Chi!" The dark death sword energy stabbed the Blue Demon King, but was melted by the blue mist around him. The area covered by the giant trees had completely become his domain, and external forces could not break through it at all.
Seeing that the ghost could not catch up with the old immortal, the Blue Demon King frowned and shouted softly: "Soul Song!"
Thousands of ghosts suddenly paused, and then the chaotic wailing sounds became rhythmic, gradually forming a unified frequency.
With the formation of this rhythm, the yin energy in the entire space suddenly increased, and it was freezing to the bone.
The space gradually became stagnant, Lao Immortal's speed was restricted, and he involuntarily slowed down. After discovering this situation, he stopped himself.
"What, you know you can't escape, do you want to admit defeat?" Blue Devil King asked.
The old man remained silent and responded to the provocation with practical actions.
Silently, a black river flowed out of the void, invisible, between the old immortal and the Blue Demon King.
A ghost rushed over, but fell into the river, and was immediately dissolved, never to appear again.
"Ancient vision - the Forgotten River!" Someone recognized the old immortal's method.
The Blue Demon King snorted coldly, and the ancient tree behind him rustled, and the trunk lit up with blue light.
More ghosts flew out from it, and rushed towards Lao Immortal like they were covering the sky. Although none of them could fly across the Wangchuan River, Lao Immortal's resistance became increasingly difficult.
"Let's see how long you can last!" Blue Devil King's expression was sinister.
Seeing that there were more and more ghosts, and the Wangchuan River was almost unstoppable, the old immortal suddenly showed off his robe and said in a deep voice:
"Naihe Bridge on the Forgotten River!"
The black robe fell off his body, slowly floated out, and turned into a black bridge that was built over the River Styx, stabilizing the crumbling river.
The Blue Demon King stared at the black robe that turned into a bridge with an ugly expression: "The Great Sacred Artifact!"
The old man still didn't respond to him, he just resisted silently.
Without the cover of his black robe, he finally revealed his appearance in front of others.
This is a tall and burly old man with silver hair, but his face is a bit strange, half of it is a healthy bronze color, while the other half is as dry as a skeleton, which looks a bit scary.
However, the people present were all monks, so they were only slightly surprised when they saw his appearance and didn't pay much attention.
Even after using the vision, it was still blocked. The Blue Demon King looked a little confused and launched another wave of attacks.
His energy and blood boiled, and the lines on his skin became brighter and brighter. The blue mist around him flowed, turning into a soul-force wind and blowing towards the Immortal River Styx. Suddenly, the river that had just stabilized was once again turbulent.
The old immortal's terrifying face showed no expression. He waved his hand and placed the white bone tower on the side of the river close to him, and said in a deep voice:
"Eighteen hells suppress Netherworld!"
The turbulent River Styx stabilized again, and no matter how hard the Blue Demon King attacked, he could not break through. The two sides were in a stalemate.
"This human race is so strong, even the Blue Demon King can't defeat him!"
"It is truly remarkable to defeat immortals across borders without being defeated!"
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Listening to the many voices of discussion, the Blue Devil King felt his face burning up.
Everyone likes to see things like the weak defeating the strong and going against the will to conquer the immortals, but if the person who goes against the odds becomes you, then no one will be happy.
A stern look flashed in the Blue Demon King's eyes, and the ghosts and mist in the sky gathered together, transforming into his own appearance, standing thousands of feet high, towering over the sky and the earth.
Then he let out a sharp roar and rushed straight towards the old immortal on the other side of the Wangchuan River.
"Bang!" The black waves surged into the sky, the Naihe Bridge collapsed, and the ancient pagoda flew across the sky.
The vision ruptured, and the old man spurted out a mouthful of blood. His whole body was covered with tears. The human representatives looked worried.
The Blue Demon King also felt uncomfortable. This was a soul attack. His spirit was severely damaged by the shock, and his breath was instantly weakened.
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But neither of them had any intention of giving up. The Blue Devils were called the fierce clan, and their bellicosity and cruelty were engraved in their bones. What's more, the Blue Devil King relied on his high level, and he would never allow himself to lose.
And Lao Immortal has already decided to die since he came here. In this battle, he must show the prestige of the human race, and for this, he will not hesitate to risk his life!
Just when the two were about to fight for their lives, Feng Jinghong's indifferent voice came:
"That's enough, that's it!"
"Your Highness?" Everyone in the ancient human race looked at him in confusion.
Feng Jinghong said calmly: "The purpose of this conference is peace talks, not killing. Gu Tianshu is dead, and the matter in the Valley of the Spirits ends here!"
"But..." The Blue Demon King wanted to say something more, but when he met Feng Jinghong's cold eyes, he could only swallow the rest of his words:
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Feng Jinghong continued: "As for the land issue, each tribe will rely on its own abilities, and the strong will live there!"
As soon as these words came out, the ancient tribe was excited and the human race was in despair.
"But!" Feng Jinghong's last words came: "I don't want anyone to kill innocent people indiscriminately. If one party takes the initiative to retreat, the other party must not kill indiscriminately again!"
"Follow the Emperor's order!"
The human race breathed a sigh of relief, and no one from the ancient race objected. This was a result acceptable to both sides.
Feng Jinghong was a little disappointed when she saw that the Great Emperor's family and the Holy Lands had not come forward from the beginning to the end.
In fact, based on their background, if they were to let out a fight, they would not be much weaker than the ancient tribe, but they remained silent.
Just watching the old man desperately trying his best!
The gap between individual human beings is really too big. Those who are kind and great are enough to be admired by all beings, while those who are despicable and shameless are really disgusting.
That's it! Feng Jinghong sighed in her heart.
He only fights for territory and does not cause killing. This is his agreement with Gai Jiuyou, and it is also his last kindness to the human race!