The first thousand two hundred and thirty-eight chapters dark tide
Boundless sea of demons.
Since the Broken Demonic City was destroyed and could not be rebuilt at all, the Purifying Lotus Fire is still burning brightly in the Demonic City, as if it will never go out. Thousands of monsters can only find another location to build the Demonic City again.
This undoubtedly made the demons extremely angry and angry, and they wished they could kill him in the Three Thousand Realms and let Liu Qinghuan pull him out and cut his body into pieces.
At this time, Moyunya standing on the edge of the Demon Sea became a huge obstacle blocking their progress. In order to prevent the monsters from retaliating and invading, Moyunya's army of monks has been increasing in number, and their defense is even stronger than before.
But what is surprising is that after several attempts and being unable to break through, the monsters gradually fell silent again, as if they gave up revenge for the destruction of the Demon City and focused all their energy on rebuilding the Demon City.
In the deepest part of the Demonic Sea, in an abyss that never sees the light of day all year round, there are no less than a thousand low-level monsters coming and going. They are either carrying huge rocks on their backs or digging into mountains, and they appear to be very busy.
Shezu stood on a high place, looked down and sighed: "It will take hundreds of years to build the new city to the size of the old capital. Our losses this time are really incalculable."
There was a sneer from beside him, and Cizu said with an indifferent expression: "There is no need to exaggerate like this. I don't believe you don't usually carry all your wealth with you. It's just a city, and you can just build it after it's gone. As for those low-level monsters,
No matter how many deaths there are, it doesn’t matter, as long as the evil in the world exists, the demonic realm will last forever.”
He turned his head, put aside the conversation, and asked: "Isn't there any news about those two guys, Sadness and Joy? They were very sneaky when they left the Demon Sea a few years ago, as if they were afraid of revealing their whereabouts!"
Shezu shook his head and said: "I don't know, I haven't been able to contact him."
Cizu snorted coldly: "When we need them, we can't even see them. If they weren't here, why would we be so passive now!"
"Maybe they are trapped somewhere. Otherwise, they would not have rushed back after hearing the news that the Magic City was destroyed."
"I think he died somewhere!" Cizu said bluntly.
She Zu said: "Your tone is still not smooth yet? By the way, how is that person's cultivation? The prison that sealed your demonic source has been broken. I guess it is not far away that he will become your demon puppet."
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Speaking of this, Cizu's face became even more gloomy: "No. His legal body is a bit weird. The demonic energy corrodes the legal body and meridians very slowly, and he seems to have practiced the art of spiritual consciousness to prevent the invasion of demonic sources.
The sea of consciousness and its willpower are stronger than I expected. Recently, I even feel that my connection with the source of demons is getting less and less..."
Shezu glanced at him and swallowed his questioning words.
"Okay, but if you are a cultivator alone, there are many opportunities to clean up. Now our top priority is to find such a thing. Although we have temporarily dismissed the prying eyes of human cultivators under the pretext of building a new demon city, it is difficult to say when they will react."
Cizu lowered his head and looked at the busy low-level monsters below, with a fierce and bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes.
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Thousand lusters.
The Demon Forging True Thunder Pond is extremely different from other thunder ponds. You can hardly see the thunder falling across the sky, but the power and aura it exudes makes people even more timid and dare not approach it.
However, there is really not much room for Liu Qinghuan to choose. There is very little information about the source of demons in the world of immortality. Even Banshan Academy has few records. Now he can only hope that the Demon Forged True Thunder Pond can restrain him.
As soon as I stepped into the Thunder Pond, the calmness was immediately broken. The surface of the pond, which was as clear as clear water, returned to its true appearance. Countless rays of lightning were moving in unison, like thousands of snakes swimming away, and there was a loud roaring sound.
Before Liu Qinghuan could react, he saw a thin crack in the sky, and there seemed to be a flash of white light. Although there was no sound, it was like a thunder exploded in his ears. The next moment, he felt numb all over his body. After the numbness passed, he felt numb again.
It was unbearable pain that hit me suddenly!
Liu Qinghuan staggered and almost fell over. His body was shaking violently uncontrollably. The green-gold light condensed from his immortal body was scattered, and was replaced by invisible and colorless thunder.
Suddenly, my heart became empty, all distracting thoughts and evil thoughts disappeared, as if they were all struck by this lightning. My mood was unprecedentedly clear, but I also felt more clearly the pain of my body on the verge of collapse.
The elephant is invisible, the sound is loud, and the forged demon's true thunder is so terrifying!
There were streaks of blood on Liu Qinghuan's green clothes, which were caused by his body being unable to withstand the power of thunder and breaking apart. He moved to the center of the pool with difficulty and sat down. The green-gold light reappeared, but the next true thunder struck down again.
Relying on his immortal body and the powerful recovery ability of the Aoki Holy Body, Liu Qinghuan endured one thunder after another in the thunder pool. When he couldn't hold it any longer, he ducked back to the Songxi Cave Sky Map to take a breather.
Go and see Mu Yinyin.
The flame that Mu Yinyin turned into had been placed in the secret room inside the map on his way to Qianguangguang. However, after many days, the flame did not change at all.
The little phoenix figure in the fire was still curled up into a ball, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep. Except for the occasional change of posture, there was no other movement.
Liu Qinghuan didn't know how long it would take for the Phoenix clan to reach nirvana, nor how to help Mu Yinyin. He could only wait silently for the day when the other party would wake up.
The days passed slowly with such waiting and being constantly bombarded by thunder. The demonic source in the body still jumped out to cause trouble at first, but as time passed, it appeared less and less, and it was unknown that it was blown away by the real thunder of the forged demon.
, or lurked again.
However, the source of the devil is still there, and Liu Qinghuan has no plans to leave Qianguangze in the near future. Although it is extremely painful to be struck by lightning, he can cultivate immortality by the way, so it is not a waste of time.
Occasionally, Hong Guang would come to the door and exchange his cultivation experiences, as well as chatting about news from the outside world.
Liu Qinghuan smiled lightly and said: "Didn't fellow Taoist go to Qianguang City recently? Could it be that you got some news?"
"Most of the thunder pools in the depths of Qianguang are vacant. Now it's just you and me. It's a bit lonely." Hong Guang sighed with emotion before saying: "There has been nothing new recently. It's so far away from the Battle of Mingshan.
It's been a while since the season ended, and the excitement has passed, but there's nothing left to talk about."
Liu Qinghuan had not had time to understand the results of the war season, so he asked: "In the last war season, which side, Qingming or Jiuyou, had the upper hand?"
Hong Guang shook his head: "I'm afraid those major cultivators in Jiutian Yunxiao are not very satisfied. This time, Jiuyou's side is slightly better, and Xiaojie got a few more points."
Liu Qinghuan knew that it was probably more than just a few people. They were so light-hearted and powerless to do anything about such a major matter that affected the two forces in the entire world of immortality. He simply said: "Victory or defeat is a common matter for military strategists. This happens at the same time, and we will see it again in the next war season."
That’s hard work.”
Hong Guang smiled and said: "There are still at least a few hundred years before the next war season. By then, fellow Taoists should have reached Mahayana. The time is just right, and we can enter the Mingshan battle area to seize the opportunity."