There is a mountain in the fairy world, named Corpse Mountain.
The mountain is 18,000 miles long, and its peaks are criss-crossed, and the blood energy reaches the sky.
The origin of Corpse Mountain comes from the battle between immortals and demons 30,000 years ago.
The battlefield at that time was divided into three major parts, namely the Saint-killing Valley, the Demon-Burying Mountain Range, and the Corpse Mountain in front of you where blood mist covered the flowing blood all year round.
Saint-killing Valley, as the name suggests, is the place where the semi-saints from the three realms fight against each other.
The Demon Buried Mountain Range is a confrontation between the immortal kings, immortal generals and demons led by a group of sages and their direct disciples.
As for the most inconspicuous mountain of corpses, most of those buried here were soldiers and generals who died in that battle.
Their corpses piled up like mountains, covering the steep mountains that stretched for 18,000 miles.
Under the long years of corrosion, the white bones turned into ashes and the blood melted into the rock surface. Eventually, this once vibrant mountain became lifeless within a few decades and was renamed Corpse Mountain by later practitioners of the immortal world.
The mountain of corpses was completely silent late at night, and not a single sound could be heard.
At this moment, eighteen black shadows squatted beside the dead tree at the foot of the mountain.
All of them were dressed in black and had their faces covered, and their auras were restrained.
Their cultivation levels are not high, the ones with the highest level are the sixth level True Immortal, and the ones with the lowest level are the Fourth level True Immortal.
Tall, short, fat and thin, some are male and some are female.
The male is strong and the female is tall.
They gathered together, with the dead tree as the center, discussing something in whispers.
"Remember, our target is Suning, the current Lord of Dragon and Phoenix, and a direct disciple of Wuchen Immortal Realm."
The burly man with a middle-grade Qiankun bag hanging on his waist said in a deep voice: "There is no return for this mission, so everyone should be prepared to die together."
"Don't even think about trying to survive, let alone trying to escape from the battlefield."
"Now that we are here, we will succeed or die. This is our duty as the dead soldiers of the Lu family, and it is a glorious moment to serve the family."
"Suning, he must be completely destroyed."
The sword-wielding woman with her hair tied behind her head chuckled and said, "Brother, this is not the first time we have come out to kill people. You don't need Luo Liba's nagging advice."
"Our lives were given by the Lu family, and it is natural to sacrifice for the family."
"Suning, huh, he is indeed a direct disciple, but when all his trump cards are exhausted, he is only a first-level true immortal."
"As long as the strong man on the top of the mountain can distract Qiao Hongpo, the 14th-level True Immortal, then the insignificant Lord of Dragon and Phoenix is not worth mentioning at all."
The man in black with pointed leather boots on his feet agreed in a rough voice: "Second sister is right, one is Qiao Hongpo, and the other is the demon dragon that Jiang Linan conquered back then."
"Damn it, the Great Demon Lord of the 18th level of the True Immortal can blow us to death with just a breath."
The burly man said with clear eyes, "No need to worry about this, someone will make arrangements in advance."
"Second sister, take the ninth, tenth, and eleventh elders to the east to set up formations. Don't give Suning a chance to escape."
"Third brother, take people to the west and keep them safe for me."
"Fourth brother, you go to the south..."
"Listen to my instructions and don't be impulsive or careless."
Five minutes later, the eighteen people dispersed in all directions, leaving only the burly man leading three people to continue squatting at the dead tree.
Above, in the torn void pressed by dark clouds, a lean old man holding a tortoise shell looked from afar, his eyes silent.
"The corpse mountain is the only way for you to return to the Wuchen Fairyland, and the place where I sit and wait, Old Turtle, is the shortest way for you to pass through the entire mountain range.
"Qiao Hongpo, you broke through to the fourteenth level of true immortal six hundred years before I did. In terms of the level of immortal power, I am definitely not as good as you."
"But it's not difficult to hold you back. Let alone half a stick of incense, it lasts ten days and a half. At our level, no one can do anything to anyone in a short period of time."
"Unless you really dare to risk your life with me and fight with your life."
"You have repaid Duan Ziqing's favor and indirectly helped me with something that worries me. Hey, it's a very good deal. I have no reason to refuse."
"so......"
His hands shook, and the black tortoise shell he was holding suddenly floated in the air.
