In an instant, the sky became turbulent, and ancient and jerky chants suddenly sounded along the lake.
There is a piece of gorgeous and bright petals, rolling and falling like butterfly wings, and dotted on the calm lake in full view.
Wave~
The sound was as weak as foam, causing fine ripples that slowly spread out.
Immediately afterwards, endless splendid flower knives rose out of thin air, rushing in all directions, revealing sharp and bright blades, sweeping up the group of demons and slaughtering them crazily.
The light of the sword is dark and bright, the brilliance is cold and cold, shining in Pan Yu's eyes.
His expression suddenly changed, and he stepped back continuously. A majestic and thick shadow of a giant elephant appeared behind him. He struggled to hold on in the wave of flower swords, and exclaimed with a slightly hoarse voice: "Senior Hongyu, what are you doing?
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The tattered moth wings waved gently, scattering a large amount of erratic scale powder. Manjusri's expression was as calm as water. He looked at Pan Yu who was struggling to support himself and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
Keng!
The roar that resounded through the sky was loud, like broken gold and stone, and the brilliant sword light surged continuously.
With a flick of Manjusri's finger, the colorful ocean of fallen flowers surged upstream, gathering into a majestic tornado and quickly cutting it, tearing the mighty and powerful elephant shadow directly into debris like a mirror, a flower in the water, and the moon.
Pan Yu was horrified when he saw this. He activated his spells repeatedly and rushed through the waves, trying his best to resist the terrifying attack.
He is the leader of the tribe and is proficient in physical cultivation. He rose rapidly in this chaos in the North and Underworld and became a lucky man with infinite glory. His combat power is many times higher than before.
However, under Manjusri's killing methods, Pan Ping's proud body melted as quickly as ice and snow.
He kept activating his spells to resist the all-pervasive and sharp swords. He felt like a duckweed struggling to support himself in the stormy waves.
Forty percent of the monsters watching the battlefield were swallowed up by the sea of flowers and scattered into sticky pieces.
Pan Yu's body was dripping with blood, and the wounds were full of colors, surging crazily and spreading towards his body.
These seemingly delicate petals are as hard as gold and stone when touched, ruthlessly tearing apart flesh and blood.
"Senior Hongyu, you are too overbearing. You would kill all the former Pao Ze for the treasure!" Pan Yu was filled with fear and couldn't help but yelled loudly.
"Senior Hongyu, we haven't done anything. Please don't bring disaster to Chiyu."
"It's all that damn Pan Yu's fault. He's so greedy that he's dragging us down now."
"Oh my god, who can save me, no!
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Manjusri's cruelty and tyranny directly put the demons to death, but the opponent's strength and methods made it difficult for them to resist. They could only beg for mercy in order to gain a way out.
"Haha, it's really ridiculous." Manjusri looked down at the group of demons with great interest.
"Pan Yu is right. We are working together to achieve a great cause. We should help each other and support each other. It just so happens that I am short of resources right now. Now use your inheritance to help the friendly forces."
After saying that, Manjusri's eyes were cold, his spiritual energy surged, and the colorful flowers exploded.
A violent explosion spread out along the sea of flowers, and before the demons could even plead, they were all slaughtered by the lake.
Pan Ping was covered in wounds and lying on the ground with a dying breath. His eyes were full of pleading. He looked at Manjusri who was slowly approaching and begged for mercy tremblingly.
"Senior Hongyu, this junior is blinded by lard..."
Bang!
With his head shattered, Manjusri rolled up all the loot and left the lake without any nostalgia.
As we get closer and closer to the palace, the resources and beasts we encounter become more and more cherished.
Manjusri flapped his wings and flew high, continuing to force his way towards the palace area, not stopping for any waves on the way.
Time is running out. If you want to join the Demon Court reenactment, you must reach the entrance smoothly before the palace door opens.
At this time, the sky of the Demon Court was filled with brilliant and speeding light, and all the great demons with great ambitions tried their best to use their escape methods to move forward.
The palaces are the center of the secret realm of the Demon Court, and they are also the essence of the countless glorious guilds of the Demon Clan in the past.
These towering palaces are the inheritance places of countless great sages, inheriting their most glorious peak era.
The battle back then was so brutal that it is impossible to find out how many powerful demon clan men died, but there were at least six hundred in the Great Sage's Palace hidden in the secret realm of the Demon Court.
These great sages are all strong men in a certain field. They are unparalleled in the familiar avenue, and they are unique and very different.
The brave and fearless heroic moves, the clever and changeable Tushan, the resourceful Fuxi, the quiet and inactive Shang Yang...
As the number of reenactments of the Demon Court continues to increase, the inheritance of the Great Sage hidden in the depths of the Demon Court has been unearthed by the demons one after another. While countless rookie geniuses have become famous, the deeds of the strong men in the past have once again appeared in the world.
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Manjusri narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the endless bustling palaces, and the figures of several strong men flashed in his heart.
"The demon clan has always worked together, and it is difficult for news to penetrate, especially this kind of secret related to the glory of the past. The news heard in the past life are all widely circulated phrases. There is no way to check the reference value.
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"However, whether it's catching wind and shadows or exaggerating, I can find some faint light in the dark space."
The tattered butterfly wings turned into flying ash, scattered across the vast sky and earth.
At the entrance of the palace, Manjusri slowly descended, and his red robe moved automatically in the wind, making him look like a god general appearing in the world.
At this time, the number of demons gathered here numbered 20,000. When He Zidu first entered the demon court, the continuous black clouds pressing down on the city were completely different.
This is expected.
Thirty percent of the disappeared demons knew that they had low qualifications and strength and voluntarily gave up the fight for the core area. Almost all the remaining ones fell into the fight and were swallowed up by the reality of the jungle.
But now, the group of monsters that appear at the entrance safely and unharmed are either strong men with special skills or cruel and cruel murderers.
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Suddenly, hearty laughter came from the distance, and Zidu, wearing red sleeves, Xuanhe and other powerful spiritual beings, headed towards Manjusri to greet him.
"Hahaha, senior Hongyu has indeed arrived. I have been waiting here for a long time."
Manjusri hurriedly greeted him, the smile on his face was like a cluster of flowers, and the wrinkles were crowded.
There were a large number of monsters present, but only Zidu could enter the palace. He was a direct bloodline of Beiming and was the temporary person in charge of the operation of the Demon Court.
When thinking about breaking through many obstacles and obtaining the inheritance of the great sages of the past in the palace, Zidu is the most critical key.
The precious light is transpiring, and the auspicious clouds are misty.
At this time, the veil on the periphery of the palace was finally wiped away by the mighty force of heaven and earth, and the hazy and illusive building was finally formed by staring in the bubble.
The majestic palace, with its carved beams and painted buildings, is like a giant beast emerging from the void, steadily appearing in front of the group of monsters.
Blue wood, red edges, demonic writing.
Yujingyuan!
If you look down from the sky, you will find that the shape of Yujing Garden is like a sucking swallow waiting to be fed, and it is filled with plum blossoms blooming wantonly.
Its position is at the very front of the palace, like an arrow flying out but missing its head.
"The Yunshan Mountains have been covered in mist for thousands of years, and there is no hope of seeing Yujing coming from afar. This should be the tomb of Senior Hanshuang."
"It is said that every time the Demon Court performs again, the palace will be activated immediately. I didn't expect it to be so magical."
"The plum blossoms have such an elegant charm, like a spring rain and cold wave, or filled with ice and snow. If my guess is correct, the ones planted inside should be spring green plums."
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The group of demons present were all experienced people, and in just a few words, they revealed the mystery of Yujing Garden.
Zidu's eyes were deep, and he stretched out his hands solemnly, and dots of red and blue starlight flickered on his fingertips, filling the air like smoke.
Being able to encounter the ultimate majestic blood energy rushing towards the face, Jiuying's unique true meaning of water and fire instantly filled the hearts of the demons.
Creak~
The jerky and ancient turning sound sounded loudly, and the thick and heavy door was slowly pushed open by the mighty force of heaven and earth.
The passage of time and era has not left any traces in this elegant palace, but as soon as a small crack is opened, the delicious smell permeates the air.
Looking inside along the gradually expanding gap, you can see the lush green spring scenery.
Zidu sighed thoughtfully, and then strode into the palace, followed closely by Manjusri and other great demons.
This is an endless sea of green plum blossoms.
Although in the sky of Demon Court, the sun star is like a blazing fire, lasting for a long time, blooming with dazzling brilliance.
But when you walk into the palace, all the domineering and gorgeous light is extinguished, leaving only the cold and bright lamps.
The green plum blossoms are huge and full, swaying slightly, like waves rising and falling, rushing endlessly.
The feet are not fertile and dark soil, but hard and cold ice crystals that continue to exude chills.
Zidu looked at the sky with deep eyes, as if remembering some ancient memories.
"Hanshuang is a sage who practiced ikebana. She is good at dancing and has a quick mind. She is the confidant of the Great Shang Yang. Although she is not good at fighting, she is good at handling internal affairs."
"According to the records in our Nine Infant Clan, this endless sea of green plum trees should be the famous stunt of the Great Sage Frost, Chunhui."
Hiss~
Hearing this, Hongxiu, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but frown.
Although several Yuanhui have fallen, the reputation of the Great Sage Frost is still as strong as today.
In the final battle of the Lich Tribulation, Hanshuang did not place all the inheritance within the Demon Court, but scattered tens of thousands of them and left them in the wilderness.
Perhaps in the cracks in the deep mountains and old forests, or in the shells of rivers, lakes and seas, there may be hidden the seeds of the spring jade plum, as well as the inheritance of the skills practiced by Han Shuang.
The green plum seeds store the remnant soul of the Great Sage Frost. If it is picked up by a living creature with cultivation level, it can be crushed with a snap of a finger, which is not a big deal.
But if it is ordinary flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals...
Those creatures with shallow blessings and sparse foundations can quickly awaken and become spirits with the power of Green Plum, thus becoming the incarnation of the Hanmei Great Sage and continuing to wander the wild world.
Because of this, even though this great sage has fallen for many years, he has not been forgotten by the ancients, but his reputation has only grown.
Thinking of this, the pressure in Hongxiu's heart skyrocketed.