Two days later, a group of people passed by this place and slowly headed towards the depths of the wild forest.
A cursory scan revealed nearly 3,000 people.
These people seemed to be under some kind of control, like those exiled refugees in the secular world. They were driven forward by the disciples of the Holy Demon Sect wearing the same clothes. Most of these people were disciples in the Qi Refining Stage. They were in the Foundation Establishment Period.
None of the above.
Perhaps because of the terrible torture during this period, most people looked numb and were in ragged clothes. Some were even half-clothed. Many practitioners who used to be from the same sect gathered together with each other, but because the spiritual power in their bodies was blocked,
, the surrounding Holy Demon Sect disciples didn’t care much either.
Quietly looking at the scene in front of him, Kong Laosan's face was extremely calm, "Do you really want to go?"
After a moment, Jiang Li'er said something softly to the side, and Jiang Li'er just nodded without speaking, but the look on her face was extremely determined.
"Let's get out of here first. When the place becomes chaotic later, we'll take the opportunity to sneak in."
Seeing this, Kong Laosan didn't say anything more and walked away with Jiang Li'er.
Two hours later, when the team passed a mountain col, bursts of black mist suddenly blew up around them. In just three breaths, the originally clear surroundings were completely covered by black mist. There was no trace of this black mist.
How strange, it contained extremely strong and vicious power. As soon as they fell into it, the power of spiritual thoughts was cut off by a powerful force, and the whole team was completely in chaos.
"Hmph, there really are people who don't know how to live or die. It seems that I guessed right. The devil's cubs were indeed involved. But since they are here this time, don't even think about leaving."
Just as the black mist was surging, a measuring voice suddenly sounded. At the same time, the shadow flickered, and the stream of light had broken through the black mist and stood in the void.
"Is it you? I let you go, but I didn't expect you to dare to come!"
Seeing Kong Fei, the figure in the void frowned unconsciously, and his tone was full of murderous intent. Kong Fei naturally recognized that the Jin Dan Patriarch in front of him was the one who had briefly fought when he saved Jiang Li'er.
One person.
"It's useless to talk anymore, take action!"
Kong Fei spoke softly, and as the voice fell, a faint light flashed in his eyes. As he waved his palms gently, the true demonic energy floating around the void quickly gathered, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge black palm print.
He unceremoniously used his hood to cover the visitor.
"snort!"
Seeing Kong Fei taking the lead, there was a hint of violence in the figure's eyes. Not long after, there were roars above the black mist, and the spiritual energy of the world was thrown into chaos. The cultivator who originally wanted to investigate felt
Seeing the violent fluctuations of spiritual power around him, he suppressed his thoughts and held up his spiritual soldiers to protect him from being affected by the spiritual power splashing around him.
I don’t know how long it took before everyone realized that the surroundings were calm.
At this time, the black mist that originally dispersed around gradually dissipated. At the same time, the two people fighting in the void had already disappeared.
The entire team suddenly became chaotic. Countless cultivators were whispering to each other, trying to get some information from each other. Even the disciples of the Holy Demon Sect were at a loss as to what to do and the buzz was loud.
However, this situation did not last long. Someone in the team seemed to suppress the restlessness. After a while, the entire team slowly moved forward again.
But no one noticed that two men and one woman had appeared in the team at some point. They were Kong Laosan, Wen Hao, and Jiang Lier in disguise.
Two hours later, Kong Laosan, who was moving forward with the crowd, slightly frowned without any trace, but did not say anything. After about a stick of incense, a stream of light came rushing from a distance, Hua Hua.
The light faded and he transformed into a man in his thirties, who was the Jin Dan Patriarch who chased him out.
At this moment, the ancestor had no unnecessary expression on his face. He just glanced at the team behind him and didn't care.
Two months later, the team had reached the depths of the deserted forest. The original green trees around them had long since disappeared, and were replaced by countless low, dark shrubs.
Surrounded by mountains and rocks, continuous ravines, and crisscrossing winds, it looks like an uncivilized wilderness.
Everyone in the Holy Demon Sect seems to have become accustomed to this place, driving everyone towards the depths.
Kong Laosan, who was now mixed in the team, was also in ragged clothes and looked dishonest. He was just constantly looking at his surroundings with his spiritual thoughts surging.
Two days later, the team came to an unusually steep valley. The surrounding rocks were steep and as far as the eye could see, they were as high as a hundred feet. When his spiritual thoughts swept across them, Kong Laosan's heart moved slightly. The surrounding mountain walls were covered with some inexplicable and weird force.
Covered by power, even the power of divine thoughts cannot detect any information.
In the time it took to make a cup of tea, dozens of tiger-like roars rose up from the valley. Under the exploration of Kong Laosan’s spiritual thoughts, the strange power originally attached to the mountain wall had disappeared without knowing when.
Suddenly, a huge shadow with two wings flew out of the valley.
"This is... the Biao clan?"
Seeing these monsters, Kong Laosan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he murmured unconsciously. The appearance of these monsters in front of him was exactly the same as the phantom of the talisman used by the woman in red skirt in Jicheng.
The Biao clan, a tiger-headed lin, has two wings on its ribs and a single horn on its forehead. It is the top clan among the demon clan. It is said that it bears the blood of the ancient demon "Roar". Although it is now weak and cannot compete with those tyrannical demon clan, it still has the potential of the clan.
But there is no doubt about it.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Leng, I didn't expect you to come to our Xiao Valley in person. You are really a rare visitor. I am disappointed to welcome you from afar, so I hope Fellow Daoist will not be surprised."
The rough and slightly hoarse voice sounded like thunder in my ears,
At the same time, a tall shadow about three feet in size hit the ground like a cannonball.
Seeing the figure in front of him, the middle-aged man surnamed Leng wrinkled his brows without any trace, and soon returned to his usual expressionless expression, "Ancestor ordered Leng to come from now on. Seeing how the Demon King looks now, I think I will break through soon."
The bottleneck has reached the realm of the demon infant, right?"
Facing the ninth-level demon king in front of him, who was equivalent to the late-stage human race's golden elixir, the middle-aged man surnamed Leng remained neither cold nor indifferent, and his tone was not polite at all.
The demon king tiger-man in front of him has two wings growing out of his ribs, the horn on his forehead has not yet melted away, and there are still many scales on his upper skin and between his arms, making him look a bit nondescript.
"Hahahaha, Xiao has been trapped in this situation for more than two hundred years. It is not easy to break through. The demon clan is not as blessed by heaven as your human clan. The path of cultivation is extremely difficult. Now apart from me, there are only a few left in the clan.
It's useless, I'm afraid that in a hundred years, our Biao clan will be wiped out!"
The Xiao Demon King said, with a rare hint of loneliness in his tone, but then he calmed down and glanced around the team with a pair of purple pupils, but he let out a light sigh and frowned, "This time the number is
Why is there so much less than before? You must have remembered the one hundred thousand cultivators that you agreed with your Holy Demon Sect, right?"
At this point, the originally peaceful atmosphere was instantly broken. The Xiao Demon King's voice deepened, the pressure around him increased sharply, and even the free spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the surrounding space became violent.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man surnamed Leng frowned, but he still explained patiently, "Of course we, the Holy Demon Sect, will not break our promises, but we also have difficulties. The nearby human race gathering place Qiqi has been wiped out.
Eighty-eight, we are no longer tolerated by the human race, and the pressure is not small. Now Leng is here to discuss with the Demon King. In a month at most, the remaining three thousand cultivators will definitely be sent. Of course, if
When the Demon King insisted on refusing to give up, Leng had no choice but to return to the sect and invite our Saint Demon Ancestor to come here and talk to the Demon King in person."
Hearing what the middle-aged man surnamed Leng said, the originally tense atmosphere instantly reconciled. King Xiao Yao laughed loudly, "Of course, since we have been waiting for so many years, there is no harm in waiting for more than a month, but I will give you another month at most.
At that time, if there are any mistakes again, it will not be blamed on me for breaking my promise."
"It's natural!"
Seeing Demon King Xiao agree, the middle-aged man surnamed Leng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Just as he was about to say goodbye and leave, before he could speak, a sound of testing came from the valley, "Brother Xiao, we are the last batch of human cultivators."
Has it been delivered?”
As the voice fell, an old human race man with an old face flew out of the valley.
Kong Laosan heard this familiar voice and subconsciously looked towards the figure. When he saw the figure's face clearly, an uncontrollable murderous intention suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.