This murderous intention came suddenly, but it filled my mind in just one breath. Even the originally clear eyes were stained with a layer of blood. Deep in my heart, an extremely violent mood spread, and I wanted to for no reason.
The urge to destroy everything.
"Uncle Master, what's wrong with you?"
Seemingly aware of Kong Laosan's abnormality, Jiang Lier's worried voice sounded quietly. The moment the irritability in his heart arose, Kong Laosan sensed something was wrong. After the souls were reunited, the people in Zi Mansion
The soul is much more condensed than before, and it also contains a strange power. In addition, this experience of the world usually does not cause major fluctuations in inner emotions. At this moment, if it were not for the negative force extending from the Dantian,
Kong Laosan has almost forgotten the existence of the Disillusionment Curse.
After taking two deep breaths and forcing himself to calm down, the rage, killing, and destruction that originally filled his mind slowly disappeared, but the murderous intent in his eyes did not recede at all.
At this moment, the figure seemed to be aware of it, and his extremely evil eyes swept across the crowd inadvertently. The moment the other person looked at the crowd, Kong Laosan had already retracted his gaze, and his aura had converged to the extreme, and the latter seemed to have something.
Scruples, the strength shown at this moment is only equivalent to the early stage of Jindan, and it is not at all as arrogant as the Yuanying old monster who downplayed and killed him with a sword.
"Uncle Master, do you know that person?"
Following Kong Laosan's gaze, Jiang Li'er seemed to notice something. She glanced at the thin, corpse-like old man at the entrance of the valley in the distance and asked softly.
"I know you. I almost died at his hands."
Kong Laosan said lightly, and then said no more, but more doubts arose in his mind. He didn't know why this old green zombie was here, and at the same time, a sense of urgency arose spontaneously.
"Brothers in green robes, you are here just in time. Let me introduce to you. This is Fellow Daoist Leng of the Holy Demon Sect. This should be your first meeting. Fellow Daoist Leng. This is my sworn brother, the Patriarch of Green Robe.
, you guys get to know each other.”
The Xiao Yao King said and started to introduce the two of them.
At the same time, the two of them also looked at each other. Considering that the old green zombie was at the Nascent Soul stage and deliberately concealed it, no one could notice anything unusual.
"Looking at the green-robed fellow Taoist, he must be from the human race, right? Why do you live here and associate with the demon race?"
The middle-aged man surnamed Leng was not polite and said directly in a cold voice. However, he realized that he had made a mistake as soon as he spoke. However, the arrogant man surnamed Leng naturally would not open his mouth to defend himself. Instead, he turned his head and did not look at the two people opposite him.
The look of a person.
"Haha, young people are quite angry. With what you, the Holy Demon Sect, are doing now, what qualifications do you have to lecture me? I won't say much else. The last group of cultivators
Have you brought them all?"
Hearing what the middle-aged man surnamed Leng said, the Howling Demon King was furious. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the old green zombie standing beside him. The latter's tone was extremely calm. He just said one sentence and then turned his gaze to those behind him.
The human cultivator who was subdued took a quick glance with his spiritual consciousness, and a hint of anger flashed across his old face.
"Brother Xiao, there seems to be something wrong with the quantity this time!"
As he said that, he looked towards the Howling Demon King.
Hearing this, Xiao Yao Wang, who was already a little dissatisfied, snorted coldly and recounted the cause and effect of the incident. After speaking, his huge head stared straight in the direction of the middle-aged man named Leng, "Huh,
Now that these cultivators have been sent, you should go back, remember, you only have one month!"
"In that case, Leng takes his leave!"
The middle-aged man surnamed Leng still had no expression on his face. He glanced at the two of them coldly, waved his hands, and left in the direction he came from. The cultivators of the Holy Demon Sect around him naturally followed closely, but only a few seconds later.
In the time it took to smell the incense, it completely disappeared, leaving only the group of human cultivators who had their magic powers blocked and looked anxious.
"Old rule, put them in the dungeon."
The Xiao Demon King swept his tiger eyes, said something in a buzzing voice, and waved his hand. The demons of Houbiao's lineage had already arrived, driving these cultivators towards the valley.
"Brother in green robe, it seems that our plan will be postponed for a while. We know that these human races cannot be trusted. If this matter is not too important to our clan, I will not trade with these human races under any circumstances. However,
Is your plan really feasible? There won't be any flaws, right?"
The tiger-headed Howling Demon King said something, and there was a trace of caution in his final tone.
"Brother Xiao, don't worry. If Xiaotian Demon Ancestor hadn't still had a trace of his soul, even if a true immortal came to this world, he might not be able to save himself. One hundred thousand cultivators plus the nourishment of the blood soul of 300 Biao people,
With the blessing of the secret method that I got from a leftover ghost realm, I turned Xiaotian Demon Ancestor into a zombie body. Then I found an opportunity to enter the Xuan Demon Sanctuary. After some training in the Demon Transformation Pool, I awakened the sleeping spirit.
Soul, when the time comes, who else among the demon clan can stop the rise of the Biao clan? Even if the demon ancestors of other major clans confront each other, they will have to stay away."
The green zombie old monster said, with a faint hint of madness in his voice, but he calmed down immediately, "If it were not limited by this body, and the strength cannot be improved, I would not take the risk to do this method, until the Xiaotian Demon Ancestor is resurrected.
Finally, Brother Xiao, don’t forget to promise me what you promised me.”
"Hahahaha, it's natural. When the time comes, I will definitely ask Ancestor Xiaotian to use his magical powers to prepare a body belonging to our Biao clan for fellow Taoists."
As if he thought of something, Xiao Yao King himself burst out laughing, and at the same time, he couldn't help but
It promises some benefits.
"It's really like livestock, hum!"
Seeing the Howling Demon King like this, two obscure rays of light flashed in the eyes of the old green zombie, and he secretly sneered in his heart, and said no more.
On the other hand, Kong Laosan and others followed the monster beasts of the Biao clan towards the depths of the valley. They said along the way that their spiritual thoughts quietly extended and they kept inquiring about the surrounding situation.
The valley where the Biao clan is located appears to be extremely empty, surrounded by mountains on three sides. An unknown force has been applied to the mountain walls. I don't know if it is due to the formation or other reasons, but the entire valley looks a bit dark.
Half an hour later, a bottomless dark canyon suddenly appeared in front of Kong Laosan and others. The canyon in front of them cut across the entire Whistling Valley. Perhaps it was because of the formation's cover. Kong Laosan's consciousness just scanned it.
But nothing happened.
A stone bridge of more than 300 feet was built on both sides of the canyon. It looked old and decayed. Some of the stones at the bottom of the bridge had even fallen off, and it looked like it might collapse at any time.
The canyon below extends to the end of the line of sight, with no one to know where it started or where it is going.
Standing on the edge of the canyon, Kong Laosan felt a sense of insignificance in his heart for no reason, like an ant facing the waves between mountains and seas, and a feeling of powerlessness in the face of the mighty power of heaven and earth emerged from the bottom of his heart.
The winds roared continuously, and with Kong Laosan's eyesight, he could naturally see the power of each wind. It was probably more terrifying than the full blow of the ancestor of Jindan. These winds continued to rise from the bottom of the canyon, but not yet.
Once they reached the top, they were annihilated by the invisible forces around them. Apart from the terrifying roar in their ears, it did not cause many waves.
Looking at the canyon in front of him that seemed to tear the world apart, Kong Laosan's heart moved slightly, and the power of his spiritual thoughts surged out from the center of his eyebrows, heading towards the edge to detect. After a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
His spiritual thoughts swept over it, and there was nothing in front of him except the closed rocks. The canyon in front of him seemed to not exist at all. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Kong Laosan would never believe what he saw in front of him.
"Phantom formation?!"
Kong Laosan murmured something in his mouth, and suddenly thought of Ah-Dai. If Ah-Dai were here, he must have a way to break the power of the formations in front of him.
This thought flashed through my mind, but then I restrained myself and silently calculated something.
There was only one month left. During this period, not only did he have to find Elder Jiang, but he also had to find a chance to escape. As for the life and death of other human races, Kong Laosan had no time to worry about it.
After passing through the Wind Canyon, everyone came to a stone wall. They didn't know what kind of methods the Biao clan used. The stone wall that was originally full of control power flashed with black light, and a stone wall that was ten feet in size suddenly changed like a wave of water.
It became unreal, and everyone was escorted into it by the Biao clan.