Eight hundred and thirtieth chapters secret talk of the magic deep
On this day, at the edge of the Demon Abyss deep in the Demon Spirit Gate, a tall figure wrapped in a black robe from head to toe suddenly appeared. This black robe was engraved with complex demon patterns, blending in with the surrounding environment.
Only a pair of light red eyes are exposed.
Although this mysterious man did not emit any aura, the rich demonic aura around him unconsciously gathered towards him, as if he had a treasure that attracted the demonic aura.
The strange movement of the demonic energy seemed to disturb something. An extremely powerful spiritual thought surged out from under the abyss. It soon discovered that the demonic energy was converging in one place. It swept around the mysterious person with great confusion, as if it could not see this person.
The presence.
After a while, a black-haired old man wearing a Demon Spirit Sect robe slowly flew out of the abyss. When he saw the figure at the edge of the abyss, he showed an expression of disbelief and said sternly:
"Who dares to break into the devil's gated area!"
As he spoke, the old man quickly pressed a certain spell in his hand, and unfathomable restraining forces surged around the Demonic Abyss, instantly blocking all the mysterious man's escape routes.
Then a dark golden iron ball covered with spikes flew out of the black-haired old man's body. This watermelon-sized iron ball exuded a terrifying and sharp aura.
There was a slight fluctuation in the mysterious man's light red eyes. He looked at the black-haired old man and said in a very jerky hoarse voice, which sounded as if he had just learned to speak:
"Unexpectedly, fellow Taoist Yu has already reached the peak of the early stage of Yuanying, and is only one step away from the middle stage of Yuanying. It seems that the Demon Spirit Sect is getting stronger and stronger."
The black-haired old man's face changed slightly when he heard this. He just activated the magic weapon of his life, but his cultivation level was actually seen at a glance. He was close to the consciousness of the middle Nascent Soul, but he could not detect the existence of this person, let alone judge the other person's cultivation level.
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It can be seen from this that the cultivation level of this mysterious man is by no means simple.
And from the tone of his voice, this person seemed to know him, but the black-haired old man searched his memory for his Yuan Ying stage colleagues, but he didn't have any impression.
The black-haired old man's tone was slightly restrained, and he said in a cold tone: "Since I know this fellow Taoist, why don't you visit me with your true face? Instead, you sneak into the stronghold of my Demon Spirit Sect. What do you want?"
At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly came from the bottom of the abyss: "Junior brother Yu, there is no need to panic. This fellow Taoist is my close friend and has no ill intentions towards our sect."
When the black-haired old man heard this voice, his originally nervous expression relaxed.
The voice from the bottom of the abyss continued: "Old friend, Mr. Shi is recovering his power and it is inconvenient to greet him. Just because my junior brother brought you here."
The figure in black robe hoarsely said: "You are so polite, Fellow Taoist Shi, I would like to thank you for your help."
The black-haired old man took a deep look at the mysterious man, and with a movement of the magic in his hand, the forbidden power near the abyss disappeared into the darkness again, as if it had never appeared before.
"Fellow Taoist, please follow me closely and be careful of touching the forbidden areas in the Demonic Abyss."
After saying that, he took the lead and flew towards the bottom of the abyss.
And the black robe outside the mysterious human body lit up with a dark luster, rose into the air, followed closely, and entered the devil's abyss.
The old man surnamed Yu was flying downward while observing the strange monk behind him, his brows furrowed involuntarily. Even if the other person was flying in the air, he could only sense some demonic power, but could not judge the other person's cultivation level.
The Demonic Abyss is hundreds of feet deep, and without any restrictions to block it, the escape speed of any immortal cultivator in the pill-forming stage can only take dozens of breaths of effort.
Soon, the old man named Yu led the mysterious man to the bottom of the abyss and stopped outside an inconspicuous stone house. At this time, the stone door of the stone house was slowly opening.
"Junior brother, please step back."
The old man surnamed Yu nodded respectfully, glanced at the mysterious man, and then turned into a ray of light and shot upward into the sky.
Under the faint spiritual light of the black robe, the mysterious man slowly flew towards the stone house.
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The area inside the stone house is not large, with a length of three to four feet and a width. The layout is very simple. There are four stone benches and a stone table in the middle. Bookshelves and cupboards are simply dug out of the surrounding stone walls.
Some jars of jade bottles and scattered jade slips fell on it, which looked a bit messy. But deep in the room, there was a circular magic circle.
There are dense inscriptions engraved around the magic circle, and small holes about the size of a foot are located in the four directions of the magic circle. A faint white light is emitted from them and pours into the inscriptions of the magic circle.
As for the center of the magic circle, there is a middle-aged monk with a well-proportioned figure and thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is the contemporary elder of the Demon Spirit Sect, Shi Jingtian.
Shi Jingtian slowly walked out of the magic circle. He carefully looked at the mysterious man in front of him and asked curiously: "Why is Brother Qian dressed like this? If Shi hadn't recognized Brother Qian's consciousness, I'm afraid Junior Brother Yu would have taken action."
"The black robe that Brother Qian is wearing is probably a top-notch psychic magic weapon with hidden magical powers. It can even block my consciousness. The Blood Refining Sect is indeed the number one sect in Qi State, with a full foundation."
The mysterious man said hoarsely: "Qian came to see Brother Shi this time. Don't let the third person know, especially the people from the Blood Refining Sect, otherwise they won't be able to use this hard-earned Qian Tianyou Demon Robe."
Hearing this, Shi Jingtian said in a somewhat cautious tone: "Brother Qian is an elder of the Blood Refining Sect and a disciple of Pang Laomo, but he still can't let anyone in the Blood Refining Sect know what matters he has to discuss with Shi.
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This mysterious man is actually Elder Qian, who is well known to everyone in the Blood Refining Sect.
Elder Qian stared at Shi Jingtian with his red eyes, and said with some emotion: "We will talk about this later. First, Qian must congratulate Brother Shi for finally successfully entering the late Nascent Soul stage and becoming the only great monk in the Wei Kingdom.
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Shi Jingtian was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "I didn't expect Brother Qian to be so sharp that he could see it right away. There is no need for Shi to hide it."
As he spoke, a vast smoke-like magical aura surged out of Shi Jingtian's body, and the surrounding purple-black magical mist, like stars over the moon, hovered around him, and an extremely terrifying pressure filled the stone house.
Elder Qian's figure shrouded in black robes trembled slightly, and then stood still on the spot. He seemed not to be affected by this huge momentum. He said slowly:
"Since Brother Shi has entered the late Nascent Soul stage, he has barely met the requirements. Qian needs Brother Shi's help to deal with an enemy."
Shi Jingtian raised his brows and said in a somewhat displeased tone: "Brother Qian's tone is a bit too loud. The power of the late Nascent Soul can already affect part of the vitality of the world, and its strength far exceeds that of the middle Nascent Soul."
"The great monks barely meet the requirements. Is it because they can't deal with the legendary monks in the transformation stage?"
Elder Qian said in a deep voice: "It's Old Demon Pang."
Shi Jingtian's face stiffened, and he said with embarrassment: "Brother Qian, are you joking? Pang Laomo is the elder of the noble sect, how can Brother Qian deal with him?"
Elder Qian's eyes flashed red and he looked at Shi Jingtian quietly without speaking.
Shi Jingtian's expression became solemn, and he whispered: "Brother Qian, are you telling the truth?"
Elder Qian said hoarsely: "Where have Brother Shi's previous heroic words gone? When he heard about dealing with Pang Laomo, he became so timid and fearful."
Shi Jingtian smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Qian, you should know better than me. Pang Laomo practices the Blood Demon Kung Fu, and his Nascent Soul power is extremely profound. Back then, I saw him easily defeat the Great Elder of the Shangqing Sect. I'm afraid two people
Even if the great monks join forces, they are no match for him."
"Shi has just entered the late stage of Yuanying, and Brother Qian has only reached the middle stage of Yuanying. But I don't understand why Pang Laomo is Brother Qian's master..."
Elder Qian said coldly: "This old guy only accepted me as his disciple because I have a special constitution and am suitable for planting blood demon seeds."
"Blood Demon?"
"The Blood Demon Seed is the top secret technique of the Blood Demon Art. With the Blood Demon Seed in my body, Pang Laomo will not only control my life, but will also take away my body when my life span is approaching, leaving me with a breath to survive.
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"I am just a life-sustaining thing for his Pang Lao Mo. When his life is approaching, it will be the moment of my death."
"But this old devil didn't expect that after entering the Nascent Soul stage, the Phantom Demon Child-Mother Skill has many strange magical powers. It can transform the Blood Demon Seed between the mother and child bodies, and the clone can avoid the Blood Demon Seed's induction."
Elder Qian sighed: "It's a pity that Pang Laomo is too powerful. According to my speculation, even if there is a secret technique to transform the blood demon species, it will still be unable to resist his body snatching."
A look of surprise flashed in Shi Jingtian's eyes: "So, with Pang Laomo's age and cultivation, he will definitely try to break through to the divine transformation stage. If the breakthrough fails, Brother Qian will become a life-sustaining elixir."
Then he changed the topic: "But the risk is too great to deal with a top monk like Pang Lao Mo. Shi..."
Elder Qian interrupted: "Brother Shi, don't worry, Qian will never let his friends suffer. After the matter is completed..."
Having said this, Elder Qian suddenly moved his lips slightly, transmitting the secret message.
Shi Jingtian showed an incredulous expression at first, and then a look of great desire. He trembled a little and said: "Brother Qian, is everything you said true?"
Elder Qian said: "Brother Shi, do you remember the terms of the deal between Pang Lao Mo and you? What he wants most is actually the refining method of the psychic puppet, otherwise he would not personally take action against the Yueyang Sect's only remaining
Search for souls in the Nascent Soul stage.”
Shi Jingtian's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "Pang Laomo needs to refer to the refining method of the psychic puppet to refine the magic treasure!"
Elder Qian nodded and said: "Yes, this magic treasure, although it has a great assistive effect on demon cultivators as they advance to the stage of becoming gods, it is extremely difficult to refine."
"When Pang Laomo tries to refine this magical treasure, it's the best time for us to take action."
Shi Jingtian's face suddenly changed, and he added: "It seems that Brother Qian has a plan, but our strength is limited, and Shi's risk is still very high. If you are not careful, I'm afraid the entire Demon Spirit Sect will be built inside. Besides,
, Brother Qian is really willing to give up this magical treasure?"
"For us demon cultivators who own the True Demon Pond, this demonic treasure greatly increases the chance of breaking through the divine transformation stage. Doesn't Brother Qian need it?"
Elder Qian did not speak, but raised his sleeves and gently pulled his hood back. The vague phantom covering his face gradually dissipated.
"What if the two Nascent Souls are in the late stage?"
Shi Jingtian's pupils shrank and he lost his voice: "Brother Qian, you..."