At the end of the wasteland, there is a giant peak three thousand feet high, known as the sacred mountain of Beiming Mountain.
Halfway down the mountainside of the sacred mountain, it was as dark as ink, cold and dead.
Above the mountainside, the rocks and soil are dark red, which is extremely weird.
Dark clouds and demonic aura cover the sky and the sun, shrouding the entire sacred mountain, making it looming in the clouds and mist.
On the top of the sacred mountain, there is a majestic, mysterious and solemn black palace.
That is the famous Beiming Palace.
Luo Shui broke into this place in person to avenge Luo Li and had a fierce battle with the ancestor of the demon god.
In that battle, most of Beiming Palace was destroyed and reduced to ruins.
Today's Bei Ming Palace was rebuilt by demon craftsmen.
At this time, deep inside Beiming Palace.
In a wide and dark hall.
The surrounding walls were inlaid with blood crystal stones, glowing with dark red blood.
In the middle of the hall, there is a hundred-meter-high black altar, surrounded by gems and skulls.
A dark red burly figure stood respectfully under the altar, standing quietly in awe.
This is a powerful demon who is more than ten feet tall, wearing a fiery red robe.
The robe is embroidered with patterns of bones and demons, and a pair of ghost claws are embroidered on the chest and collar.
He had no hair on his body, and the top of his head was bald, with only a few black scales glowing coldly.
The exposed hands are also a pair of black and cold claws.
The ferocious face is also covered with a layer of black dragon scales.
In the huge eyes, there is a pair of dark blue pupils, flashing with blue fire.
There is no doubt that this person is the most powerful person under the command of the ancestral demon god, the Great Demon Saint Ling Xuan.
He stood with his hands tied and waited quietly for a moment.
On the eerie altar, dark red blood fire burned.
Immediately afterwards, a real and illusory black figure rose from the blood and fire.
This figure was as strong as a black bear and exuded an extremely domineering demonic aura.
It has three huge heads, six pairs of blade-like wings on its dark back, and four thick and strong arms in front of it.
Seeing this black shadow appear, the Great Demon Saint Ling Xuan quickly knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully.
"Subordinates, please see the ancestor!"
The ferocious black shadow on the altar is the projection of the ancestor demon.
It opened its scarlet eyes, looked down at Ling Xuan under the altar, and asked in a dull voice: "Ling Xuan, I have ordered you and Shetuo to have full authority to handle the affairs of Beiming Mountain.
This god wants to heal his wounds in the abyss of the sea of blood and break through the shackles of the divine realm.
What is it that makes you unable to decide and you must consult this god?"
Ling Xuan lowered his head and replied in a respectful tone: "To the First Ancestor, I have two things to report, and I must ask you to make a decision!
The first thing is that Tianjue Martial God sent a message and wants to make a deal with you, please kill Ji Tianxing!"
Hearing this news, the ancestral demon god narrowed his eyes and sneered like a night owl: "Jie Jie Jie... The majestic Tian Jue Martial God can't even kill a small Martial Saint?
Huh! His true self was practicing in seclusion. He must have sent his subordinate martial saints to assassinate Ji Tianxing, but they failed.
He can't take action himself, but wants to kill Ji Tianxing immediately, so he can only ask this god!"
Having said this, the ancestral demon god paused and said in a spiteful tone: "If I could leave Beiming Mountain and personally kill Ji Tianxing, how could I let him live until now?
What are the conditions offered by Tian Jue Martial God?"
Ling Xuan quickly replied: "As long as you kill Ji Tianxing, the blood of the Sword God will belong to you, and the Heavenly Burial Sword will belong to him.
In five years at most, he will be able to end his retreat and achieve great success.
When the time comes, he will kill the Luoshui Martial God with his own hands.
And the territory of Luoshui Divine Kingdom will belong to Beiming Mountain!"
Even in the city of the ancestral demon god, he couldn't help but be startled and asked in surprise: "Is Tian Jue Martial God crazy?
He wants to take the life of Luoshui Martial God and add it to the territory of Luoshui Divine Kingdom in exchange for Ji Tianxing’s life?”
Ling Xuan nodded and said: "That's right! It seems that Tian Jue Martial God hates Ji Tianxing so much that he can no longer tolerate it."
The ancestor demon sneered: "It's not that he can't tolerate Ji Tianxing, it's that he can't let the sword god live!
In order to seek the way to ascension, he has already lost his mind and is desperate."
Ling Xuan asked tentatively: "Ancestor, do we agree to this deal?"
The ancestor of the demon god laughed twice, shook his head and said: "This god must attack the divine realm with all his strength, and will not be able to leave the sacred mountain in the near future.
Although this deal is very tempting, I cannot agree to it."
Now that the ancestral demon god has made a decision, Ling Xuan naturally won't say anything more and nodded: "I understand, and I will reject Tianjue Martial God later."
The ancestral demon god nodded slightly and asked in a deep voice: "What is the second thing?"
Ling Xuan frowned, with a look of indignation on his face, and reported: "Ancestor, it has been two months since those powerful aliens invaded Beiming Mountain.
In the past two months, they have massacred our people and strong men, and have occupied five major regions in the south, totaling two hundred tribes!
At the beginning, they did not understand our language and could only burn, kill and loot.
However, since a month ago, they have gradually learned our language.
Moreover, they also used secret techniques to control the chiefs and priests of various tribes.
Although they only have eighty people, they control the five southern regions and plan to occupy that area for a long time!"
The ancestor of the demon god frowned fiercely, his six eyes flashed fiercely, and he said in a serious tone: "My race has always been the only one to invade others, but now we are invaded by foreign races!
Where do those powerful aliens come from? What do they want to do?
The Shenwu Continent is so vast, and the resources within the territories of the three major divine kingdoms are even more abundant.
Why don't they invade the three major divine kingdoms and insist on staying in Beiming Mountain?
Damn those reptiles! After I break through to the divine realm, I will definitely cut them into pieces!"
Ling Xuan quickly bowed and saluted, explaining: "Ancestor, please calm down! Just yesterday, the leader of the group of foreign powerful men sent a greeting card to Beiming Palace.
That guy calls himself An Yu, and he decided to come to Beiming Palace in person to discuss a major matter with you."
"What?" The ancestor of the demon god's eyes flashed, anger and murderous intent burst out from his body, and he sneered: "He massacred my people and occupied my territory.
Now you still dare to come to Beiming Palace to discuss important matters with me?"
Ling Xuan nodded and said: "Exactly! An Yu said in his greeting message that he does not want to fight with you, but wants to join hands with you to plan a big thing.
What he means is that Shenwu Continent is very vast, but Beiming Mountain is too small.
It is really unfair for him and your talents to be relegated to this small place."
Hearing this, the ancestral demon god immediately understood and grinned.
"Hehehe...it turns out to be a predator as ferocious as my clan!
A mere eighty strong men want to plot against the entire Shenwu Continent? It’s really unreasonable!”