"Who am I telling you? It turns out it's an immortal envoy who is coming. Some are not far away to welcome you, some are not far away to greet you." The old voice was hoarse like metal friction, and it sounded like an embroidery needle poking his ears. Shao Haoyue's heart couldn't help but twitch.
Shen Canghao flicked the sleeves of his robe, and the menacing demonic spirit burst like foam. Without the obstruction of the demonic energy, the secret realm revealed its true appearance.
The location they were in was a long and narrow valley with towering peaks on both sides, black soil and gravel, and no grass growing at all.
On the top of the mountain on the right, stood a withered and thin old man. He looked like an ordinary mortal old man, wearing a light brown robe without any accessories, just like a commoner.
She walked forward slowly, frowned and said, "The voice is so unpleasant, can you stop talking?"
The brown-robed old man's face flashed with anger, and he quickly returned to normal, "The old man's talent is limited, and after exhausting his years and studying for a lifetime, he can only reach perfection in the period of transcending tribulation. He is not as immortal as an immortal, with eternal youth."
"The period of transcending tribulation?" Shao Haoyue sneered, "According to the demon's cultivation system, yours is not called the period of transcending tribulation. Why, didn't the person who taught you the technique tell you the demon's cultivation system?"
Facing her ridicule, the old man Gujing Wubo said calmly: "It doesn't matter what you call it, the cultivation strength is what matters."
Shao Haoyue raised her eyebrows, "That's right. Since the trap has been set and we are here, let's fight!"
"As expected of an immortal envoy, we can't hide this little trick from you." As soon as the old man finished speaking, thirteen demon cultivators who were in the same realm as the old man appeared around the two of them.
Shao Haoyue glanced at them. Although these people were of different ages and had different degrees of aging, their facial features were more or less similar.
There is no doubt that they come from the same family.
Shen Canghao also noticed this, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "On the surface, a group of disciples practice Taoism and lead the Qingxuan forces; secretly, a group of disciples cultivate demons and create purgatory. Bai Xi's tribe is a bit mean. "
He had guessed wrong before. Bai Jun was indeed the leader of the younger generation of the Bai family, but he was just the one who openly practiced Taoism.
"It's the first time I've met the immortal envoys. I talked too much. Please forgive me, the two immortal envoys. Our array has been set up. We'll leave you two behind and we can chat slowly." The old man smiled and said, "Let's set up the array!"
Thirteen demon cultivators took action simultaneously, and a stream of terrifying demonic energy gathered at the feet of the two of them from all directions. The speed seemed slow but was actually fast, and it reached their feet in an instant.
The demonic energy was intertwined and connected, and soon formed a huge demonic network. The two of them stood in the middle, like two scattered chess pieces, extremely small.
Shen Canghao tilted his head: "Shimei picks first, and leaves the rest to me."
Shao Haoyue rolled her eyes. His cultivation level was indeed higher than hers in Xingque, but this was the lower realm, and their cultivation levels were both suppressed until they reached the stage of transcending the tribulation.
"I don't have the habit of taking advantage of this. Counting the old man, there are fourteen of them, seven per person."
As for Bai Zheng who brought them in, she ignored him.
Shao Haoyue turned around, and the Huanshi Ling flew out from her wrist, with crimson light dots. The demonic energy boiled and sizzled wherever it passed. The newly formed formation was damaged and getting bigger and bigger...
Many of the besieging Bai family demon cultivators panicked and attacked the immortal envoy from the upper realm. They originally lacked confidence, so they only dared to fight with the large number of people and the formation left by the demon envoy.
But now, their biggest reliance is on the formation, which is destroyed by the other party as soon as they come into contact, and it barely plays any role.
Doesn’t this formation also come from the upper realm? Why are there almost zero restrictions on monks in the upper realm?
The leading old man in brown robes had his pupils shrunken and his expression changed. He forced himself to calm down and reminded loudly: "Never mind the Golden Immortal and the Silver Immortal. When they get here, they can only use the full strength of the Tribulation Stage. Two girls of the same realm. Baby, you’re still afraid of them!”
Shao Haoyue was speechless. Although she and Shen Canghao were very young. Judging from the life span of the immortal clan, one was in the teenage stage and the other was in the youth stage, but they lived much longer than these old guys.
The most important thing is that she probably has more fights in a year than they have in their entire lives.
This old man takes it for granted.
After the brown-robed old man finished speaking, a huge demonic figure appeared behind him. He raised his hand and pressed down, and the giant demonic figure also raised its hand and pressed down. The palms condensed with demonic energy covered the sky and the sun, as if gods and demons had come to the world.
A group of Bai family demon cultivators regained some composure, six of them faced Shao Haoyue, and the remaining seven attacked Shen Canghao.
Shao Haoyue didn't even look at the giant demonic palm that was pressing down. Immortal power poured into the Fantasy Silk like a tide, and the light silk was even more radiant. It crossed a large circle as if practiced, and all the demon cultivators who rushed towards it flew upside down. Go out, the whole body is burning with flames.
They tried their best to mobilize the demonic energy to resist, but it was useless. The crimson flames laughed and burned them to the ground.
The old man in gray robe was stunned and exclaimed: "How is this possible?"
At this time, Huanshi Ling, who had just made a circle, suddenly appeared beside him like smoke and wrapped around his neck.
The old man in brown robe was so shocked that he almost lost his mind.
Although he is the strongest among the tribe, his strength is not much different from the others. If they can't withstand the burning of the crimson flames, naturally he can't either.
His whole body was as stiff as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his mind went blank. He only relied on his fighting instincts developed over many years of fighting to dodge.
A while passed, but he didn't feel the burning pain. Apart from his neck being strangled so hard that he couldn't breathe, he felt nothing else.
Only then did he realize that the other party didn't want to kill him, but wanted to keep him for questioning.
After temporarily saving his life from the gate of hell, the brown-robed old man's heart was beating like thunder, and he was thinking about ways to survive. His eyes swept around, and he realized that the seven tribesmen who attacked the young man were also dead.
The young man in willow-yellow clothes holds a silver-white long sword with a slight bluish tint. The sword is held horizontally in front of his neck. The silver-white blade has a cold light and is as sharp as autumn frost.
Something is wrong, there is something wrong with these two people!
The ancestor once said that these monks who ascended from the lower realm have rich experience in fighting and their strength exceeds that of the local immortals in the immortal world. It is possible for them to win against the immortal envoys of the same realm.
What's going on now? These two immortal envoys killed them as if they were killing ants? !
The strong sense of suffocation in his neck disappeared a lot, and he was breathing heavily. From the corner of his eye, he saw the girl's beautiful eyebrows raised slightly, "Which liar told you this? No matter how low our cultivation level is, we still use immortal power. You two No matter how high your cultivation level is, you are still an ordinary person."
The old man in brown robe was silent. It was not that they had never thought of this, but they must forget it and believe that they could defeat the immortal.
Shao Haoyue didn't waste any time with him, and directly started asking questions. Shen Canghao guessed right. The Bai family was indeed composed of two teams. Only the selected elites could cultivate demons, while the rest continued to practice Taoism.
