With the power of the ancestors, it is no problem to protect the good and bad luck of the descendants on the battlefield. Why does Wen Xueruo frequently encounter resentful spirits?
Someone drove the evil spirits to attack her? Do you want to drive her out of the battlefield of immortals and demons, or do you want to force her into the inner circle?
With a vague guess in mind, Shao Haoyue glanced at the six demon cultivators and asked, "Have you encountered demon cultivators before?"
"No, they only appeared a few days ago."
She asked something else, but Wen Xueruoduo didn't know.
Seeing that nothing could be said, Shao Haoyue turned her gaze to the six demon cultivators, her orange eyes rippling, and her voice was ethereal, "Why are you chasing Wen Xueruo?"
The eyes of the demon cultivator who was questioned by her were blank and empty, "Young Master asked us to arrest him."
Grasp?
Shao Haoyue's eyebrows moved. What was the use of Wen Xueruo's plan against the devil? Using her identity as a heroic spirit?
After changing her mind, she continued to ask: "Who is the young master?"
"Eryu."
Thinking of the differences between Bai Zheng and Eryu, Shao Haoyue thought, "What is the relationship between Bai Zheng and Eryu?"
"They are all demon cultivators..."
Wen Xueluo's eyes widened and she looked at the demon cultivator who answered all questions, and deep fear and fear arose in her heart. Was she the same answer just now? Have all her secrets been revealed?
Qingxuan's demonic energy is scarce, and it is mainly used for the planning of demon envoys. There is not much demonic energy that demon cultivators can use to practice. Every hundred years, only a few demonic cultivators are qualified to enter the immortal and demonic battlefield to practice.
These six demon cultivators were the lucky ones who entered the battlefield of immortals and demons seventy years ago to practice. They had been practicing hard in the inner circle. Until a few days ago, they came to arrest Wen Xueruo on the order of Eryu, and they knew very limited information.
In their perception, Eryu and Bai Zheng are two people, Eryu is the young master with a high status, and Bai Zheng is just an ordinary demon cultivator.
After interrogating all the six demon cultivators, they killed them, took Wen Xueruo to change direction, and continued to rush to the place where the demonic energy gathered.
At this time, there is an unknown space somewhere in the inner circle of the battlefield of immortals and demons.
The rich demonic energy spread out from the formation below and slowly floated into the huge door deep in the space that reached the top.
The door is engraved with lines and runes of unknown meaning. When the evil energy passes by, the runes flicker and emit dark lights, indicating the operation of the array.
Under the huge door, stood a man, wearing a long floor-length cloak, his face hidden in the churning demonic energy.
"Old guy, if you don't come out, your key will be destroyed."
After a long period of silence, a rustling sound resounded in the space, as if millions of people were whispering in their ears.
In front of the huge door, demonic energy wandered, and a face as dry as wood appeared on the door, with a distant and hoarse voice: "Young man, you must maintain due respect for the elderly. Even if you are your own body, you don't dare to speak in this place." Let’s be arrogant in front of you!”
There was a sarcastic arc on Eryu's lips, "He wants to cultivate immortality and attain the Tao, so of course he doesn't dare. I don't care. If you feel offended, just kill me."
The withered face on the door frowned, and then said: "Tell me, what happened to the key?"
Eryu's sarcasm became even more serious, "It fell into the hands of the immortal envoy."
The runes on the giant door flickered on and off, flashing very quickly, endless coercion radiated from behind the door, and all the elegant demonic energy sank, as if a loyal subordinate was welcoming his master.
The giant door slowly opened, and in the endless darkness, a dark red sarcophagus was quietly suspended. Thick chains protruding from nowhere hung on the four corners of the coffin, as if it was hanging.
The chain and the coffin are made of the same material, and are covered with blood-colored runes, giving off the aura of time.
Suddenly, the chain vibrated, and the huge coffin lid slid open little by little, as if a pair of invisible hands were pushing it.
When the coffin lid was pushed open, there was a clicking sound of the joints dislocating, and a hand so thin that only a layer of skin was left covering the bones stretched out from the coffin.
The demonic energy in the space continuously gathered and seeped into the withered hand. The hand immediately became plump and tender at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The fingers are slender and strong, the skin is fair, and they instantly return to their youthful state.
Putting his fingers on the edge of the coffin, and using a little help, the handsome man with white hair sat up. His left eye was as red as a clear ruby, and his right eye was as blue as a sapphire crystal.
One red and one blue, they look particularly charming.
"Is there an immortal envoy coming down to the next world?" He looked up at Eryu and asked quietly, with a sense of relief in his voice that he had finally waited for this day.
Frost and snow formed on Eryu's face, "Your formation has no effect. It was forcibly broken in one encounter. Everyone died. Now except for the two of us, only a few juniors are left running away. This is what you call your ability." A formation to trap immortals and kill demons?”
As he spoke, his voice was filled with anger.
Every clan member died under the enemy's butcher's knife, but he could only shrink into the depths of Bai Zheng's sea of consciousness, unable to show any difference.
The anger and depression were suppressed in his heart. When he saw the old monster who gave them the formation, he could no longer suppress it and burst out.
If a tribesman died in battle, he could accept it, but that would be a massacre, a one-sided massacre.
The charming young man frowned slightly, "Do you have their portraits?"
"With my level of cultivation, can I see their true faces?" Eryu seemed to be looking at a fool.
Being ridiculed by Xiao Xiu again and again, the young man's face turned cold, "A bunch of trash, in three hundred years, all the elites have come out, but they can't catch a little female cultivator."
Eryu looked gloomy, "We forced her into the battlefield of immortals and demons time and time again. If you hadn't been in seclusion and couldn't take action, you would have caught her long ago."
Speaking of this matter, Eryu became angry. The Bai family was a powerful figure in Qingxuan, and everyone's actions attracted the attention of the public. A tough move would definitely attract the attention of Qingxuan factions to Wen Xueruo, so they could only set up a trap secretly.
Unexpectedly, Wen Xueluo is in the Immortal Mansion, and the low-level monks have nothing to do with her, and they even let her find the battlefield of immortals and demons as a favorable place.
And the demon envoy is in the battlefield of immortals and demons. As long as he is willing to temporarily interrupt his seclusion to take action, Wen Xueruo has already succeeded. How could it develop to this point?
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At the place where the demonic energy gathered, as Shao Haoyue and the two played the magic formula, the array was triggered, and traces of lines appeared.
"It's the Nine Palaces Mitian Formation." Shao Haoyue and the two looked ugly. Their location was not the final place where the demonic energy gathered.
According to the exposed part of the Nine Palaces Mitian Formation, it can be inferred that the final gathering place of the demonic energy is in the lower plane.
Demonic energy is created in the Qingxuan Star Territory and the surrounding subordinate worlds, and is gathered into the immortal and demon battlefield. Together with the demonic energy from the immortal and demonic battlefield, it is also gathered into the lower realm.
With such a huge effort, the demon clan’s plan must be quite big!
Shen Canghao glanced at Wen Xueruo and said, "It should be in Canglan Little World."
The demon clan's layout is one after another, and the final destination must be very safe. Canglan, the small world where Bai Xi belongs, is the best choice.
Shao Haoyue even suspected that the main purpose of the demons in the lower realms to create a war was not the demonic energy, but to create an absolutely safe small world.
