Although some people guessed Beast King Mountain's intention, they had no intention of stopping it.
If you want to get the treasure of Beast King Mountain, there will inevitably be a battle between the human monks and the monster clan of Beast King Mountain. Who will win and who will lose in this battle will also foreshadow who will rule the cultivation world in the Northern Territory in the next hundreds or even thousands of years. .
The current strength of the human race seems to be stronger than that of the Beast King Mountain, but the human race is like scattered sand, and the forces of various sects work independently and cannot gather together. But the Beast King Mountain is different. For thousands of years, this demon clan sect has commanded the size of the Beast Mountain. Monster beasts may no longer be the strongest among them, but at least one person has the final say over you, and that is the Mountain Master of Beast King Mountain.
The monks who saw the clues at this time wanted to know what the strength of Beast King Mountain was. If it was just what they saw in front of them, then any of the three major divine sects could destroy it without the full strength of the human race.
The monk in the middle stage of pill formation in the picture fell into the swarm of locusts. At this time, the blurred picture finally returned to calm, but the ancient sacrificial dance of Yan Qingcheng and other demons continued.
At this time, three flying white tigers about three feet long flew from the sky. Under their sharp claws was a black mace about ten feet long and weighing about a thousand kilograms.
The mace was completely black and emitted a cold light. The three flying white tigers used all their strength to hold it upright.
When the mace was erected in the center of the sacrificial square, eighteen great demons performing sacrificial dances began to circle around the mace, as if they were worshiping, and the words they spoke seemed to be calling.
"I remembered, this mace should be called the Black Gold Hunyuan Stick. It was once the magic weapon of a great demon at the peak of the Dan Formation. Its power is extremely powerful. With one hit, it can leapfrog enemies and destroy a city. .”
A monk finally recognized the mace, and couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart. Although he recognized the mace through ancient books, he had to be frightened by the records in the ancient books.
With the current level of cultivation of human monks in the Northern Territory, perhaps only a few Golden Core monks can take a blow from the mace.
"Is the big demon you are talking about called the Hunyuan King Kong? Its true form is a black bear." Someone even guessed the owner of the mace.
"Yes, that's him. A great demon who can take the form of a human, but chooses to show his true form. This great demon was once the master of the Beast King Mountain. He was invincible wherever he went, but for some reason, he suddenly disappeared."
The more the monk talked, the more frightened he became. If another big demon picked up this thousand-pound black gold Hunyuan Rod, the human monks might face an unprecedented war.
As the sacrificial dance reached its climax, black smoke suddenly rolled around the black gold Hunyuan Rod, and the phantom of a black bear monster appeared in front of the monk. Although it was not an entity, it could be seen clearly. The phantom roared and roared, He beat his chest with both arms, and then started to dance with the mace.
"This... how is this possible? Shouldn't the Hunyuan Vajra thousands of years ago have died? Why can he appear again and pick up the black gold Hunyuan Stick? Could it be that the previous mountain masters of Beast King Mountain did not die, but just Have you chosen to retreat and not come out? This Ancestor Summoning Ceremony is just to summon them out."
The more the monk knew, the more fear he felt in his heart. If the strength of Beast King Mountain had not weakened as it appeared, then perhaps it was just an empty talk for humans to obtain the mysterious treasure.
The phantom of the black bear holding up the mace just waved the manual stick lightly. The scene was instantly filled with strong winds, as if the vast energy of the apocalypse almost rolled up and blew away several surrounding mountain peaks.
You know, what the monk sees in front of him is just a phantom, a black bear demon similar to an illusory clone. If the real body appears, who will be his opponent?
There was another roar that shook the world. The huge black bear jumped suddenly. The huge body landed on a mountain not far away with the mace in its hand. The huge body was like an ancient god, watching the scene. everything of.
Just after the pressure of the black bear demon ended, three green birds appeared in front of the monks again, and each green bird held a colorful feather in its mouth. The feathers emitted colorful rays of light and burned like burning flames. Usually, there are violent flames rising.
After the three green birds circled in the air three times, the colorful feathers in their mouths scattered down.
The next moment, the flame burned and rolled through the space. The three feathers rotated and condensed, forming a fan with colorful light and burning flames.
This fan is no different from an ordinary fan, but the flames that are enough to burn the sky will cause sweat to break out on anyone who sees it. No one in the world can withstand the burning of the raging flames. Even those in the elixir-forming and golden elixir stages may turn into dust under the burning of the raging flames.
"I remembered. This fan is called the Colorful Three-Flame Fan. It was the natal magical weapon of a female cultivator three thousand years ago. It was rumored that this female cultivator at the peak of the golden elixir was transformed into a fire luan. I didn't expect it to be true. .”
There were many knowledgeable people among the thousands of monks, and they recognized at a glance that the fan burning with flames in the space was not an extraordinary object.
Sure enough, the next moment the fan was formed, a shadow of a woman wearing a flaming red dress appeared in the space. She stretched out her slender palm and grabbed the fan.
The woman smiled contemptuously and swung her fan gently. The flames that burned the sky swept across miles in an instant, and the towering trees and rocks on the mountains also burned under the flames.
If the scene was not a sacrificial event, some people even believed that the mysterious and powerful woman in red could turn the entire Beast King Mountain into ashes under the flames.
Just imagine, who can survive such raging flames?
The elixir-forming golden elixir will only be fuel in a flame of such intensity.
"This is not the greatest power of this fan. It is just a three-flame fan composed of three feathers. Its real power should be a seven-color seven-flame fan composed of seven feathers. Just because the woman has not reached the Nascent Soul stage, if she My strength has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, and I can completely refine this natal magic weapon into the Seven Flames. At that time, there is really no treasure in the world that can compare with it."
The monks present became increasingly frightened, and some of them even considered quitting.
Fighting for the treasures of Beast King Mountain, isn't that making fun of life? With the current power of the human race, which is as strong as scattered sand, even if there is a strong Jindan, it is impossible for him to be the opponent of Beast King Mountain?
Beast King Mountain only brought out two treasures left by its ancestors, and it was already so shocking. With nearly ten thousand years of inheritance, how many ancestors does Beast King Mountain have? Ten, or a hundred? If these ancestors left behind an extraordinary treasure, what ability do human monks have to compete with them?
Although there are many legends of treasures passed down from generation to generation in the world of human cultivation, who has seen them? Which aristocratic family is willing to take it out?
How could they, as stragglers, snatch the valuable treasure from Beast King Mountain?
Sure enough, the display of treasures in Beast King Mountain is not over yet.
After the woman in red and the big black bear demon landed on a mountaintop not far away with colorful three-flame fans, another little demon resisted and produced an extraordinary magic weapon.
It was a long sword with a cold light all over its body.
As soon as the sword appeared, there were no clouds or snow falling on the heads of the monks, as if the sky above them had been attracted by the long sword and had to fall with cold snow.
"It's the Qianyuan Ice Sword. It turns out that this legendary cold sword has always existed in the Beast King Mountain. Legend has it that the cold air of this sword can freeze thousands of miles, and one strike of the sword is enough to freeze a city instantly. I owned this sword back then. The white monk has endless chivalrous legends, and his deeds of slaying demons and evil are still circulated to this day. The world has even compiled the heroic events of the white knight into a drama. I once heard about him in a small town. The name of the opera seems to be: Knight in White Kills Evil Bandits."
The monk's vision is bright, and every time a valuable treasure appears during the summoning of ancestors, it can arouse a burst of reverie. After all, Beast King Mountain is not an ordinary force. Thousands of years of inheritance have left many legends that people talk about.
Just like the black gold Hunyuan stick and the colorful three-flame fan, not long after the Qianyuan Ice Sword appeared, a white-clothed shadow also appeared in the space. He held the Ice Sword in his hand, and the domineering and sharp sword light slowly slashed down, The ground beneath his feet was instantly frozen, and the bone-chilling cold air could not be resisted by the monks who were not in the elixir-forming stage.
Thousands of monks lamented the power of Beast King Mountain, and they all had doubts about searching for the treasure of Beast King Mountain. If they really searched for it unscrupulously in Beast King Mountain. With their current strength, even if they can find it, can they take it away?
Beast King Mountain has been hidden in the world for thousands of years, but it does not mean that their strength has become weaker, it is just because the world now belongs to humans, and they, the great monsters, are not willing to enter the mortal world.
After the man in white flew down to the third mountain peak, the ancestor summoning ceremony continued. Next, Beast King Mountain took out five more valuable treasures, each one of which shocked the monks present.
"This demonstration of heavy treasures in Beast King Mountain seems to be declaring their own strength. In fact, it is a manifestation of their lack of confidence in their power. If their strength is still as strong as it was thousands of years ago, why do they need to show these treasures in front of us?"
"If they are strong enough, they don't have to care that we seem to be interested in their treasures. Once we human monks invade their territory, they can use their powerful power to drive us away."
"And now, not only have they not driven us away, they have actively invited us to visit this so-called ancestor summoning ceremony. In fact, it is to demonstrate to us the power of their ancestors. Let us retreat in the face of difficulties."
"If we really give up, then we will be fooled. They have been hiding for thousands of years not because they are tired of the mortal world, but because they are not strong enough."
The person who said this was none other than Xiaoyao Demon Lord, a monk from the Blood Demon Sect who was wearing a black robe and whose face could not be seen clearly.
"Yes. This fellow Taoist is right. We don't need to be afraid of Beast King Mountain at all. They displayed these important treasures. They seem to be very powerful, but there are no people who can actually use them. Why don't we just grab them? Maybe we can use them." Our Northern Territory monk community stands above Zhongzhou."
Some monks agreed, and the scene fell into a brief and quiet discussion.
