Standing far away, Zhang Qing could see clearly.
He didn't want to face the guy head-on, so when he realized something was wrong, he evacuated the surrounding area.
"No wonder it has been wreaking havoc in the land of demons for seven hundred years..."
He could clearly see that after the golden city cracked open, the power of the pool of blood was terrifying.
"Immortal weapon? Quasi-immortal weapon?" After a long time, Zhang Qing shook his head.
"If the power of the Golden Ancient Clan is like this, then it absolutely cannot be an immortal weapon."
He thought of something. Yun Mengze's memory of that year was still fresh in his mind.
Because it involves an elixir.
Because of the Xuanwu God, because of the last afterglow of the Thirty-Three Heavens, many powerful beings dare not approach the Xuanwu God, fearing that they will be taken away by the power of the Thirty-Three Heavens.
They could only watch from a distance, and as a result, a cultivator of elixir even made the monks who established the foundation and planted the golden lotus eligible to compete for it.
And Zhang Qing succeeded.
But before that, the elixir was imprisoned in a certain void.
The means of imprisoning the Book of Creation is a magical weapon called Suolongjing. That magical weapon is rumored to contain the power of rules of a certain fairy weapon.
If the golden city in front of him is like this, then Zhang Qing has reason to guess.
"This ancient golden clan may have mastered an immortal weapon."
He was thinking that the distant emperor's invincible aura was recovering, and all the monsters that besieged him were dead.
At this time, Huang Wudi was still weak. If he took action, he would have some chances. Even if he couldn't kill the opponent, Zhang Qing was sure that he could escape unscathed.
But he couldn't figure out the power of the replica of the fairy weapon, which could instantly kill so many monsters. Zhang Qing didn't dare to gamble.
"Unfortunately, there are not enough clones."
Zhang Qing left with some regret. If there were enough clones, Huang Wudi would either become one of his clones today or die here.
Looking back from a distance, Huang Wudi's aura at the moment was very eerie and strange, not at all as majestic and sacred as before. The surface of the golden city was also strangely covered with blood-colored vines, like the blood of the city.
At this time, Huang Wudi was vaguely exuding the aura of demons, and the inherited mana belonging to humans was eradicating these heretics bit by bit.
Obviously, even if it is a replica, Huang Wudi cannot fully control the power of the immortal weapon, and can only kill it with time.
And it is very possible that if you are not careful, you will degenerate into a human-like monster, with serious consequences.
Zhang Qing also suspected that the opponent's blood pool might not contain the blood of demons before.
It is human blood, not just an ordinary person, but the blood of monks who practice immortal magic.
It is even possible to have the same origin, so that the sequelae brought about by the power of the immortal weapon can be avoided to the greatest extent, and they will not go crazy.
Moving towards the northwest, Zhang Qing used the power of demons to fight with many Tianmen demons, and gradually the number of clones he controlled gradually increased.
At the same time, he also slaughtered countless mortals who were trapped by these demons.
I don't know if this is right or wrong, but from Zhang Qing's point of view, there are mortals who have become blood prey in the captivity of demons. If he can't save them, he might as well free them.
Just like, in the land of Three States, Zhang Qing did not hesitate to order the monks under him
Maybe those mortals didn't want to die, but the choice was in Zhang Qing's hands.
It was a land without vegetation. Perhaps it was because it was too desolate, but Zhang Qing felt a hint of coldness.
The mandrill, according to the information given by Sandan and Kui Lao, is a huge monster that feeds on mountain peaks and is easy to find.
The reason is very simple. The place where the mandrill is located is surrounded by desolation, with no vegetation and no water flowing. Only the back of the mandrill will be lush and full of life.
This group of demons will draw energy from the earth, like an extremely domineering tree, with its roots absorbing all the nutrients around it.
Therefore, the mandrill tribe was not welcomed among the demons, and even became one of the few demons who were not allowed to approach the Great Wall, the place where the bloody battle took place.
They are not controlled by dragons.
Coupled with their extremely long lifespans, mandrills often wake up briefly, then crawl on the ground and transform into towering mountains.
According to some ancient records, there are even cultivating forces who did not know the existence of mandrills, so they established Taoist traditions in the mountains where the mandrills were transformed. For thousands of years, they did not realize that there was a deadly terror at their feet.
Because the mountains that the mandrill transformed into during its sleep are no different from ordinary mountains, and you can even find many spiritual veins and various mineral veins in them.
If Sang Dan hadn't confirmed the coordinates, Zhang Qing wouldn't have doubted it even if he was standing here and knew about monsters like Mandrill.
Even in his opinion, it is more likely that this place is regarded as a place of Buddhism than a mandrill.
There are no monsters on the barren land, and Zhang Qing can fly without restraint.
Of course, the four of them also had the means to communicate over short distances, and soon he found Kui Lao and Sang Dan.
"Young Master You has the speed of thunder, hasn't he arrived yet?"
"Not yet." Being too close to his goal of extending his life, Mr. Kui, an old guy who has been practicing for tens of thousands of years, couldn't hold his breath and started to get nervous.
Not far away, Sang Dan had his eyes closed and his legs crossed, with cyan light flickering on his body.
"It was thanks to her that we were able to get rid of those monsters before, but even so, they were still seriously injured."
Zhang Qing nodded and said: "The demon that can besiege the seeds of the Golden Ancient Clan cannot be weak."
Mr. Kui snorted coldly when he heard this, "Then Huang Wudi had better not meet me in the future."
"Haha, Mr. Kui's formation is so powerful that even the people of the ancient clan will not be able to escape your careful calculations."
"However, facing the siege of so many demons, I'm afraid he is already dead."
Kui Lao shook his head, "It's difficult. That Emperor Invincible is probably the top three seed of the Golden Ancient Clan in this generation, otherwise it would be impossible to gather the undefeated heart."
"None of these sons of the ancient tribe are simple. Even though there are so many demons, I suspect that he did this deliberately."
"The last one to survive must be the Emperor Wudi."
Zhang Qing glanced at the old guy and said, "Old Kui can see clearly."
Three days later, Mr. You from Tianji Tower also joined the three of them.
"Sorry, those monsters are a bit difficult to deal with."
"Indeed, those chasing Mr. You should be four demons. After all, the scene of the thunder breaking through the demons probably frightened those demons as well." Zhang Qing said casually.
"Hahaha, it's just a small trick. Thunder has always been able to break laws."
"Now that everyone is here, let's help Mr. Kui find the mandrill first."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Kui Lao and Sandan looked at each other and said nothing in the end.
They arrived early, so they naturally knew about those monsters. There were three monsters chasing Sandan, and Zhang Qing and Kui Lao had two monsters.
Therefore, this young master can only have three heads at most.
The other party got rid of the demon a long time ago, so what was the other party doing during this time?
Thinking that Mr. You was also checking something on behalf of Tianjilou, the two of them didn't ask any more questions. They just glanced at Zhang Qing. Mr. Jing was quite cunning and found out Mr. You in just a few words.
The four of them headed in the direction that Sandan had inquired about. About ten days later, they discovered a majestic and lush mountain range.
"If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Sang, no one would know that this mountain range is a demon, right?"
Sandan did not respond to these words, but looked at a figure standing on the boundary between desolation and vitality in front of the mountains over there.
When she looked over, the figure also looked over.
The white clothes beat the snow, as if surrounded by clouds and mist. Standing at the end of the desolation, with the endless vitality of the mountains as a background, looking from a distance, it looks like an out of place picture.
It was as if the other party had been forcibly inserted into the world of mortals.
Even Zhang Qing, who has an outstanding temperament, is also dressed in white at this moment, and compared with the other party, he is less aloof.
And these images are often not used on living beings in the human world.
Therefore, the other party is an immortal.
