When looking up at the dome in the Holy Demon Realm, there was a dark red scene, but in fact, when Pei Xihe was actually in front of the main hall, he realized that it was not like this.
Perhaps there was a mysterious force guarding the outside of the palace, and it was like a small world inside.
The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds.
I saw a white moon hanging high in the sky, scattering bright white light, clear and cold to the bone.
The entire palace is located in the rolling sea of clouds and mist.
The Holy Demon Palace is extremely huge and cannot be seen at a glance. Although it is the emperor among demons, this place is like a palace of gods. Pei Xihe couldn't help but think of a saying that is often said among mortals.
"The white jade capital in the sky has twelve cities on the fifth floor. Immortals caress my head, and I will be blessed with eternal life."
She looked in front of her. In front of her was a red gold gate with a large drum hanging in the air.
The surrounding scenery is extremely elegant and exudes otherworldly elegance.
The name is connected to the long scenery of the heavenly court, and the atmosphere is connected to the palace. The hanging pond is full of dew, and the covered roof is heavily covered with auspicious clouds.
Then he looked at the red gold gate and there was a plaque with the word "Holy Demon" clearly written on it.
The pen was strong and powerful, like a soaring real dragon, swirling the surrounding spiritual energy. A cursory glance made Pei Xihe's eyes sting.
She couldn't help but yearn for it when she thought of the woman in her memory who looked like she was looking down at the sky, killing the blazing demon with just one finger.
And how to open the door to the central palace?
But he saw that Pei Xihe was not alone here. Three people were already here, and at the same time, a golden light came from a distance, and it was the fifth person who arrived.
The fifth person was a young man with an immature face. When he saw the extraordinary palace here, he let out an exclamation.
The three people who arrived first were two men and one woman. The female cultivator was dressed as a Kun Dao cultivator and held a fly whisk in her arms. Although she was a demon cultivator, she was very pure and elegant, giving people a feeling of being inaccessible and transcending external objects.
One of the other two men looked like he was in his early twenties, wearing black clothes, a silver sword, and a white jade ring around his waist.
The other person was holding a big cattail leaf fan in his hand. He looked like he was in his early forties or fifties, and he was shaking the cattail leaf fan, which showed his vicissitudes of life.
The young man shook his head and stepped forward, showing an expression of extreme curiosity about his surroundings. He saw surprise in Pei Xihe's eyes.
"My little friend, how did you reach the realm of divine transformation to enter this Holy Demon Palace?"
Among the four people here except her, this young man cultivated himself to overcome the tribulation, and he was filled with the aura of a fairy spirit. He was obviously of extraordinary origin.
The other three are all in the late stage of Mahayana cultivation, with Na Kun Taoist girl being the most advanced.
The two male cultivators also carry fairy spiritual energy, but the female cultivator and Pei Xihe do not have it. They should be from the Xiaoqian World.
It is understandable that this Qingyi female cultivator has extraordinary cultivation, but how can Pei Xihe, a cultivator in the late stage of divine transformation, gather enough demon blood to come here?
When Pei Xihe heard the young man-looking cultivator's question, a dark light flashed in his eyes.
But he saw that the three people from before were also looking at this place, obviously very interested, and wanted to know how she entered this palace.
She bowed her hands to the four cultivators and said with a smile, "It's just luck."
Pei Xihe had some speculations in his mind, but he had to verify them first.
But I saw the male cultivator in black in his early twenties frowning and saying, "You can say whatever I ask you to say. Even a mere cultivator of transformation dares to show off in front of us. Be careful, we will kill you with one palm strike."
But this sentence confirmed what Pei Xihe was thinking.
She smiled brightly.
"Then this fellow Taoist is here."
"you!?"
A dark light flashed in the female cultivator's eyes. The female cultivator in golden clothes was an alert person and had already noticed something fishy.
Pei Xihe's face was extremely beautiful, with natural respect and power between his brows.
"As you said, I am just a mere god. Since fellow Taoist is a Mahayana practitioner, based on your attitude and temperament, I really want to know why you are not directly searching for your soul."
She was obviously from the Small Thousand World. How could these Mahayana monks from the Immortal Realm be afraid of the elders coming to visit her? Of course not.
Therefore, Pei Xihe guessed that monks were not allowed to fight with each other here.
The male cultivator waving the cattail leaf fan said: "You girl, you should be alert. Yes, this place has been banned by the Holy Demon Emperor, and no cultivators can attack each other."
"If you want to seize opportunities, you need to rely on your own abilities. Saints and demons hate fighting among themselves."
He looked at the big drum at the door, and a bit of light shone in his originally slightly cloudy eyes.
Gu Nanzheng looked at the childish-looking young man and snorted coldly.
"This fellow Taoist is over 280 years old, and he's acting so young. It's really disgusting."
When Tang Gu was pointed out by him, his expression didn't change much, and he didn't make much excuse. There was only a hint of gloom in the depths of his eyes, which was not noticed by outsiders.
The male cultivator in black, who was pushed back by Pei Xihe's sharp words, had a gloomy look on his face, with demonic aura surrounding him. He seemed to be angry, projecting a bone-chilling murderous intention, but he did not take action because he was afraid of the rules of this place.
The Kun Dao female cultivator only spoke at this point.
"Xiaodao is friendly, you can call me Jianyuan Sanren."
"If you want to advance to the palace here, it's like beating this big drum with your own power, and it takes five people to be present and the numbers of the five elements on the five futon mountains to activate the magic drum."
"The three of us have been waiting for you two for a long time."
Just when he saw the large red drum hanging in the air, there were patterns of black dragons and golden phoenixes circling on it. The aura was vast, and he didn't know what kind of material the drumhead was made of.
There are five futons on the stage in front of it, and five people have to activate their mana at the same time to activate the big drum.
Therefore, Gu Nanzheng, Gong Yuan's scattered people, and Yan Fei have been waiting here for more than a month for the arrival of the fourth and fifth people, but they didn't expect that the two of them would arrive all at once.
Yan Fei was also thinking about this. Even though Pei Xihe had offended him and had murderous intentions in his heart, he still calmed down his anger and said, "Since the five of them have arrived, don't waste your time."
Fan Yuan Sanren looked at Pei Xihe and Tang Gu and said with a smile: "Can you please help me from two fellow Taoists?"
Those who come here have gone through hardships and dangers to collect the remaining blood of the real demon, just to step into the Holy Demon Palace to find the supreme opportunity. No matter how much they think about it, they will not refuse, so they nodded in agreement at the same time.
Fan Yuan Sanren waved his whisk and said something kindly.
"good."
The five people swept forward and each landed on five futons.
Pei Xihe occupied the main fire of the futon. She urged her magic power to flow into the futon, and then shot out a red ray of light from her direction and fell on the big drum.
Then, the black light of water, the green light of wood, the white light of gold, and the yellow light of earth all fell on the big drum.
There seemed to be a clear sound, and the black dragon pattern and golden wind seal on the big drum floated brilliantly.
The man with the cattail leaf fan stepped forward and said, "Within one stick of incense, this drum can be played by practitioners. Fellow Taoists, I will take the first step."
He threw out the cattail leaf fan in his hand, whirled around and punched the big drum brazenly.
It seemed like a breeze was blowing, but it was like a sudden pressure from a sacred mountain.
Bang!
The rhyme of the Tao flowed, turning into the rules of the mountains and rivers, and suddenly fell on it, making a deep sound.
The black dragon was swimming around the drum like a living creature, and the golden phoenix was also flying. The sound of dragon and phoenix echoed, and a ray of light shot out from the crack of the door, enveloping his figure into the hall.
Long Yuan Sanren flew up, his face was pure and his posture was elegant.
She held the fly whisk in her left hand, but she waved out the long sleeve of her Taoist robe with her right hand. It seemed as if there was a magic sound rolling in it without any trace of it. It actually condensed into runes and hit the drum surface.
It was the same sound, but much louder than that of the man with the cattail leaf fan.
(End of chapter)
