Feeling the roar of the hurricane outside the cave that made him feel chilled, Tang Furen was extremely speechless.
Based on his knowledge, he can judge that with his current methods, trying to escape from this place under the pull of the hurricane and return to the top again is tantamount to wishful thinking.
But if he lives here for a long time, even if he is not frozen by the cold breath, the soul power in his body will be consumed by the omnipresent devouring power of souls.
After standing at the entrance of the cave for a long time, Tang Furen worked hard to regain his composure, and then with a calm mind, he walked towards the huge piece of ice in the cave.
Tang Furen had naturally seen this huge piece of crystal ice for a long time.
However, he did not sense the slightest energy fluctuation on the ice, and knew that it was not a natural treasure. Although he did not know why it appeared in the cave, he did not take it to heart.
In this hurricane-roaring mountain stream, he didn't think there would be monks or any restrictions.
When Tang Furen approached the tall piece of ice and his huge spiritual consciousness was completely enveloped on it, his calm face suddenly changed, and his figure even took a few steps back involuntarily.
He actually glanced at a tall figure in the tall and huge ice in front of him.
In this already weird place, he suddenly saw a scene that should not exist. Tang Furen's already frightened heart naturally trembled.
After all, Tang Furen was a great monk, and the fear in his heart was quickly suppressed by him.
His consciousness was locked on the ice in front of him, and he did not move for a long time.
Although there was a tall body in the ice, there was no aura in that body, and not even the slightest energy fluctuation was revealed, as if it was just a mummy sealed inside by the ice.
Seeing this, Tang Furen slowly withdrew his consciousness and began to think about how to return to the ground.
After several attempts, no matter what methods he used, he could not fly fifty feet away from the cave, and twice he almost fell into the mountain stream below. Under this condition, he no longer had the slightest idea of flying away from the mountain stream.
But the rocks here are extremely tough, and even if he sacrifices his magic weapon, he can only cut off some debris.
Although he has powerful spiritual insects like the Skeleton Butterfly on his body, he is powerless against the rock. The rocks here can hinder the ability to use earth escape magical powers.
Tang Furen wanted to escape from the rock, but was ruthlessly given up.
As time passed slowly, although he had a divine soul technique in his body, the aura that had the ability to devour the divine soul all the time was still bothering him.
Feeling that the soul power in his body was being consumed bit by bit, Tang Furen's heart was slowly shrinking.
He knew in his heart that if things continued like this, it wouldn't be long before the power of the soul in his body was exhausted and he would completely fall into this cave.
Looking at the huge ice, Tang Furen had the urge to see what was sealed in the ice. And as he gradually developed despair, this impulse gradually grew.
Finally, before his death, Tang Furen decided to break the ice and see what his neighbor would look like after his death.
Seeing the ice in front of him peeling off layer by layer under the cutting of his own magic weapon, Tang Furen felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart. The haze that had lasted for several days seemed to have disappeared.
This feeling was inexplicable even to Tang Furen, who was a great monk.
As the ice became thinner and thinner, the tall figure sealed inside finally slowly appeared in front of him. Seeing the tall demonic figure slowly emerging inside, Tang Furen didn't even feel the slightest fear.
But when a crisp sound suddenly resounded and the last layer of ice shattered, Tang Furen, who was caught in a strange feeling, finally quickly backed away with a cry of surprise.
At this time, Tang Furen finally regained consciousness again.
Just now, he was unknowingly controlled by some strange energy, and he had no idea what it was doing. At this time, he was suddenly awakened by the crisp sound, and his vigilance immediately surged into his heart.
At this time, Tang Furen felt even more frightened in his heart.
"You...are you from the demon world?" Tang Furen's words became incoherent as he looked at the tall, evil-faced figure standing in front of him, motionless, but with his aura revealed and covered in scales.
The tall demon did not answer Tang Furen's question, but there seemed to be a dull look in his eyes, and the aura all over his body was extremely disordered. From the pressure on him, it can be seen that he is a person in the middle stage of Demon Lord.
After the initial panic, Tang Furen finally calmed down.
"Hahaha, this Holy Lord has not died. Old man Yehua, you must be very disappointed. Boy, who are you? Is this still the time of the Holy World War?"
The tall demon monk did not answer Tang Furen's question. Instead, he laughed wildly, his eyes flashed out, he looked at Tang Furen, and said in a very cold tone.
When Tang Furen heard the self-proclaimed person in front of him, his head suddenly roared loudly.
Holy Lord, that is a title that only a person from the Mahayana of the true demon world can have. Could it be that the demon in front of him is actually a Mahayana monk of the true demon world?
The fear in my heart disappeared again only for a moment. This place is the land of the Immortal Mountain, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone who has cultivated beyond the peak of Huaying to exist here. Tang Furen naturally knew this.
From this, it can be inferred that the person in front of him is absolutely impossible to be above the level of aggregation.
But after hearing what the other party said about the Holy World War, Tang Furen's calm mind became tense again.
"Holy Lord, isn't it possible that the senior is a Mahayana monk from the real demon world?"
The Holy Realm War is exactly what the upper realm monks call the Three Realm War. At this time, Tang Furen no longer had the slightest doubt that the demon in front of him was a saint. But he still asked.
"Hmph, a mere junior from the human race dares to ask questions in front of this Holy Lord. If it had been before, I would have taken your life long ago. However, this time I appear in this world, you have also made some achievements. This Holy Lord, Just let bygones be bygones, yes, I am the Sansha Saint. I can answer what I just asked you."
After hearing the words of the demon in front of him, Tang Furen swayed and almost fell down.
Of course he knew the name of Sansha Saint from the classics. He never thought that the Sansha Holy Lord, who was said to have fallen in the war of the three realms, would actually be standing in front of him at this time.
"Reporting back to my seniors, this place is within the Immortal Mountain Secret Realm of the Immortal Mountain Sect, and the three-party war in the Holy Realm that my seniors mentioned has been unknown for tens of thousands of years. And this place is just a low-level interface. It’s just the human world.”
Tang Furen was only stunned for a moment, then hurriedly told the truth.
Although the demon in front of him seemed to be in an unstable state and was only at the middle stage of transforming into an infant, he did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.
As a Mahayana monk, even if his cultivation level dropped suddenly, it was not caused by him casually offending a Transformation Infant cultivator at this time.
"What? You mean this is a place in the human world. How could the secret treasure of the Immortal Mountain Sect be left in the interface of the human world? Did something big happen to the Immortal Mountain Sect?"
Sansha Shengzun is indeed worthy of the name of the Holy Lord. Just from Tang Furen's words, he can guess some of the truth.
