Qianfo remained calm and collected, and Wenlong was just as cunning as he was.
As the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain. Regardless of your usefulness, do you think you can escape today? You little brat! Who will devour whom is still uncertain. Their eyes met calmly, but hidden in their depths were things only they could understand.
"Since that's the case, let's begin. Demon King, please tell me what you plan to do first?" Straightening up, Wen Long raised his eyebrows and still looked coldly at Qian Fo opposite him. "These two people are probably extremely difficult to deal with. I'm not afraid of being laughed at by the Demon King. Back then, I used every means possible, not only to drive him away, but also to try to eliminate him as soon as possible. However, he still managed to escape cleverly in the end. Therefore, I must obtain the Everlasting Ointment to fulfill my own needs, and then destroy him so that he will never have a chance to rise again."
"Actually, I also have my own unspeakable difficulties. As long as I obtain the Everlasting Ointment and increase my power, the Water Tribe will truly become my palace..." Qianfo said, raising his hand to touch his neck. Seeing that the other party was looking at him, he quickly lowered his hand, seemingly intentionally not wanting the other party to see through his disguise. "I have an irreconcilable hatred with their family, and I must vent this anger."
After this conversation, the two instantly felt like brothers in arms. Since they shared the same goal, the distance between them seemed to have shortened considerably.
"Since we all share a common goal, we should work together. I won't hide it from you, the tool you need is missing one thing. Only when you get that thing will the tool be perfect."
"Oh? Then tell me, what else do you need?" Qianfo's eyes widened, and he raised his high-bridged eyebrows.
"Illusion, Spirit, Pill!" Wen Long uttered three words.
Upon hearing these three words, Qianfo was secretly startled.
"If I'm not mistaken, the Demon King has likely already set his sights on the Illusionary Spirit Pill." Just what I feared has come to pass; the Spirit King actually knows me and has also set his sights on the Illusionary Spirit Pill.
"Ah, well, if we find them, wouldn't they come in handy?" The Demon King's eyes darted around, and as he spoke, he suddenly stood up. "Could you show me your tools?"
It seems this cunning old fox is intentionally changing the subject, which shows that what Firebird said was true.
"Well," the Spirit King seemed to hesitate.
"Do you think I'm afraid you'll steal it?" The Demon King glanced at the Spirit King and sneered. "Even if I am the most capable, how could I possibly get to a place like the Spirit King's under normal circumstances?"
"Alright, as long as the Demon King has the guts, I will take you there." The Spirit King looked up and finally agreed readily. After getting up, he turned back to look at the Demon King.
“I’ve seen it all, so there’s no need for the Spirit King to concern himself with it,” the Demon King said, standing up and leaving the white stone chair.
Upon seeing this, King Ling raised his hand and waved it aside, signaling Thousand Buddhas to move aside.
Then he raised his right arm and flicked his sleeve. With a loud crash, the chair that had been for the two of them to sit on folded down and disappeared.
After the stone chair disappeared, only an empty space remained on the platform where the two had been, surrounded by swirling black and white mist.
"Follow me." The Spirit King turned around and walked northeast through the mist without looking back.
His figure was instantly half-submerged.
The Demon King quickly followed, thinking to himself that sometimes people are bold because they can see danger, but at this moment, the area ahead was completely submerged, and he couldn't see anything at all.
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