"Nangong Ye, what are you going to do?" a voice asked strangely.
"Where is Manager Lin?" Nangong Ye looked at the magnificent palace in front of him with half-closed eyes.
"Manager Lin is currently guarding the Holy Mountain. He's already led his men out. How did you get back from the Southern Spiritual Sect so quickly? How did the mission go?"
A middle-aged man in armor walked out of the palace opposite. He had a helmet on his head that sparkled in the sun.
"Today is not the day for Manager Lin to guard the Holy Mountain. How many people did he bring with him?"
Nangong Ye frowned slightly.
"How many more people can you bring? They are the ones who guard the Holy Mountain on a daily basis. If you are worried, then go and take a look. He should have just arrived at the Holy Mountain by now."
The man waved his hand and asked another question.
"Where's the Holy Lord? Didn't he say he was going to meet the people from the Southern Spirit Sect? Why hasn't he returned yet?"
The man was still waiting for the other party to answer, but when he looked up again, Nangong Ye opposite him had disappeared.
"Why is this guy running so fast?" He didn't care and returned to the palace again.
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"This inner voice can actually make a scene from ten thousand years ago appear?"
The deputy demon general who was about to leave stopped. He felt it was very familiar, as if someone had mentioned it before.
"Deputy Demon General, the owner of this inner voice should be Lan Yue, the disciple of the Southern Spiritual Sect that Sister Li met before."
Next to him, there was a demon who had heard the inner voice before, his face was pale. He was the demon who had lurked in the ruins of Jueling Island before, but later escaped.
This voice is very familiar to them.
"Go to other places and see how far this voice reaches. How many people know that the Holy Mountain is about to collapse and have seen the scene of the Central Holy Land ten thousand years ago?"
The deputy demon general warned the other demons.
He now finally realized that this voice in his heart might not be about a traitor appearing on the demon side, nor about how widespread that person's information was.
It's very likely that this person possesses a rare immortal weapon! This immortal weapon can find out the news about the demon clan, so that person knows everything!
This person must not be allowed to survive, this magic weapon must be destroyed!
Fortunately, he brought the Nether Axe with him. With the help of a magic weapon of this level, the chances of success will definitely increase!
The surrounding demons scattered instantly, flew towards the holy mountain, and soon disappeared in the vast snow.
"Don't overthink it. Complete the mission first. If all else fails, we'll have to destroy the Holy Mountain in advance. Without the Holy Mountain's support, the Holy Water will soon disappear!"
The white-robed steward's eyes jumped. He always had a bad feeling.
He had this feeling every time he escaped death, but this time the feeling was particularly strong.
The deputy demon general shook his head: "We can't act rashly. The owner of this inner voice may be nearby. The Southern Spirit Sect will not allow their disciples to come here unprepared. Perhaps this holy mountain has been surrounded by those from the Southern Spirit Sect and the Beiling Holy Land!"
"If we act rashly, not only will the mission fail, but none of our demons will be able to escape!"
It didn't matter if they died here, but both he and the white-robed steward next to him were carrying very important magic weapons.
For example, the Nether Axe in his hand that can cut off the holy mountain, and the explosive magic thunder in the hands of the white-robed demon.
These magic weapons are the key to the demons' attack on the world of cultivation. The loss of a Netherworld Lamp has already caused a headache for the Demon King's Palace. They must not lose magic weapons again!
"What a fuss! I think you, the Southern Demon Tribe, are scared out of your wits by those people. If the Beiling Holy Land and the Southern Spiritual Sect are working together to encircle and suppress us, how could I not receive the information?"
The white-robed steward sneered, "Get out of the way! If you don't dare to awaken this ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit, let me do it!"
"Do you know what you are doing?" the deputy demon general asked angrily.
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[Lan Yue: Oh, I didn't expect this to be the final outcome. No wonder he became a ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit.]
[This holy water was replaced by the demons. The people of the Central Holy Land didn't investigate it carefully. Perhaps they can find the real clues and eliminate the gaps on the demon side.]
Ten thousand years have passed, and the Central Holy Land no longer exists. Even if there were clues, the past has long been buried under the thick snow. Who can hear the cry of that vengeful spirit?
[Luckily I saw this black melon, otherwise no one would have known about it.]
As Lan Yue finished speaking, the scene changed again.
Ten thousand years ago, after the Holy Son of the Central Holy Land was suppressed, his flesh was cut into pieces and buried at the foot of the Holy Mountain. His flowing blood was sprinkled into the holy water he had created...
Even so, Yu Xiu was still alive. He still had a breath left and was struggling to say something.
However, the words and phrases from the people around him completely crushed his spirit.
"You never thought that you would turn my mother into a demon and kill her. Your mother was also pushed into the demonic territory and we watched her being devoured before our eyes."
"Your wife and children committed suicide. We felt unsatisfied, so we fed them all to the demons..."
The moment Yu Xiu died, he completely turned into a vengeful spirit and was suppressed in the mountains.
Those people thought they had vented their anger and laughed wildly.
However, the next moment, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart.
The Demon Lord of the Demon Clan slowly walked out from the black fog. He was huge, even taller than the Holy Mountain. Holding a huge axe in his hand, he chopped fiercely towards the Central Holy Land.
By the time the Holy Land reacted, countless mountains were shaking, huge rocks were collapsing, and rolling down from above.
The once prosperous Central Holy Land fell overnight.
Lan Yue could vaguely see a nine-story formation tower rising in the picture, a white-bearded man holding a huge alchemy cauldron, and a huge fire dragon rising into the sky.
The picture went out completely and the world returned to peace.
However, the people around him could not calm down for a long time.
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