Chapter 382: The new master of the Hundred Immortals, come to the table for dinner

Zheng Fa looked at Hao Ri Mountain's Dao Fruit out of fear.

Although Senior Sister Zhang didn't say anything and the two of them didn't even make eye contact, how could Zheng Fa not understand her concerns?

This Hao Rishan Daoguo who has been standing by and watching might have bad intentions.

Fortunately, this person now looks much friendlier - that smile is like meeting a loved one or friend.

The sweetness made him feel uneasy: due to his limited knowledge, Zheng Fa actually didn't quite understand what the bloody rain in front of him meant.

Fortunately, this Hao Rishan Daoguo gave him the answer.

"The Great Free Demon King, who even Venerable Tianhe failed to kill, died in your hands..." He still had a smile on his face, but his tone couldn't help but tremble a little, "Master Zheng..."

"This is the first Dao Fruit to die since this era, or even since the last era."

He seemed to be praising Zheng Fa, but also seemed to be testing him.

But Zheng Fa was also confused - I don't know! Objectively speaking, the battle of Jiushan Realm used the three great Daoguo-level forces of Qingjing Bamboo, Fusang Wood and Qingping Sword, which was very powerful.

But what defeated the Great Free Demon King was the weirdness in his own body, or in other words, the hidden trick left by the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor.

Did the Great Free Demon King really die in his own hands? He looked into the distance, in the direction of the ocean. Where were Chen Ting and the Netherworld Immortal who hadn't appeared? ...

Half an incense stick ago.

On an island, there stands an altar. The altar is made of rough black rock and is carved with totems of various animals. The patterns on the totems are a dark red color with varying degrees of light and dark, as if real blood is flowing.

The Abi Sword was inserted into the altar, also emitting a dim light, as if it was thirsty for the blood on the altar.

Chen Ting and the Netherworld Immortal Qin Mu stood in front of the altar.

As a cautious person who had just been resurrected, although Zheng Fa's strength was still far from his, the Great Free Demon King still had a backup plan:

Well, mainly because he didn't know Zheng Fa's background...

The demons have just joined and have not yet gained his trust.

In the eyes of the Great Free Demon Ancestor, Chen Ting and Youmingxian are both loyal and courageous.

They are the only two left in the Great Freedom Demon Sect, and they can still lead me away!

Worth trusting!

Chen Ting and Youmingxian also felt that the Great Free Demon King had very good vision.

What is strange is that although Chen Ting is only a golden elixir, the great master of transformation, the Netherworld Immortal, has been standing behind him, as if he is the master.

Especially the dark pupils in Chen Ting's eyes, which made him dare not even look up.

At the moment when Zheng Fa stabbed the Great Free Demon King, Chen Ting spoke. The voice was neither male nor female, and seemed unreal: "It's time."

"yes!"

The Netherworld Immortal responded respectfully, and the two of them knelt in front of the altar, chanting in low voices.

The two people's prayers were very low at first, so low that even the dust under their knees could not be heard.

It was very high, so high that even the sea of ​​clouds in the sky were shaken into pieces.

The light on the Abi Sword changed from dark red to black gradually. The black was so pure that it seemed bright, making people dare not look closely.

At this moment, wisps of talismans came from all directions, forming the phantom of the Great Free Demon King.

There was still a wound on his chest, but his eyes were still calm, just a little confused.

Upon seeing the Abi Sword, the Great Freedom Demon King's eyes showed joy, and he pounced towards the Abi Sword, wanting to combine it with his own natal immortal sword.

The Abi Sword remained motionless, appearing extremely loyal, until... the black light suddenly expanded, and in just one bite, it devoured the phantom of the Great Freedom Demon King.

"who?"

At this moment, the Great Free Demon King had realized that something was wrong. He struggled in the black light, but was unable to resist and could only roar out two words.

He turned his head sharply and his eyes fell on Chen Ting and Youmingxian. If he still couldn't see that there was something wrong with these two people at this moment, he would be a fool.

The Nether Immortal didn't dare to look up, but Chen Ting looked straight into his eyes.

At this moment, the Great Free Demon King even guessed the person behind the scenes: "Jiuyou!"

"Only you can hide it..."

The shadow under Chen Ting flashed, and a figure slowly walked out of the shadow.

No one could see the man's face or his figure clearly.

But that pair of eyes was brightly imprinted in the hearts of the three people present - those eyes seemed to contain the most intense emotions between heaven and earth, yet extremely indifferent, like ice condensed on a river of magma.

"It's really you!"

The spiritual talismans on the Great Freedom Demon King's body stubbornly separated and combined, trying hard to resist the invasion of the black light, but the wound on his chest became his biggest flaw.

The black light was like a cold poisonous snake, winding its way through his body.

"You are the one who resurrected me?"

"You planted your Tao fruit in my body?"

"Why ..."

The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor didn't seem to be in a hurry, and actually answered his question. The voice was neither male nor female, it was the same voice that Chen Ting had made before: "If you don't resurrect, how can you die?"

"If you don't die..."

“How can I achieve the ultimate treasure?”

He pointed his finger, and a black, ancient book flew into the air. There were three ancient characters written on the book, and even the Netherworld Immortal couldn't recognize what they meant.

But the Great Free Demon King understood immediately: "Book of Life and Death?"

The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor chuckled, and as he watched his shadow grow dimmer, he seemed somewhat pleased, and nodded, praising him: "As expected of you, you are the Great Freedom."

The Great Free Demon King's face was full of enlightenment and bitterness.

"Controlling the life and death of all living beings, and controlling the cause and effect of the world... You actually mastered this supreme treasure?"

"It didn't work." Nine Nether Demon Ancestor said, "If Daoguo doesn't die, how can we talk about the life and death of all living beings?"

"If the five sects don't perish, how can we control the cause and effect of the world?"

When the Netherworld Immortal heard this, he buried his head in the ground. After hearing this, to fully master the Book of Life and Death, it was not enough to die a great freedom? He also had to complete the Five Sects of Xuanwei?

He just felt that his ancestor's ideas were too grand and put a lot of pressure on him.

The Great Free Demon King suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and at this moment, he actually laughed: "Do you want to complete the Book of Life and Death?"

"Or do you want to avenge Tianhe?"

"You have been hiding for an epoch."

“…”

The Netherworld Immortal wished he could dig a hole and bury himself.

It's related to the Venerable Tianhe...

Otherwise, let's talk about how to kill Tai Shang Dao? He is very familiar with this sect!

The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor did not answer, but just pointed his finger at the Book of Life and Death. The Book of Life and Death opened, and a page of paper was revealed.

There are densely written words on it:

"Zhou Yun, 1.36 million years old, studied Taoism in his early years and was extremely talented. Unfortunately, his master suffered a disaster and he became a scattered cultivator. He remained unswerving in his determination..."

"He is a 50,000-year-old demon ancestor who has killed all his enemies. No one in the world can look up to him. Countless people have died because of him..."

"It is proven that the Demon King...was seriously injured by the Qingping Sword and died from the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor."

A page of paper recorded Da Zizai's too long life. He turned his eyes over the page. There were complicated emotions in Da Zizai's eyes. The Avici sword in his wound devoured the talismans around his body.

It started raining blood from the sky.

The Great Free Demon King looked at the bloody rain that was burying him and suddenly laughed.

"Jiuyou, do you regret Tianhe?"

The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor was silent for a while before speaking: "He will never regret it."

"I have no regrets either."

These were the last words left by the Great Free Demon King.

After a while, only the Abi Sword remained on the altar, and there was no trace of the Demon King anymore.

The Book of Life and Death standing in the void became more and more mysterious. Countless ghosts came from all directions in the sky and on the earth, turning into short sentences, recording life and death.

The previous Ten Thousand Demons Banner was extremely powerful, but in the eyes of the Nether Immortal, this Book of Life and Death gave him a different feeling: he felt that his life grew in this book and would also return to this book...

The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor reached out, flipped through the Book of Life and Death, put it into his sleeve, and looked at Chen Ting again. Chen Ting stood up and picked up the Abi Sword.

The Netherworld Immortal standing by looked at his nose and his heart, seemingly not caring at all.

The two followed behind the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor and looked at the battlefield between Zheng Fa and the Great Freedom Demon Emperor.

The Netherworld Immortal couldn't help but think wildly: Up to now, he still didn't understand why the Holy Ancestor hid in the dark:

Or is there still a lack of strength?

Or maybe…

He thought about what the Great Free Demon King had said. Was the relationship between Nine Nether Demon Ancestor and Tianhe Venerable not a secret? Was it feared by the major immortal sects? Had to hide it? In this case, if people knew that the Great Free Demon King died at the hands of the Saint Ancestor...

It is unclear whether the Holy Ancestor can withstand the consequences.

Qin Mu was very scared! It was hard to guess what the Holy Ancestor was thinking.

The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor looked over there for a moment, as if he was looking at Zheng Fa, and suddenly he chuckled, which turned into a dark night.

The night was only a moment long, and when daylight came again, he had disappeared without a trace, taking the two of them with him.

Zheng Fa failed to see the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor, but saw a very unexpected person——

Leiyin Temple has no end.

Wuzhi was not discovered by Zheng Fa, but by Luo Shangxian from Haori Mountain.

Wuzhi smiled awkwardly, with the Supreme Bowl on his head, cursing Da Zizai in his heart for not living up to expectations.

He and Da Zizai joined forces, intending to target Zheng Fa. Da Zizai, the Demon Emperor, only wanted the Demon Emperor Dao Fruit, and he wanted the Qingjing Bamboo. Regardless, the cooperation was going smoothly.

Everything was fine, but the problem was:

The immortal Luo from Haori Mountain has arrived.

Therefore, the Great Free Demon King asked him to hide in the dark and guard against Luo Shangxian's actions, especially to prevent this person from seizing the Fusang Wood.

There is nothing wrong with this plan:

The problem is that the Great Free Demon King died too quickly!

There's no point in leaving him here alone.

Wuzhi felt that he had never been so miserable in his life. He looked at Zheng Fa with unconcealable fear in his eyes.

Obviously, he, like Luo Shangxian, was also upset because of the death of the Great Free Demon King...

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Feeling scared.

Zheng Fa looked at Wu Zhi, then turned his head and glanced at Luo Shangxian on the other side, but did not say much. He looked at the people on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and said loudly to Qingmu Zong and other Hundred Immortals Alliance monks:

"Assign disciples to guide the refugees, count their numbers, and treat their injuries."

Tens of thousands of demons died at the hands of their own Demon King. The sea water had just receded, and the earth was in ruins.

The cultivators were fine, but the mortals at this time were far from out of danger.

The farmland has been turned into a swamp and half of the house has been washed away.

It is conceivable that without follow-up measures, hunger and disease will take the lives of these survivors.

If it were before, even if Zheng Fa had thought about it, he would not have the extra energy to care about it, just like other immortal sects rarely cared about it.

But now that he has become the leader of the Hundred Immortals Alliance, things are naturally different.

The leader of Qingmu Sect and other monks looked at each other, seemed a little uncomfortable, and were even a little hesitant for a moment.

But when Zheng Fa looked at them, the group of people shrank their necks and suddenly realized one thing:

There was no objection to the fact that the Great Free Demon King was killed by Zheng Fa...

Can they have any opinion?

Dare to have an opinion?

A group of monks descended from the clouds, walked into the mortal world, and began to comfort the people and treat the wounded.

Seeing that they were still obedient, Zheng Fa allocated another batch of food from the Jiushan Realm to distribute to these disaster victims.

Zhao Jingfan followed behind his senior brother and walked among the mortals.

To be honest, I don't feel very good.

The two counties were flooded, and most of the people died, but there were also over 100,000 survivors gathered here.

The sounds of crying, praying, and wailing surrounded their ears.

The smell of blood, earth, and the sweat of some people was a bit suffocating.

There were also some floating corpses crowded at their feet. Their pale faces and rotten bodies made Zhao Jingfan feel creepy.

The senior brother in front of Zhao Jingfan couldn't help but throw out a Qingqi Talisman, and said in distress: "With so many injuries, how long will it take to treat them?"

He didn't know either, and his heart was full of sorrow.

Senior Sister Zhang in the sky gently waved the Qingjing Bamboo, and golden light rained down on this hell on earth.

The wailing gradually subsided.

The unpleasant smell was blown away by the wind, leaving only the fresh fragrance of bamboo leaves.

Many people's minor wounds began to heal spontaneously.

Zhao Jingfan was shocked - this job is much easier! Qing Mu Zong is very good at alchemy, and naturally has some research on medicine.

His senior brother took out a pill, dissolved it in the water in the bowl, and with a wave of his sleeves, the water in the bowl dispersed into a column and fell on the dozens of people in front of him.

A woman who had just broken her shin bone while running opened her eyes and stood up.

There was also a man whose half of his arm was scraped off by a tree branch in the flood. He was touching his intact right arm in ecstasy.

As a result, with one bowl of elixir water, dozens of seriously injured mortals were healed immediately. They were happy and terrified. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhao Jingfan and others.

Zhao Jingfan couldn't help feeling a little happy.

But when he looked at his senior brother in front of him, he found that he had a sullen face and seemed extremely impatient with these mortals.

"Brother?"

His senior brother's lips moved slightly, and he looked at Zheng Fa in the sky with fear. He seemed to remember his relationship with Zheng Fa, and he forced a smile and said, "I just... feel sorry for the pills."

Zhao Jingfan lowered his eyes and looked at the other cultivators of Qingmu Sect. The expressions on their faces were similar to those of this senior brother.

He immediately understood what they were thinking.

That's normal I guess.

Not to mention that they didn't have the awareness of saving mortals before. Even if they did, the Qingmu Sect had suffered a disaster and there were not many supplies left, and every pill they used would be one less.

Zheng Fa asked them to treat these ordinary people, but he was afraid that many people would not be willing to do so.

It was just that the strength displayed by Zheng Fa was so strong that they dared not complain.

He glanced at Zheng Fa and pursed his lips.

…

Zheng Fa didn't know what the monks below were thinking, and even if he knew, he didn't care.

He always felt that monks were supported by the common people - not only in terms of collecting taxes and grain, but also in many other matters. It was only during his practice in the Nine Mountains that he figured it out:

To use an analogy, aura belongs.

In Zheng Fa's opinion, the Xuanwei Realm is actually very vague in many systems, which is of course due to historical reasons.

Aura, he still hasn't fully understood the nature of this thing, but in the Xuanwei Realm, aura is almost equivalent to a component of air.

Does the spiritual energy belong to the cultivators, or to all the people of Xuanwei? Then, what about the spiritual veins? What about the spiritual fields? Most of the chaos in the Hundred Immortals Alliance before was caused by this ambiguous system.

There are many things that he would not think deeply about if he did not manage the Nine Mountains Realm.

He didn't even think about how to influence and shape the Hundred Immortals Alliance, and he wouldn't give it too much thought.

He didn't mean to say that it was absolutely fair, but in reality, there was too much unfairness between the cultivators and ordinary people in the Xuanwei Realm, and between power and obligations.

Take the Great Free Demon Emperor for example… He caused chaos several times, and at least hundreds of millions of mortals died.

No one cared about these casualties, and even most sects like the Baixian League chose to let them fend for themselves.

But rationally speaking, without these mortals, the Hundred Immortals Alliance will have great problems recruiting disciples in the future.

From an emotional point of view... I don't like it.

…

As saving lives was the most important thing, Zheng Fa first ignored Wuzhi and Luo Shangxian of Hao Rishan, but these two parties were staring at Zheng Fa all the time.

Seeing that he cared so much about these mortals, the two sides reacted differently, but neither of them cared much.

After a moment, the head monk Mingde suddenly stared at Wuzhi and asked in a cold voice: "Why are you here?"

Zheng Fa also looked over curiously.

You know, Wuzhi came here because Qingjingzhu had backstabbed Taishangdao in the past, so now... his target is actually easy to guess.

Wuzhi's forehead was sparkling, how could he dare to tell the truth? "I..." Wuzhi gritted his teeth, suddenly remembered something, and said, "I'm here to invite Master Zheng to attend the Five Sects Alliance Meeting!"

Five sects alliance?

Zheng Fa blinked, not quite understanding.

But Luo Shangxian and others on the side had a slight change of expression and looked at Zheng Fa, as if they were reminded of something.

Zheng Fa looked towards them.

The head of Mingde explained to him, "The Five Sects' Alliance is because the Great Free Demon Ancestor has resurrected. The situation in Xuanwei will change. The Five Sects of Xuanwei want to eliminate misunderstandings and discuss how to fight against the Demon Sect. This is a meeting."

"As you can tell from the name, only the Five Xuanwei Sects can participate."

Zheng Fa thought about Mu Qingyan’s “memory” and suddenly understood: high emotional intelligence, eliminating misunderstandings.

Low EQ, dividing up the territory.

Although the immortal sect is full of contradictions, they seem to be relatively united in suppressing the demon sect.

Wuzhi means that after this battle, Zheng Fa and the others are qualified to sit at the table and eat?

He looked at Wuzhi, knowing that what this man said was probably nonsense.

But... Luo Shangxian's expression was not like that. He looked at Zheng Fa and nodded continuously, as if he felt that what Wu Zhi said made sense.

It seemed that this person was actually frightened by the death of the Great Freedom Demon King.

Wu Zhi continued, "Master Zheng's strength is comparable to that of Daoguo, and he has also eliminated the scourge of Da Zi for my Xuanwei Realm. I think that Master Zheng's strength and merits are enough to qualify him to attend the Five Sects Alliance..."

Behind Master Mingde, Master Tongming, who had never dared to get involved in such high-level games, twitched his lips.

He had toiled for tens of thousands of years, dreaming of the Hundred Immortals Alliance becoming the sixth Xuanwei Sect. In the end, his dream was shattered and he became disheartened. This dream only ended in his drunken talk.

Today, he suddenly found a shortcut: give it to Zheng Fa. Without him, the Hundred Immortals Alliance would immediately become the sixth of Xuanwei!

Who dares to disobey?

His face couldn't help but reveal a kind of relief full of sadness...

(End of this chapter)