The old Yinhuo demon's spiritual power was almost exhausted at this time.
First, he fought with many masters in Ziyazhou to seize the mirror in the Yin-Yang Realm.
Later, he started a life-and-death battle with his old enemy, Xue Wushuang, the master of the Ice Palace.
After being seriously injured, he was infected with the Ice Soul Cold Poison and fled for half a month.
It can be said to be extremely embarrassing.
After holding on for so long, his body began to stagger and become shaky.
He stuffed the pills in the mustard seed Sumeru bag into his mouth as if they were free, regardless of whether they were used to replenish spiritual power.
With the help of the medicine, his flying speed suddenly increased!
Finally, the tall and majestic Qingtian Peak seemed to be right in front of us.
Due to the cover of the divine machine moving the Dao disk,
It was not until he got closer that he saw the wonder of Qingtian Peak.
The entire fairy mountain was filled with extremely rich spiritual energy, and divine light flashed everywhere, dotted like stars, and it was extremely majestic.
Just by looking at it, he had the illusion that his thirst was quenched by looking at the plum and his spiritual power was restored.
There was actually a shadow of a great beast from ancient times in the sky, fighting for life and death.
Although it is just an illusion, one can actually sense the myriad principles of the Dao when looking at it from a distance.
In such a blessed place, just spitting on it can awaken one's mind and enable one to practice Taoism.
Qingtian Peak even surpasses those legendary ancient Taoist temples and relics of the Immortal Dynasty in Zhongsheng State!
If it dares to claim second place.
There is no paradise in the world that dares to claim to be the best.
Compared to this place, the Duyin Volcano in my own home is simply a large wood-burning stove.
"The one who can possess this blessed land must be a powerful being beyond all compare in the world!"
"Perhaps... what the old master said is true. The seniors living here can really help me survive this disaster!"
His heart was filled with hope again.
The Dharma Golden Elixir circulates at high speed, squeezing out the last potential.
The cluster of flames under his feet suddenly extended several feet, and the powerful propulsion made him shoot straight towards the Qingtian Peak like a beam of light.
Behind him, a stream of white light was chasing closely.
The distance between the two also decreased from a hundred miles to less than ten miles.
Looking at the fairy mountain in front of me, I feel the rich spiritual power emanating from it.
Xue Wushuang's cold expression, as if frozen for ten thousand years, suddenly relaxed, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.
"If my secret realm of ice and snow were like this one, my extreme cold power would definitely be able to reach a higher level and even reach the Saint level!"
But soon, the greed in her eyes turned into vigilance.
"Among these millions of immortal mountains, there is actually such a blessed and beautiful place."
"That old demon fled here, I'm afraid he already knew about this place..."
Although Xue Wushuang was filled with confusion, she did not slow down at all.
This old demon Yinhuo is her mortal enemy, and the two have fought each other more than once.
This is not only a fateful bond, but also the will of heaven.
If one side can kill the other, both will gain huge benefits.
Soon, she discovered that there were many powerful monsters outside this fairy mountain, including some monster kings above the 25th level of the Dharma Realm.
Although with her level of cultivation, she doesn't need to worry about it at all, she still feels suspicious.
These are the big demons who were just listening to enlightenment outside.
"There must be something strange here!"
With their speed, they had already reached the top of Qingtian Peak in just a breath.
The old demon Yinhuo saw at a glance that there was an open area in the fairy mountain with a cliff on it.
The entire open area was covered by a layer of light green field, and the time principles contained in it made the old demon terrified.
There are densely packed creatures and small animals at the foot of the cliff. It seems that the shadows of the ancient beasts were all caused by these seemingly harmless little creatures.
On the cliff, a young man with the same aura as an ordinary person was lying on a bamboo chair, holding a golden cup in his hand, looking leisurely and contented.
A young man with an astonishing aura sat cross-legged beside him, but his cultivation level was also undetectable.
The two seemed to be drinking together.
But unlike the young man on the bamboo chair, even though they were so far apart, the old demon Yinhuo could still feel the sharpness in the young man's gaze.
"Could that young man be the senior that the old master mentioned?"
The old demon Yinhuo was shocked.
Before he could rush into the mountains to speak.
A huge rooster took off into the air, and its body was growing ten times bigger.
"Is this... a black and yellow chicken?"
The old demon Yinhuo was confused.
He watched the rooster grow bigger and bigger, and by the time it flew in front of him, it had become a thousand feet tall.
A powerful aura rose into the sky.
Directly tear the surrounding space apart.
The old demon Yinhuo was shocked by the soaring momentum. All the spiritual power that he had forcibly squeezed out dissipated instantly. His body softened and he fell directly from the sky.
"Huh? This human is so weak?"
The laji shook his head and actually began to swell up.
"I am the ancient giant chicken that my master personally gave me the name of Laji. I am worthy of being me!"
"It's just right to eat this guy to replenish my energy."
As the chicken opened its beak, a suction force appeared out of nowhere, about to suck him into its mouth and turn him into food.
The old demon Yinhuo was filled with despair.
He shouted loudly with his last bit of strength.
"I am Xiaohuo's descendant!"
Below, Zong Shen, sitting on the bamboo chair, moved his ears slightly.
"Hmm? Little Fire."
A memory came flooding back.
One hundred thousand years ago, before he founded the Tianzong Holy Land, he met Yuan Xiaohuo, who was then the Holy Son of Yangchen Demon Sect, in Zhuoyan Province.
When the two met, as they were both geniuses of the same generation, a fight was inevitable.
But Yuan Xiaohuo was directly crushed by Zong Shen.
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