Chapter 593 The Demon Tribe is Coming
Four days later.
Li Weiyi, covered in wounds, stopped at the bank of a river as wide as the sea, where he could not see the other side clearly.
We have arrived at Tiandu River!
The pale blue mist of the Tiandu River's underworld is already visible. Standing here, closing my eyes, I can sense the distortion of time. The inner and outer worlds are undergoing drastic changes.
Wisps of mist, like the silk threads of the cocoon of time, envelope the surrounding heaven and earth.
The river water is clear and flows like a song.
Even at the edge of the underworld, there is a burst of life.
The wetlands along the river are covered with fine-leaved aquatic plants that emit a shimmering glow. They spread to the riverbed dozens of feet away from the shore, making the river water near the shore as brilliant as the starry sky.
“Plop!”
Li Weiyi jumped into the waist-deep water, scooped up the icy river water and rubbed it on his face. Suddenly, his exhausted body and mind regained some freshness and fighting spirit, and his tired eyes brightened again.
In four days, he experienced six or seven battles and traveled twenty to thirty thousand miles.
Tang Wanzhou was not found, nor were any other Shaoyang Guards encountered.
The good news is that the Taiyin Cult and the Marquis of the Dead did not capture or kill Tang Wanzhou.
There is also some bad news, whether true or false.
"Tang Wanzhou must have used some method to completely conceal her aura and hide away to heal her injuries. That's why I couldn't sense her location."
Li Weiyi took off layer by layer of his damaged inner armor and blood-stained clothes, collecting all the blood and energy separately for another wonderful use.
Covered in wounds, he washed away all his breath and fatigue in the water. Then, donning his governor's robes and the three confiscated magical weapons and battle armor, he gazed toward the upper reaches of the Tiandu River.
There is the 800-li underworld, spread across both sides of the river.
The entire Netherworld, dotted with towering ancient trees, dense vegetation, and towering peaks, was enveloped in a pale blue aura of the Netherworld, creating a sense of mystery and depth. Yet, it was also incredibly silent, making any sound seem particularly abrupt.
After becoming invisible, Li Weiyi flashed into the jungle.
Holding a whistle in his hand.
The figure of Qing Zijin appeared in my mind, and I wondered where she was hiding at the moment.
Nangong Duoba is a descendant of the ancient country of Suiyuexu, and she carries the national hatred and family feuds of the past on her shoulders. The environment and education she grew up in have subtly made her wary and suspicious of everyone in her heart.
Li Weiyi didn't disbelieve her, but he was unwilling to accept a worse outcome.
At the Xianxia Sect's Dongxu Camp, he took the initiative to propose an alliance with Qing Zijin.
Now, just because Nangong made a guess that she herself could not confirm, she abandoned her allies and left Qing Zijin alone to wait in the underworld of Tiandu River.
If you see the big picture from the small details and your heart is so easily shaken, you will definitely be vague and vacillating on big things.
Qing Zijin might really have a problem, but he must verify it himself and give himself an answer in his heart. He cannot easily break his promise because of other people's seemingly plausible suspicions.
Arriving at the top of a mountain south of the Tiandu River Netherworld, Li Weiyi blew the whistle.
The sound of the flute is not particularly loud, but blends into the sound of the wind.
Except for the Shaoling Army and the Taiyin Sect, which is hostile to the Shaoling Army, other cultivators could not tell that it was the sound of a flute.
Li Weiyi used the special code agreed upon with Qing Zijin and the varying lengths of the flute sounds to convey the location and time of the meeting.
Then he quickly left the top of the mountain and hid ten miles away.
After a moment, Li Weiyi felt an inexplicable creepy feeling in his heart. He could not hear any sound, and there was no figure on the top of the mountain.
But he knew that someone from the Taiyin Sect or the Marquis of the Dead Spirit must have come to the Tiandu River Underworld and was quietly sneaking towards the location where the whistle came from.
The Tiandu River Underworld is the largest underworld closest to the Fanye Valley Underworld. It is normal for the Marquis of the Dead to chase here.
Li Weiyi retreated cautiously and headed for the location agreed upon by the whistle.
Still hiding ten miles away.
Let Qifeng go.
An hour after the appointed time, Qifeng flew back and said, "No one showed up to keep the appointment."
Li Weiyi leaned against a sturdy old tree, sat cross-legged in meditation, opened his eyes, and felt worried but also relieved.
Very contradictory.
What I am worried about is whether Qing Zijin has met with an accident and therefore failed to reach the Tiandu River Underworld.
He felt relieved because if she was really as Nangong suspected, she must have already arrived in the Tiandu River Underworld. It would be impossible for her not to come to the appointment after hearing the whistle.
"Heal your wounds first, and restore your energy and mind power."
Li Weiyi held a telekinetic star in each hand, and ten springs in his body surged together, transporting the liquid magic power in his Shenque and rushing it to the wounds all over his body.
Three days later.
In the dense forest, hidden in the formation.
Li Weiyi has regained his vigorous spirit. He took out one boundary bag after another and counted the harvest from the series of fierce battles in the past few days.
Including Luo Pingdan, he killed a total of nine giants in the realm of immortality, six of whom were in the second realm.
Such heavy losses, far exceeding those suffered by the Shaoyang Division, were tantamount to another devastating defeat for Chu Yutian. Could he hold his own against the powerful spirits of the Dead Realm?
A lot of magic weapons were harvested, including corpse pills, ghost pills, and bone pills.
What made Li Weiyi most happy was that he harvested a large amount of karma fire and put it all into the scarlet gourd.
It is just around the corner to cultivate Liu Ru Fen Ye to the fourth level of perfection.
Of course, he was not without losses. The immortality golden elixir energy in the four war corpse puppets was severely depleted. Once it was exhausted, their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.
Li Weiyi decided to use his energy as sparingly as possible, otherwise he would not be able to fight against a true master.
"First, cultivate in the Tiandu River Nether Realm for a while, and search for the Nether Soul Divine Essence."
He had already condensed eighteen telekinetic stars, and was one step away from reaching the peak of the first realm. By obtaining the essence of the Nether Soul, he could nourish and condense the Spiritual Soul at a faster rate, and then break through to the second realm of the Holy Spirit Telekinesis Master.
As for the search, it was naturally handed over to Dafeng, Erfeng and Qifeng.
At the same time, they also have to pick thousand-year-old fine medicines and hundred-year-old precious medicines.
A loud cry came from the depths of the underworld of Tiandu River.
Then, there were more noises.
Li Weiyi stopped condensing his karma fire, became alert, and walked out of the concealment formation: "Such a strong demonic energy."
Three Phoenix-winged Moth Kings flew back and threw the three medicinal bags hanging around their necks to Li Weiyi, rushing to report: "Something happened by the river. A big battle is about to break out."
"I heard someone shouting 'Nether Soul Divine Essence'! What exactly is the Nether Soul Divine Essence? I've never seen it before. How do I find it?"
"Flames burned the mountains, and large areas were reduced to ashes, and even the soil and stones turned to sand."
…
After collecting the three Phoenix-winged Moth Kings, Li Weiyi turned invisible and headed towards the direction where the demonic energy fluctuations came from.
After traveling hundreds of miles, Li Weiyi arrived at the area that had been burned into a black desert. He was shocked to see the large number of sparks hidden under the black sand.
"This is... the Ashes Region!"
Li Weiyi had already seen from afar the flames erupting from the body of the powerful Cinder Spirit and the strong fluctuations of his aura.
It was like a black giant made of wood ash, four or five feet tall, holding a four-sided ancient spear like a metal pillar, standing on the bank of the Tiandu River.
The land around where they stood turned into desert and burned with raging flames.
There were six other demon cultivators standing with it.
Among them was a young man with a human figure, dressed in simple and elegant clothes, and shrouded in cold mist. He was actually Bai Yeqing, the grandson of Feifeng and the son of Bai Luan of the Western demon clan.
Compared to more than a year ago, his magical energy has been completely renewed and he has reached the realm of immortality.
Most likely, like the Changyu Sword, it has refined the Immortality Flower and the Dragon Soul Source Light.
Confronting the seven immortal realm masters of the demon clan were Qing Zao and Huo Tianming of the Taiyin Sect, as well as the endless dark clouds covering the other side of the river.
A blood-robed ghost figure as tall as a mountain is particularly eye-catching and imposing.
Both forces were staring at the light blue cloud of dark spiritual energy above the river.
Under the moonlight of time.
The spirit energy of the underworld gathered into an increasingly large vortex, with bright blue liquid light spots condensing inside.
Bai Yeqing, of noble status and exceptional talent, commanded the six powerful demons, saying, "Don't act yet. As long as the vortex doesn't dissipate, the Nether Soul Essence will continue to condense."
Across the river, Huo Tianming, a ring-shaped magical instrument dangling above his head, shouted with a smile, "The essence of the Nether Soul, the netherworld of the dead, must be obtained. Hurry and get out of here, or you will all become soul food in Lord Xueshan Hou's belly."
The tall ghost figure in the blood-red robe let out a roar louder than thunder.
The roar contained a strange power that could attack souls.
Li Weiyi, who was hiding far away, felt a brief moment of daze and shock in his mind, and was filled with fear.
If this happens in a battle, a moment of trance can be fatal.
No wonder, with Huo Tianming's cultivation and combat prowess, he was respectfully addressed as "Lord Blood Mountain Marquis." This Blood Robe Ghost Marquis was even more powerful than the Emperor Bone Marquis.
The essence of the underworld soul can be found by chance but not sought after.
Li Weiyi secretly thought about the possibility of snatching food from the tiger's mouth and the action strategy.
In the land of Yingzhou, only the human race, the demon race, the rice people and other living forces, all combined, can barely compete with the underworld of the dead.
The Sentinel Army is just a reconnaissance team formed by the human race.
The Taiyin Sect was a force supported by the Netherworld of the Dead, specifically designed to deal with the Sentinel Army.
The Sentinel Army can fight against the Taiyin Cult, but using only the Sentinel Army to challenge the Netherworld of the Dead is like using a small branch to support a mountain that is pressing down on it.
The vortex of dark spiritual energy above the river was spinning slower and slower.
The essence of the dark soul condensed inside, about forty or fifty drops in number, were crystal clear and floated in the light blue mist.
"Get started!"
Qing Zao and Bai Yeqing gave the order almost at the same time.
Marquis Xueshan took a step forward, passed over the heads of Qingzao and Huo Tianming, stretched out a cloud-like hand, and grabbed the essence of the Mingpo spirit.
“Ouch!”
Accompanied by a dragon's roar that shook the surface of the Tiandu River, a black python hidden under the water rushed up, spitting out a bright beam of light from its mouth, hitting the palm of Xueshan Hou.
At the same time, a young man standing next to Bai Yeqing took off, his body rapidly expanded, and turned into a huge six-colored peacock.
The six-colored peacock possessed the blood of an ancient immortal beast. Its wingspan was over a hundred meters long, and it also started fighting with the Blood Mountain Marquis.
"boom!"
“Boom!”
…
The magic energy, thoughts, and longevity scriptures of all the powerful people present collided with each other, the water surface exploded, the river channel was broken, and the vegetation on both sides was reduced to dust.
Both sides attacked at the same time, some used magical weapons, and some performed Taoist magic.
On the demon clan side, Bai Yeqing did not participate. The powerful ember spirit also stood on the shore, responsible for protecting Bai Yeqing and providing support.
Bai Yeqing's fingers reached out to the essence of the soul of the underworld, and a long river of magic energy surged from the palm of his hand.
Before the long river of magic energy got close, Qingzao cut it off with a sword, and the cold light of the sword flew towards him.
"Bang!"
The powerful Cinder Spirit swung the pillar-like spear in his hand, and shattered the sword energy flying in front of Bai Yeqing.
"Don't worry about me, I can protect myself. Hurry and seize the Nether Soul Divine Essence, before more Dead Soul Marquises arrive. Their power is too great."
The powerful Cinder Spirit glared at Qing Zao, roared, stepped on a path of light formed by sparks, and rushed towards the Nether Soul Essence in the sky above the river.
(End of this chapter)
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