The Demonic Palace is guarding here to find Luo Jianqing and prevent anyone from having the chance to hurt him.
By the final three days, the Broken Soul Sect and the Bai family were shouting and cursing non-stop. In their mouths, Luo Jianqing became a cowardly and shameless person, who was simply lying to escape. There was no such thing as truth in the world. Luo Jianqing had killed so many of them, and he deserved to die.
Faced with such shouting and cursing, the monks of Taihua Mountain glared at each other and scolded them harshly.
The cultivators from the Broken Soul Sect sarcastically said, "Didn't Hao Xingzi and those elders from Mount Taihua all die at the hands of Luo Jianqing? He could be so cruel to his fellow cultivators. Isn't he ruthless and shameless?!"
The cultivator who spoke so rudely ended up having his mouth chopped open by Qin Guihe. Mo Qianqiu didn't even need to intervene; his men were more than enough to suppress the wrath of the Broken Soul Sect and the Bai Family, rendering them in awe.
Qin Guihe slashed the ground with his sword, creating a gully a hundred feet deep, shocking the men. He sneered, "Luo Jianqing attacked those Taihua Mountain people? Weren't they the ones who wanted to kill him first? How could they be so heartless and shameless towards their fellow cultivators, actually being so cruel?"
Everyone fell silent immediately.
The monks of Mount Taihua lowered their heads in shame, too embarrassed to make excuses.
During these last three days, everyone's emotions were mixed and strange. On the one hand, they hoped Luo Jianqing would come out as soon as possible to explain the so-called truth; on the other hand, they also hoped that there was no truth at all, and that Luo Jianqing was the monster mentioned in the prophecy of the demon clan and Taihua Mountain, and should not exist in this world.
When the last day arrived, Mo Qianqiu looked at the rising sun in the east and murmured to himself, "Luo Jianqing, you really won't show up..."
Among the demon tribe three miles away, the blue-clothed demon lord lowered his eyes slightly and opened his mouth as if whispering.
In the distance, Mo Qianqiu did not look back, but just pursed his lips silently. After a long time, he said another word.
This sentence was not uttered audibly, but behind Mo Qianqiu, the handsome and noble demon lord was shocked. He stared at the distant red figure in front of him with wide eyes, clenched his fingers, and finally did not utter another word.
The final day had arrived, and everyone's attention was focused, waiting for Luo Jianqing to appear. They carefully looked around, paying attention to every place where Luo Jianqing could appear, but there was no sign of Luo Jianqing, not even a bird or animal.
In Taihua Mountain, Yu Qingzi frowned and whispered to himself, "Jianqing, you really won't come..."
boom!
As the words fell, a deafening roar echoed from beneath them. They all lowered their heads in horror, looking towards the desolate mountain, which had long since been reduced to ruins. Countless fragments of rubble shot rapidly from the ground into the sky. Everyone quickly set up a barrier to crush the rubble into dust.
The cultivator from the Broken Soul Sect roared, "This is a trap! This is absolutely a trap!"
Unexpectedly, the next moment, a casual cultivator widened his eyes in horror and shouted in disbelief, "What kind of formation is this? How can it be so huge!!!"
In the center of the entire far north, at the location where the barren mountain originally stood, strange light spots and patterns emerged from the earth.
Golden light rises from the east, following the Kushan ruins in the northeastern corner of the Kushan Mountains, all the way to the northwest, drawing smooth curves; fiery light rises from the south, as if splitting the earth, magma overflows from the ground, and strange patterns are drawn among the gullies; silver light rises from the west, corresponding to the golden light and the fiery light, and a piece of wavy patterns leaps out amid the deafening roar.
Rumble!
The roar of dragons, the cry of phoenixes, and the roar of unicorns!
The golden dragon, the fiery red phoenix, and the snow-white unicorn!
The three divine beasts suddenly appeared in the three corners of this barren mountain, with an aura so powerful that it could destroy the sun and the moon!
Fairy Feng Si was dead, Demon Lord Yin Ji was dead, and no one in the world knew about this formation anymore. But they could see that where the golden dragon appeared, amidst the flowing light, there was a faint dragon bone shape; within the phoenix flames, there was also a golden flame.
And where the Qilin stood, a white Qilin horn shone brightly in the sun!
Du Juetian Lao stared at the unicorn horn in shock, then suddenly turned his head in anger and looked at the blue-robed demon king beside him, roaring:
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