Chapter 127 Demon Emperor City (2/5)
Chapter 127 Emperor Demon City (25)
"It's Rong E from the Wuqing Sect." Zuo Lie opened his eyes, his face solemn, and said in a deep voice.
Information about the Wuqing Sect flashed through Han Yi's mind, and he knew it clearly.
Wuqing Sect is a sect in Qianzhou. It is not like Bai Yulou, a sect with Nascent Soul stage. It is just a sect like Xuan Dan Sect and Blood God Sect. The strongest person in the sect is only at Jin Dan stage.
"Wu Wu Sect, Rong E." Han Yi remembered his appearance and name in his heart.
Because he took the fairy boat, Han Yilai arrived relatively quickly. After he and Zuo Lie arrived, monks began to appear one after another in the surrounding mountains and forests, some alone and some traveling together.
Among them, more and more legendary Qi practitioners appeared. Under Zuo Lie's introduction, Han Yi got to know more and more monks, especially those legendary Qi practitioners.
One month later.
The lush mountain forests are endless and there is no end in sight. From the Imperial Demon City in the mountains, there are occasional demonic roars that shake the mountains and forests, leaving no trace of birds or beasts.
Ten people, a hundred people...
In Han Yi's perception, there are hundreds of people. But outside the range of his perception, extending to both sides, there are countless monks, either sitting cross-legged, standing, or just arriving. Each monk is suppressed by His own breath, lest he scare away his prey.
However, everyone knows, no, not just the people, even the demons in the Imperial Demon City also know that a great war is coming.
The twelve demon tribes have been summoned and gathered here.
a certain moment.
In the Imperial Demon City, a beam of light rose into the sky. This beam of light changed violently, changing colors, breaking through the mountains and clouds, and reaching straight into the sky.
"The Taixu Light Pillar appears."
"Yu Jing Taixu Order."
"The wait has finally come."
"kill!!"
same moment.
On the edge of a mountain cliff, eight monks' aura suddenly bloomed, stirring the clouds and mist in the mountain. After a lull, the wind suddenly became louder.
Han Yi looked at it and was shocked in his heart. These eight monks were all legendary qi practitioners, and one of them was the girl with a sword whom he had met once in the Cang tribe.
The Saint of Yujing Mountain.
The girl was not tall, and a terrifying silver giant knife was dragged behind her, as if it was weightless. Wherever the giant knife passed, the hard ground cracked silently like tofu.
"It is the legend of Yujing Mountain."
"here we go."
Zuo Lie stood up, his face extremely excited.
"Are those eight people?" Han Yi asked doubtfully.
Zuo Lie nodded: "Of course the legends of Yujing Mountain are not limited to these eight. However, there are some legends in Yujing Mountain who are arrogant and arrogant. They think that they can build a first-class immortal foundation without the order of Yujing Taixu, and there are many others. There are some legendary monks who have not returned from a trip or have been in seclusion. These eight people should be free and came here after hearing the news."
"Disciples of Yujing Mountain also need to spend a certain amount of sect points to enter Chaozhen Taixu Heaven, but it is much easier than other monks outside."
Having said this, Zuo Lie shook off the envy in his eyes.
"However, it's not certain who will win."
"Seven hundred years ago, there was a Yujing Taixu Order, which was obtained by a senior in Baiyu Tower. That senior was able to build a first-class immortal foundation with it. After being promoted to the foundation building stage, he received nine years of golden elixir and thirty-seven years of Nascent Soul. , that senior is now the owner of Baiyun Tower."
Han Yi was shocked: "So fast, nine-year golden elixir?"
Zuo Lie nodded: "Yes, the nine-year golden elixir, that's nine years, not ninety years. It's too scary."
"The original poster has built a first-class immortal foundation. Once transformed, the immortal path will last forever."
"So, Fellow Daoist Han, this is a dispute over the Taixu Order in Yujing, and even more so, a battle over the Immortal Way."
"The battle between immortals shows no mercy."
Zuo Lie no longer looked at Han Yi, stepped forward, descended from the top of the mountain, his figure flashed, and rushed towards the Emperor Demon City.
It's not just him. At this moment, there are countless monks jumping out of the endless mountains and forests outside the mountains.
Among them, there are some that Han Yi has seen, some that he has never seen, some that he knows, and some that he doesn't recognize.
Wherever you look, you can see sword immortals, battle flags, bloody robes, halberds, giant swords...
The killing intent was like substance, spreading from the forest and towards the mountains.
Boom! !
Far away, the gate of the Imperial Demon City, entrenched deep in the mountains like an ancient behemoth, burst open.
A demon more than seven meters tall, wearing a black armor, like a giant holding the sky, walked out of the huge city gate. In his hand, a huge bronze sword was carried on his shoulder. Behind him, the demon The clan's army surged out in black mass.
Boom!
A dull sound of war drums suddenly came from City Wall Mountain.
Boom, boom...
The war drums rang one after another, and each one was faster than the other. It rang on the demons, making the demonic blood boil in the demons' bodies. The demonic bodies shook wildly, and the fighting spirit rose. It rang on the monks who were charging towards them, making all the monks feel a panic all over their bodies. Heavy, as if there is a huge force weighing heavily on the body.
kill! ! !
Han Yi's heart surged with passion. Such a scene was like an imaginary battle between immortals and demons.
Vast and tragic.
Different from the real battle between immortals and demons, in this one, the human monks have immortality.
Originally, Han Yi was worried. If the magic weapon he brought in was destroyed or lost during the fight, or if the magic weapon happened to be outside when he was killed and the storage bag was not taken back, then when he returns, It is too illusory, and the magic weapon is naturally lost.
This is his concern. Of course, he also understands that there is no foolproof way to enter the cave world.
But at this moment, he suddenly understood what Zuo Lie said, that in the battle of the immortal way, there is no room for holding back.
The holding back here refers to holding back against the alien race, other cultivators, and oneself.
Giving it one's all is called holding back.
Han Yi regretted a little that he should have brought the Golden Light Shuttle with him, so that he could be at his peak combat power.
Sometimes, he had a small vision, and he had to admit that.
But no one is perfect, and how can one be perfect in everything.
Now that things have come to this, if he dies and descends again, he will return to the vicinity of the Chimang tribe, and if he rushes to the Demon Emperor City again, the yellow flowers and grass will be cold.
At this moment.
Looking down from a very high place, one can see that in the dark mountains, a huge city that has been entrenched for countless billions of years has opened up. A demon clan, seven meters tall, carrying a huge bronze sword, walked out of the city gate. Behind him, countless demon clans rushed out from both sides and spread out...
And the number of human cultivators rushing out from the mountains and forests is not large, only more than 2,000 people, but each of them is a cultivator of the ninth level of Qi training, among whom more than half are at the peak of Qi training, and above the peak of Qi training, there are more than 50 legendary Qi training.
The spiritual light and the demon body collided fiercely at the moment of contact.
Suddenly.
The sound of war drums, demon roars, shouts, charges, sonic booms, flesh and blood tearing sounds, magic weapon explosions...
There was a loud roar.
At the same time.
In the deepest part of the Demon Emperor City, a giant demon opened his eyes, and in his huge and terrifying eyes, a look of desire that had been hidden for thousands of years emerged.