Chapter 0862 The Unchanging Wangshan

Among the nine great systems, only Wangshan Mountain has remained almost unchanged: the valley is still filled with nebula trees, and the various buildings on the surrounding cliffs are still there. Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin can even recognize the rooms they once lived in at a glance.

The half-demon riding a bear did not adopt the surname Ma, and called himself Li Qingzhu. He was a disciple of Wangshan in the past, but failed to condense the elixir. After serving in Wangshan for ten years, he chose to return to his hometown. While running for life, he did not give up his practice. Even so, , he still slowly retreated from Huotong Santian to Dongkai Qiqiao. After another thirty years, he was able to return to Wangshan when he was fifty-five years old.

"Nothing has changed." He said, standing on the steep cliff plank road, pointing to an area on the opposite side of the valley, "That's Qiulin Garden, which is similar to Pangshan Zhiyong. We call it the Broom Shed, and I'm staying there. After ten years, I cleaned fallen leaves, picked up seeds, and used all my free time to practice, but I still failed. I heard that both of you have stayed in the hospital?"

"The person you are interested in is him. I condensed the elixir before I went to the place of use." Yang Qingyin said coldly, "Can I walk around?"

"Please, but don't go into the valley, for the reason you know very well."

Every nebula tree in the valley is possessed by a demon, and provoking them will not end well. Yang Qingyin did not answer and walked down the plank road, followed by Black Phoenix.

Yin Buchen carried Fei Xiao on his back and looked at Yang Qingyin's back in surprise. Although he did not agree with her behavior, he admired her courage.

"It must be difficult to condense elixirs in Zhiyong, right?" Li Qingzhu was very interested in this topic.

"Well, it's difficult. What we lack is not hard work or elixirs, but confidence." Mu Xingqiu felt that Li Qingzhu was different from other half-demon.

"Yes, you are right. When I look back at those years, I understand where I went wrong: I practiced very hard, even harder than in the first three years of joining Wangshan, and I tried every means to get some results. No matter how hard they work on the surface, Qiulinyuan disciples can't get rid of one thought in their hearts: everything is in vain, hard work cannot make up for their shortcomings, and they are just doing it for outsiders to see. The trick is vanity causing trouble, and vanity is one of the taboos in condensing pills.

Li Qingzhu took the lead and came to a platform that jutted out of the cliff. There was a simple pavilion built here. Looking down from the railing, he could see the whole valley. The nebula trees were different, even in different seasons, colorful, and the mountain wind swept through them. Passed by, there was a rustling sound, and there was no trace of the demonic atmosphere.

Yang Qingyin's figure flashed on the plank road and disappeared among the houses. The black phoenix above her head could mark her position. She was getting closer and closer to the bottom of the valley.

Yin Buchen glanced at Mu Xingqiu and found it difficult to understand his composure.

Li Qingzhu was still unfinished and continued: "This is why it is easy for Taoist disciples to condense elixirs. They have lived in Taoism since childhood, and their self-confidence has been engraved in their bones. Condensing elixirs is not a problem for them at all. Whether they can become high-level Taoist priests above the Xingluo realm That’s their threshold.”

Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything. He was looking at the nebula trees in the valley. He saw more than Yin Buchen and Li Qingzhu. For example, only he could see the seeds floating in the air. They had not turned black yet, and they were close to each other. Transparent, exuding a faint halo.

Mu Xingqiu clearly remembered the last time he saw the seeds of the Nebula Tree. It was dark night and the light of the seeds was more obvious. They lined up and fought in the air, fighting for the chance to take root only once every few years. Now, the seeds have become peaceful, all connected in a line, circling around in the air, branching out into a large number of branches, connected to the mother tree on the ground.

Li Qingzhu didn't expect an answer and just kept talking, "Why doesn't Daotong give ordinary disciples more opportunities? This is what I always think is unfair. If they take their children to Daotong as soon as they discover Daogen, let them Growing up with Dao Tong's disciples would definitely lead to a completely different outcome. But Dao Tong feels that this is too troublesome. They deeply despise mortals to the point where they don't even bother to show it. What's the use of mortals? Taoist priests serve as well-dressed slaves.”

"Hey, this is the same as my job." Yin Buchen was very happy to join in, "When I was with Laojun in the past, although I was worried about being eaten every day, I was indeed 'well-dressed'. How many big demons They lined up to flatter me and inquired about Laojun's preferences. Alas, the good days always go away and never come back. The big demon pleases him.

Li Qingzhu looked at the half-demon coldly, his eyes full of disgust, as if he saw a fly landing on his favorite food.

"Mortals are indeed of no use." Yin Buchen said enthusiastically. The only people worth his attention were Mu Xingqiu, Yang Qingyin, and Li Qingzhu, who was just a whiny half-demon. "The demon clan is full of treasures." , humans can’t. Only powerful sorcery, such as physical sacrifices, can use human blood. I heard Laojun say that humans are actually the descendants of the demon clan, which only shows that one generation is inferior to the other.”

Yin Buchen chattered endlessly, and Li Qingzhu couldn't get a word in. Only Mu Xingqiu could interrupt him.

Mu Xingqiu turned directly to Li Qingzhu, "Did you live to become a half-demon?"

Li Qingzhu smiled, "I don't need death to change my mind. I traveled thousands of miles and voluntarily joined the demon clan, just to experience the mystery of magic. Finally, I got what I wanted. I hate the injustice of the Taoist tradition, but I can understand the arrogance of the Taoist priests. Magic will make you another kind, higher than all living things, just like humans are higher than beasts."

"The demon clan is also higher than beasts, and a little higher than humans." Yin Buchen corrected.

No one paid attention to him, Li Qingzhu lowered his eyes, "There are too many beasts, destroying the balance of the world, and the number must be greatly reduced. This is what the demon clan and the Taoist tradition are doing. The Taoist tradition is very hypocritical, and the demon clan has to take over."

"Are you talking about the demon clan and humans?" Yin Buchen always interrupted, "I think there are too many beasts, but we can't kill them all. We should draw a line, such as those with the strength of medium demons or above should stay, such as the demon clan with a long family history should also stay..."

Li Qingzhu raised his eyes and stared at Mu Xingqiu, "What is the meaning of everything you do? You can choose to join the demon and the Taoist. He Fang, you can even establish your own mountain, but you are trying your best to protect a group of creatures that are not worth protecting and cannot be protected. All living things are like ants. Eliminating one batch is to make the remaining batch of higher quality. "

Mu Xingqiu smiled, "There is no way. Ants sometimes bite people. I am used to being an ant. I can't get out of it. I can't even stay in the Taoist sect, let alone the demon clan." Mu Xingqiu pointed to the sky, "The time is coming."

Li Qingzhu stared at Mu Xingqiu for a long time, bowed slightly, "Please forgive me for overestimating my own abilities."

"We are all doing what we should do."

Mu Xingqiu nodded.

Yin Buchen put down Feixiao on his back and looked around. Feixiao stretched his neck, almost as tall as Yin Buchen, and also looked around. There was silence between the cliffs, and there were many houses. It seemed that there were no residents. Even Li Qingzhu disappeared quickly, as if he was avoiding something.

Yang Qingyin came back, "There are no half-demons, and no formations. It seems that the demons want to have a fair fight."

Mu Xingqiu turned around, "Promise me one thing."

Yang Qingyin didn't say anything. Yin Buchen, who was standing aside, was anxious and even wanted to promise her.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because of our son, because I have another body in Zhibubang." Mu Xingqiu blinked.

"Yes, the Taoist has a spare body, but we don't." Yin Buchen couldn't help it. He knew what Mu Xingqiu meant.

Yang Qingyin reluctantly nodded, "Don't forget, your soul is unique."

The flea that had been following Mu Xingqiu walked to Yang Qingyin, and a faint light shone between its two horns. Yin Buchen hurried over and stood on the other side of the flea. Feixiao retracted his neck, and his four legs were flexible. He approached Qilin one step ahead of Yin Buchen.

Mu Xingqiu wanted to have a dedicated fight with the demons. He hoped that Yang Qingyin could escape when necessary.

The fleas were ready. Yang Qingyin, Hei Huang, Yin Buchen, and Fei Xiao only needed to cooperate in casting spells. Whether they could escape successfully was another matter.

The thin night covered Wangshan, but the 33,000 nebula trees in the valley were more gorgeous, and the seeds floating in the air were brighter, so even Yin Buchen could see them.

"Dao Zun, if it's too late, or if you think it's necessary, please keep your promise and take a little time to kill me. I can't do it myself." Yin Buchen cried, his eyes were more moist, he knew that he was definitely not within the survival line drawn by the demons, "And Fei Xiao, let it die with me, don't let it stay alone in the world."

Fei Xiao turned his head and stared at Yin Buchen angrily.

"Alas, you have been hiding for too long, and you don't know how many evil sorcery there are in this world. They will refine you beyond recognition, and may even stew you and eat you in the end. Believe me, death is definitely a better ending." Yin Buchen comforted.

Fei Xiao lowered his head and slowly shrank into his shell.

Yang Qingyin said nothing more.

The night did not fade away slowly, but suddenly grabbed the entire Wangshan Mountain. There were no stars or moons in the sky, and it was pitch black. The seeds floating above the treetops were as bright as fire, but they were reluctant to share the light. In addition to showing their existence, they did not illuminate much area.

The seeds in a line gathered together and formed a glowing human figure in the air in the middle of the valley. Thirty-three thousand lines separated from his body, connecting thirty-three thousand nebula trees.

"Unexpected, Mu Xingqiu, you can always be unexpected. The Demon Finger Mountain should be your battlefield." The glowing human figure spoke.

"Since I can't choose the time of the decisive battle, I can always choose the location." Mu Xingqiu spread his arms and prepared to cast a spell.

The reverse spell was useless here. Mu Xingqiu's only hope of winning was that the Wangshan demons had not yet formed, and the only tangible demon was now in the Demon Finger Mountain and had no time to come back.