The highest peak in the Ten Demon Sect is also the most "ordinary" mountain.

It does not have various powerful forbidden magic arrays, nor does it arrange a large number of magic weapons and traps.

It just stood there barely.

However, it is also the most extraordinary.

Because on this mountain, the person who controls everything is not a mortal, but a golden immortal.

Ke Xiaoliang saw the victory of Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng, but he did not show any joy.

Just like when he saw Jiuxuan and Baigu's birth before, he was about to die.

For Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng, they have won the battle for them.

For Ke Xiaoliang, his battle has not even begun.

"It was originally a bright moon road, but it was mostly a troubled wind." Ke Xiaoliang sighed, and casually switched to the "painting" in front of him. At the same time, based on the information captured before, he deduced hundreds of thousands of different conclusions, and then screened out the real possibilities.

On a cliff on the northernmost side of Mount Demon Everest, there is a small pavilion embedded in a stone wall.

The pavilion is built on a ten thousand-year-old ancient pine tree. Standing on the edge of the pavilion’s railing, you can see the rolling sea of ​​clouds under your feet.

In the pavilion, there was a young man wearing a lilac robe and a high glass crown standing.

The most eye-catching thing on the handsome young man's face is his pair of eyes that flashed with green light, and mysterious fine lines spread in his pupils.

The green-haired young man, whose tenderness is comparable to a virgin, was holding a long green flute tightly.

No one blows the long flute, but when the wind in the mountain stream blows through the vent of the long flute, it automatically plays melodious and vast music.

The clear and beautiful sound of the flute is above the fairyland-like sea of ​​clouds, and the tips of ancient trees are filled with a kind of tranquility and beauty.

However, such quietness and beauty and emptiness should not have belonged to places like the Ten Demon Sects.

Bang!

A crisp sound interrupted the harmonious and beautiful everything.

The magical long flute broke through the slender and tender finger tips of the green-haired young man, shattering into pieces, falling to the ground, playing the last sound it left behind.

Bang!

The green-haired young man waved his palm casually, and this very interesting pavilion suddenly exploded. Even the ten thousand-year-old tree under the pavilion broke a large part, leaving a bare tree staggered on the cliff, looking extremely ugly.

"Zhang Taijing!" Qingfaqing said lightly.

Senior Brother Zhang was eager to withdraw and used the secret technique. Because of his future body backfire, his body, which was no longer obese, quickly appeared next to the young man.

"Young Master!" Senior Brother Zhang fell to the ground respectfully, as if this young man was the serious sect leader of the Ten Demon Sect.

"In three days, restore everything here to its original state, otherwise... I will stay here for the company of the ancient trees in the green mountains! This is also a good destination!"

After saying this lightly, the young man with green hair rose from the wind and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Senior Brother Zhang knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling until the young man with a long time left.

Then he stood up in shock, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and let out a long sigh.

Looking at the bare Ancient Pine on the cliff, Senior Brother Zhang's face suddenly turned into pig's liver.

Not to mention how difficult it is to restore this place to its original state.

This place was filled with the palm power left by the young master with green hair and purple clothes just now, even if he restored everything.

The remaining palm power will destroy everything recovered again.

How to solve the problem of restoring the ancient pine trees in the pavilion is Senior Brother Zhang’s problem.

In Senior Brother Zhang's eyes, Shao Jun, who is powerful, terrifying and has a much deeper background than him, is thinking about another thing at this time.

Originally, the cultivators in the True Demon Realm planned to completely change the Ten Demon Sects through exclusion, suppression and replacement.

Just like the ship of Theseus.

However, Senior Brother Zhang's failure seemed to show a conclusion.

That is, what they do is useless.

Not only did it fail to eliminate the original power of the Ten Demon Sect, it seemed to stimulate these monks who were originally limited to the narrow world to grow rapidly.

Such a result is not what this young man wants.

"Bones are born... Jiuxuan, and blood cicadas!" Shaojun counted the names in detail.

These names were originally gradually faded as time passed, as if they had already left the stage of the Ten Demon Sect.

Now it seems that this is not the case.

After thinking for a while, the young master gave an order.

We will adopt the most extreme method to stimulate the original group of people from the Ten Demon Sect.

At the same time,... we will further test Ke Xiaoliang, the golden immortal of the world.

The blood cicada is drinking.

More than three hundred years ago, he had already saved up enough plot points and reshaped his body.

From the remnant soul to the living monk, he has been in the gourd for more than a hundred years, and it has been at least a thousand years since he entered the gourd.

After more than three hundred years, except for Ke Xiaoliang, Sui didn’t know what realm the Ten Demon Sect’s demon cultivator who once competed with Ke Xiaoliang was now and what methods did he have.

He was still dressed in red, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. From a distance, he looked like a cold and beautiful monk.

Even after hundreds of years, he has not changed himself.

Instead, he was full of strong Zen, which made him look less like a demon cultivator, but a monk who had attained enlightenment.

Of course... he is not a real monk.

After all, a monk drinking is considered a breaking precept.

How could a real monk drink? Right?

Of course, the Blood Cicada is just a monk with wine and meat, not a monk with flower.

So he did not find any special practitioners to come and drink and have fun with him.

Sitting by the window of the small building, he was just drinking alone.

Just like the past, as in the past few decades.

However, today, it seems to be different.

There was no announcement, and something that was always suppressed burst out at this moment.

A flying sword suddenly flew over, shattering the wine glass in his hand and heading towards his throat.

This sword is restrained and no one except those who use this sword knows how powerful the sword contains.

Faced with such a sword, Blood Cicada chose to directly hold the sword that stabbed towards its throat with her hands.

His hand that was enough to lift a mountain was cut, and under the sharp and extremely destructive sword edge, the blood was cut directly.

The blood cicada did not react at all, as if it was not his body that was hurt, and the toxins that were spreading into the body along the wound were not worth mentioning at all.

A strange cicada chirping sounded from the cold little building.

A man in black fell on the treetops in the distance.

On his forehead was a cicada seal that looked like blood crystal.

The bright silver light flashed, and a snow-white sword light rushed straight towards the blood cicada from outside the window.

This sword light was also sharp and condensed to the extreme. Unlike the previous black-clothed swordsmen, this sword was even more powerful and more lethal.

It was as if someone had poured all his energy into this sword. Once he had a sword out, he had given up the sword and there was nothing else in his life.

The blood cicada still had no greater reaction.

But the cicadas were chirping a little more crisp and louder.

The three black-clothed sword cultivators suddenly retreated violently and evacuated the small building they had originally surrounded at a faster speed.

In their eyes, this originally ordinary small building has now turned into a magic cave covered with plasma.

The monk in red stood barefoot in the boundless sea of ​​blood, both like a Buddha who saved everything and a Shura who destroyed everything.

On the top of a mountain peak not far from the attack of the Blood Cicada, a man in black robe leaned against the wall of the Echo Stone and slowly lifted up the cloak on his body.

The man's body was covered with sword marks and scars. The layers of scars accumulated, making the man look less like a human, but more like a monster.

The only bright two pupils are diamond-shaped like snake pupils.

The man slowly walked out of the darkness and stared at Jiuxuan and Baigusheng who had just won the tragic victory.

Click!

As his steps moved, the rocks on the ground where he stepped on his feet seemed to be cracked by sharp swords, and the entire mountain seemed to emit a heart-wrenching fluctuation.

Bai Gu Sheng turned his head and looked at the man carrying the murderous aura. His figure flashed, his hands spread out, and a row of white bone swords were displayed in front of him.

Bai Gusheng did not speak to Jiuxuan, but just blocked the man alone.
To be continued...