Chapter 663: The Mother of the Moth Breaks Through the Gate, and the Golden Immortal is Born
In the Demon Realm, at the center of the Land of the First Seal, above a bottomless abyss, suddenly pieces of purple mist burst out from below.
This purple mist is extremely sticky. After taking a breath, people will feel dizzy and can't help but feel the urge to kill from the bottom of their hearts.
In the distance of this central area, there are rows of pavilions and palaces, and figures can be seen walking in and out of these buildings from time to time.
And in front of them, there were teams of elite soldiers in armor and armed with sharp weapons, patrolling on foot.
When one of the teams approached the central area of the Land of Initial Seal, they immediately spotted the purple mist gushing out.
"not good!"
As soon as the scream was uttered, a noisy, sharp insect chirping sound came from the bottom of the abyss.
Then, a horde of Zerg, like a swarm of locusts, rushed out from below and rushed out aggressively.
"It's attacking the seal again. Quickly report the news to the Great Ancestor!" A shrill roar sounded here, echoing throughout the world.
Hearing this sound, the nearby demon army all rushed over and killed the rushing insects with horror on their faces.
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Near the Thunder Continent in the Spirit World, in a secret room of a palace in the deep sea, there is a giant cocoon wrapped in countless blood threads hanging in the air.
The giant cocoon squirmed continuously for a while, and then countless blood-colored runes suddenly appeared on its surface, and then it expanded rapidly at an incredible speed.
In just a breath of time, the originally extremely spacious secret room was completely filled with the expanding giant cocoon.
Then the cocoon expanded and contracted for a while, and then burst open.
After a deafening roar, a naked young man sitting cross-legged suddenly appeared in the void of the secret room.
This young man has a face as white as jade and an extremely handsome appearance. There is a golden lotus pattern engraved on the front and back of his body.
The young man slowly opened his eyes.
The eyes are clearly black and white, but the depths of the pupils are unusually crystal clear, as if there is a mysterious power contained within.
After his eyes moved around, they stopped at an object in the corner of the secret room and his expression became extremely distorted.
The object was actually a crystal ball placed on a low jade table. It was the size of a fist, but its surface was glowing with a faint light, reflecting a clear picture.
In the picture, a silver lotus pod is suspended there vividly, as if it were the real thing.
"How dare you take away the treasure that nearly cost me my life in the fairy world, and steal the Gathering Immortal Plate. No matter who you are, this fairy will chase you to the ends of the earth and completely wipe you out from this world!"
“But now that my Dharma body has been reborn, I can’t stay here any longer.”
The young man murmured a few words, his voice filled with undisguised anger.
With a wave of his sleeves, a silver jade plate about a foot in size appeared in front of him, spinning around. Judging from its shape, it was exactly the same as the Juxian Plate that Ye Changsheng took away from the Guanghan Realm.
It's just a lot smaller and a different color.
Holding the jade plate, the handsome young man closed his eyes, as if sensing something.
After a while, he opened his eyes with a strange look on his face and muttered, "It's in that area? It's just right to solve all the problems at once!"
He put away the jade plate expressionlessly, and then with a wave of his hand, the palace he was in was immediately completely submerged in the strange golden light.
All the golden light faded, and only the young man in the golden robe was left standing expressionlessly on the empty site of the former palace.
A moment later, on the nearby sea surface, a ray of golden light flew out from the sea, circled, and then shot towards a certain direction.
Looking at the direction of the escaping light, it is Fengyuan Continent!
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In the northwest corner of Fengyuan Continent, in the territory of the Log Clan, an extremely huge magic spot appeared in the sky, blocking out the sun, and a huge black hole in the center was slowly rotating.
And below them, more than a dozen extremely powerful monks with strong auras suddenly gathered from all directions.
Almost all of these people were in the late stage of fusion, and the aura of each of them was extremely strong. In their respective groups, they could be regarded as the pillars.
One of them was wearing a green robe and had an ordinary appearance. He listened to the conversation of the others with a calm expression and occasionally interjected a sentence.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, his open mouth shut tightly, and he turned his head abruptly to look at the distant horizon.
"Friend Han, what's wrong?" an elegant man beside him asked with a smile.
"It's nothing. It may be because I am about to enter the demon world, so I am a little suspicious!" Han Li turned around and said with a wry smile.
"With Fellow Daoist Han's strength, plus the help of your master, the chances of success are much greater than ours. What is there to worry about?" The elegant man said with a smile and shook his head.
"That's wrong. It's only been a few days since I advanced to the late stage. How can I compare with your rich accumulation?" Han Li quickly shook his head and said.
At the same time, my heart was beating fast and I was filled with doubt and confusion.
Just now he suddenly felt as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast, and an unprecedented sense of extreme danger arose in his heart.
He didn't know why he had such a premonition, but Han Li was still cautious in his heart, thinking that he must not be careless on this trip to the Demon Realm.
When he saw that others were looking at him strangely, Han Li calmed his mind and talked to these .
After some discussion, the group of more than a dozen people threw themselves into the huge black hole in the sky and entered the demon world.
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On the Tian Island, Ye Changsheng stood on the Xuantian Five Elements Tree, looking at the powerful auras scattered around him on the island below, with a smile on his face.
Hundreds of years passed, and the cultivation of the people on the island improved again, and each of them became much stronger.
"That person should be here soon. We have to go meet the Spirit King!" Ye Changsheng murmured softly, and after tapping his toes, he disappeared.
On this day, on the holy mountain of the spirit race, Ye Changsheng arrived here secretly without being discovered by others.
He entered the core area of the Holy Mountain, had a secret conversation with the Spirit King for several hours, and then left.
After he left, the Spirit King's expression became uncertain.
He recalled the news that Ye Changsheng had just brought him:
According to his friends in the alien race, a mysterious strong man who was suspected to be an immortal from the lower world suddenly appeared in the Leiming Continent and headed straight for the Fengyuan Continent.
This news shocked King Ling so much that he even felt a little panic in his heart.
His true form was a spirit slave transformed from an immortal weapon from the upper realm. He finally escaped and gained his freedom, but what he hated the most were the immortals from the upper realm.
In this spiritual world, he is not afraid of anything except people coming from the immortal world.
No matter what the purpose of the person who came from the immortal world is, as long as this person sees him, he will probably capture him without any courtesy.
King Ling knew these immortals too well, so his calm heart was suddenly filled with turbulent waves.
"No matter what the goal of the immortals in the lower world is, whether they will come here or not, I have to make some preparations to be on the safe side!" The Spirit King murmured, and walked into the hall behind him with a gloomy face.
In this way, time passed day by day, and after a few years, suddenly one day, a magic weapon on the Spirit King's body made a buzzing sound.
The Spirit King, who was sitting in the main hall with his eyes closed, quickly took out a magic weapon. It was a white mirror with Ye Changsheng's face revealed on it:
"Fellow Daoist Ling Wang, that person is coming!"
As soon as the words fell, ripples appeared on the mirror, and then the image slowly disappeared.
The Spirit King held the mirror with a somewhat uncertain look on his face. After a moment, he sighed, "I still have to go there. If this person discovers the existence of my clan, it will surely be a catastrophe!"
The Spirit King leaped up and turned into a stream of light and flew out of the holy mountain.
In the wilderness, on top of a barren mountain, Ye Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking far into the distance.
That place was the territory of the Weapon Spirit Clan, a branch of the Spirit Clan. According to the information he had received before, the Skeleton Immortal had now arrived at the Weapon Spirit Clan.
A stream of light appeared from a distance. Ye Changsheng looked back and saw an old man with white hair and kind eyes appeared on the horizon. He looked very ordinary, but there was an extremely powerful aura hidden in his body.
The Spirit King is coming!
To deal with the Skeleton Immortal, we must bring in the Spirit King. This man has mastered various methods that can specifically target the immortals in the fairy world, and can be said to be a professional counterpart.
After a flash of light, the Spirit King appeared on the top of the withered mountain and stood opposite Ye Changsheng.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, can you confirm that the man is really an immortal from the lower world?" The Spiritual King asked with a serious expression as soon as he saw Ye Changsheng.
"If I wasn't sure, how could I dare to invite you over? Please look, fellow Taoist!" Ye Changsheng stretched out his hand and pointed, and the void in front of him rippled like ripples on the water.
Then, a mirror appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them. The mirror blurred and then became clear, presenting a picture.
A young man wearing a golden robe and with an extremely handsome face was standing in the air with his hands behind his back, looking expressionlessly at the three figures opposite him.
On the front of his golden robe, there was a huge golden lotus printed on it, which was extremely eye-catching.
On the mountain peak at his feet, there were large potholes everywhere, filled with numerous corpses and remains. There were also many broken objects scattered on the ground, more than a thousand in number, and they all looked completely devoid of any spiritual energy.
The three figures opposite him all had extremely sad and angry expressions on their faces. They said something with gritted teeth and looked at the handsome young man with murderous eyes.
"Zuyun Mountain? The Qiling Clan?" The Spirit King's expression froze when he saw this scene, and he immediately recognized where the young man was.
The Qi Ling Clan is one of the most important branches of the Spirit Clan, but at this moment, all the Qi Ling Clan on Zuyun Mountain seem to have been slaughtered.
The thousands of broken objects at the foot of the mountain are exactly the corpses of these elves!
