Chapter 630 Cloud Demon Festival

Chapter 630 Cloud Demon Festival

Chapter 630 Cloud Demon Festival

Qin Shixian attacked angrily, his spear stirring up waves of energy like a tornado. Shen Qisheng held the sword in his hand, his body filled with sword energy, he defended but did not attack.

Both of them are grandmasters who have reached the state of Three-Element Integration. Their essence, energy and spirit flow in harmony. Their body is their spirit and their spirit is their body. They have meticulous control over their own true energy and most of their strength is applied to the other's body.

But the air waves caused by the collision of spears and swords were no less than a huge storm.

Even though they were hundreds of meters away in the air, the streets beneath the two men were shaking violently, as if they could collapse at any time.

"Is it Shen Qisheng?"

"Master Qin is fighting with him."

"Don't worry about him, capture and kill Emperor Qian first!"

Long Yingchan and Taoist Yuan Qing rushed out of the imperial city, looked at each other, and without any hesitation, turned into rainbow light and flew towards the place outside the city where incense was rising.

Everyone was a sharp-minded person. Although they didn't know what ceremony the court wanted to hold, they couldn't just sit back and watch.

……

hum~
One hundred and thirty miles outside the imperial capital, outside a dense forest, Emperor Qian stood with his hands hanging down on a built platform. With the platform as the center, hundreds of incense cauldrons were shaking violently.

The incense sticks rose up into the sky like wolf smoke, and no matter howling in the wind, they did not disperse at all, but instead had a tendency to merge into one.

"Brother Wu, what kind of ceremony is this..."

Outside the dense forest, Wang Jin, wearing heavy armor, stood side by side with Wu Yingxing, looking at Emperor Qian on the high platform with a serious expression. On this altar filled with incense, the two felt an indescribable chill.

This aura made both of them feel a little frightened.

The two of them were like this, not to mention the thousands of guards behind them. These elite guards in armor and armed with sharp weapons were barely able to maintain their formation at this moment. Under the invisible pressure, they just wanted to stay away.

"Your Majesty did not tell me. I only know that this ritual came from the Cloud Demon Clan..."

Wu Yingxing looked at the ceremony platform with a complicated expression, and it was difficult for him to calm down.

Upon learning that the royal family was actually an alien race from outer space, even though he had served the court for generations, he could not accept it as easily as Wang Jin.

In fact, the court was in turmoil for a long time because of this, and a large number of people died, including some important officials and long-time masters of the court.

Even though Emperor Qian suppressed the turmoil with thundering means, the aftermath was still not over, and even the two of them were affected. If it had been before, even if they were not on the platform, they would not be outside the sacrificial site.

"The Cloud Demon Clan... That old ghost has evil intentions. Your Majesty should not trust him. And the prince..."

As Wang Jin was speaking, he suddenly frowned and looked towards the direction of the imperial capital. His expression suddenly became solemn and murderous: "The rebels are coming!"

"It's not slow."

Wu Yingxing took a deep breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, looked up at the distant mountain, and said loudly:
"Master Yan, it's your turn!"

On the top of a distant mountain, Yan Tianxiong sat cross-legged. He did not respond to the words, but just looked at the wonder of the two colors intertwined in the imperial city, and sighed:
"As expected of the peerless hero, the Thousand Eyes Master... It's really scary that the Master fell into a disadvantage so quickly."

As the leader of the evil god, Yan Tianxiong knew too well the strength of that old ghost. In the past, when he felt that he had accomplished the Three Elements Integration, he had intended to spy on him, but with just one move, he was almost broken through the divine realm.

Even after decades, he still felt a lingering fear, and even though his martial arts skills had improved, he dared not think of spying again.

Seeing that Qianyan was at a disadvantage, he even felt an indescribable sense of joy in his heart.

Old man, you have come to this day...

"This old ghost suffered a great loss three years ago. It is said that he joined forces with Wan Zhuliu. Unfortunately, Pang didn't beat him to death..."

Behind Yan Tianxiong, the Eagle King in red said with regret: "Alas, Pang regards me as an enemy. If it weren't for that old ghost Qian Yin who stood in front, I would have been beaten to death by him!"

Boom!

While the two were talking, there seemed to be a loud thunder in the distance, but Wang Jin and the other man got no response. They flew into the air one after another and stopped Long Yingchan and Taoist Yuanqing who were jumping over.

The thousand guards behind the two men formed a military formation, and under the leadership of nine experienced masters, they protected the dense forest behind them.

"Fang Sanyun is coming to kill us!"

The tall, dark-skinned elephant king spoke in a low voice.

"Then let's fight."

Yan Tianxiong let out a long sigh, but did not stand up. He just raised his sleeves, and a powerful true energy flowed out of his body, quickly interacting with the heaven and earth and transforming into layers of true energy that expanded outwards.

Visible smoke and clouds formed a scene behind him, with hazy shadows in it.

"Yan Tianxiong?"

Fang Sanyun came across the air, his whole body filled with blazing internal energy like fire and murderous intent.

"go with!"

Yan Tianxiong stood up suddenly, and the smoke behind him suddenly spread out. Then, dozens or even hundreds of figures swarmed out, some growling, some sneering, and some cursing.

They were actually a group of evil gods that had been worshipped by the Evil God Cult for many years and had been conferred titles by the imperial court!
"You are just a dog, and you dare to order your master around?!"

"Call Thousand Eyes!"

The evil gods rushed out of Yan Tianxiong's divine realm. Bone King Kong's voice was very eye-catching. He looked around and saw Fang Sanyun, who was full of murderous intent. He cursed even louder:

"You don't even have much incense, and you want your grandfather to fight a grandmaster?!"

"you……"

Yan Tianxiong's face turned blue from being scolded, but he didn't bother to pay attention. He waved his sleeves and led the Eagle King and the Elephant King to retreat behind the evil gods.

Just as Bone King Kong was about to curse, he suddenly let out a strange cry and dodged.

There was a loud 'boom' and Fang Sanyun came roaring with thunder and explosion. He was hundreds of feet away and raised his hand to strike with the Red Sun Palm, which made a group of evil gods and monsters scatter screaming.

The Great Sun Golden Sutra he learned came from Pang Wenlong, and was used to restrain these wandering ghosts who were surviving on the help of incense.

If it were the nine great magic master-level evil gods, he would be a little more afraid, but now he is not afraid of this group of old ghosts who have not been able to break through to unity while they are still alive, even if there are dozens of them.

boom!
Roars rang out, and a war broke out outside the dense forest in an instant.

On the high platform in the dense forest, Emperor Qian seemed unaware of anything. He just muttered something, his ten fingers flying, directing the rising smoke of incense. On his waist, the Great Sun Golden Scale Bell swung like a bell, making a 'ding-dong' sound.

Gradually, the entire dense forest was shrouded in incense.

laugh!
A sword energy broke through the air.

Taoist Yuan Qing forced Wang Jin to retreat, and the moment he stepped into the forest, he quickly retreated back, with a look of shock and anger:
"The Netherworld?!"

boom!
Long Yingchan raised his hand to repel Wu Yingxing. Mist shrouded his head. A dragon claw about the size of an acre suddenly stretched out and grabbed the dense forest, but disappeared into the mist with a "whoosh".

"Is this really a ghost realm?!"

After looking at Taoist Yuanqing, Long Yingchan frowned.

At this moment, even with their keen perception, they were unable to sense the breath of Emperor Qian. It was even as if this dense forest had disappeared into the world.

Instead, there is an increasingly strong atmosphere of seclusion.

"go!"

The two of them were distracted for a moment, but Wang Jin and Wu Yingxing seemed to have been waiting for a long time. They flashed and disappeared into the fog outside the dense forest.

"wrong!"

Long Yingchan was about to chase after him, but then he suddenly retreated.

"Is this the real Netherworld?!"

The two men retreated several miles, only to see black fog surging like the sea in front of them. It spread layer by layer with the dense forest as the center. In the blink of an eye, it had covered an area of ​​dozens of miles!

Wherever the black fog spread, it was exactly like a dark place, and even the sunlight couldn't get in!

"What kind of ritual is this? It actually brings the Netherworld into the real world?!"

In the distance, dozens of master-level evil gods were beaten and fled in a panic by Fang Sanyun. Yan Tianxiong, who was hiding on the side, was startled and stayed away from the still expanding mist.

The existence of the Netherworld is no secret to the grand masters, but this is the first time they have seen the Netherworld appear in the world.

"roll!"

Fang Sanyun also noticed something strange. He raised his hand and blasted the eight-armed old ghost in front of him into pieces. He leaped to the side of Long Yingchan and the other man, looked at the surging and spreading mist, and raised his hand to strike with the Red Sun Palm.

He put all his strength into this attack.

Not only did true energy and true energy surge out, but there was also a faint image of the sun behind him, and it was obvious that he was using the power of the divine realm.

There was only a loud 'boom', and the air within a radius of dozens of miles was instantly emptied, and a red palm print visible to the naked eye smashed over like a meteor.

But when the palm print sank into the mist, it only made a slight "hiss" sound and disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

“No, even if we are really in the Netherworld, this old man’s palm can cause the ground to crack 20 miles away. This is definitely not a pure Netherworld…”

Fang Sanyun's expression changed:
"It's more like..."

"God Realm!"

Long Yingchan frowned, his face looking very ugly: "This is the divine realm of the old ghost in Wan Zhuliu's body!"

"According to the information provided by Li Yuan, this is more like a mysterious place!"

Taoist Yuanqing also came to his senses, but was still somewhat confused.

The divine realm is where a cultivator's essence lies, it is the combination of spirit and energy. A great master who has reached the state of unity can even transform the power of the divine realm into every move he makes.

But even if it is a strong person who has reached the Unity Realm or even the Divine Palace Realm, it is impossible for the Divine Realm to truly appear in the world, right?
"It's the ceremony held by Emperor Qian!"

The three of them looked at each other, then jumped into the air at the same time, stepped back, and looked down from above, feeling even more frightened.

The mist was even expanding towards the sky. At first glance, it looked like a deep night that was about to swallow up the sky and turn day and night upside down.

Even though the three of them were all great masters with many years of experience, their eyelids could not help but twitch.

"One hundred miles!"

Long Yingchan's expression changed, and he retreated violently, shouting towards the top of the imperial city wall: "Everyone, get out of the way!"

On the walls of the imperial capital, the true disciples and elders of several major sects had already noticed something was wrong, and upon hearing Long Yingchan's instructions, they all retreated.

And he flashed and headed towards the imperial city.

"This strange place is still expanding!"

Taoist Yuan Qing frowned and retreated again and again. The mist expanded very quickly. In just a moment, it had covered an area of ​​more than a hundred miles and was heading towards the wall of the imperial capital.

At its expansion speed, it will swallow up the entire imperial capital in less than two hours!
(End of this chapter)