The ancestor of Qiu Shan secretly complained, but at this moment, our sect is completely at a disadvantage. It is good that all the apprentices and nephews can protect themselves. How can anyone help him?
Of course, Patriarch Qiushan didn't want to sit still and wait for death, so he could only grit his teeth and fight back, but it was in vain. King Molang's face was full of a ferocious smile: "Fellow Taoist Qiushan, aren't you willing to hand over the elf doll?
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"I have told you many times that I have never seen an elf doll." Ancestor Qiu Shan said angrily.
A hint of tyranny flashed across the face of the Desert Wolf King: "Your Excellency is so stubborn, so let me send you on your way. As for Xuanji's whereabouts, huh, do you think I, the king, really don't know how to search for souls?" Desert Wolf
After Wang finished speaking, all the demonic power in his body came out, and his offensive became more and more fierce.
With a sound of "Zheng!", Ancestor Qiu Shan's fairy sword was split into two halves. Although this object was not his natural magic weapon, it was cultivated with his heart, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
The situation of the True King Monk was extremely dangerous, but at this moment, a ray of red light shot out from a distance and flew in front of the Desert Wolf King like lightning.
The brilliance converged, and a jade tablet appeared. The brilliance of this medal was lingering, making it look very mysterious.
When the Desert Wolf King saw this thing, his face changed drastically, revealing an expression of worry, joy, and surprise.
The Thousand Miles Sound Talisman! As a great demon clan in the late stage of True King, Desert Wolf King naturally recognized this object at a glance.
It’s no wonder that his expression is so wonderful. It should be noted that although the function of this treasure is similar to that of a transmission talisman, it is quite different in terms of its preciousness. This talisman can not only transmit sounds, but also transmit images!
A trace of hesitation flashed across the face of the Desert Wolf King, and with a wave of his hand, the jade talisman fell into his palm, sinking his consciousness into it.
"Ah!" After only half a cup of tea, the Desert Wolf King raised his head, but his face turned green and white, very strange, and he started to gnash his teeth faintly!
Finally, the Desert Wolf King sighed and stopped attacking.
The ancestor of Qiu Shan was able to breathe, but his expression was suspicious and alert. Seeing that the opponent could kill him with more force, why did he suddenly stop attacking? What was the old monster thinking?
"Fellow Taoist Qiushan, let me ask again, did you really not snatch the elf doll?" asked the Indifferent Wolf King seriously.
"How many times do you want me to tell you that there is no enmity between the Open Sect and the nobles? Why should we do such a thankless thing? It's all just a misunderstanding." Qiu Shan Patriarch said seriously.
"Okay, I will trust you for now." King Desert Wolf said.
Ancestor Qiu Shan frowned. Naturally, he would not let down his guard just now. He had already reached this point, and it seemed a little weird that the other party suddenly made such a choice.
However, the Desert Wolf King didn't say much. Thousands of flames flew out from his sleeves with a flick of his robe. The ancestor of Qiu Shan was startled. The other party actually used the sound transmission method of spiritual consciousness to transform into a thousand. With his
It is not difficult to spy on his magical power. The Desert Wolf King ordered the monsters to stop attacking.
It doesn't look like this old monster is playing tricks... Although he was doubtful, Patriarch Qiu Shan would not miss such a good opportunity. After a slight hesitation, he ordered his disciples to stop using secret techniques.
There was still a strong smell of blood in the air, but the sounds of killings and explosions gradually subsided.
"Fellow Taoist Qiushan, your noble sect is the direct descendant of Fairy Qingluan. As a great elder, how much do you know about the catastrophe millions of years ago?" King Desert Wolf raised his eyebrows and suddenly spoke calmly.
"The catastrophe a million years ago?" Ancestor Qiu Shan was startled when he heard this. He lowered his head and fell into thinking. After a while, he spoke loudly: "Fellow Taoist, are you talking about those demons?"
"Yes, it seems that your Excellency really knows." The Desert Wolf King said with a satisfied look on his face.
"But weren't they killed by the seniors of your and my clans working together?" Qiushan Patriarch said.
"Why, is this recorded in your sect's classics?" King Mo Lang frowned and said in surprise.
"You can't say that. To be honest with fellow Taoists, our sect's Sutra-Tiding Pavilion was destroyed more than 100,000 years ago, and many important classics were lost. Therefore, I don't know how the battle with the demons went.
He is the Great Elder, but he understands it but doesn’t know it clearly. He quickly speculated on the situation.” Qiu Shan Patriarch sighed and said this.
"So that's it. Fellow Taoist, take a look at this jade talisman. Everything will be clear." As the Desert Wolf King said this, he raised his hand and a white light flew out. It was the Wanli talisman just now.
Ancestor Qiu Shan hesitated for a moment, then used his magical power to create a big hand and took the talisman into his palm. After just one glance, his expression changed drastically: "This is something belonging to Ancestor Jing Hui. Isn't that old man no longer interested in worldly affairs?"
What?"
Ancestor Jinghui is the only remaining demon clan from the True Emperor period in the Lost Dimension. Although Ancestor Qiu Shan is a human cultivator, he does not dare to be disrespectful to him in the slightest.
It's just that the old monster has long been living in seclusion in the mountains and swamps, preparing to survive the catastrophe of the True Saint. Regardless of the rights and wrongs of the human race or the demon race, he will never interfere in the slightest.
It turns out that he was the one who created the Wanli Talisman, so no wonder the Desert Wolf King stopped.
The ancestor of Qiu Shan was shocked and doubtful, and carefully let his consciousness sink in.
After a moment, Patriarch Qiu Shan raised his head, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Impossible. Millions of years ago, we humans had five true emperor masters, and your demon race was also at its peak. Just the seniors in the true emperor stage.
, there were four of them, and these nine masters joined forces and actually failed to completely kill the demons, but sealed them."
"Hmph, why is this impossible? Ancestor Jing Hui said it clearly in the jade talisman. The False Demon Emperor's supernatural powers were unique. What's more, the situation at that time was special, so nine senior experts chose to join forces to seal this monster. However,
So many years have passed, and after being consumed by the Heart-corroding Soul-corrupting Formation, his soul should have been wiped out long ago, but for some unknown reason, someone has broken into the sealed space now. Could it be a cultivator from your noble sect?"
The Desert Wolf King spoke with ill intentions.
"Fellow Taoist, what you said is inappropriate. I have already said that even I don't know these ancient secrets. Although Hantan and Bloody Bamboo Forest are the forbidden areas, I don't know that they are the entrances to the sealed demon space.
Not to mention other monks." Patriarch Qiu Shan raised his eyebrows and said this.
"Who could it be? Ancestor Jinghui also has a sensor bead, otherwise he wouldn't know that someone has broken into the forbidden space. According to what he said, every generation of the True Emperor Monster Clan is responsible for guarding this place.
Heavy responsibility, originally you human monks were the same, but unfortunately so many years have passed, except for the five true emperor masters back then, there has never been a master of the true emperor stage." The corner of the Molang King's mouth was hidden with sarcasm, and he said lightly.
Patriarch Qiu Shan showed a slightly embarrassed look on his face, but he quickly covered it up and said: "What are you talking about now? Since Patriarch Jing Hui has a decree, and this matter is of great importance, you and I will go and see it together."
Look!"
Qiu Shan Patriarch said this, but he felt ridiculous in his heart. Just now, the two sides were fighting for life and death, but in the blink of an eye, they actually wanted to join forces again...
"But after this incident, fellow Taoists can no longer cause trouble for my Lost Sect." Qiu Shan Patriarch said.
"Don't worry, I am not a renegade person." The Desert Wolf King patted his chest and assured him, but a ray of light flashed in his eyes.
Although the matter of the demon clan is not trivial, Xuanji's safety cannot be easily ignored. Huilan has already found clues, but why there is no news about Guan Zai.
It would be fine if the Elf Doll has nothing to do with the Lost Sect. So what if he turns his back later on? The world of immortality does not care about benevolence, justice and morality.
Even with this thought in his mind, the Desert Wolf King still asked the monsters to retreat temporarily. Some superficial skills must be done. The ancestor of Qiu Shan breathed a sigh of relief.
The ancestor of Qiu Shan was also very cunning and cunning. Of course, he would not let down his guard just because of the other party's slight kindness. He secretly used the technique of sound transmission from thousands of miles to give a few words to several of his nephews. Then, together with the Desert Wolf King, he escaped into the light like the queen of the general altar.
The mountain flies away.
"Senior Brother Zheng, what's going on? Why did those demon tribes suddenly retreat? The great elder actually flew away with the Desert Wolf King. Could it be that something happened in between?" The person who spoke was the female cultivator of the True Lord in palace clothes. She
Although he has not died, he has obviously suffered a lot, and his face is full of doubts at this moment.
"How do I know that the great elder only sent a message to let us be careful about the monsters around us? He didn't say much to my brother about the rest. But according to my guess, something happened in the middle." The white-bearded old man said.
He shook his head, with the same confused look on his face. What happened just now was a bit too strange.
"Hmph, be on guard against the demon clan. Could this be the end of this bloody feud?" the woman in palace clothes said unwillingly.
The rest of the Zhenjun old monsters also had expressions of resentment on their faces. The Lost Desert Monster Clan came to their door inexplicably and killed most of the elite disciples of their sect. Naturally, they were unwilling to accept it.
The white-bearded old man sighed. Compared to other junior brothers and sisters, he was more mature and cautious. He was also very angry about what happened to his sect. However, in the world of immortality, the emphasis is on the law of the jungle and the strong. Without enough strength, revenge is purely empty talk.
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If the war can be stopped, it will be the best outcome for this sect. What the Lost Sect needs now is to recuperate. Otherwise, if it continues to weaken, other sects may also come to bully them.
"Send the order and ask the disciples to be on guard against the demon clan, but they must not easily provoke a war." The white-bearded old man ordered with a solemn expression.
"Senior brother..." Everyone said with hatred in their eyes.
"You still haven't accepted the decree?" the white-bearded old man said angrily.
"Yes!" Seeing the majestic look on the white-bearded old man's face, the woman in palace clothes stamped her feet, and finally went down with other old monsters from the True Lord Stage to deliver the order.
In fact, not only the immortal cultivators, but also the demon clan is in trouble. After all, they are completely at the upper hand. It won't take long to eradicate the entire lost sect. Why, my lord?
"Young Master, as the saying goes, if you cut the grass without uprooting it, it will grow again with the spring breeze. We have formed a bloody feud with the lost sect and we cannot let it go so easily." Someone said to Young Master Mo Lang.
"Yes, human beings are cunning. How can they know the whereabouts of the elf dolls if they don't slaughter their golden tribe?" A True Lord-level demon tribe helped from the side.
"Besides, the taste of the monk Yuanying is also good. He has already reached this point, and Liao doesn't want to let it go in vain." Another late-stage True Lord demon clan licked his lips and said fiercely.