Soon he flew to a height of more than fifty feet, and the human face came into view again. Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his sleeves and robes, and a ray of light flew out, turning into a blue tree about ten feet long in mid-air.
The big hand, with fingers like hooks, fished for the Tianji Pearl.
However, the human face on the tree opened its mouth, and a black light spurted out, slashing hard at the clear hand.
Yuwen Zhouyuan has not shown any strange color. All things can cultivate immortality, but plants are particularly difficult. This ancient tree has existed for countless thousands of years. It is not surprising that spiritual consciousness has been opened.
With a flick of his finger, a sword energy shot out, knocking the black light away, and his big hand continued to fish it out hard.
"Whoosh!" Countless vines flew out of nowhere and formed a net to block the big hand. Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his brows and finally showed a bit of evil spirit on his face.
As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hand, the chaotic sky fire appeared in the air. He raised his hand and pointed, and the fire immediately turned into a bird about a foot long. It flapped its wings and seemed to be bumped forward.
Trees are afraid of fire, let alone chaotic sky fire. Almost as soon as they come into contact, those vines shrink back as if they have encountered a nemesis.
But the tree didn't stay dry. The mouth on the trunk opened and spurted out a ball of black light, which quickly expanded and turned into a wind dragon.
"I know that your intelligence has been awakened and you can understand people's words. Hand over the Tianji Pearl obediently. I know that it is not easy for you to practice and I will not hurt you. Otherwise..." Before Yu Wen Zhouyuan finished speaking, a sharp light came from him.
It flew out from his sleeves, and with a slight flash, cut the wind dragon into two pieces.
The Zhoujin Destruction Sword! In terms of attack power, this weapon is the strongest among his several flying swords.
As expected, the ancient tree showed fear and did not dare to entangle with Yuwen Zhouyuan any longer. The big green hand reached down and held the Tianji Pearl in its palm.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's face showed joy, and as soon as he made a seal, his big green hand held the treasure and flew in front of him.
The Tianji Pearl is about the size of a fist. It is neither gold nor jade. It is obviously gray, but it gives people a very strange and gorgeous feeling. It also contains incredible spiritual power.
Even the best crystal stones cannot compare with it, and it is worthy of being one of the top ten treasures of lost space.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was overjoyed in his heart, but showed no emotion on the surface. He took out a jade box from his arms and carefully put the treasure in it.
During this process, most of Yuwen Zhouyuan's energy was actually focused on Princess Molang behind him. Seeing that Huilan didn't move, he was relieved. After all, it would not benefit anyone to fall out now.
Putting the jade box carefully into the storage bag, Yuwen Zhouyuan turned around and said, "Princess Huilan, let's continue to look for the exit, and explore this space by the way. Maybe we can gain something else."
Huilan had no objection: "Okay. Let's search the area first, and we can act separately."
Before he finished speaking, a series of popping sounds suddenly reached his ears, rumbling, the ground shook, and the aura became abnormal.
The two of them were stunned for a moment. Could it be that there are other monks who have come to this mysterious space?
"It could also be a demon. I remember I was attacked before entering the black hole." Huilan thought for a moment and said this.
"No matter what, let's go take a look first. Maybe we can get clues to leaving." After thinking about it for a while, Yuwen Zhouyuan said solemnly.
"Okay, but be careful. It's best to restrain your breath and find a way to leave. If you can't find it for the time being, I don't want to be in danger and have a meaningless fight." Huilan frowned lightly.
Said lightly.
Naturally, Yuwen Zhouyuan would not have any objections, but was very approving of it.
Then he made a hand with both hands and used the Qi-condensing method in the Creation of Chaos Art. The whole person's aura became vague, and even the heartbeat and blood flow were covered up.
"Brother Yuwen has such magical powers." Huilan's face showed a look of surprise, and she was secretly glad that she didn't do anything just now. This young man's methods are really endless.
After letting out a chuckle, Huilan first put the elf sister into the spirit beast bag on her waist, then opened her sandalwood mouth, sprayed out a stream of essence, wrapped it towards herself, and her entire figure disappeared.
The Desert Wolf clan is naturally good at illusions. This kind of concealment technique is just childish for her.
Some faint black air enveloped Yuwen Zhouyuan, the color of which was almost the same as the surrounding thick fog. It was completely integrated. Yuwen Zhouyuan and Huilan flew towards the place ahead where the spiritual power was fluctuating.
At the same time, in a certain spacious and abnormally large hall, the magic mist surged and formed a dark magic cloud.
Among the demonic clouds, there was a faint figure flashing, it was the False Demon Emperor who was possessed by Ancestor Liuli.
At this time, this guy's face was full of pride, and countless venomous snake-like tentacles sprouted from the top of his head again. The top of the tentacles had firmly bitten the body of a monk.
Looking at the clothes, it turns out to be the current leader of the Lost Sect, the ancestor of Qiushan!
Speaking of which, this great monk of the True King was unlucky. After entering the Demon Palace, he and the Desert Wolf King acted separately. After all, the two of them were enemies rather than friends. If they stayed together, they would have to devote their energy to guarding against their opponents.
What's more, searching separately would be much more efficient, but Qiushan Patriarch was unexpectedly attacked by the Demon King of Falsehood on the way.
Originally a great monk in the True King stage, Patriarch Qiu Shan's cultivation was extraordinary. However, before entering this place, he had a great battle with the Desert Wolf King and consumed nine out of ten of his mana. He still had no time to recover.
His spiritual consciousness was also greatly affected, and he was accidentally attacked by the demons.
However, even though he was at the end of his strength, Patriarch Qiu Shan's magical powers were still far beyond those of the two demon clans at the True Monarch stage, and he managed to escape the Nascent Soul at the critical moment.
Of course, the False Demon Emperor would not let it go. The demonic cloud surged and transformed into several dragons that were more than ten feet long, and fiercely rushed towards the Nascent Soul of the Qiushan Patriarch.
Yuanying's face was full of resentment, and he spat out a meter-sized cyan ball from his small mouth. When he touched it with his small hand, the ball suddenly swelled up and radiated like a dazzling sun.
Unlike the monks at the True King stage, after advancing to the True King stage, the Nascent Soul has become relatively solid, and even if it loses its body, it can still exert considerable strength.
You can imagine the depression in Qiu Shan Patriarch's heart when he was inexplicably attacked by the opponent. He gritted his teeth and drove the treasure to hit the opponent.
The dragon transformed from the demonic energy did not show any signs of weakness and pounced on him fiercely. Almost as soon as they made contact, the demonic dragon gained the upper hand.
A trace of gloom flashed across Yuanying's face for a moment, and then a horrifying scene fell into his eyes. Through those tentacles, the demon actually absorbed his body without leaving any trace.
"Swallowing flesh and blood, are you the Demon Emperor of Falsehood?" Qiu Shan Patriarch suddenly seemed to have remembered something, and his expression changed drastically as he spoke.
According to the records of this sect, although there were many demon clans that invaded that year, there was only one who liked to devour the monk Ran's body, the most vicious Demon Emperor of Falsehood.
The Demon Emperor of the Illusion said in a sinister manner: "Oh, you know me? Your supernatural power is not weak, you have just been promoted to the True King Stage monk. Huh! The leader of the Lost Sect doesn't know how many generations you are now. You were originally from the same sect.
, I am also considered your ancestor. If I hadn’t been in urgent need of the monk’s Nascent Soul flesh and blood, I wouldn’t have been able to spare your life. As for now, boy, your fate is in danger.”
Before he finished speaking, the False Demon King spurted out a mouthful of pure demonic energy. The dragon became more ferocious and beat the round jewel to pieces with three strikes.
"What did you say?" After listening to the other party's words, a trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiu Shan. Who is the same ancestor? Is this demon trying to disturb his mind?
As soon as he had this idea, he saw his treasure falling. He couldn't help but turn pale with shock. He didn't think carefully about it. He pinched the figure with both hands and disappeared from the place.
The False Demon Emperor narrowed his eyes, raised his left hand and flew out a black light. Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiu Shan, stumbled out, with a face full of horror: "You can even break through teleportation."
"Hmph, what bullshit teleportation? What you are performing is just a simplified version. Real teleportation is a secret technique that can only be mastered by monks in the upper world. Although I am not completely fused, I can only use this body for ten seconds.
One-third of the magical power, but it is still easy to break through your specious teleportation." There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of the False Demon Emperor's mouth.
"Body, fusion? Are you not the real False Demon Emperor?" Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiushan, said with a greatly changed expression.
"Hmph! Does it make any difference to you whether I am the False Demon Emperor or not? If you are wise, stop resisting in vain. Just let me devour you and you will suffer less. Anyway, in front of me, you are absolutely useless.
If there is nowhere to escape, why bother making such futile efforts?" That arrogant voice penetrated the ears, causing pain to the eardrums.
Poor Ancestor Qiu Shan's body was completely swallowed up and fused. The demonic mist surged and was sucked into the body by the figure. The False Demon Emperor showed his full appearance.
A look of fear appeared on the little face of Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiu Shan, and the last trace of luck was wiped out. Sure enough, he was the legendary strange demon clan. His image was completely consistent with what was recorded in the classics.
It is said that this demon was originally a Taoist cultivator. After entering the True Emperor Stage, because there was no treasure to overcome the tribulation, before his life span was exhausted, he broke the void and came to the demon world, and successfully imbued his body with demonic energy.
And when the demons attacked the lost space countless thousands of years ago, the human cultivators joined forces with the demons to start a life-and-death battle with the demons. The demons were defeated, but they were not willing to accept it, so they used weird secret methods and paid a huge price.
Some of their kind were invited from the upper realm, and the False Demon Emperor was one of the most powerful ones.
Originally, based on the strength of the demon clan, it was still slightly outmatched, but with the addition of the human race's true emperor masters, especially the five true emperor masters such as Fairy Qingluan, this demon was outnumbered and was finally sealed in this mysterious space.
These thoughts flashed through the mind of Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiu Shan. Although something might have happened to this demon, it was obviously not based on the fact that he could defeat him. Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, it would be safer to escape first.
After all, without a body, the ancestor of Tianshan was really unable to exert the powerful strength of the true king stage.
Thinking of this, Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiu Shan, flipped his small hand and offered a golden talisman seal. He sprayed a mouthful of essence on it. The talisman spontaneously ignited without wind, and a ray of light flew out.
After the light circled around, it actually transformed into a phantom, six feet tall and handsome in appearance. It looked like a scholar with a sword on his back.