In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
Feng Haiyang stared at the tribulation water in front of him. In the torrential turbid tide, there were more than thirty shadows of demons. They were like fish swimming in the stream, swaying back and forth. From time to time, there would be a rustling sound that lingered in his ears like whispers.
In his plan, he would need at least a hundred demons to have the confidence to fight with the disciples of Xuanmen. These were far from enough.
Just as he was about to cultivate again, he suddenly felt a violent tremor in his sleeve, as if the Jun Yang Pot was jumping non-stop. He had no choice but to stop halfway and take out the treasured pot from his sleeve.
When he held it in his hand, it was still struggling and trembling. It was as if it would fly away if he let go of it.
He could not help but frown. The Jun Yang Pot and the Star Stone were originally one. In this world, the spiritual vigor would rotate once every 108 days. At that time, the spiritual pot would move in the void and go somewhere else. He would need the talisman order to find it again.
It seemed that because the time was approaching, the spiritual vigor on the pot had accumulated and was ready to move. Therefore, the movement was getting louder and louder.
Once the treasure pot moved, it would be extremely difficult to find it again. He did not have absolute confidence.
What worried him was that if the pot went to the other side of the Star Stone and happened to be found by the disciples of Xuanmen, they would take Jun Yang's Qi of Essence. Then, all his hard work would be in vain.
For the six demon sects, stopping Xuanmen from taking Jun Yang's Qi of Essence was the most important thing in this Mystical Demon Competition. The demon sects were in a prosperous state. If they could get the Qi of Essence, it would be the icing on the cake. However, if Xuanmen could not get it, it would be one disaster after another. Therefore, even if the demon sects did not get anything, as long as they successfully stopped Xuanmen, they would win this sword battle.
After all, the demon sects had been suppressed by Xuanmen for thousands of years. Their decline could not be reversed overnight. If they won the sword battle, it would have an extraordinary significance. For the disciples of the demon sects, it would have an inspiring effect. When Feng Haiyang returned to the sect, his reputation would increase greatly. He would be the first among his peers. Even those who had entered the Third Stage of Yuanying Realm before him would not be able to compete with him. They would not be able to compete with him.
In this way, he would be supported by the sect and become a cave in a hundred years. It was not an extravagant hope.
Comparing the Yuanying Realm and the Manifestation Realm, the difference could be said to be like the difference between the heavens and the earth. Once a cultivator stepped into the Yuanying Realm, they would transform from a chess piece to a player. So FenghaiEye had long since secretly resolved that he would strive for this fortune no matter what.
Thinking of this, his face showed a serious expression. He seemed to be calculating something important.
After thinking seriously for a while, he finally made up his mind. He first put away the Jun Yang Pot, then took out the second talisman from his sleeve pocket and shook it open. He gently guided the pot, and another ball of Jun Yang's energy was pulled out from the mouth of the pot.
Feng Hai Hai roared and channeled his mana. Thirty-three demons flew out from the Calamity Water and hovered in midair. When they saw the ball of Spiritual Qi, their eyes filled with greed. They wanted to take a bite out of it, but Feng Hai Hai didn't order them to. They didn't dare to approach it. They just kept circling around it.
Feng Haiyang looked at the energy in his hand with pity. If this ball of Jun Yang's energy was obtained by a Third Stage of Yuanying Realm cultivator, as long as the opportunity came, they could use it to enter the Grotto-Heaven Realm. Now, he was going to feed it to the demons. It was really an extravagant move. If the elders of the demon sects found out about this, they would probably punish him severely.
However, the number of demons he refined was still not enough to fight against the Xuan Men. Therefore, he could only use this method to increase the power of the demons to make up for the shortcomings.
As long as he defeated the Xuan Men, he could get more than ten portions of Jun Yang's energy. However, if he did not win, even if he took it back, he might not be able to use it.
Thinking of this, he was even more determined. He raised his hand and threw the energy out. When the demons saw this, they immediately swarmed over and tried to tear this ball of energy into pieces. However, this energy was strange. It could only be refined at once, and it could not be separated by Taoist spells or magic treasures. Therefore, after a long time, they could not tear even a strand of it.
The thirty-three demons had their own intelligence. After circling around, they suddenly roared in unison. They suddenly combined their bodies and turned into one. They opened their mouths and sucked the ball of energy down. With a shrill cry, they threw it into the Tribulation Water. In just a moment, many inexplicable changes occurred. Their bodies seemed real and illusory, but now, they looked like a ball of clear Qi. If one did not look closely, it would be hard to notice.
Only then did Feng Hai Yang feel happy. However, the Kalpa water suddenly began to churn as if it was boiling. A powerful force rushed up and shook his chest. His expression changed, and he hurriedly used a spell to separate the demon heads. More than twenty of the demon heads suddenly exploded and floated away. It was obvious that they could not withstand the power of the essence Qi.
Feng Haiyang's expression became serious. He held his breath and focused. He tried to use his mana to help the remaining demons pass this stage.
After seven days, he finally stabilized the Tribulation Water and was no longer tortured by the energy.
During this process, another nine demons dissipated one after another. At this point, only three demons remained.
He shook his head. The Tribulation Water spun, and the thirty demons that had exploded were refined again. However, they couldn't compare to the remaining three demons.
He thought to himself, "Although it is not as good as I thought, with these three demons that have been nourished by Jun Yang's energy, I can still fight with the Xuanmen."
While he was thinking, his arm suddenly shook. The Jun Yang Kettle rushed out of his sleeve. It flashed for a moment and disappeared.
Feng Hai Yang laughed and stood up. With a shake of his body, he released more than a thousand demon generals and ordered them to search for the Jun Yang Treasured Kettle.
With the help of the demons, he had an advantage in finding the Jun Yang Kettle. However, he could not guarantee that he would be lucky enough to find the Jun Yang Kettle before the Xuanmen. Therefore, he could only fight with the disciples of the Xuanmen and take the initiative.
It would be best if he could kill all the disciples of the Celestial Sect of Wonders with just the thirty or so demons in his hands. If that was not possible, he had to stall the other party before the group of demons found the Jun Yang Pot again.
He let out a long roar, spread his sleeves, and activated his escape technique. He turned into a ball of surging yellow smoke and soared into the sky.
On the Star Stone Road, the disciples of the Xuanmen who came for the sword duel were sitting on a high cliff. They were concentrating on controlling their Qi and breathing spiritual vigor.
Although the thousands of demons had not left, they could only stop outside because they were blocked by the formation. They could not come in and disturb the place.
The spiritual Qi here was obtained from the Star Stone outside the Ninth Heaven. Although after falling to the Second Heaven, eighty to ninety percent of the spiritual Qi had dissipated, it was still far better than a paradise. It was similar to the Spirit Cave in the Donghua Continent. It was an excellent place to cultivate the mind. One year of cultivation here was equivalent to ten years of cultivation in the outside world. After these days, everyone's cultivation had improved greatly.
Zhang Yan sat cross-legged on a large green rock. At this moment, the cloud above his head had already condensed to the point of seeming material, and its glow was like a rainbow that glowed with five colors. Beside this cloud was another cloud that had already slowly condensed into form. However, it was still weak, and it seemed as if it would scatter with a gust of wind. It drifted indeterminately, and as it breathed in and out, this cloud revolved ceaselessly.
At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the spiritual Qi. He immediately felt it. His eyelids moved slightly. He opened his eyes and saw that a talisman that was originally floating in the air had burned and turned into ashes.
This talisman was given by Elder Shen earlier. There was a spell on it. After a hundred days, the talisman would burn and disturb the spiritual Qi, waking everyone up from their meditation.
Zhang Yan observed silently and noticed that a hundred days had passed and his mana had increased by a little. He couldn't help but think to himself, "What a pity, if I could get the help of the Qian Tian Jun Yang Essence Qi during my cultivation, I would definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort and my advancement would be able to improve a little more."
In the past, the cultivators who entered the Xuanmen could cultivate in peace because there was no Demon Sect to fight with them for the talisman. Those who were promised by their masters could even get some Jun Yang Essence Qi for their own use. Their cultivation improved even faster.
But this sword duel was different because there were Demon Sect disciples watching from the side. Not only did they not have the Essence Qi to support them, they had to be vigilant at all times.
Huo Xuan spat out a golden-red light from his mouth. He then slowly retracted his Qi dynamic and opened his eyes.
Zhong Mu Qing and Luo Qing Yu woke up one after another. When they looked over, they saw that the two clouds above Huo Xuan's head had turned from illusory to solid, and the third cloud had a faint shadow. It was obvious that his cultivation had improved greatly.
Among the top ten disciples of the Qincang School, Huo Xuan was the first one to enter the Yuanying state. He achieved Nascent Soul more than sixty years and his foundation was stable. If he could cultivate for another one or two years without any distractions, he would be able to step into the second Yuanying state.
Every time the Star Stone returned to the Second Heaven, it would stay for three years. When the spiritual opportunity was activated, it would return to the outside of the Ninth Heaven. It would be enough if he could cultivate step by step. However, everyone knew that Feng Haiyang would not give them such a chance.
After Huo Xuan retracted his Qi dynamic, he looked around and saw that the Yang couple and Elder Shen had also retracted their cultivation. He said, "Everyone, it has been more than a hundred days. The Jun Yang Pot must have gone somewhere else. If Feng Haiyang wants to make a move, it will be within these few days. We need to be careful."
Yang Bi's expression changed slightly. He asked, "What if he doesn't come?"
Huo Xuan said, "That's easy. Junior Brother Zhang has the mirror with him. We can go and find the Jun Yang Pot together."
Yang Bi nodded. He suddenly thought of something and said, "Zhenren Xun has been alone for the past hundred days. I wonder how he is doing?"
Luo Qingyu smiled and said, "Although Zhenren Xun does not have the protection of the formation, he has the sword pellet with him. He will give us a warning when there is danger. Moreover, the place where he cultivates is not far from us. Even if Feng Haiyang went to look for him, how would there be no movement? Since there is no news, he should be fine. "
Xun Huaiying suddenly left that day. After that, he sent a letter back. He mentioned that the cultivation method in the sect was unique and needed another place to cultivate.
Although he said it politely, everyone knew that this Shaoqing disciple was arrogant. He did not want to enter the Four Symbols Profound Formation to cultivate. He did not want to owe the Qincang school a favor. They could not force him and could only let him be.
While they were talking, Zhang Yan suddenly noticed something strange. He immediately turned his gaze and saw that a few miles to the west, there was a stream of black water falling from the sky with great momentum. But in the blink of an eye, another sword light soared up and glowed with a brilliance of a hundred zhang in the air, fiercely slashing down!
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