The Golden Pheasant Elder let out a great roar. The golden pheasant flapped its wings madly, kicking up a fierce gust of wind that uprooted many towering trees. The Sacred Hall
At this moment, the disciples of the Pheasant's Grace mountain all rushed over. They cried out, "Master! First senior brother? "
"A bunch of trash!" The Golden Pheasant Elder raised his hand, and the fierce gust of wind blew them away. They collided heavily against a tree and slid down, but none of them dared to grumble.
"Forgive us, master!" "Spare us, master!"
The Golden Pheasant Elder's heaving chest settled down slightly. He called out, "Where's Song Ming?"
Song Ming made his way over meekly and knelt on the ground. "Master!" Suddenly, he felt an invisible force press down on him, pushing him to the ground.
The Golden Pheasant Elder said, "This is all because of you. If it weren't for a piece of trash like you, your senior brother wouldn't have, wouldn't have …"
"Fellow Golden Pheasant, no one expected something like this to happen. Why must you vent your anger on a junior?"
A slow, leisurely voice rang out from the sky. Before anyone knew it, the Green Vine Elder and the Lone Grave Elder had appeared in the air. The one who spoke was obviously the Green Vine Elder. The two of them exchanged glances, and they seemed to be smiling.
The three mountains were both allies, but they also competed with one another. One was stronger than the other. The Pheasant's Grace mountain had lost a genius disciple, which was great news to them. They were even happier than obtaining a daemon core.
The Golden Pheasant Elder became furious again. His chest heaved up and down viciously again. "This is a matter of my Pheasant's Grace mountain. It has nothing to do with you two old coots!"
"Fellow Golden Pheasant, that's where you're wrong. Our three mountains are allies, so your enemy is obviously our enemy. Once you return, immediately issue a bounty for the three mountains. We have to bring the culprit to justice," said the Green Vine Elder. Who knew whether he was smiling or not from his mouth hidden under his beard.
"Yes!" The Lone Grave Elder nodded.
The Golden Pheasant Elder was unable to turn him down. His desire to avenge his beloved disciple trumped his pride, but it had been a long time since he had been insulted like this. He ground his teeth and said, "If you find that kid, don't be in a hurry to kill him. Just contact me. I want to capture him alive and skin him alive to appease the hatred in my heart. Sacred Hall! "
Song Ming continued to lie on the ground. His face was ashen. Although he had survived, his future on the Pheasant's Grace mountain could be regarded as gloomy once his master became disgusted with him.
How did this happen?
He could never have imagined that his eldest senior brother, who was in the ninth layer of Qi Refinement, would die at the hands of such a small fry. He had heard that Master had given him two supreme-grade talismans. Even if he encountered a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he would have a way to survive. How could he die at the hands of a small fry?
The other disciples of the Pheasant's Grace mountain lowered their heads in grief and fury. The Divine Heaven's Heaven was them all. Although Heaven. Sect King Out Yan Heaven.
In particular, the two eighth layer Qi Practitioners had always been firmly suppressed by the first senior brother, unable to catch a breather. Now that the first senior brother had passed away, they could obtain even more resources. They might even have the chance to inherit the position of sect master. Wasn't this fantastic news that had fallen from the heavens? Thinking of this, they exchanged glances and immediately turned away.
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No one knew. Li Qingshan listened to them quietly.
In the centre of the mountain, in the depths of the earth, Li Qingshan had concealed all of his aura. He was like a hibernating toad, buried in the earth.
Actually, even without purposefully concealing it, his aura was already extremely feeble. It was very difficult for people to detect him.
His back had basically been charred completely. He could not feel anything at all. The tiny hole in his chest was currently ripping apart and growing larger bit by bit. Violent spiritual qi rampaged through his body. Even the spirit turtle's daemon core was basically unable to suppress it.
Who knew how many times he had braved death from a single encounter with a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He had only barely managed to escape thanks to his talismans and the geographical advantage. However, he was still heavily injured. He was a mess from the inside out, completely immobilised by the earth. If he were a regular Qi Practitioner, he would have died already.
However, he could not care about the danger he was in, nor did he care about his wounds. He focused all of his attention on his ears, using his extraordinary hearing to listen to the words on the ground. He was focused and solemn. ("")
Only when the voices vanished did he suddenly smile. His smile gradually widened, revealing his ghastly, white teeth. Although there was no sound coming from it, the malevolence and insolence was becoming more and more intense.
Sharp claws extended from his hands and feet, and his hair became scarlet red. At the same time, it spread throughout his body. His iron-black skin was densely covered in stripes that resembled tiger stripes. Even his eyes had become two beastly pupils filled with malice.
He had actually broken through to the second layer of the Tiger Demon's Fist of Bone Forging at a time like this.
The path of the tiger demon could only be comprehended through intense battle. Li Qingshan had basically gone through five battles without stopping today. The masked man in black was the first battle, the Truth-seeking society was the second battle, the Hawkwolf Guard was the third battle, the first senior brother was the fourth battle, and the Golden Pheasant Elder was the fifth battle.
Each battle was more intense and dangerous than the last. He was heavily injured and exhausted, and only then did he manage to carve out a path of survival. He had been pushed to the limit. If he could survive, then he would erupt!
Li Qingshan began to struggle, producing a soundless roar. His long canines were like sharp daggers as his body gradually grew larger, pushing aside the rock around him and turning into his daemon form.
Daemon qi surged, crushing and annihilating the foreign spiritual qi in his body. The hole in his chest shrank, and the wounds on his back closed up rapidly, returning to normal a while later. No, they had become even tougher than before.
After the great damage, the Ox Demon Forges its Hide had actually strengthened. It was like black metal had undergone another round of forging. Its defences had doubled at the very least. Even if he was directly struck by a mid grade spiritual artifact, he would not be damaged at all.
Li Qingshan smiled in a self-deprecating manner. As it seemed, he would have to suffer a little more injuries in the future.
With the powerful life force and regeneration of his daemon body, he had completely recovered in a while.
Letting out a gentle sigh, Li Qingshan used the Spirit Turtle's Method of Sea Suppression again and returned to human form. More accurately, he was half-human, half-beast.
He did return to his original size, but he had a head of fiery hair, scarlet eyes, a mouthful of sharp teeth, and the pattern of a beast on his face. He did not seem human no matter how he looked at him.
Li Qingshan could not be bothered with that. He found a direction and used his sharp claws to dig as hard as he could.
An indescribable fire filled his heart, supporting his movements. The pitch-black soil seemed to become the faces of his enemies. He grabbed at them as hard as he could and ripped them apart. Only then could he ease the agitation in his heart.
The tiger demon's main killer had the greatest influence on his mind.
However, he no longer tried to control this influence and suppress this killing intent. Instead, he allowed it to blaze in his heart like a raging fire.
Suddenly, his vision cleared up. He had finally dug out a cave that had not collapsed. He leapt down and turned around gracefully in the air, running towards the depths of the cave.
… …
In the desolate mountains, a child waited silently in a pit covered by the ocean. This was also the arrangement they had made. If they were separated, they would meet up at the entrance of another cave.
She was expressionless and motionless. If it were not for her clothes fluttering in the wind, she would look like a marble statue standing in the snow from afar.
However, her heart had long been like the magma under the icy plains, boiling hot and anxious.
A Black Hou that looked like a bear but was three or four times bigger took heavy steps in search of food in the forest. It suddenly sniffed, and a thick sandalwood fragrance came along with the cold wind.
It passed through the dense forest and came to the edge of the pit. Looking down, it saw the motionless child. Saliva naturally flowed down. But then it hesitated. That child's body seemed to emit a formless radiance, holy and noble, awe-inspiring and inviolable.
Buddhas bowed their heads to demons. Eminent monks walked the path, lions and tigers avoided them.
However, in the end, the ferocity of its appetite overwhelmed its intelligence. It pounced towards the child, its huge body seeming incomparably light.
Little Ann turned her head expressionlessly. Her glass-like eyes met its fierce gaze. It trembled all over.
Flawless purity was also deep indifference. The clearest water could not contain a fish. She was not like a child, not even like a human.
But then she suddenly turned her head, ignoring the Black Hou that was already within reach. Her eyes rippled with heartfelt joy. At this time, her body suddenly became livelier. It was as if the exquisite puppet had turned into a human child.
But Black Hou's eyes were filled with panic. Unable to care about the prey in front of it, it turned and fled. A terrifying aura was rapidly approaching.
Not long after Hei Teng escaped, a black silhouette pierced through the snow. Two glowing scarlet eyes appeared above Hei Teng's head and casually swung its claws. Hei Teng's brain immediately burst open and he fell to the ground with a whimper.
But the black shadow was still not satisfied. Its long arm stretched out and pulled out a scalding heart.
If a normal person saw this scene, they would definitely be frightened to the point of wetting their pants. Even Qi Practitioners would tremble in fear.
But the child's face was full of joy. She blurted out, "Qingshan!"
The black shadow abruptly turned its head and stared straight at the child. The red light in its eyes gradually dissipated, and the dense killing intent on its body seemed to fade a little. It revealed a somewhat sinister smile. "This is the first time you've called my name."
Facing Little Ann's worried gaze, Li Qingshan smiled. "I've broken through to the second level. How is it? Not bad, right?" With a casual wave of his hand, four deep claw marks were left on the stone wall ten meters away.
Little Ann nodded seriously, expressing her admiration for his new appearance.
"My Little Ann sure has good taste!" Li Qingshan laughed heartily. He picked her up and placed her on his neck, then walked into the cave.
"Where are we going?" Little Ann asked.
"To the underground meeting, of course."
"Isn't it going to take many days?"
"We need to prepare in advance to welcome our friends on the surface and do our duty as hosts."
"Can I kill them all?"
"Of course!"
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