At the same time, at the foot of a towering mountain in the Western Desert of the Southern Zhan Prefecture, there was a huge lake. The water of the lake was black, and it was unknown how many Demon Spirits were floating within it. Although they had been dead for many years, these Demon Spirits were not free. They were sealed within the lake, and the surging resentment caused the entire lake to be dyed black. It was as terrifying as the netherworld itself.
Beside the lake, there were several hidden caves. The mysterious cultivators inside absorbed the resentment from the lake water day and night to cultivate. For thousands of years, they didn't care about worldly affairs and only cultivated day and night. However, at this moment, an old cultivator who had been immersed in his sea of knowledge for countless years was suddenly awakened as if he had sensed something.
"Trash, trash, trash!"
After the cultivator opened his bright eyes, a strand of divine sense floated out and quickly found something. His aged voice immediately shouted, causing the entire mountain to shake and the black lake water to churn.
"The Ancestor has awakened?"
In the layers of palaces on the mountain, the Huangfu Clan Master, who had just learned that Huangfu Daozi had been killed and was anxious to mobilize troops, was greatly shocked. He hurriedly knelt in the direction of the Black Water Lake and shouted, "Ancestor, please calm down. This grandson is useless. I will personally capture the person who assassinated my Huangfu Clan Daozi and exterminate his ten clans to prove my Huangfu Clan's might …"
"Daozi can die, but the lotus cannot be lost!"
Without waiting for the Huangfu Clan Master to finish speaking, the cultivator by the Black Water Lake let out a roar and a black shadow soared into the sky. At the same time, it was as if a flood dragon was rolling inside the Black Water Lake. After a long while, there was a rumble and half of the lake water was sucked out, turning into a terrifying demonic cloud. The brown-robed old cultivator tore through the void and fled toward the Bohai Nation …
With his extreme speed, it only took him half an hour to cross a hundred thousand li, which was much faster than a flying magic treasure. However, when he was only about ten thousand li away from the Bohai Nation, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. In the blink of an eye, he stopped his magical ability and floated above the clouds. A gust of wind blew in front of him and tore the clouds apart, revealing a white-haired man sitting cross-legged in the void.
In front of the man, there was a chessboard. There were only a few pieces on it, and the game was still in progress.
"Fellow Daoist, who are you? Why are you blocking my way?"
The brown-robed old man said coldly. Fearing his opponent's cultivation, he didn't directly charge forward.
The white-haired man's expression was indifferent as he lightly smiled and said, "I intend to invite you to a game of chess!"
The brows of the brows of the old man instantly knit tightly, and he shouted sternly, "I don't have time to play chess with you, quickly move aside!"
The white-haired man raised his head and looked at the brown-robed elder. He said calmly, "If you're not going to play chess, then scram back to Black Water Lake!"
The brown-robed elder instantly flew into a rage, and his gaze shot out like an arrow as he shouted coldly, "What did you say?"
The white-haired man sighed softly and said, "I really don't like you people from the Huangfu Clan. I originally shouldn't have made a move, but you've forced me to be unable to sit still. I'll give you one last chance. If you're not willing to turn back, then I'll kill you!"
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At the Green Hill Tomb, the situation had already completely gone out of control.
Not to mention the cultivators that had been lured into the Green Hill Tomb by Fang Xing, they were completely annihilated. Even the three Golden Core cultivators that stood guard outside were killed by the joint forces of the four masked cultivators. In the end, because of a single sentence, it caused the situation of all the cultivators fighting over the Huangfu Clan's fortuitous encounter. That group of pitiful cultivators from the Huangfu Clan usually had a high and mighty attitude no matter where they were, but now they had become lambs waiting to be slaughtered …
"Things have gotten out of hand!"
In the chaotic situation, the four elders of the Great Snow Mountain had already quietly retreated to the side after killing the three Golden Core cultivators from the Huangfu Clan. Looking at the chaotic situation around the Green Hill Tomb, the few of them were a little speechless, feeling that the situation was even bigger than they had imagined.
"When cultivators go crazy, it's really scary. Even the four of us feel a little shocked when we did such a thing. Where do you think that little bastard came from? At such a young age, he dares to do such a thing in the Mysterious Domain?"
Zhang Daoyi of the Ghost God Valley sighed guiltily as he looked at the scene.
When Old Monster Wan Luo heard this, he was a little proud and chuckled. "That little bastard has guts, he doesn't know fear!"
Old Man Huqin also smiled and said, "This kid is extraordinary!"
Mu Longyin said, "If he survives, I'm afraid we'll have to rely on him in the future. But let's not talk about him for now. With his ability, he should be able to escape, and we can't help him any more. Let's think about our situation. This time, things have gotten out of hand. Although the Huangfu Clan can't find any evidence to pin it on us, they're not stupid. They'll definitely think that we have something to do with it. If the Yuanying Clan of the Huangfu Clan attacks in anger, I'm afraid the four of us won't be able to withstand it …"
When Old Monster Wan Luo heard this, he sneered and said, "Do you think the Yuanying Clan will attack so easily? If the Yuanying Clan makes a move, the whole world will be shocked, and the Spiritual Mountain Temple will not sit idly by. If worst comes to worst, the four of us will shave our hair and become monks! "
When the other three heard this, they looked at each other and smiled helplessly. They knew that Old Monster Wan Luo was right.
Old Man Huqin laughed and teased his old friend. "It's not a big deal for me to become a monk. I'll be lonely anyway, and I have no other worries. But if you, the old man who was known as Hua Hua Tai Sui, became a monk, that would be quite interesting …"
Just as he was about to leave, Old Man Hu Qin suddenly frowned and looked into the distance. Old Monster Wan Luo, Zhang Daoyi, and Mu Longyin all looked in the same direction. They saw that in the sky to the southeast, there were clusters of auspicious clouds flying in their direction. Those clouds were different from the usual auspicious clouds. They actually contained traces of divinity, and contained an indescribably terrifying pressure.
"Why are the people from China here?"
Zhang Daoyi's expression changed greatly when he saw those auspicious clouds. He had a bad feeling.
Old Man Huqin said in a low voice, "There's killing intent in the clouds. They don't come with good intentions. Let's return to the Temple of Paragon!"
Having made their decision, the four of them immediately used a teleportation technique to leave. However, the other cultivators didn't have the same fast reaction speed and decisiveness as them. The slaughter continued down below. It was no longer the case of people fighting over cultivators from Huangfu's faction. Some of the weaker factions, those that had lost their backbone, or those that were injured, were being targeted by others.
In the past, although there were cultivators who secretly robbed others, they didn't do it openly. There were still some rules between the various powers, and the cultivators did their best to abide by them. Even the Huangfu Clan only used their power to suppress others and didn't directly rob other cultivators. But now, with the Huangfu Clan's cultivators being robbed, the balance that was maintained in the dark was broken, and everyone began to rob others.
Even when the clouds came from the southeast, the cultivators did not stop. Only a few who saw the opportunity quickly slipped away.
"Haha, the land of Nan Zhan is indeed a group of barbarians. I knew they wouldn't follow the rules!"
The clouds flew past the sky above the Green Hill Tomb. A cloud stopped and dispersed, revealing an old man with long black hair draped over his shoulders. His eyes were filled with disdain as he glanced at the cultivators below. He thought for a moment, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. "The Daoist of China's Qing Luo Sect was killed in the Xuan Domain, and we obtained very few opportunities. Instead of letting these opportunities fall into the hands of these barbarians, why don't we …"
Thinking of this, he sent a spiritual thought to the disciple behind him. "Since the Nan Zhan wants chaos, then let's make it even more chaotic!"
His disciple understood and immediately rushed out of the cloud, charging towards the cultivators of the Southern Sword Sect who were engaged in a fierce battle below …
The elder of Qing Luo School smiled coldly and rushed down towards the Green Hill Tomb with the others. They had been alerted by the aura coming from the Green Hill Tomb. The faster cultivators from the divine prefecture had already rushed into the valley where the Green Hill Tomb was located. Someone cast a secret technique and grabbed a handful of miasma in his hand. With a slight sniff, a bright light immediately flashed across his eyes.
"That's right. From the aura, this is the immortal palace from China. I didn't expect it to be here!"
"Could it be that Nan Zhan is really a blessed land? This great opportunity is also here! "
"Break into the palace. There's no mistake about the miasma. The immortal palace that escaped from China is most likely inside!"
For a moment, all the cultivators from China were overjoyed. There were even people who directly studied the miasma that gathered in the Green Hill Tomb, preparing to break into the palace.
In the southeast direction, there were still countless clouds rushing over. They were all the sects and forces of China. They were originally stationed at the sea. Other than the junior disciples who were sent to the Mysterious Domain, they did not set foot in Nan Zhan. However, at this moment, they were all attracted by the immortal palace in the Green Hill Tomb. For a moment, the clouds were like rain. Among the cultivators from China who came here, some came for the Green Hill Tomb, some saw the chaos in Nan Zhan and had the same thoughts as the Qing Luo Sect. Without saying it out loud, there were people who joined the fight for the opportunity …
Starting from the Green Hill Tomb, the chaos spread out circle by circle, and the disaster continued to expand.
A riot that was the biggest since Nan Zhan had chased away the demons was sweeping across the land of Nan Zhan like a wildfire!
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