After walking out of the main hall, Xing Hongxuan saw other Righteous Dao cultivators being escorted out of the nearby palaces.
It was hard to imagine how many Righteous Dao cultivators The Demon Emperor had captured.
"Is there really no hope left? What about TienSin Prefecture? What about those Holy Lands? "A female disciple's voice sounded, full of indignation.
Before they were captured, they thought that victory was in sight.
Unexpectedly …
The nightmare had just begun!
Jiuding Zhenren looked around and was secretly shocked. How could there be so many Demonic Dao cultivators?
How did those Righteous Dao cultivators turn into Demonic Dao cultivators so quickly?
Logically speaking, the transformation of Spiritual Power into Demonic Qi required a cultivation process. How could it be possible to disperse and cultivate again in such a short time?
The ground was flat, and there were dozens of huge palaces scattered around. There were bonfires everywhere, and the number of Demonic Dao cultivators was immeasurable. The Demonic Qi formed rolling dark clouds that covered the sky as if it was evening.
Looking from above, the palaces formed a huge circle, and all the doors faced the same direction. It was a huge altar that was thousands of feet long and wide. It was completely pale, as if it was made of white bones. It was eerie.
Demon Welcoming Sacrificial Altar!
A circle of Demonic Dao cultivators stood around the altar. All of them wore black robes, as if they were ghosts from Hell.
Rumble!
The dark clouds above the altar surged violently, forming a terrifying vortex with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.
In the distance, on a small mountain, Su Qi and Tengu lay behind a rock and looked around.
"There are so many Demonic Dao cultivators. Are we really going to attack?"
Tengu asked with a trembling voice. It was not easy to escape from The Demon Emperor's grasp. He did not want to take any more risks.
Su Qi said seriously, "Our hearts belong to the Righteous Dao. How can we be afraid? If The Demon Emperor's plan succeeds today, the world will be in trouble. At that time, my master and your master will not be able to cultivate in peace. When that time comes, we might be the only thing missing! "
Tengu's face was bitter. This kid is too righteous!
He suddenly missed Jixian Shen very much.
How good would it be if that guy came to attack!
…
On the Cultivate Diligently Become Immortal Mountain.
After Han Yan finished his lecture, all the disciples and grand-disciples were still in a state of enlightenment, unable to regain their senses for a long time.
At this moment.
Li Qingzi rushed over and came to Han Yan's side. He glanced at Murong Qi, Wudao Jian, and the others and whispered, "Elder Han, the Sect Leader and the others have been captured. What should we do?"
The distance was too far, so news of him was delayed for more than a year.
Han Yan replied, "Let's wait."
He wanted to say that they would be fine, but what if something happened?
He couldn't guarantee anything!
"I don't know what happened to those Holy Lands, but they all disappeared. Damn it!"
Li Qingzi gritted her teeth and said. She felt that there was a big conspiracy behind this.
Han Yan said, "They might be in trouble too."
What he said was true. Previously, when he read the mail, he found out that Jixian Shen, Ji Lengchan, and Daoist Ji Kong from TienSin Prefecture had all been attacked by Devil Cultivators. The number of times they were attacked far exceeded that of Yuqing and the others.
It seemed that they were being held back.
Li Qingzi sighed and left.
Han Yan's expression didn't change. In fact, he was using the Heavenly Puppet to observe the situation in the Devil Path Imperial City.
He was waiting for someone.
The Demon Emperor, Ji Naihe!
As long as he killed Ji Naihe, the Devil Path would naturally collapse!
Not long after.
The cultivators of Yuqing were escorted to the Devil Welcoming Altar. They had been imprisoned for so long, and under the destruction of the Devil Qi, they had long lost their fighting strength. They could only look at the Devil Cultivators around them with hatred.
"This is the Devil Welcoming Ceremony?"
"What's in the sky?"
"Are we really going to summon the Devil?"
"Legend has it that the Devil Race was the most powerful race before the Human Race and the Demon Race …"
"Damn it, I can't mobilize the spiritual energy in my body!"
"Where is The Demon Emperor?"
… …
The cultivators discussed animatedly. Panic, nervousness, and uneasiness spread on the altar.
More and more cultivators were brought to the Devil Welcoming Altar.
Avarice stood beside the altar, chanting with his eyes closed.
Some cultivators wanted to resist, but they were directly knocked down by the Devil Cultivators. Their meridians were crippled, and they were thrown onto the altar. They wailed incessantly and were incomparably miserable.
Huang Jihao came in front of Jiuding Zhenren and asked softly, "Is your sect's Deity Slaying Elder here?"
In his heart, Han Yan was the most powerful cultivator. If he came, there might be a chance of survival.
Jiuding Zhenren shook his head.
He was very glad that Han Yan didn't come. If he came, the Yuqing Sect wouldn't even have an incense stick.
Huang Jihao looked regretful.
Rumble!
Rolling blood energy appeared above the altar. A figure appeared out of thin air above the blood energy. It was the Blood Fiend Ancestor.
The Blood Fiend Ancestor looked down at the Devil Welcoming Altar and nodded slightly.
He directly released his terrifying pressure that enveloped the ground. All the cultivators on the altar felt as if their chests had been hammered. It was very uncomfortable.
When all the cultivators were on the altar, except for the Devil Cultivators guarding around the altar, all the Devil Cultivators knelt down and worshipped the altar.
The world fell into silence.
There were more than 100,000 Righteous Path cultivators on the altar. They didn't dare to make a sound and looked nervously at the sky.
What was going to happen next?
"Welcome, The Demon Emperor!"
The Blood Fiend Ancestor shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of thousands of Devil Cultivators shouted in unison.
"Welcome, Your Majesty, The Demon Emperor!"
"Welcome, Your Majesty, The Demon Emperor!"
"Welcome, Your Majesty, The Demon Emperor!"
The Devil Cultivators shouted in unison. When their voices gathered together, it was deafening. Every Devil Cultivator's face was filled with fanaticism.
A figure appeared in the Devil Qi vortex in the sky.
It was The Demon Emperor, Ji Naihe. He raised his arms and said, "Inheritors of the Devil Path."
When the Devil Cultivators heard this, they all shut up and stared at him.
The Righteous Path cultivators were even more nervous. They didn't know what would happen next.
"At the beginning of the world, all living things were in chaos. First, there were devils, then gods, then humans were born, and then immortals appeared. The Devil Path is to not be restricted by the Heavenly Dao, to live forever, to do as you please, and to repay kindness and hatred!"
Ji Naihe's voice was filled with vicissitudes as he led the Devil Cultivators back to that ancient era.
Han Yan, who was far away in the Cultivate Diligently Become Immortal Mountain, also heard his words through the Heavenly Puppet. He thought to himself, 'Is this a pyramid scheme of the Devil Path?'
Han Yan didn't immediately make a move. Ji Naihe was suspended in the sky, so it wasn't the best time to make a move.
At this moment, Murong Qi, Heiyu Ji, Xun Chang-an, Yang Tiandong, and Wudao Jian had all woken up.
"Grandmaster, should the Dao we pursue be lifespan or spiritual power?" Murong Qi asked.
Han Yan replied, "All living things have their own aspirations. My ambition is lifespan. When you live to the end, your strength will be the strongest."
Yang Tiandong asked, "The Heavenly Dao has heavenly rules. The cycle of life and death is the heavenly rule. After becoming an immortal, will we be able to jump out of the cycle of life and death?"
He had already put down his ambitions and only wanted to pursue the Dao of immortality.
"Immortals and gods are only stronger than mortals. True immortality is still far away. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many immortals and gods reincarnating into the mortal world. It's because the end of the Dao is so far away that we have to cherish what we have now. If we cultivate less today, how much time would we have wasted a thousand years later? What about ten thousand years later? What about a million years later? "
Han Yan said leisurely. He was absent-minded, but in the eyes of the disciples, he was unfathomable and had seen through the mortal world.
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