While Lu Qingshan was working hard on the birth of the sword aura, the battle between the Hades Demons and the Dark Azure Ink Dragon was still going on fiercely.
As a monster, the Dark Azure Ink Dragon's defense and physical body were extremely strong. It was very resistant to attacks. As for the elegant middle-aged man, his methods were strange.
Moreover, he seemed to have another purpose. Most of the time, he was passive and rarely took the initiative to attack.
Under such circumstances, the battle between the demon and the dragon lasted for a long time, but there was no clear winner.
In fact, the battle in the sky had already lasted for four to five hours.
It was because of this situation that Lu Qingshan was able to observe the Dark Azure Ink Dragon from the side.
Lu Qingshan's irritation had not subsided.
Boom!
There was a sudden explosion, and then a blood-red beam of light suddenly rose.
Wherever the beam of light passed, there was a strange explosion of energy between heaven and earth.
The blood-red brilliance instantly enveloped the whole world.
As the red light flashed, a faintly angry voice sounded. "Who are you? How dare you attack me? "
Then, a figure rose into the air in the blood-red light and hovered beside the Dark Azure Ink Dragon.
"Tsk tsk, as expected of the Great Dream Shaman of the Brute Tribe. You broke the seal I set up so quickly." The elegant middle-aged man saw the appearance of this person, but did not panic and laughed in a hoarse voice.
Seeing this, Lu Qingshan secretly clicked his tongue.
He was wondering why the Great Dream Shaman had disappeared into thin air. It turned out that he was temporarily trapped by the elegant middle-aged man.
The methods of this Demons were really amazing. First, he trapped the Great Dream Shaman of the Brute Tribe, and then he fought the Dark Azure Ink Dragon until now.
More importantly, after seeing the Great Dream Shaman break out of the seal, he still did not have the slightest intention of retreating.
Was he preparing to fight two people alone?
Was he really that confident?
"Elder Ink Dragon, I'll attack together with you and take down this monster!" In the sky, the Great Dream Shaman of the Brute Tribe shouted.
Obviously, he also realized that something was wrong and decided to end the battle quickly.
"I'm afraid you don't have the ability." The elegant middle-aged man sneered.
"You don't have to worry about that." The Dark Azure Ink Dragon's huge mouth opened slightly.
Then, a black tornado whizzed out of the Dark Azure Ink Dragon's mouth.
The tornado expanded in the air and spun continuously, emitting a powerful force that caused the ground to crack. Chunks of soil were pulled up, and trees were uprooted and floated up before being torn into pieces of wood that filled the sky.
The black tornado carried a power that made Lu Qingshan's mouth go dry as it swept towards the elegant middle-aged man.
Boom!
A clap of thunder exploded in the clear sky.
When the tornado dissipated and the refined middle aged man appeared again, it could be seen that his hair was disheveled and his clothes were torn. Obviously, he had suffered a great loss.
The Dark Sky Ink Dragon and the Berserker's Great Dream Shaman standing quietly in the sky did not give him a chance to catch his breath. With a flash, they moved through space as if they had teleported and charged towards the elegant middle-aged man.
"That's not enough!" The elegant middle-aged man shouted angrily. His body shone brightly, and in the blink of an eye, raging red flames rose from his body.
The red flames converged into a huge curtain of fire that shot into the sky.
The blazing heat caused the light to be slightly distorted.
Then, under Lu Qingshan's shocked gaze, the elegant middle-aged man turned into a demon beast.
It was a ferocious bird, and its feathers were as red as gold and extremely smooth.
Its pair of red eyes were like two volcanic craters embedded in the sky. It was frighteningly large.
The ferocious bird's body was surrounded by thick Li Fire.
"This is …" Lu Qingshan could not believe it. "The Vermilion Bird?"
The appearance of the ferocious bird that the elegant middle-aged man had turned into was clearly the Ancient Spirit Beast, the Vermilion Bird!
But the problem was that the Vermilion Bird was a Spirit Beast unique to the human race.
Why was the elegant middle-aged man, a Demon, able to turn into a Vermilion Bird?
He frantically searched through his memories, and confirmed that in the ten years of gaming experience in his previous life, he had never heard of any Demons possessing such a strange ability.
"What's going on?" Lu Qingshan mumbled.
He could not figure out the current situation, but somehow, he had a vague feeling that he had missed something, or overlooked some crucial information.
"Roar …"
At this moment, the Dark Azure Ink Dragon suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar.
The roar was loud enough to shake the heavens and the earth, and it shook the world like thunder.
In this roar, Lu Qingshan's mind trembled. The Qi, blood, and Spirit Qi in his body churned violently, as if they were about to explode.
This was the terrifying strength of a Level-Eight. Just a roar was enough to make Lu Qingshan feel unbearable.
After all, his current strength was completely comparable to a Void Refinement cultivator.
Lu Qingshan widened his eyes and looked up at the blue sky.
After the elegant middle-aged man turned into the Vermilion Bird, the Barbarian Tribe's guardian divine beast's body shone with divine light and burned with monstrous flames.
"Boom!"
The Vermilion Bird hurriedly opened its mouth and spat out a sky-scorching flame, which swept through the heavens and the earth.
The terrifying temperature made Lu Qingshan, who was far away from the center of the battle, feel his mouth and tongue dry up.
"Bang!"
The Vermilion Bird was answered by a black beam of light.
The Dark Azure Ink Dragon spat out a beam of light, which rushed toward the bright flame.
The two collided, and immediately burst out with a sizzling sound.
At this moment, the Great Dream Shaman finally made his move.
Dense runes appeared in his hand, and they flew toward the Vermilion Bird in an overwhelming manner. A primitive feeling spread out from them.
This was a fierce battle. The three terrifying existences that Lu Qingshan could not come into contact with even when he was at the peak of his previous life were fighting to the death.
The three of them fought fiercely. The Vermilion Bird's huge body covered the heavens and the earth, and a thick layer of black fog appeared in the Li Fire that surrounded its body. It was extremely eerie, and its attack power could be said to be unparalleled, cutting through the clouds.
His beak also spat out streams of blazing flames, whistling past, the fiery light was awe-inspiring.
The heavens and the earth were trembling, and the ground seemed to be shaking violently.
The level of terror of such an existence was far beyond imagination.
The supreme pressure came, and Lu Qingshan's soul trembled slightly and trembled.
His expression changed slightly.
Although Demons were killed by everyone, a battle of this level was not something that he could participate in.
It was not even something that he could watch.
It was better to leave quickly.
This thought flashed through Lu Qingshan's mind.
Another roar that shook one's mind rang out. This roar contained a powerful force that reverberated in all directions and shook the area.
Although he was far away from the battlefield, he could not escape the impact of this sound wave.
The next moment, under the impact of this force, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Danger!
Lu Qingshan knew that the Dark Azure Ink Dragon was really angry and was about to erupt.
The longer he stayed here, the more dangerous it would be. If he was not careful, he would be beheaded.
Lu Qingshan even suspected that whether it was the Dark Azure Ink Dragon or the scholarly middle-aged man, they had discovered him long ago, but because his cultivation was low, they ignored him.
It was like two fierce tigers fighting. Even if they found a mouse peeping in the distance, they would definitely not take it seriously.
Lu Qingshan glanced at the elegant middle-aged man who had transformed into a Vermillion Bird in the distant sky and clenched his teeth. He leaped out from behind the big rock that he was hiding behind and flew into the distance, not daring to stay any longer.
In the depths of the ancestral land, the two beasts and one man were still fighting. The tsunami-like roars swept through the Nine Heavens, terrifying people's souls, and traveled into the ears of Lu Qingshan, who was flying away, unconsciously increasing his speed.
The scholarly middle-aged man of the Demons was a level-eight existence, and the strange figure that appeared on the Dragon Gate's side was at least a level-seven existence.
The Demon Race had mobilized such a large force. What was it for?
Lu Qingshan's heart thumped, and he quickly thought in his mind.
Intuition told him, no … there was no need for intuition. As long as he had a brain, he could understand that the Demons' plan this time was extremely important.
But even if he searched through the memories of his previous life several times, he could not find any clues.
After all, this had happened in the Wildlands, which was extremely repulsive to outsiders.
Lu Qingshan was confused.
He faintly felt that if the Demons' plan was successfully completed, it would have an extremely negative and far-reaching impact on the human race.
While he was thinking, Lu Qingshan had already returned to Na Mu Cuo.
The battle here was still going on. Strong winds whistled, and there were patches of spiritual light shooting in the sky. Clanging sounds rang out, and a terrifying aura rushed in all directions.
On the ground around Na Mu Cuo Lake, there were many dried corpses lying haphazardly.
The surviving barbarians below level-seven and Guardian Spirits had long since left this place. Only the great barbarian cultivator and the strange figure were left fighting fiercely.
At some point, the terrifying Demon Domain that the strange figure had released had been broken, and the battle between him and the great barbarian cultivator had shifted to the horizon that was quite a distance away from the holy lake of the barbarians.
Therefore, Na Mu Cuo Lake was now empty.
This caused Lu Qingshan to heave a sigh of relief.
He had been worried that the battle here would block his path when he returned from the depths of the ancestral land.
It seemed that his luck was not bad.
He hurriedly and carefully swept past Na Mu Cuo Lake, not daring to disturb the terrifying existence that was fighting in the distant horizon.
Lu Qingshan could not help but feel that it was somewhat absurd.
It was clearly an extremely ordinary mission. How could it have developed into such a situation?
Outrageous, and it was extremely outrageous.
Could it be because he had brought the Western Rat King this time?
This thought suddenly flashed through Lu Qingshan's mind.
Thinking back carefully, it was true that every time the Western Rat King was there, he would always passively run into all kinds of trouble.
Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, but his footsteps did not stop. He swept past the shore of the lake at a low altitude and fled out of the ancestral land.
As long as he left this place, he would be safe.
When he passed by the center of the lake, he subconsciously glanced at the towering statue of the savage beast.
This statue had made Lu Qingshan feel strangely familiar many times, but he could not understand it. When he looked at it again, his body suddenly trembled.
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