In the blink of an eye, it was already night time.
Ye Fan in a black robe reached out and extinguished the candle on the table. Using his movement technique, he turned into a ray of bright green light, snaking out of the window and straight into the sky.
High up in the sky, the stars were shining and the moon was shining brightly.
Under the stars and the moon, Ye Fan stepped on the Auspicious Clouds. With a dignified expression, he quickly flew in the direction of Mount Everest.
He didn't know whether this trip to Mount Everest would be a good or bad thing.
Who cares, as long as there is a possibility of a divine cauldron, not to mention a divine mountain that an eagle cannot fly over, even if it is a dragon's lair, a tiger's den, a mountain of swords or a sea of fire, he will still try!
Knowing that there is a tiger in the mountain, he will still go there!
No matter what dangers await him ahead, he will not turn back!
Those who block me will be killed without mercy!
Ye Fan thought in his heart, and a red light flashed in his eyes!
He pushed the Auspicious Clouds under his feet to the extreme, whistling as he moved forward!
Mount Everest was very far from the inn where he was staying. It was a thousand miles away. If he used the Demonic Spirit or the spiritual energy in his Sea of Qi to use his movement technique, he would only need a moment to reach it.
However, he did not do so.
The warning of the three divine weapons made him a little worried.
He must conserve his strength now, and it was best not to use his spiritual energy where he could.
As the saying goes, good steel should be used on the edge of the blade. In case he met an expert who could match him, the depth of his spiritual energy often determined the outcome of the battle.
He had the Cloud Riding Technique that could fly like the wind without the use of spiritual energy, so he naturally would not use his own spiritual energy.
After half an hour, Mount Everest that reached the sky came into his sight.
This Mount Everest was indeed very tall, almost three thousand feet, but compared to the height of Ye Fan's Auspicious Clouds, it still paled in comparison.
Ye Fan slowed down the speed of the Auspicious Clouds and let the Auspicious Clouds hover above the peak of Mount Everest. Focusing his eyes, he looked down.
As the saying goes, caution is the parent of safety. Since the divine weapons warned him, he must be extremely cautious and be very careful.
At this moment, it was already late at night. Coupled with the vile weather and bone-piercing cold winds in this place of ice and snow, there was simply no one who would stay here.
Ye Fan checked it carefully several times before he felt relieved.
So far, everything was going well.
As he thought to himself, he urged the Auspicious Clouds under his feet to descend slowly while circling the mountain wall of Mount Everest.
While coiling down, Ye Fan mobilized all his senses and carefully observed every inch of the icy surface of Mount Everest.
Not only that, in order to prevent himself from being careless and missing the divine cauldron, Ye Fan also mobilized 20% of the Spiritual Qi in his Qi Sea and extended it to the top of Mount Everest.
This way, if he were to touch the barrier of the divine cauldron, the spirit energy would definitely be rebounded, and he would be the first to notice it.
Whoosh … With a thought from Ye Fan, red, purple, white, gold, and green lights of different colors shot out from his body and went straight to the top of Mount Everest, forming a five-colored spot of light that was more than ten feet in size!
Ye Fan used his keen five senses to carefully detect the signs of the divine cauldron while constantly probing with his powerful Spiritual Qi. He slowly coiled down the mountain.
After an hour, his figure had descended to the mountainside of Mount Everest, and he was more than a thousand feet away from the top of Mount Everest.
Everything was going well, and there was no danger.
However, Ye Fan's brows furrowed slightly.
Since there was no danger on his side, then the one in danger must be Xiao Zhao. Otherwise, the divine weapon would not be unsheathed for no reason.
Xiao Zhao was now with Yu Moji, and they were staying in another room in the inn.
As a precaution, Ye Fan set up two powerful barriers in the entire room.
He had instructed Yu Moji to immediately bring Xiao Zhao to the Devil Realm if she sensed any movement in the barrier, or if he did not return by tomorrow morning, and not to fight with the enemy.
The Devil Realm was guarded by the Devil Lord and the army of the Devil Realm. It was the safest place.
He had decided that after he finished searching Mount Everest, he would immediately rush back to the inn.
Buzz …
Just as Ye Fan was deep in thought, the five-colored brilliance around his body automatically retracted from the mountain and returned to his body.
Whoosh …
At the same time, the large group of Auspicious Clouds that had gathered under his feet and supported his body began to lose its ability to lift and slowly disperse.
The scene in front of him made Ye Fan, who was high up in the sky, narrow his eyes instantly.
It was a Buddhist Sarira!
Someone had brought a Buddhist Sarira here!
Buzz … Just as Ye Fan was in shock, an unbearable headache invaded his head again.
"Argh …" Ye Fan, who was on the Auspicious Clouds, covered his head with both hands and groaned in pain.
Swoosh …
The bright green swastika on Ye Fan's forehead began to lose its green glow and was replaced by a red glow!
His eyes turned blood red in the blink of an eye.
"Argh … Argh …" Ye Fan tore at his hair in pain, and his voice was male and female.
However, all of this was not over yet.
The red light of the "Swastika" only appeared for a moment, and then it began to fade away gradually, becoming dim and lifeless.
Ye Fan's pair of blood red eyes also gradually returned to the color of a normal person's eyes.
At this time, the spiritual power in his body was suppressed, and the power of the Heavenly Demon was sealed. Even the Cloud Riding Technique had lost its effect.
Phew …
As the Auspicious Clouds below his feet completely dispersed, Ye Fan's body fell from the sky.
Just like the time in the snowy mountains, Ye Fan, who was suffering from a splitting headache, tried his best to stimulate the spiritual power in his Dantian and control his body's balance.
Although the spiritual power in his Dantian was sealed in his body, it could still circulate in his body. After being stimulated by Ye Fan, the five-colored spiritual power rushed to the surface of Ye Fan's body and slowed down Ye Fan's falling speed.
He, who was wrapped in the five-colored light, slowly descended from the sky to the ground.
Ye Fan, who was in pain, tried his best to keep his mind clear. While urging his spiritual power to reduce his speed, he pulled out the Cold Dragon Sword from its scabbard.
Obviously, someone was using the Buddhist power of the Buddhist sarira to suppress his Heavenly Demon power and spiritual power. They had achieved an ulterior motive.
At this time, other than the ice and fire cores, he only had three divine weapons, the Cold Dragon Sword, the Distant Fire Sword, and the Blood Drinking Knife. However, this place was a frozen ice mountain, and the Distant Fire Sword was a divine weapon of fire. Without the activation of spiritual power, part of the Distant Fire Sword's heat would be offset, and it would not be able to display its true power. As for the Blood Drinking Knife, it was even more impossible. This knife was a treasure of the Devil Realm and was wrapped in a devil spirit. The Buddhist power in the sarira was its nemesis.
The Cold Dragon Sword was overflowing with cold energy, which was suitable for the cold conditions here.
Clang … The Cold Dragon was unsheathed, and a bright white light shone.
With the Cold Dragon in hand, Ye Fan vigilantly observed the movements below.
At the foot of Mount Everest, two Tibetans were looking up at the sky with smiles on their faces.
One of them looked to be in his fifties. He wore a red monk's robe and a yellow Lama's hat. He held a prayer bead in his hand and had a sinister expression. The other person was tall and sturdy. His body was like an iron tower. He wore an earth-colored Tibetan robe and had a mocking expression on his face.
When Ye Fan saw this, he was so angry that the roots of his teeth itched.
That tall Tibetan was none other than the Tibetan who had scolded the innkeeper in the inn!
So it was him who did it!
I should have killed him back then!
Ye Fan thought in his heart, and the long sword in his hand suddenly slashed downwards.
Whoosh … A ten-meter-long white arc of light instantly shot forth from the Glacial Dragon Sword, hurtling toward the ground with a whoosh!
Currently, the Cold Dragon Sword had already obtained four of the nine scabbards, and the seal had been removed by half. Although Ye Fan did not activate it with his spiritual power, its power was not inferior to before.
The arc of light was like lightning as it descended from the sky.
The two Tibetans on the ground were stunned when they saw the arc of light. Then, their expressions changed and they quickly retreated.
Whoosh …
The two of them had just left their original spot when the huge arc of light from the Cold Dragon Sword rushed into the snow.
Boom …
A loud sound was heard. Snowflakes flew everywhere, and cold air filled the air.
On the rugged surface of the ice, a huge ice trench about ten feet long and three feet wide suddenly appeared!
"What a powerful Cold Dragon Sword!" The red-clothed Lama who had retreated thirty feet away exclaimed.
If Ye Fan was not in the air and thousands of feet above the ground, the attack just now would have killed the two of them.
"Master, quick!" The pale-faced Tibetan in the earth-colored robe hurriedly said to the red-clothed Lama, "Think of a way to stop him!"
The red-clothed Lama nodded.
He stretched out his hand and took out a golden object from his bosom.
The object was less than three inches in size. It was in the shape of an alms bowl. It was enveloped in golden light and filled with auspicious air. It looked like a golden wine cup.
The red-clothed Lama held the object in the palm of his right hand. Then, he raised his left hand and closed his eyes. He muttered a spell.
Buzz …
As the red-clothed Lama chanted faster and faster, the golden alms bowl in his palm suddenly enlarged to nine inches in size. The golden light was dazzling.
After the alms bowl enlarged, the red-clothed Lama stopped chanting. He suddenly opened his eyes and pointed the alms bowl in his hand at Ye Fan who was swaying in the air.
Pa!
The red-clothed Lama held the alms bowl with his right hand and slapped the body of the alms bowl with his left hand.
Whoosh …
Ten thousand rays of golden light shot out from the alms bowl and formed a huge golden light shield. It shot directly at Ye Fan who was like a fallen leaf in the air.
At this moment, Ye Fan who was suffering from a splitting headache was adjusting his body and balancing his center of gravity. He was ready to attack the two people on the ground again.
Who would have thought that before he could stabilize himself, tens of thousands of golden rays of light shot towards him from the ground in an overwhelming manner!
He only felt that his head was about to explode.
Whoosh …
Ten thousand rays of golden light formed a huge light shield that instantly enveloped Ye Fan. Then, it suddenly closed.
Ye Fan only felt a huge suction force sucking him in. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't even activate the ice and fire Neidan in his body.
At this moment, he finally understood why the three divine weapons had been unsheathed. He also finally understood who the person who had sneaked into his room was.
The person in the earth-colored Tibetan robe knew that he would come to Mount Everest in advance. He must have secretly looked at the mysterious ancient book that he had placed on the wooden table in his room.
He didn't expect that the three marks he had made on the ancient book would harm him.
Ye Fan was filled with regret.
The golden light shield was getting tighter and tighter. Coupled with the bone-piercing pain, Ye Fan's vision became darker and darker. Gradually, he lost consciousness.
Seeing that Ye Fan had fainted, the red-clothed Lama chanted the spell again.
Whoosh …
The golden light shield that had enveloped Ye Fan instantly retracted and flew back into the alms bowl.
"Master, your Golden Buddha Alms Bowl is indeed powerful. Even the Frost Dragon Sword is no match for it." The tall Tibetan in the earth-colored Tibetan robe said to the red-clothed Lama in amazement.
"The nine scabbards of the Frost Dragon Sword have yet to be completed. Of course, it's no match for my Golden Alms Bowl." The red-clothed Lama looked at the Golden Alms Bowl and said, "If the Frost Dragon Sword is unsealed, even ten Golden Alms Bowls won't be its match."
"Master, now that we've subdued this demon, what do we do next?" The tall Tibetan asked again.
"Spread the news. In ten days, we'll hold a Demon Slaying Conference and execute the demon in public." As the old Lama spoke, a trace of pride appeared on his face. "Let those who had a grudge against Eldritch come and see. Those who have a grudge against him will have their revenge. Those who don't have a grudge will have their hatred resolved."
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