sjar Chapter 859: Unexpected events occur, the situation is difficult to control
Chapter 859: Unexpected events occur, the situation is difficult to control
The scene was silent. Everyone, whether they were from the demon clan or the peerless people, looked at the Great Demon Lord in astonishment. The mysterious smile on his face turned into madness, and the wine in the cup turned into sharp swords, piercing the air and slashing towards the Sword Lord and his men.
Suddenly, something strange happened. The Sword Master snorted coldly, and the long sword behind him suddenly came out of the scabbard. After several consecutive swings, the water sword was broken. The six peerless people stood up with gloomy faces, and their aura was no longer hidden, and exploded.
Hulong Mountain was a perfectly ordinary peak, but as the unrivaled auras of the masters erupted, the sky darkened, shimmering with lightning like dancing silver snakes. The ground scraped apart, tables and chairs flew off the ground, as if struck by a mighty weight. The first to suffer was the mountain itself, as if struck by a heavy hammer, hammering down its entire mass. The sound of rock crumbling and cracking echoed endlessly, and tons of rock tumbled down. The demons stationed below the mountain scattered like frightened beasts.
In just three breaths, Hulong Mountain became a hundred feet shorter, and the top of the mountain turned into a hill, surrounded by jagged rocks and a mess.
Changqing was protected by the old man and was able to stand firm and not fall to the ground under this huge power.
The other six demon lords, excluding the Great Demon Lord, were also bewildered. Why was they going to fight again? Now they were at a loss. If they really had to fight, wouldn't that be the end of the game? Ling Ran wouldn't be able to survive by then.
The Sword Master held his sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Great Demon Master: "What do you mean, Your Excellency?"
"We slaughtered millions of your people? Then why don't you say that your Chun Niuma harmed two million of my demons? How should we explain this matter?! We demons still have some dignity. How can we be inferior to you, a treacherous human? Since you want to negotiate by holding our demons' necks, then I think there is no need to talk. We can talk again after the winner is decided and the attitude is correct."
The Great Demon Lord said these words full of loopholes, trying to stir up the anger of the six Demon Lords.
The Great Demon Lord hadn't intended to have a proper conversation from the beginning, provoking and exacerbating the conflict! Although this was exactly what Chang Qing wanted, it was somewhat out of plan, making it difficult to control the situation.
Sure enough, the next moment a demon lord got angry and stood up: "That's right, your human race is still full of sins, what qualifications do you have to criticize my demon race!!"
Some demon lords could no longer bear it and exploded at the slightest touch, so much so that they did not even notice that something was wrong. A ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma body condensed behind them, and a claw mark covering an area of a hundred miles slapped towards the peerless demons.
Seeing this, the other demon lords had no choice but to spread their pressure and force their way towards the six peerless masters.
Everything happened in a very short time, so that the other five demon lords were passively involved in the battle before they could react.
"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"
The middle-aged man in red fur coat kicked down hard, and the mountain sank again. The wind and clouds above his head rolled back, and a pair of red giant palms tore the clouds apart. A ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma image stood between heaven and earth, with ferocious eyes and wearing hard armor. The halo was like a big red sun, dispersing the clouds, just like the Golden Crow Arhat of Taoism, attracting all living beings within a thousand miles of heaven and earth to submit.
The giant palm and the sky-covering demon claw collided hard, the heaven and earth trembled, a hurricane arose, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and people could not open their eyes. In the tense atmosphere, an unclear thin miasma spread from under the feet of the crowd at some point.
Before their figures became completely blurred, everyone looked towards Changqing, and Changqing nodded slightly. They then breathed a sigh of relief, as the show had truly begun.
The old master spoke at the right moment, "Is it impossible for you demons to think for yourself? Isn't it enough that you've been bewitched by the evil beast? You say our cultivators slaughtered millions of demons. How can there be no casualties in battle? Furthermore, it was your race that started the war, so you deserve the consequences. If such a painful price isn't enough to make you repent, then will you truly be satisfied if Heaven punishes you, depriving the South Sea demon race of their luck and opportunity for advancement?"
Before the old master finished speaking, the space around him became extremely empty. Changqing behind the old master felt that this space had expanded countless times under the influence of the white mist. The two peerless people who were originally close to each other were now separated by a distance that seemed as far as the end of the world, with no end in sight.
With a casual move, space stretched, indicating an imminent attack. The old master, with a serious expression, cautiously observed the movements around him and said to Changqing, "Be careful, this is the secret technique of the Great Demon Lord—a world away from us! We are no longer in our original space."
Soon, a whistling sound of wind struck the old master's face, followed by a voice: "Old Master, everyone says that you will not live long. You are alone and helpless, a self-destructing immortal weapon walking in the spiritual world, trying to drag the evildoers to be buried with you. Today, I want to see if you really have that determination!!"
The Great Demon Venerable's mocking voice suddenly rang out beside him. His needle-sharp nails were only a hair's breadth away from the old man's face. The old man's lips moved slightly, and he softly uttered a word: "Control!"
The next moment, a golden light burst out from the old man's brow, like a heavenly eye, merging with his voice to form a thin air film in front of his body.
The outcome seemed to be determined at a glance between the pitch-black sharp nails and the air membrane, but the next moment the nails stopped, the Great Demon Lord's expression changed, and he quickly withdrew his hand, dropping a stream of black blood. Upon closer inspection, there were indeed several sharp nails of the Great Demon Lord, which were apparently wrapped by this inconspicuous thin air membrane and purified into spiritual power.
The old master chuckled, and the jade hairpin between his white hair slipped quietly. The hairpin turned and turned into a brush, which fell into the master's hand. His whole temperament changed, and his kindness and peace disappeared. His robes bulged, and his mental power surged out. He was full of righteousness, like a green pine standing in the wind and snow, emitting a blazing heat like a raging fire.
A deep voice echoed from the distant white mist: "Haha, indeed, there are some differences between scholars and cultivators. They are right. The older he gets, the more mature he becomes. Not only does he not show any signs of weakness, but his body is filled with righteousness as vast as the sea. I think he has reached the realm of being able to do whatever he wants without breaking the rules. I admire him!"
"The Great Demon Lord thinks too highly of me. Speaking of old age, the Great Demon Lord's age is truly admirable. Could it be that the Demon Lord is determined to fight me to the death today?!" the old man asked with a frown.
"Hand over the kid behind you to me, and the matter will be over. My demon clan will naturally offer you a thank-you gift that will be enough to move you. How about this?" The Great Demon Lord began to persuade.
The old master lowered his head and sighed, "Great Demon Venerable, you are joking. As a scholar, I cannot bear to see the people fall into purgatory, let alone a junior who is quite close to me. If I really do this, I will be betraying my righteousness!"
"Looks like there's nothing more to talk about." As the words fell, the surrounding space began to distort. Changqing looked around in horror. The surrounding space collapsed, leaving only a small platform under his feet. The surroundings fell into the endless dark sea, and the surging waves were like sharp swords, which were all blocked by the righteous spirit of the old man.
Looking upwards, two suns were suspended thousands of feet above the head, outlining the flowing light. They turned out to be a pair of eyes a thousand feet wide. Countless ancient stars were reflected in the vertical pupils, and the demonic fire gushing out seemed to destroy everything.