A small casual cultivator!

Chapter 1000: Demon-Monster Transaction

"Yes, it's the child who needs to be carried."

Lu Luan laughed, liking and enjoying this feeling.

It was as if we were back in Zhengyangmen when we were all still teenagers.

Carrying Lin Xi on his back, he walked towards the space crack.

But he slowed down to cherish this leisurely time together.

After returning to Zixin City, Lin Xi went into seclusion to stabilize his realm, and Lu Luan also began to immerse himself in cultivation, preparing for the upcoming war.

Lin Xi's successful breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage also made him feel relieved.

At the Nascent Soul stage, one has a certain ability to protect oneself in a war of this level.

Time is as calm as water and passes by unnoticed.

Void.

In a scarlet palace.

Five demon cultivators with powerful auras gathered together, and were closely guarded by powerful monsters from powerful tribes.

These five are all demon cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, and are considered the strongest in the entire Demon Realm.

Among the demon cultivators in the Demon Realm, there are less than twenty powerful ones in the late Nascent Soul stage.

This is not only due to the suppression from the immortals, but more importantly, the demon race does not allow the magic cultivators to give birth to more powerful late Nascent Soul cultivators. Without the demon race's permission, even if they can break through, they have to hold back.

Now the strongest few demon cultivators have been imprisoned here by the demon clan. One reason is that they are afraid that Kunlun will find them and kill them remotely, and the other is that it is convenient for surveillance and threats.

"The demon tribe is almost ready now."

An old man in red said.

"Well, at most within a year, they will launch an attack," a woman in black replied.

Although these people were imprisoned in the void by the demon clan, they knew the situation of Cangming Star very well. Although the demon clan's methods could kill them, they could not prevent them from constantly contacting the outside world.

“Haha, without the strange soil, all your teeth will be broken if you want to gnaw on the bone of the immortal path, not to mention the variable of the sea whale tribe.” An old woman sneered.

"The demon clan still wanted to get rid of us, but it was the Demon Ancestor who was thoughtful and divided the refining method of the strange soil into five parts in advance and told us five people. Otherwise, we would have no room for bargaining now." A middle-aged white-haired demon cultivator lay on a chair, confident of victory and determined to defeat the demon clan.

The Demon Ancestor he mentioned was the one who developed the strange soil.

But a year ago, when the Beast King of the Demon Clan wanted to forcibly use soul-searching on him to obtain the method of refining the strange soil, in order to keep the secret and prevent the refining method from being mastered by the Demon Clan, he directly exposed himself.

Now the only ones who know the refining method are the five imprisoned people, and each of them only knows part of it. If any one of them makes a mistake, the refining method of the strange soil will be lost.

“It’s about time.”

The woman in black asked.

The old man who spoke first thought for a moment and nodded silently: "Well, it's time."

Then he walked outside the hall, put his hands behind his back and shouted to the sky: "Don't you want to talk? Come and talk now."

The conversation between the few people just now was completely confidential and the demons could not sense it.

The scene was quiet, eerily quiet.

It started to get dark all around.

Finally, dozens of pairs of huge, fierce eyes emerged from the darkness.

These are all beast kings.

Faced with so many terrifying beasts, several demon cultivators still sat calmly in the hall, turning a blind eye.

"Have you figured it out?"

A muffled sound rang out, deafening, as if the starry sky was blown to pieces.

Several demon cultivators stood together.

The old man looked directly at the pair of eyes in the sky above him and said calmly, "You can ask us to refine the strange soil, but you have to meet one condition first."

"We can destroy the immortals in an instant. You bugs still want to negotiate terms? Now only if you obey us and work for us obediently, the demon cultivators will have a chance to survive."

"It's too late to negotiate terms now."

"The only way to survive is to surrender."

The roars of the beast kings were heard, and even contained the terrifying pressure of blood.

If it were a monster, it would have been frightened out of its wits under such oppression.

But the human race is the powerful ones in the starry sky and are not afraid of blood oppression. Not only is there no fear in the eyes of the several demon cultivators, but there are also sarcasm on their faces.

The woman sat on the stone pole with her legs crossed, looking at her beautiful fingers and said, "Since you can handle the immortal way, just kill us all. Why keep us here?"

"You are still stubborn. The Sea-Swallowing Whale Clan is hoping that you and the Immortal Path will both suffer heavy losses." The middle-aged man took a few steps forward.

The woman sneered, "How dare they?"

"court death!"

A sharp claw stretched out from the darkness and grabbed the woman.

The momentum was huge.

But all he got in return was a disdainful look from the woman.

What tricks could the demons have that she doesn’t know?

Sure enough, the claw stopped just before it was about to stab her.

"hateful."

The beasts were angry, but helpless. They knew very well that the human race was truly not afraid of death and would self-destruct at any time. If they were forced into a corner, they would not let them gain any benefit at all.

Now is not the time to take action against them, because the Sea-Swallowing Whales are like a thorn stuck in the throat.

Although the Spirit-bearded Squids and the Ghost Snails specifically deal with the Sea-devouring Whales, after they fight with the Immortals and both suffer heavy losses, the three races may take the opportunity to join forces and swallow them all up.

The air was dead.

After a while, a beast king asked, "What are the conditions?"

They need the strange soil too much, because as long as there is enough strange soil, they can let those demon soldiers and generals charge and devour them bit by bit, while they hide in the void, which can both restrain the human race's powerful gods and avoid direct conflict with them.

Even though refining the strange soil would consume massive resources from all races, it would be worth it as long as the immortals could be destroyed while preserving their strength as much as possible.

The old man narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "We want to have a powerful god."

Another old woman also spoke up and said, "Don't worry, everyone. We only want the Demon Realm. After we destroy the Immortal Path, the entire human race will only have one God, and it will not pose any threat to your territory."

With the things left behind by the Heavenly Demon Ancestor, the luck of the demon cultivators in the Demon Realm can now barely support a demon cultivator who has reached the level of God Transformation. With a strong person of this level, the Demon Realm has a magic needle to stabilize the sea.

"From what we know, if you humans want to reach the state of Divine Transformation, you must have a sufficiently powerful technique, and you demon cultivators simply don't have a technique of this level right now."

The Beast King said coldly.

The old man said casually: "This is our condition. If you agree, you can go and destroy the immortals, and give us demon cultivators a stable territory in the future."

The animals knew what was required of them.

"This will cause us to suffer heavy casualties." A Beast King said gloomily.

"I don't care. It's life or death. You figure it out on your own."

The old man was firm.

The surroundings fell silent again.

Many beast kings were discussing in secret.

After a while, a strong voice came: "Okay, we will do it, but we have to wait until all the immortals are dead and only one Divine Transformation cultivator is left, then we can hand the things over to you."

The cultivation level of Kunlun's powerful gods is supported by the luck of the entire human race. When the human race in the fairyland suffers casualties to a certain extent, some of the powerful gods will fall to a lower level.

"I only have less than a hundred years left to live, which means you only have a hundred years."

The old man looked calm and composed.

"When there are only two gods left, we will hand the things over to you."

The demons took a step back.

"Three."

The old man uttered the two words slowly, his tone showing no room for compromise.