Of course, the two white-haired young men wanted to know each other's true identity.
From what the Taoist said, he should be a monk living in the Lost Continent, but they could not remember the existence of such a scary person.
"Even if I tell you who I am, you won't know. You are just a bunch of juniors!"
True Lord Qianzhong spoke calmly.
The white-haired young man and the beautiful woman immediately shut up, and with a tacit understanding, the beautiful woman suddenly stretched out her slender hand and waved forward.
Since the other party is unwilling to reveal his origins, just beat him first.
They were in the dense forest at the back of the "Holy Demon Palace", a very important place within an important place. The formation here had the function of blocking all auras.
Although they didn't know how the Taoist priest got in, they would not open the formation to avoid affecting the disciples in the palace.
There is no one in the world who can defeat the two of them together.
The last moment, both sides were still talking.
The next moment, Qianzhong Zhenjun, who was standing at the top of the tree, suddenly saw the space on the side slightly distorted, and a flash of cold light rushed straight to his head.
There was no change on Master Qianzhong's face. He raised his right hand slowly, clasped his thumb and middle finger together, and then flicked it towards his ear like Guanyin.
His movements seemed slow, but he was the first to arrive. The tip of his middle finger blurred with a hint of cold light.
All this gave the beautiful woman and the white-haired young man an illusion that it happened very quickly, and yet it seemed to pass in a flash of eternity.
The Taoist priest raised his hand to resist without any concern, which caught the eyes of the two peerless masters below, and they were both shocked.
The beautiful woman's seemingly random attack, if it was not under deliberate control, this attack would instantly turn the entire "Holy Demon City" into nothingness.
All cultivators below the level of Spiritualization died without any pain.
Unless that person was stupid, he would not use his body to receive her attack. The Taoist priest had a whisk draped over his left arm, but he had no intention of using it.
A dazzling light suddenly burst out from the right side of the Taoist's head.
Then a silver spear completely appeared from the void. The spear body was like jade, and two dragons were tumbling and twisting rapidly on it.
The cold light before was exactly the tip of the spear that was as sharp as snow. It carried the eternal chill, and the extremely sharp spear tip collided with the fingertips of Master Qianzhong.
The silver spear, which was as powerful as a rainbow, paused for a moment, then began to tremble violently. The two dragons on the spear, with their fangs and claws bared, rushed along the spear towards Master Qianzhong.
But before it left the spear, the Taoist's fingertips once again pushed the tip of the silver-like spear, as if pushing away a piece of grass.
The two dragons that emerged from the water suddenly let out painful roars, and the long spears flew backwards with a "wu" sound and a sharp whistle.
The beautiful woman below felt a sharp pain in her chest, and sweat immediately poured down her smooth jade-like forehead.
All this happened in less than half a breath, and the beautiful woman's sharp attack was like a baby dancing stick to the opponent.
The spear, like silver water, was blasted into the air and circled, breaking the huge trees that were as big as seven or eight men's arms into pieces. In an instant, they turned into clouds of gray smoke and disappeared silently.
The white-haired young man who had been standing by was horrified. He never thought that his junior sister, who was in the late stage of Spirit Transformation, could not even take a single move from the opponent.
The reason why he did not join forces immediately was that he thought it would be enough for his junior sister to test the other party.
Secondly, if the other party uses some magical weapon to break the ban and sneak in to play tricks, then he will be the backup and deliver a fatal blow.
After all, if a small cultivator can possess a heaven-defying space magic weapon, it is not surprising that the other party has another magic weapon that can break the ban.
The reason why the white-haired young man had these thoughts was that, as far as he knew, there was a mysterious sect on the Lost Continent. The whereabouts of this sect were secretive and it was called "Tongbao Sect".
It is said that there are only two or three people in the entire sect, but they practice the way of luck, which is a very strange practice system.
Once they have achieved something, they can use their luck to dig graves, rob tombs, break formations and search for treasures.
They specialize in entering tombs and caves left over from ancient times, or even from the distant past. With the blessing of good luck, they can be invincible and obtain one magical weapon, elixir, and other treasures after another.
Just relying on these magic weapons and elixirs, their path to immortality can become extremely smooth.
Therefore, when he saw the "Tuban", a heaven-defying space magic weapon, and when Qianchong Zhenjun appeared silently above their heads, he suddenly thought of the "Tongbao Gate".
Both this legendary sect itself and the monks within it like to use one incredible magic weapon after another to play tricks.
Moreover, ever since he started practicing, the strongest people in this world have always been those who have reached the state of Divine Transformation.
Especially when the white-haired young man reached the Spirit Transformation Stage, although he could not be said to be invincible, even the top monsters of the Black Demon Clan were only as strong as him.
He couldn't get any advantage from him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to intimidate the other party even if he was in charge of the "Holy Demon Palace".
From this, he concluded that Master Qianzhong had used the power of magic weapons to successfully sneak into the "Holy Demon Palace" and act like a ghost.
Seeing that his junior sister suffered a loss in one move, he was shocked at first, but when he took a quick look with his spiritual sense, he saw that her breath had recovered quickly and she did not seem to be injured.
The white-haired young man was filled with rebelliousness and a murderous intent that he had not felt for many years.
He raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly a black mountain appeared silently above the head of Qianzhong Zhenjun, and smashed down mercilessly the moment it appeared.
Qianzhong Zhenjun, who was standing at the top of the tree, frowned. He had already shown mercy just now. Every bit of his spiritual power would be reduced.
Unexpectedly, the other party did not appreciate it and continued to attack.
The whisk hanging in the crook of his arm suddenly flew up by itself, and strands of white dust were raised and supported a corner of the bottom of the hill.
It was as if an octopus lifted a huge mountain, so incongruous.
The seemingly weak and powerless dust threads lifted the hill in the air with great speed, and then the dust threads spun violently. The white-haired young man heard a crisp sound in his mind, and before he could react, the magic weapon suddenly lost contact with him, and then a hill fell on his head in a spinning manner.
At the same time, the snow-white dust threads retreated one after another, and the white-haired young man and the black hill were reconnected again.
He hurriedly made a gesture of magic, and the falling black mountain immediately hovered in the air three feet above his head.
The opponent easily cut off the connection between him and his magic weapon, and looked at the Taoist standing on the top of the tree and had no intention of continuing the attack.
The two white-haired young men didn't know at this time that the other party was showing mercy.
It took less than half a breath from the time the white-haired young man made his move to the time the black mountain pressed down on her head. At this time, the beautiful woman just retracted the silver spear and held it in her hand.
It took only a breath or so, and the two sides exchanged moves as fast as lightning. The degree of danger was only known to the two supreme elders of the "Holy Demon Palace".
Sweat began to seep out of their foreheads, and they had lost their composure and calmness that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
"Senior..."
There was already fear in the depths of the white-haired young man's eyes. The fight did not have to be earth-shattering. As soon as they made a move, they would immediately know that the gap between themselves and the opponent was as huge as heaven and earth.
This time, Master Qianzhong interrupted him directly.
"Does the agreement between you demons and humans no longer exist?"
This time, the white-haired young man and the beautiful woman suddenly remembered the voice that came at the beginning. That sentence seemed to be asking them whether the demons had forgotten the agreement
Thinking back to the other party's holding back just now
"The great power of the human race!"
The two of them simultaneously thought of what the previous generation of guardians had said about the era of Xiahou Shangxie.
"Senior, you are the great human being!!!"
It seems that you have forgotten the original agreement. The human race does not need your special care, but you have started to secretly kill our human cultivators just to covet a magic weapon.
If I hadn't rushed back in time and was the one who refined this treasure, wouldn't my successor have been destroyed in your hands? Humph!"
There was a hint of coldness in Master Qianzhong's tone, while the white-haired young man and the beautiful woman secretly complained in their hearts.
"With the appearance of such a magical weapon, any cultivator would be tempted. Moreover, there is not much difference in status between human cultivators and cultivators of other races..."
After they roughly determined each other's identity, they remembered the instructions of the previous generation of guardians, and a chill ran down their backs.
This man, relying solely on his own ability, scared Xiahou Shangxie and his men into fleeing. They asked themselves how their cultivation and intelligence could compare with that of the great hero Xiahou Shangxie.
"Senior, it's not that we deliberately want to refine this treasure, but one of my disciples is inside this treasure..."
"Your disciple, that female disciple, is also my successor. I think you know better than me how to join your sect!"
Master Qianzhong said with disdain.
The white-haired young man and the beautiful woman couldn't help but look at each other. Of course, they had heard Shanggong Changge say that.
Zhao Min was a pair of senior sister and brother whom she met on the road. In the end, she used the offer of curing each other's junior brother as a lure, and half-forced and half-forced them into the White Demon Clan.
However, they did not think there was anything wrong with this, as it was something that both parties were willing to do, and they were not really forcing the other party.
However, there is no logic in talking to a strong person. Isn't this how they treat other cultivators on a daily basis
"Since Zhao Min's master was passed down by this great human, he was said to be extremely miserable at the beginning."
From what this powerful human said, it seemed that he had left the Lost Continent for a long time, which led to the decline of this sect.
The two white-haired young men could tell from the information passed down orally by the previous generation of guardians of the "Holy Demon Palace" that this powerful human did not want to expose himself to others.
Then, naturally no one would know about the sect he founded, which actually makes sense.
"Junior... I really didn't know that Zhao Min was your disciple. If I knew, I would never dare to accept her as my disciple!"
The white-haired young man could only say this at this time, but he and the beautiful woman were extremely heartbroken. The price they spent on Zhao Min could not be measured by spirit stones or natural treasures.
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"Senior, Zhao Min is a natural genius. Her physique is just right for practicing my demon clan's magical skills..."
The beautiful woman gritted her teeth and spoke to Master Qianzhong. She was of course unwilling to let Zhao Min leave so easily.
"Your skills? Hehehe... She won't stay in the mortal world. I will send her to the fairy world!"
Master Qianzhong directly extinguished all the other party's hopes, which made the beautiful woman feel bitter.
Judging from the opponent's strength, the skills that the demons regard as treasures are really not worth mentioning in the eyes of the opponent.
"Also, I will not stay here for long. After I take my disciples away, I hope you can abide by the previous agreement!"
At this point, the figure of Master Qianzhong had gradually faded and disappeared from the top of the tree, and there was still no warning in the dense forest formation.
After a long time, the beautiful woman said in a daze.
“This senior is indeed a strong man in the immortal world. I have always believed that as long as there is another cultivator in the palace who is promoted to the late stage of transformation, he can fight against the black demon clan.
Then the two of us can ascend to the fairyland at any time. Only then will we be able to roam the sky like dragons and show our elegance.
Even in the Immortal Spirit Realm, there will be no place for me. We can't even survive half a breath. Our strength is really not worth mentioning. We are very weak! ! "