Bloody, cruel.
There was an unusually cruel and murderous atmosphere surrounding Baishi Mountain. One after another, the mutilated corpses of the men in white were thrown off the mountain by their companions and fell into the valley and ditch below. From the small pagoda, tens of thousands of people in white slowly walked out and stood on the white rocks one after another. They looked up at the sky and looked at the dozens of holes that were gradually expanding in the void.
At the top of the pagoda, an old man in white stood up and squinted at the tentacles slowly squirming in the holes.
After a long time, he suddenly sneered a few times.
"That's about the same, right? If we continue, the casualties among our sons will be too tragic. The casualties this time have exceeded the estimated number by 30%. If we continue to suffer such losses, I'm afraid we won't be able to explain them when we go back."
Another old man in white stood up slowly, with his hands behind his back, looking at the tentacles with a cold expression.
"No rush, no rush, wait a little longer. Only when at least half of this void monster's body has passed through, can we kill him."
"Killing this void monster can protect the peace of this world for thousands of years. If he escapes, he will not live for more than a hundred years, and he will definitely be assigned by the people behind him, and there will be trouble by then."
The old man who had just vomited blood from his mouth and nose gasped for breath, and the hand holding the wine bowl trembled violently.
"This time, I don't know where this void monster came from, and it brought such a nest of harriers here. It's really deadly."
Finally, an old man in white clothes picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth. After chewing it carefully and swallowing it, he shook his head.
"Kite King hasn't come out yet... we still have to fight."
In the void, a sharp scream came again, and hundreds of blue-black streams of light flew out of the void hole. But this time, these blue-black streams of light did not launch a suicide attack on the people in white on Baishi Mountain.
These blue-black streams of light stagnated in mid-air, flapping their wings and spinning slowly in the air.
These falcons are much larger than the tens of millions of palm-sized falcons just now. Their bodies are several feet in diameter, and their feathers are as straight as sword blades, emitting dazzling flames in the sun.
They looked with cold eyes at the piles of falcon carcasses lying in various places on the mountain, and from time to time they made sad and wild whistles.
Amid their crazy howls, the three tentacles in the void suddenly closed inward, and the three void holes merged together, from which suddenly a huge bird head slowly emerged. The diameter of one eyeball of this bird's head alone is more than twenty miles, which shows how big his body is.
Accompanied by the sharp and unpleasant sound of friction between gold and iron, this huge falcon slowly passed through the hole in the void, struggling hard to drag the entire bird's head over. Then came his short, powerful neck, followed by his body.
The black feathers on this kite king's body were as if they were made of metal. They were violently rubbing against the edge of the void hole, constantly emitting dazzling firelight. Amidst the harsh and unpleasant friction sound, hundreds of Styx harriers simultaneously made louder and louder calls.
The expressions of the four old men on the pagoda changed at the same time. They watched the Kite King slowly descending through the hole in the void, and their bodies tensed subconsciously.
"His grandma's, why is it so big?"
For countless years, they led countless disciples and fought bloody battles in this world. They had fought bloody battles with countless strange creatures from the upper world, and they had wiped out at least hundreds of tribes of ferocious birds like the Mingyaozi.
But the largest Styx they had ever encountered was only a hundred miles long. That one cost them the death of several brothers and serious injuries to dozens of their companions.
And this kite king, his head alone is actually a hundred miles in size. According to the common rule that the bigger the creatures in the upper world are, the stronger they are. This kite king is at least a hundred times more powerful than the kite king they killed before.
Even their current cultivation level has improved a lot compared to when they encountered that hundred-mile-sized Kitten King. But when they saw the kite king in front of them, which was a bit ridiculously big and a bit unreasonable, they were still so nervous that their whole bodies were tense and their scalps were numb.
After a while, when the smaller half of the kite king's body passed through the void, an old man in white smiled dryly and bitterly.
"Send a distress signal quickly... I'm afraid it will take a saint, or at least a true disciple of a saint, to deal with this guy."
An old man in white clothes hurriedly took out a jade talisman, crushed it into pieces, and then shook it high into the sky.
A ray of fire shot out with the sound of thunder, and the fire light, which was as thick as a thumb and more than ten feet long, penetrated the void with a "chirp" sound, and disappeared instantly with the sound of continuous thunder. In just a few breaths, the fire penetrated the boundless void and arrived at a dojo at the core of this world.
The green mountains are capped, the water is lingering, the clouds are lingering, and countless gorgeous palaces and pavilions are scattered here and there.
Countless men and women with high crowns and robes and serious faces were speeding back and forth on the cloud road, and from time to time, streaks of spiritual light flew towards the mountains in the deepest part of the dojo. When these men and women speeding on the Cloud Road saw this fire coming, their expressions suddenly changed.
"Did something happen again? Is it some big guy that can't be solved?"
"Damn it, what kind of medicine have those beasts taken in the past two years? The offensive is becoming increasingly difficult to resist."
"It doesn't matter, just get through these two years. Boy, you don't have enough experience. In the past thousand years, it happened to be the day of the great collision between the Holy Spirit Realm and our Void Spirit Realm. The Void Barrier was the weakest, so there were a lot of big guys coming. ah."
The fire for help shot past and disappeared into a palace on the top of the mountain covering an area of hundreds of thousands of acres in the blink of an eye.
In a simple and majestic hall, an old man wearing a black robe, with a shining vertical eye between his eyebrows, and a thunder and fire eye in each palm of his hands, raised his head and casually caught the fire in his hands.
The old man frowned, crushed the fire, and a halo of light spurted out, showing the image of the Kite King in the void that was struggling to penetrate the void.
"What a big flat-haired beast... No wonder they can't handle it."
The old man snorted coldly, grabbed a jade ruyi beside him, and knocked heavily on a purple gold wooden fish.
After a crisp sound of 'dang', a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties or forties, but had a simple and green face, quite the air of a green pine and a height of more than one foot, strode in.
The middle-aged man saluted the old man and greeted him respectfully.
"Master, what are your orders?"
The old man snorted coldly. He pointed at the huge figure of the Kite King in the light curtain in front of him. Just as he was about to speak, a low popping sound suddenly came from his sleeve. The old man was stunned. He dropped the jade in his hand and took out a palm-sized jade talisman from his sleeve.
The crystal clear jade talisman has been broken into pieces, and a mysterious and unusual but extremely obscure and dim aura slowly seeps out from it.
The old man held the jade talisman tightly, and the eyes between his brows and hands emitted a trace of divine light. After about a cup of tea, a trace of rage suddenly appeared on the old man's face. He stood up suddenly and stamped his feet fiercely.
"Lan Shuixin... How dare you, an ignorant child, do such an arrogant thing?"
With an angry shout, the old man waved his sleeves, and hundreds of thumb-sized jade beads rolled out from the sleeves. These jade beads bounced on the ground a few times, and suddenly transformed into hundreds of tall and handsome soldiers wearing magnificent armor.
"Holy Lord!"
These soldiers knelt down on one knee and saluted the old man.
"Go, take my command talisman and ask Lan Shui Qinglian whether he should deal with the unscrupulous members of the clan by himself, or should we three old guys do it ourselves."
"In addition, tell Lan Shui Qinglian that half of the Lan family's resources for the next ten thousand years will be deducted. Also, order the Lan family to send an additional 10 percent of their children to join the 'Death Camp' to fight."
A purple jade talisman surrounded by smoke flew out from the old man's sleeve and floated in front of these soldiers.
A six-foot-tall armored soldier grabbed the jade talisman and made a respectful promise. Then his figure suddenly turned into a fragrant cloud and was swept out of the hall by a roaring wind. Hundreds of other soldiers turned into streaks of golden light and followed closely behind, disappearing out of the sky in the blink of an eye.
The old man snorted coldly and wiped the broken jade talisman in his hand. The broken jade talisman immediately healed again, and no scars could be seen anymore. He waved to the middle-aged man standing in front of him and smiled faintly.
"Go and behead that flat-haired beast. Tonight, I will drink wine with the tender flesh of his heart."
After pondering for a moment, the old man's expression became extremely gloomy and terrifying.
"Send someone to keep an eye on everyone in the Lan family. If there is a Lan Shui Xin in their family, there is no guarantee..."
The middle-aged man curled his lips, smiled sinisterly, and then his figure disappeared out of thin air without any trace of mana fluctuations.
About half an hour later, in this world, a burst of angry roars and curses came from a glorious and majestic Taoist palace.
About two hours later, a water-colored light towering over the sky erupted from this Taoist palace. This bright light with a diameter of more than ten thousand miles shattered the void, enveloping hundreds of figures and disappearing into the boundless void in an instant.
In the Taoist Palace, a huge cauldron that is as big as a small mountain, has a simple and powerful shape, and shines with a subtle light stands "dying" in a square. A hair-thin crack was clearly visible on the body of the giant cauldron. A large amount of spiritual energy continued to spurt out from the crack, making the aura of the giant cauldron even weaker. Seeing that the damage to the giant cauldron was too great.
The sage of the Lan family, Lan Shui Qinglian, who was handsome and elegant and looked to be in his early twenties, elegant and scholarly, jumped to the side of the giant cauldron and roared crazily.
"Which clan is Lan Shuixin a descendant of? All the clansmen in this clan will have 70% of their cultivation resources deducted for the next ten thousand years."
"The family needs an additional 10% of the clan to join the death camp, and all of them will come from this room."
"The unworthy disciples you teach will bear all the consequences yourself!"
(End of chapter)