Lingtian and Liehu each represent the human race and the demon race.
When they meet, they are definitely more than just peaceful on the surface.
For hundreds of millions of years, the demon race and the human race have been fighting endlessly in this world.
Although the top few people will not take action in the fight, in fact The people who died in the battle on both sides were commanded by the leaders of the two tribes.
In theory, they were the biggest enemies.
Countless years of racial hatred were hidden under the seemingly peaceful exchange.
The people on both sides looked indifferent at this time and commanded their own people to fly towards the 180-mile-high Jitian Peak.
Chen Yunfeng and his party were riding the divine eagle, which was considered the most comfortable group of people.
In the eyes of countless pairs of envious eyes, the vertically ascending team gradually landed on the top of the mountain.
The height of Jitian Peak does not sound high, but as the pressure of the high-altitude air in the Demon Realm decreases, the temperature here is already comparable to the black ice outside Chen Yunfeng's seal in Kuishan; It doesn't mean that you can fly high if you fly fast.
If you fly high, you can withstand such low temperatures.
Otherwise, the Kuishan seal in the world of cultivation would not be able to have Xuanbing as a guardian around the seal.
More than 8,000 demon cultivators and human beings from the fairy realm gathered at the top of the mountain.
Some demon cultivators and humans who lacked skills could not withstand the severe cold on the top of the mountain, and trembled and quickly turned around and flew down the mountain; Among the people left behind, except for a small number of experts who did not respond to such severe cold, even Xiang Xiaoxiao, who was hiding in Chen Yunfeng's arms as a peak human immortal dragon, was hiding in Chen Yunfeng's clothes.
The sacred eagle is a golden-winged roc.
Although it has not yet reached the ability to soar up to 100,000 miles and spread its wings for 90,000 miles, it ignores the temperature at all.
It turns its head to look at the crowd walking towards the depths of the ice peak, and then looks at Chen Yun.
The wind said: "Boss.
What are they doing?
They can't stand the cold, but they still try to walk inside.
The top of the mountain gets colder towards the middle.
It will be fun if they don't freeze into ice pimples by then."
"The Demon Transformation Pot is a heaven-defying artifact to them, no matter who gets it.
It takes nine levels of control to cultivate to the point where the Golden Immortal can ascend and leave the Demon Realm, so they will risk their lives to fight for it, even if it is only a hundred million points.
I won't miss any chance," Chen Yunfeng said in a low voice as he followed the group forward.
On the icebergs along the way, demon cultivators and humans with less skill kept shivering from the cold and retreated from the top of the mountain.
However, Chen Yunfeng and his group walked forward as if there was no reaction at all.
The Bagua Taoist robe worn by Taoist Master Fang Xing emits a faint white light to push away the cold air around him, and Master Duyue's monk's robe also flashes red light to keep the cold air away; Chen Yunfeng himself has infinite power.
The cold air released was far stronger than the iceberg cold current.
He didn't even use his immortal energy to resist it.
Wansha, who was not far from him, did the same.
She quickly followed the team without releasing any energy in her body.
Taoist Fang Xing and Master Duyue seemed indifferent to Wansha's sudden appearance.
This was already the last moment.
As long as they find out the truth about that year, it will end their wish and the possibility of inner demons.
A journey of thousands of miles is nothing to the masters.
Their strengths and weaknesses can be distinguished from their actions in this extremely cold place.
Countless masters took out their magic weapons to keep out the cold, but in the end they could only quit halfway, leaving only what was left when they were about to reach the center of the iceberg.
There are already less than a thousand people down there.
After passing through a glacier canyon, everyone finally arrived at the center of the glacier.
Taoist Master Fang Xing looked at a huge rock frozen with thick ice.
With a wave of his hand, a hot force melted away the solid ice, revealing three big characters on the rock.
He stared at the three characters and frowned and said: "Leiyin Temple and the others actually moved the temple here, but why is it so quiet all around?
What happened here?"
Entering along the stone wall is a house covered with snow and ice.
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Inside an open door, there are layers of frost on the surface of a statue of Sakyamuni.
The deserted and deserted Leiyin Temple, which looked like a dead place, made the more than a thousand people look at each other in disbelief.
Liehu and Lingtian, who were leading the team, looked at each other and then each prepared to attack behind them.
Hundreds of feet of purple sky fire burst out of the fierce tiger's body, followed by a tiger roar.
Countless fireballs suddenly appeared on the extremely cold peak and rushed towards the temples and houses.
"Amitabha, why do you need to suffer so much?"
A Buddha's chant came out from the silent temple, and a pale golden light mask instantly appeared over the temple.
The fireballs used by Liehu, who was already at the peak of his immortal life, were all deflected by the light shield.
Upon hearing the Buddha's chant and the bounced fireball, Liehu's eyes flashed red and he shouted in a deep voice: "Zen Master Mingkong, hand over the demon-transforming pot, and I will spare your life."
"hehe" Amidst a burst of laughter, a monk wearing plain white robes and holding a tin staff flashed in front of the temple door.
He looked at Liehu with a bitter look and said with lonely eyes:
"If you hand over the demon-transforming pot, King Liehu will spare my life.
Then, will these thousands of Taoist fellow demon cultivators be willing to let me go down the mountain?"
Liehu originally told lies, so he didn't care if he let Mingkong go, but the human race had been pursuing the conspiracy for hundreds of years, and they would never give up until they found out.
"Explain who instigated the conspiracy back then, and the human race can keep you safe."
Ling Tianren also stepped forward and said.
Taoist priest Fang Xing and Master Duyue rushed forward at the same time.
Looking at their former teammates, Taoist priest Fang Xing shouted in a deep voice: "Mingkong, when you and I entered the valley together, the demon-turning pot disappeared in the end.
No one else knew the whereabouts of the three of us, and no one was so bold as to plot against us.
Tell me, what exactly happened that year?
" Mingkong looked at the two of them and said: "Amitabha, Brother Fang Xing and Junior Sister Duyue are also here.
Does Junior Sister Duyue remember my master's words back then?"
"A demon is a demon, practicing Buddhism is also a demon, and a Buddha is still a demon.
It doesn't matter if you do good.
Good and evil will happen in the world.
There is no way for salvation in Buddhism.
Until now, I still don't understand what it means."
Master Duyue looked at it.
Mingkong said in a deep voice with a bitter look on his face.
"Amitabha" Mingkong recited the Buddha's name with sadness, and with a flick of his hand, a square-mouth bottle appeared in his hand.
The outside of this bottle was engraved with the pattern of a holy beast.
A cold breath came from the mouth of the bottle, making all the demon cultivators present bear it.
Can't help but retreat far away.
The demon-transforming pot, needless to say, is the only artifact in the demon world that can emit the aura of fear for the demon clan.
A string of tears fell from the corners of Mingkong's eyes.
He raised the demon-transforming pot and hissed: "The demon-transforming pot is nothing more than a magical weapon.
Why did Leiyin Temple, one of the major sects in the demon world, escape to the extreme peaks, and I was the only one left in the end?"
An artifact is out of reach for ordinary cultivators in the demon world, but everyone at the top knows that if necessary, a large sect like Leiyin Temple can send even ten artifacts to the backstage.
It is impossible to do it for one.
Even the sect doesn’t want this artifact.
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