Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 714: On the order of the king, invite the king to watch the ceremony

White Holy Mountain.

As a white shadow approached, the big demons on the White Holy Mountain immediately noticed it, and in an instant, dozens of spiritual consciousnesses swept directly towards the white shadow.

The white figure finally stopped more than ten miles away from the White Holy Mountain, standing in mid-air, staring at the majestic mountain rising from the ground like a giant beast.

The mountain ridge covers an area of ​​thousands of miles, and there are countless mountains standing among them, and majestic demonic energy gathers between the mountains, shrouding the entire mountain range in a black mist, and the shadows of some high mountains are vaguely visible.

Mysterious and intimidating!

This is the White Holy Mountain!

Baisheng Mountain never refers to a certain mountain, but an entire mountain range!

Soon, the white figure felt the endless consciousness sweeping towards him from the mountains.

"Humph!"

She let out a cold snort, and her late-stage king realm consciousness surged out, like a storm, crushing all the consciousness that tried to peek at her!

"Well……"

For a moment, many big demons groaned in the mountainous area, and at the same time they were deeply surprised by the visitor.

"I don't know who the Taoist friend came to my White Holy Mountain, and why?"

The next moment, there was a hoarse sound in the mountains that resounded throughout the world, and then a wisp of terrifying aura spread, and a trembling figure walked out of the mountains, pacing in the air as if walking on the ground.

As he walked out of the thick black fog, his figure gradually emerged.

This is a skinny old man wearing a black robe. His long hair is tied into a ponytail, and his thin body is slightly stooped.

But it was such an old man who, as he stepped forward, forced the white figure's consciousness to shrink back inch by inch.

In the mountains, many great demons were staring at this scene, with curiosity and ridicule appearing in most of their eyes.

Maybe the guy outside the mountain is very strong, but no matter how strong it is, what will happen?

But the cultivation level of King Realm!

And what they lack the most in Baisheng Mountain is the Demon King!

If you want to cause trouble here with a mere king-level cultivation, there is only one end, and that is to become the qualifications for most of the great monsters in the mountain!

"My name is Heiyi, and I come from Fengming Mountain Demon Territory, Black Wind Mountain!"

The white figure spoke calmly and looked at the old man calmly. There was a hint of surprise in the depths of his pupils, but there was no fear at all.

Now that she is in the late stage of the King Realm, she can easily sense that the aura of the old man opposite her is stronger than hers, but it is far from reaching the level of the Demon Ancestor.

In other words, this old man is a demon cultivator at the peak of King Realm!

Although her cultivation level is higher than hers, if there is a fight, Heiyi doesn't think she will lose, so she naturally looks indifferent.

Black Wind Mountain?

When the old man heard this, a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes, but he soon sneered: "Since you are a monk from the Fengming Mountain Demon Realm, why are you here in the Baisheng Mountain Demon Realm?"

"Our two demon realms have never had any contact with each other and are far apart. I wonder why my friend is here?"

"Of course I came here on the order of my king!"

Heiyi spoke calmly, then flipped through it, and an animal skin letter suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Your king?" The old man frowned slightly. It took him a while to react, and continued to ask, "A demon king?"

This time, Heiyi did not answer, but opened the letter to himself and recited: "This king's treasure is the master of the Black Wind Mountain in the Demon Domain of Fengming Mountain. Fellow Taoists, you can also call me the Black Wind Demon King." !

Presumably all fellow Taoists in the Holy Mountain are also familiar with my name.

Yes, I am the inheritor of the White Tiger Holy King!

But at the same time, I am also the grandson of Granny Bird, the Demon Ancestor of the Fire Phoenix Palace. In addition, the Holy King of Fire Phoenix also favors me! "

Heiyi originally had a cold expression, but when he read this, he couldn't help but twitch his face, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Not to mention her, even the old man opposite and the great demons from the White Holy Mountain in the mountains behind felt strange at this moment.

Isn't the Demon King of Black Wind Mountain really capable of showing off?

Is this because he is afraid that people will not know his background?

However, this was not the end yet. Hei Yi continued to recite and said, "By the way, have you heard about this king's achievements?"

"Although I am not the Holy Son, I am known as the Reaper of the Holy Son!"

"Not long ago, in the Dragon Ruins, I personally smashed a holy son. It seemed to be the holy son of Dragon King Hai. What's his name, Chang Qing? Anyway, it was a python monster!

In addition, I even killed a demon ancestor in my Fengming Mountain Demon Domain. As for his name, I think you should know it, so I won’t go into details here. If you don’t know, you can find out for yourself. one time.

In addition, if you don’t know about this king, you can also go and find out who I am and whether what I say is true. In short, what I want to tell you is that I am really powerful!

As the inheritor of the White Tiger Holy King, I do not want to be an enemy of you, because that will be a disaster for you..."

When Heiyi read this, his eyelids jumped wildly. He subconsciously looked at the old man opposite, but saw that the other man's face looked a little strange.

"Cough cough..."

The man in black coughed twice and did not continue reading. Instead, he waved his hand and threw the letter at the old man.

The old man took the envelope calmly and read it.

Seeing this, Heiyi spoke at the right time and said: "The purpose of my king asking me to come is very simple, that is, he wants fellow Taoists to release Princess Qinglian!"

"Go back and tell your king that Princess Qinglian tried to murder my quasi-holy son of White Holy Mountain. She has been suppressed by Ancestor Heiming. I'm afraid she won't be released!"

The old man put away the letter, looked at the black man, and suddenly smiled and said: "By the way, since your king is the successor of the White Tiger Saint King, he should know one thing. The ancestor of Heiming plans to kill the Holy Son on the day of the election. Princess Qinglian betrothed to the real Holy Son to repay the Holy King's kindness!

The general election will be held in half a year, and your king can come to watch the ceremony at that time! "

As soon as these words came out, Heiyi's face suddenly changed, his tone became much lower, and he shouted at her: "Princess Qinglian is the demon of my Black Wind Mountain, why do you, the White Holy Mountain, suppress her? Aren't you afraid of causing two major conflicts? A war in the demon realm?”

"Fellow Taoist, please don't talk nonsense. Princess Qinglian has always been the righteous daughter of White Saint, so how can she be your demon from Black Wind Mountain?"

"And the one who took action to suppress her was not me, a bad old man, but Hei Ming, my ancestor from the Black Tiger lineage of White Holy Mountain. So even if you are angry, fellow Taoist, there is no need to vent your anger on me, a bad old man!"

"As for whether it will cause a war between the two demon realms, it is not up to us to decide. It is up to the ancestors above to decide this matter!"

"That's all I've said, fellow Taoist, it's better to leave quickly!"

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and left without saying another word.

"hateful!!"

Hei Yi was so angry that he gritted his teeth when he heard this. At the same time, he felt anxious for Princess Qinglian.

"Although my fellow Taoist is strong, this is my White Holy Mountain. Although I am easy to talk to, old man, the same cannot be said for the Black Ming Ancestor. We monks must cherish our lives!"

The old man paused slightly, did not look back, but said something meaningful, and then walked deep into the mountains without looking back.