This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 224 Where do all these superficial brothers come from?

Little Leiyin Temple!

An ancient temple in a desolate mountain, with withered trees and a gloomy and eerie atmosphere.

Even though the Buddha statues and murals are full of Zen and the temple halls are spacious and bright, it is difficult to conceal the evil atmosphere from the inside out. This place is by no means a Buddhist holy place, but more like a devil's cave.

"Why not again?"

"Why is there nothing?"

Looking at the empty Main Hall, the Bull Demon King was furious. He couldn't remember how many temples or caves he had visited along the way. They were all empty, without any treasures or opportunities.

Oh, there is a Yin-Yang Qi Bottle in Lion Camel Ridge.

Even more angry!
Xiang Yuan said nothing as he looked around at the empty clay lotus pedestal. His thoughts wandered and he suspected that the Blood Moon Demon Palace was the filming studio for Journey to the West because the filming had wrapped and everyone had been fired.

He followed the Bull Demon King all the way, visiting a scenic spot every thousand miles. They passed by Bibotan, Lion Camel Ridge, Eagle Sorrow Stream, and White Tiger Ridge in succession. Each place had different scenery, making it very suitable for checking in.

But it’s limited to punching in!
There is no magic weapon, no opportunity, not even a ghost.

The large copy map of the Blood Moon Demon Palace is too weird. It seems like some powerful person forcibly combined the small maps related to the 81 difficulties on the journey to the west into one place. There is only the territory of the demon clan, no human kingdom, no immortal caves, and no trace of the heaven.

This is so weird, what does it mean, what is the purpose of doing this?
Xiang Yuan was full of questions. He sat cross-legged on a lotus platform and said smugly, "Brother, these lotus platforms may be treasures. If you are not interested, I will take a few home and keep them for later use."

Why do you want a bicycle? Isn’t a lotus platform more beautiful?
There was a hint of sarcasm in these words, but Xiang Yuan had set up the demon well before, and his image as a reckless man was as steady as an old dog. The Bull Demon King didn't realize it, but felt that there was some truth in what he said, so he opened his mouth and swallowed the three lotus platforms.

In the Blood Moon Demon Palace, the lotus platform is made of clay, but this may not be the case outside.

The cow is really hungry!
Seeing that the Bull Demon King's eyes were red and on the verge of going berserk, Xiang Yuan decided to add fuel to the fire and said worriedly: "Brother, you and I have been looking for opportunities aimlessly and have found nothing so far. I don't know what's going on with the other great saints."

This sentence awakened the Bull Demon King. At this point, it didn't matter whether he was there or not, what mattered was whether the other great saints were there or not.

The Bull Demon King's voice was hoarse, as if there was a piece of charcoal in his throat: "The Lion Camel is dead, you and I are brothers of one mind, Baidi is also considered a brother of ours, the advantage is on my side, there is nothing to be afraid of."

The furious Bull Demon King planned to kill indiscriminately. If he didn't get the chance, the other great saints wouldn't get it either. Not only did they lose the chance, they also lost their lives.

Great kindness!

Xiang Yuanxin gave a thumbs up. This was exactly the effect he wanted. He wanted to see a river of blood.

At the same time, doubts arose in his mind. The Blood Moon Demon Palace was empty and there was nothing in it. Where should the blood token be used? Where did the Yaksha King find the relic?

"There is no time to lose, let's set off immediately!"

With a wave of his hand, the Bull Demon King smashed all the lotus pedestals in the main hall, leaving no chance for later comers to seek opportunities. He then moved through space and took Xiang Yuan away from the Little Leiyin Temple.

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Under the five-colored sky, the magnificent demon palace lies dormant quietly, and it is unknown how many years it has existed.

This demon palace is not a projection of the cliff, but is actually located on the blood moon. It is a portal that opens once every hundred years and is also the place where opportunities truly lie.

In front of the Demon Palace, Dapeng broke its wings.

A bloody hole was torn out in the chest of the Great Sage Hun Tian Peng Demon King, and his demon pill was taken away. His miserable condition was not exactly the same as that of the Yaksha King, but it was definitely the same.

The Mist Dragon King held the demon pill in his claws, his sinister face showing a bit of ruthlessness. He said to the corpse under his feet: "You had a good plan and your acting skills were also acceptable. You took advantage of me being alone. Unfortunately, you missed a step. I don't want to be alone like you."

The Mist Dragon King and the Peng Demon King had a grudge in their early years and had a fierce interaction over the issue of who eats whom and who is at the top of the food chain. After mediation by the Lion King, the two sides stopped fighting and made peace.

Demon King Peng is doing this for the sake of Lion King, but King Wu Jiao is not like that. He is superficially a brother to Demon King Peng and Lion King, and all his calculations are only for the Blood Moon Demon Palace.

Beside him, the silent King Jinwu opened his eyes and said slowly: "Now that the grudge has been resolved, let's not waste time to avoid further trouble."

The Mist Dragon King nodded, and after a moment's silence, he said, "Brother Jinwu, it is just as you said. All the places of opportunity before are empty, except this place. How do you know so much?"

King Mist Dragon didn't understand. King Golden Crow was not King Yaksha and had never entered the Blood Moon Demon Palace before. How could he get the accurate information?

Seeing that the Mist Dragon King was suspicious, the Golden Crow King was silent for a moment. He didn't want his own people to become suspicious and create a farce that would hinder him, so he said: "The Demon Palace has some connection with my bloodline. I also learned about this matter by chance. The truth is in it. You will know it when you go in and take a look."

"There won't be an ambush in there, will there?" The Mist Dragon King was quite straightforward and spoke frankly.

"No matter if there is an ambush inside, you will not give up when the opportunity is right before your eyes."

After saying this, King Jinwu raised his hand and took out a blood-red token, which he inserted into the gate of the Demon Palace. After the two doors that were as majestic as mountains and rivers slowly opened, he took the token and strode in.

There was a gleam in the eyes of the Mist Dragon King, and he gritted his teeth secretly, annoyed that the Golden Crow King half said half and hid the other half. If he had known that the other party was so familiar with the Demon Palace, he should not have killed the Demon King Peng just now.

Right now, we just hope that the Lion King will arrive as soon as possible.

After the two great saints entered the Demon Palace, the White Emperor, waving a fan, walked out from the wind and mist, looked at the majestic palace, and pondered the pros and cons.

Just as King Jinwu said, the opportunity is right before our eyes, and we must give it a try even if it means going through mountains of swords and seas of fire. Otherwise, in a hundred years, King Yaksha will be our lesson.

The figure of the White Emperor shook, and his flowing white robe was stained with blood, and he looked pale and seriously injured.

Firstly, to confuse the Golden Crow King and the Mist Dragon King, and secondly, to confuse the new teammates.

It doesn’t matter who the new teammate is. He is not picky. Whoever arrives first will be the one.

The seven great saints of the demon clan have seven hundred ideas in their minds, and none of them is reckless and kind. Even the Peng Demon King, the Lion King, and the Yaksha King who left first were just unlucky, but their IQ is definitely online.

Speaking of which, the Yaksha King was the first to be eliminated and was kicked out of the table by the six great saints. The Lion King died at the hands of the Bull Demon King and Xiang Yuan, and the Peng Demon King died at the hands of the Mist Dragon King and the Golden Crow King.

Three consecutive tragedies proved that the value of that person is still increasing. Only the Great Sage can deal with the Great Sage!

At this time, the Bull Demon King was still on his way.

……

"Brother, it's the Demon Palace!"

Xiang Yuan flew in the wind and saw the Blood Moon Demon Palace from afar. Before he landed, he saw the body of Peng Demon King. He took a breath and said, "What a big bird! Who is so cruel?"

"The Fog Dragon King's methods really are just superficial brothers."

The Bull Demon King sneered twice. The God-given opportunity was right in front of him. He checked and confirmed that the Peng Demon King was not pretending to be dead, and strode into the Demon Palace.

Xiang Yuan pulled out a few eagle feathers. He didn't want to collect the corpse in front of the Bull Demon King, so he hurried to catch up. When he passed the door, he saw the groove of the blood-colored token and his pupils shrank instantly.

In addition to the Yaksha King, there is another one among the Seven Great Sages who holds the Blood Token.

who is it?

The Mist Dragon King, the Golden Crow King, the White Emperor King...

Or was it the tragic death of Demon King Peng, who was forced to beg for alms because he refused to hand over the bloody token?

Xiang Yuan felt happy, but was soon shrouded in a haze again. The strength of the seven great sages was almost the same. Without any help, it would be difficult for the Mist Dragon King to kill the Demon King Peng alone.

The Lion King is dead, so he can't be a helper, which means the Mist King has another teammate. The Golden Crow King or the White Emperor King?

Tsk tsk, these great saints are no pushovers!

From this perspective, the Bull Demon King can be described as a simple and honest person.

What Xiang Yuan could think of, Bull Demon King could naturally think of as well. After entering the Demon Palace, he protected Xiang Yuan tightly behind him, with a look of loyalty and righteousness on his face.

The old cow panicked!

A man and a demon entered the hall. Xiang Yuan drew out the Jinglan Sword and stood on guard all around to prevent a sneak attack.

The main hall is resplendent in golden light and extremely majestic. It has a certain royal majesty and also looks like a place for sacrifice.

There are many images of monsters painted on the wall. Some of them are recognizable to Xiang Yuan and can be found in the recipes in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Some are so strange that Xiang Yuan has no idea what they are. This fully proves the inclusiveness of the monsters.

As long as it doesn't look like a human, it can be classified as a monster.

“Hey, this mural…”

Xiang Yuan stopped and looked up at the mural that towered into the sky.

In the painting, a tall and golden figure stands in front of the throne, his face is hazy and cannot be seen clearly, he holds a huge banner in his hand and waves it, auspicious clouds roll up and cover the sky, all the monsters kneel down, daring not to disobey.

It was not a black evil cloud, but auspicious clouds and mists like those of immortals. Xiang Yuan had seen them in the heavenly realm and had ridden on them. It was a standard feature of immortals and there was no doubt about it.

For some reason, the curse that the demons imposed on the human race popped into my mind.

The two races fought a great war, and the demon race was defeated. It lost its status as the protagonist of heaven and earth, and suppressed the fate of the entire demon race. It cursed the human race so that it could not practice, causing the newly born human race to lose its innate body.

From the auspicious clouds on the murals, we can tell that the demon race was the darling of heaven and earth in the past. They were favored by the laws of heaven and earth, could achieve enlightenment and become immortals, and could wield the authority bestowed by the laws of heaven and earth.

This scene is so similar to the throne of God in the world of gods!
Gazing into the distance in a trance, he fixed his eyes again on the golden figure holding the giant banner, and discovered that the mural seemed to be only half painted. Not only was the appearance of the golden figure not depicted, but there was also a large blank space above.

It was as if there was a pair of invisible hands behind the golden figure!
If this monster is the Demon King, then who is behind the Demon King? Is there any expert behind him?

Xiang Yuan cried out that his head hurt. Who left the blank space? Wouldn’t it be better to fill it in? He hated these riddlers the most.

The Bull Demon King was also looking at the mural. He did not have Xiang Yuan's ability to travel through the various realms, nor had he seen the scenery of the realm of the gods. He was unable to comprehend the deep meaning of this mural. His gaze stayed on the golden figure, and he murmured, "King Golden Crow."

"Brother, thank God you are here at last."

King Baidi walked out covered in blood, staggered to the mural, looked weak after being seriously injured, and said anxiously: "King Wu Jiao and King Jin Wu are in the same group. They killed King Peng. I was secretly observing them and was discovered by them. I was lucky to escape with my life. I followed them all the way here. Hurry up and catch up with me, otherwise the opportunity will be taken away by them."

"Don't say any more, my dear brother. You are so badly injured... It's all because I'm not around, otherwise I wouldn't have let them hurt you!"

Having gained the loyal Xiang Yuan, Bull Demon King's enthusiasm for White Emperor was not as strong as before, but he still had to maintain the superficial brotherhood. He showed concern and self-blame to White Emperor, which made him tearful.

The atmosphere was right, Xiang Yuan's eyes also turned red, and he took the initiative to explain: "Brother, don't blame yourself. It's not that you don't want to come to help, but the Lion King blocked the way. You fought hard to kill it. You have done your best."

"What, the Lion King is dead too?"

The White Emperor was shocked at first, thinking about how the Bull Demon King had killed the Lion King alone and how injured he was now. Then he said admiringly: "The Lion King boasted that he had the power to move mountains and was invincible in the world. I knew he was just boasting and showing off. In fact, he was not worthy of the reputation. It turns out that my brother is more skilled."

Niu Mowang only said that he was lucky and had defended against Bai Diwang, and did not mention Xiang Yuan, the auxiliary.

“Brother, now is not the time to talk nonsense. King Jinwu knows this place well and is heading straight for the opportunity. It will be too late if we don’t chase him.” King Baidi said as he walked, leading the way for Bull Demon King.

It's really him!

Thinking of the description on the mural, the Bull Demon King's eyes widened in anger. He calculated that he had the advantage of three to two, and gritted his teeth and said, "My dear brother, I am seriously injured. Jiu Ling and I will deal with the Mist Dragon King later. You hold back the Golden Crow King for a while. I will come to help you after you kill the Stinky Dragon."

Bull Demon King was not sure whether White Emperor was seriously injured, but he was definitely seriously injured. He was not sure whether he could defeat Golden Crow King, so he entrusted the important task to White Emperor.

Ah, I came to deal with King Jinwu, why am I so badly injured?
"Brother, I was severely injured by those two demons. I'm afraid..."

The White Emperor smiled bitterly, thought for a moment, and it seemed that this was the only way. If he continued, they would not be able to continue to be brothers. He nodded heavily and said, "Brother, you have treated me well. Today, even if I sacrifice my life, I will stand by you."

While speaking, he didn't even look at Yuan, still regarding him as a burden that was holding him back.

According to the White Emperor's plan, the Bull Demon King and the Mist Dragon King would die together, and the Golden Crow King must have suffered losses in his previous battle with the Peng Demon King, so he would be the biggest winner in this battle.

This is a sure thing! x3
The two demons quickened their pace and soon passed through numerous palaces and arrived at an open square.

The square is open-air and seems to be an altar for worshiping the heavens or some gods. In the middle stands a three-meter-high stone tablet with densely written strange characters on it. It not only records many names, but also a large number of incomprehensible runes.

In front of the stone tablet, there are five smaller pillars, one zhang high, arranged in a semicircle, as if they are guards protecting the stone tablet.

It could also be burning incense in front of a tombstone!
The pillars are carved with many lifelike patterns of the demon clan, each of which is majestic and mysterious, telling the glorious history of the demon clan.

Above the leftmost pillar, there was a hazy white light, as if some treasure was about to appear. The other three pillars were empty, as the treasures had been taken away by the Monkey King who had explored this place.

The five colors of the pillars in the middle are interwoven and reflect each other, forming a gorgeous light band.

King Jinwu and King Wujiao stood below, surrounded by five-colored light. Their figures were hazy, with the shadows of their true demon bodies appearing behind them. Their momentum was rising steadily, and it was obvious that they had benefited from tracing back to their origins.

In an instant, the Bull Demon King gritted his teeth and his eyes turned red with jealousy.

"How dare you, thief!"

The Bull Demon King roared, and the surging demonic energy dissipated, condensing into a ten-foot-tall phantom of his true form. His two horns knocked through the air with a rumbling sound, and he rushed towards the Golden Crow and the Mist Dragon.

Interrupt the casting and do not trace back to the source!
At the same time, the evil spirit of the White Emperor transformed into the shadow of a tiger, and together with the Bull Demon King, he interrupted the spell.

After two explosions, the colorful light bands dissipated, and both King Jinwu and King Wujiao looked gloomy.

It was very uncomfortable to be interrupted halfway through.

"But at this time..."

The Mist Dragon King clenched his fist, sneered at the Bull Demon King and the other three demons, and said confidently: "Well, I will kill you first, and then it won't be too late to trace the source."

Although his spell was interrupted, he did gain some benefits. His strength soared and his self-confidence was overflowing. He felt that he could kill the three troublesome little demons with just a little trick.

The Mist Dragon King knew very well that these were all illusions. If they could trace back to the source once to widen the gap between the seven great sages, the Yaksha King would have long been the number one demon in the demon world.

What's more, his tracing back to the origin was interrupted.

Lay an ambush first to stabilize the situation.

The Mist Dragon King suddenly thought and summoned streams of water vapor and created numerous illusions. He then rushed towards the Bull Demon King... and went further away.

He picked the soft persimmons and left the hard bones to King Jinwu.

Xiang Yuan: “…”

No, where do so many superficial brothers come from?

(End of this chapter)