Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Chapter 89 The true image of the Brahma Saint is in hand, and the wind (hope) rises in the south.

Linghu Qing stood still, quietly observing the battle.

His expression was calm.

At the same time, he raised his hand and took out all the spoils from this chase.

They checked and examined each item one by one.

Previously, the poisonous dragon and the turtle demon had been killed.

He extracted and preserved all the essence and spirit, and collected the physical body intact.

They are all top-tier prodigies.

Open your palm.

Three storage bags float in the air.

Poisonous dragon, turtle demon, and a stranger who accidentally crashed into and died on the way.

He opened the storage bags of both the venomous dragon and the turtle demon.

Everything in sight was empty and desolate.

There were only some common spiritual fruits, ores, some spirit stones, and some ordinary monster materials.

Linghu Qing couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

Both are Nascent Soul stage.

As expected, most of the monsters' storage bags were quite empty.

The vast majority of demonic beasts devote themselves to cultivating their physical bodies.

Only the wind is silent.

Only demons who learn from human cultivators would hoard large quantities of rare materials, spirit wines, and secret treasures.

Looking at the demon race.

Feng hope, such an anomaly, is ultimately a minority.

He casually put away the two meager storage bags.

The third one.

Just opened it.

A flicker of surprise flashed across Linghu Qing's eyes.

There's quite a lot of stuff in here.

This person's combat strength isn't top-tier, but he's surprisingly wealthy.

High-level elixirs.

Rare talismans.

Various miscellaneous treasures and cultivation resources are abundant and plentiful.

The contents of this storage bag.

It was remarkably similar to the storage bags of human cultivators.

This demon... it must be some kind of second-generation demon!

Linghu Qing couldn't help but think this way.

He flipped his fingers.

An antique bronze plate suddenly came into view.

The copper sheet is mottled and heavy, its surface engraved with obscure and difficult-to-understand demonic script, exuding an ancient and profound aura.

Copper sheet?

Demonic writing?

Linghu Qing's heart tightened slightly.

Could this be the purpose of his trip?

He stared intently, deciphering the demonic script word by word. In an instant, the surprise in his eyes turned into certainty.

These mottled copper pieces are the legendary sacred objects of the demon race.

Real photos of the Holy Spirit!

The text written in demon script is an ancient demon clan record of cultivation techniques from the upper realm.

The second part of the Brahma Saint True Demon Art.

He traveled thousands of miles to the Chaotic Star Sea, the territory of the demon race.

That's all for this copper sheet.

Unexpected.

We haven't reached the Suanni tribe yet.

I found it in the storage bag I grabbed at random!

What's this called?

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

The owner of this storage bag should be the eighth-level Suanmao who always carried the true image of the Brahma Saint.

What a kind person.

Knowing he was coming, they made a special trip from their clan.

Delivering treasures from afar.

Linghu Qing happily acquired the genuine Fan Sheng film, feeling quite pleased with himself.

I silently gave the other person a "friend zone" card in my mind.

the other side.

The naval battle has reached a fever pitch.

That eighth-tier demonic beast originally thought its cultivation was profound.

He looked down on Nangong Wan, who had just become a Nascent Soul cultivator, and was determined to crush her.

But after actually engaging in combat, they suddenly realized how dangerous the situation was.

Although Nangong Wan had just broken through.

However, the technique is extraordinary.

It can gain an advantage over its peers.

Its spiritual power actually surpassed that of this veteran eighth-tier demon beast.

Plus.

The Vermilion Bird Ring is incredibly powerful.

Suppressed layer by layer.

This put him in grave danger, leaving him constantly at a disadvantage.

The monster was both shocked and furious, and completely panicked.

It cannot be broken through from the front.

He immediately looked away.

They locked their gaze on Linghu Qing, who stood quietly to the side, seemingly unguarded.

Once this person is captured, we can escape the trap!

You can only glance up for a moment.

His gaze suddenly fixed on the copper piece that Linghu Qing had just put away in his palm.

The monster's mind went blank for a moment, and its spiritual energy suddenly became stagnant.

Real photos of the Holy Spirit!

Isn't this the sacred artifact of the demon race passed down through generations of the Suanmao royal family?

Even though he wasn't a member of the Suanmao clan, he still recognized the creature.

Although this item has no practical value, it is a sacred object passed down through generations of all demon races.

It is a spiritual totem in the hearts of demons and beasts.

It is of great significance.

Extremely important.

Why did it fall into the hands of a human cultivator?

Overwhelmed by confusion and horror, he completely lost his focus and forgot even the fight unfolding before him.

Upon seeing this, a sharp glint flashed in Nangong Wan's eyes.

Having followed Linghu Qing for a long time, she had already developed a capable and swift fighting mentality.

An opponent's moment of distraction and opening is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"town!"

With a soft shout, Nangong Wan's fingertips moved in a series of magical hand gestures.

The Vermilion Bird Ring's crimson flames surged.

In an instant, it transformed into a cage of blazing flames, trapping the eighth-tier demon beast within.

The golden ring is tough and can block air.

Block off all escape routes.

Nangong Wan remained unmoved and directly activated her magic weapon to drag the other party in front of Linghu Qing.

"What should we do?"

"Kill him, there's no need to keep him. You want to raise him?"

"I don't want to."

"Then kill him."

Linghu Qing's eyes were indifferent, without the slightest ripple.

The monster was suddenly awakened, its soul trembling with fear. It lost all its arrogance and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life! This junior knows his mistake!"

Their cries for mercy were utterly humble.

A flash of sword light.

The monster fell.

The essence is extracted.

The scene fell silent.

Demons, show no mercy.

The human realm is not the spirit realm.

Humanity is weak and needs to form an alliance with the demon race to maintain balance.

A sea of ​​chaotic stars.

The demon race and the human race have always been at odds, so keeping them around would be of no benefit.

"I'm gone."

Linghu Qing spoke softly.

He embraced Nangong Wan again, and with a flash, he disappeared into the air.

It disappeared into the vast open sea.

Within the ghostly mist.

It was dark and boundless, deathly silent.

Feng Xi fell to the ground in a disheveled state, covered in dust and with her hair in disarray.

He struggled to his feet, supporting himself on the ground.

Everything was shrouded in a gray haze, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night or to determine one's location.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

He clenched his fists tightly and pounded the ground, his eyes filled with resentment and rage.

As the leader of the Feather Clan, when did he ever flee in such a sorry state, barely clinging to life?

"What utterly bad luck!"

"How could a human cultivator I just happened to meet be a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"Why!"

If it wasn't the other party.

He was not forced into a desperate situation to risk venturing into the treacherous Ghost Mist.

The spiritual energy within his body disappeared.

Looking around at the deathly still, gray fog, Feng hope felt a sudden, intense unease rising in his heart.

Ghostly mist.

It is a being feared by both humans and transvestites.

Even for a ninth-level demon cultivator like him.

Step inside.

I also felt a sense of panic.

They feared they would be trapped here forever, with no hope of ever getting out.

Fear and stress.

It's clung tightly to my heart.

Feng hope could only suppress her panic, choose a direction, and grit her teeth to move forward.

Fortunately.

He learned from other people that it was possible to leave from the top of Storm Peak.

Storm Mountain.

mountain top.

Day after day, year after year.

Two whole years have passed in the blink of an eye.

at last.

The ghostly mist reappeared, and an exit slowly appeared.

Feng hope leaped out, completely escaping the ghostly mist.

"Hahaha."

"I, Feng hope, am back!"

The moment it saw the light of day again.

Even if their clothes are tattered, their bodies are covered in dirt, and they look like vagrants.

Feng hope couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh heartily.

He made it out alive!

He survived the desperate situation, escaped the pursuit, and saved his life!

Two years of frustration.

All of it turned into tears of excitement.

This lousy place.

There's no meat!

I don't know which idiot killed all the Yin Beasts.

He had only been inside for half a month when, without noticing, he devoured the last Yin Beast in the entire Yin Netherworld.

As a result, he could only eat rice afterwards.

Rice.

Is this something a demon would eat?

Pooh!

Feng hope pulled a fish out of the sea and put it directly into his mouth to chew.

Fresh blood filled his mouth.

He took out the spirit stone.

It shattered with a crack, and spiritual energy was inhaled into the nasal cavity.

My mood was instantly satisfied.

"tasty!"

"This is what demons eat."

I don't know how long we flew.

Feng hope looked up and gazed into the distance.

My gaze pierced through the layers of ocean waves.

A giant island stretching to the horizon, quietly nestled between the sea and the sky.

It is larger than any island in the Chaotic Star Sea.

What a huge island!

We've finally found land.

Feng hope suppressed the overwhelming joy in his heart.

Although he is a marine creature.

It's fine to stay in the sea all the time.

However, the land is often the place where cultivation civilizations are concentrated.

Simultaneously.

He needs to understand where he really is.

Conceal your aura and hide your form.

They quietly infiltrated the island.

Hidden in the shadows.

Feng hope found a Core Formation cultivator and quietly began to search his soul.

In the blink of an eye.

A deluge of information flooded my mind.

It shocked him deeply.

How is that possible?

This place is not the Chaotic Star Sea, but another cultivation world!

South!

This is a truly vast continent!

"The mainland! I've actually arrived on the real mainland!"

Feng hope was overjoyed.

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