Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Seeing the changes that erupted in Changgui Mountain in front of them, Mo Fan and the demons' expressions changed.

"What a terrifying ghostly energy. It seems that there is something wrong with that Netherworld Formation!"

The old black water demon looked at this scene with a surprised expression.

"Could it be caused by that guy Hei Ming?"

The Ghost Demon King looked puzzled. After all, the token that activated the Netherworld Formation was in Heiming's hand.

"It's not good. That old guy wouldn't do this on purpose and then blame us, right?"

The old Blackwater demon frowned slightly, and then said in a deep voice: "There are many guys approaching us!"

Mo Fan swept his consciousness and found that many big demons were flying towards this direction. Seeing this, he immediately put You Er and two demons into his bag.

Sure enough, not long after, a big demon came to this airspace.

The first ones to arrive were Mo Luo and the three demons Zi Lan and Zhu Hantian.

"Laibao Demon King, what's going on?" Mo Luo frowned slightly and asked Mo Fan.

"I'm not sure, but as you can see from the scene in front of me, I suspect that there is a space related to ghosts in this mountain. Now that space has been broken by these ghosts, which is why the entire Changgui Mountain is filled with ghost energy. !”

Mo Fan shook his head first, and then explained his understanding.

He naturally understood what was underneath, but he did not want to reveal it in detail at this time, otherwise it would be difficult for him to explain.

"It is indeed a ghost cultivator. I just used my spiritual sense to detect that many ghost cultivators are flying towards the outside world with the help of these ghost energies. There are at least hundreds of them!"

Zhu Hantian spoke in a deep voice, then looked at the Zilan Demon Ancestor and asked, "What should we do now?"

Zilan Demon Ancestor and Mo Luo looked at each other, and the latter nodded and said: "There is indeed a space for hiding ghosts in our White Holy Mountain, and that is the Netherworld Formation!"

"Netherworld Formation? Why haven't I heard of it?" Zhu Hantian looked confused.

"It is true that there is this great formation. It was brought by Bai Sheng from the Divine Realm. However, we have never been clear about where it is. Bai Sheng only mentioned it briefly, but we didn't expect it to be in Changgui Mountain. middle!"

Zi Lan sighed, and then his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Ghost cultivators are different from wandering souls. If these ghost cultivators are really allowed to appear, they will probably devour the demon cultivators in my White Holy Mountain!"

"According to this ancestral order, all those who have the power of the Sun will come to Changgui Mountain to kill ghosts and cultivators. There must be no mistake!"

Zi Lan spoke, and with the blessing of demonic power, her voice immediately spread throughout the entire White Holy Mountain.

After saying that, she waved her hand, and immediately there were purple bamboos rising from the ground on Changgui Mountain below. Those purple bamboos were bright and shiny, like whips, and they kept beating towards the ghost pillar. The ghost energy continued to escape from the smoke.

Many ghost cultivators were beaten to pieces as soon as they appeared.

"Woooooooo..."

The endless sounds of ghosts crying and wolf howling came from the Ghost Qi Pillar, and ghost cultivators began to escape from the Ghost Qi Pillar one by one, avoiding the attack of Zizhu, flying in all directions, and pounced on the approaching demon cultivators.

"kill!"

Although all the demon cultivators were shocked when they saw this, they quickly reacted and used various methods to deal with these ghost cultivators.

Although there are many ghost cultivators, with the arrival of more big demons, various magical powers, demon soldiers, and the actions of the two demon ancestors Zi Lan and Zhu Hantian, it is difficult for the ghost cultivators to cause any big disturbance at all. , was quickly cleaned out.

boom!

Suddenly, a terrifying aura filled the air from the ghost aura pillar, causing Mo Fandu's expression to change slightly.

Supernatural power, working for the tiger!

When the magical power was unleashed, the whole world changed color in Mo Fan's eyes, allowing his eyes to penetrate the dark ink-like pillar of ghost energy and see the scene inside.

Surrounded by countless ghost cultivators, a guy whose entire body was almost solidified soared up into the sky. He seemed to have noticed Mo Fan's peek, and the other party couldn't help but look over at him, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

"It's him!"

Mo Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

That ghost cultivator was none other than the Netherworld Ghost Ancestor who refused to become his puppet a few months ago!

Moreover, the opponent's aura at this time was obviously much more powerful than a few months ago, so that Mo Fan felt a strong dangerous aura at a glance.

"You dare to disturb the peace of my White Holy Mountain. No matter who you are, you must stay with me!"

Mo Fan was not the only one who also sensed the existence of the Netherworld Ghost Ancestor. The Zilan Demon Ancestor immediately took action and disappeared in one step. When he reappeared, he had already rushed into the ghost energy pillar and struck down the endless purple bamboo with a palm. The phantom appeared in the ghost energy pillar and suppressed the Netherworld Ghost Ancestor below!

"I now control the entire Netherworld Formation, and my cultivation has long been freed from the shackles of the formation. There is nothing you can do about me!"

The cold voice of the Netherworld Ghost Ancestor sounded, and a huge bone millstone instantly appeared behind him.

The next moment, the millstone rotated slowly, making the space seem to be distorted. The terrifying power turned into black light and swept everything, causing the oppressive purple bamboos to shatter.

boom!

In the end, even the Zilan Demon Ancestor was blasted out of the Ghost Qi Pillar.

After the Netherworld Ghost Ancestor glanced at Mo Fan, he no longer lingered, soared straight into the sky along the ghost energy pillar, and soon disappeared from Mo Fan's sight.

Boom——

The next moment, a huge tiger palm fell from the sky, but it quickly disappeared into the clouds, as if it had never appeared.

"Damn!!"

Angry voices sounded from the clouds, and then a huge tiger palm appeared again, instantly covering the sky-reaching ghost energy pillar, and slapped it down with one palm!

Mo Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he and the surrounding demon cultivators retreated into the distance at the same time, witnessing with his own eyes the endless ghost cultivators in the ghost energy column exploded under the tiger's palm, and finally completely collapsed, and their true souls were scattered!

boom--

As a loud noise was heard, Changgui Mountain was directly razed to the ground, and the entire land was shaken!

In the end, the tiger's palm left a huge deep hole in the ground.

This scene frightened all the demon cultivators, and Mo Luo couldn't help but frown slightly. Zi Lan and Zhu Hantian ducked out at the same time and appeared beside him.

At this moment, the huge tiger palm disappeared, and two figures appeared not far from Mo Fan, it was Hei Ming and Hei Yan!

The moment he saw the black flame appear, Mo Fan used his blue eyes to look at it, and instantly gained insight into it.

Late stage of King Realm!

It’s exactly what Yunrou said!

After understanding Hei Yan's cultivation, Mo Fan stopped paying attention to this guy because he was no longer worthy of his attention, and instead focused his attention on Hei Ming again.

At this time, Hei Ming's face was frighteningly gloomy. He also looked at Mo Fan, and then disappeared in a flash.

"not good!"

Mo Fan was shocked when he saw this, and couldn't help cursing in his heart, "I knew this old man had no moral principles!"

He was about to retreat, but Hei Ming had already appeared in front of him.

"Little guy, how dare you ruin my arrangement!"

Hei Ming snorted coldly and reached out to grab Mo Fan.

At this moment, countless tree roots emerged and turned into a big hand blocking Mo Fan.

Not only that, there were faint ripples emerging from the air, and then a human-shaped water mirror appeared, manifesting the figure of the old Black Mountain demon.

"Your Majesty is the Demon Ancestor, but to attack a Demon King is a bit too domineering!"

"You guys also want to stop me?"

"roll!"

Hei Ming's indifferent voice sounded, and with a casual slap, these two big monsters who could rival the Demon Ancestor were knocked away!

"Ancestor Heiming, please calm down!"

Endless purple bamboo emerged from the void, and Zi Lan and Zhu Hantian also appeared.

"You also want to stop me?"

Hei Ming snorted coldly, then grinned and said: "It's a pity that you can't stop me!"

"The Demon King Laibao is the quasi-holy son of my White Holy Mountain. Now that the election of the holy son is coming soon, please calm down, Hei Ming!"

Mo Luo spoke in a deep voice, and at some point, Hei Yan appeared behind him, causing his body to stiffen slightly and not daring to move at all.

Hei Ming frowned slightly and turned to look at Mo Luo, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Hei Ming, the treasure belongs to me, the Demon King of Fengming Mountain. If you dare to take action, I will slaughter all of your Black Tiger lineage!"

Just when the killing intent between Hei Ming and Mo Luo was intense, Zhan Ao's voice came from afar, making Hei Ming frown even deeper.

Although Zhan Ao had never stepped into the White Holy Mountain, his words made Hei Ming dare not act rashly.

After taking a deep breath, Hei Ming suddenly laughed, and then his voice spread throughout the White Holy Mountain, "The election of the Holy Son is about to begin, and it will be held on the ruins of Changgui Mountain!"

"All candidates must arrive within one stick of incense!"

"This election is bounded by the Tiger Palm pit left by my ancestors. If you withdraw, you will be considered a failure!"

"All monks under two hundred years old can participate. Regardless of the number of people, regardless of life or death, the one who ends up staying in the Tiger Palm Pit will be my Holy Son of the White Holy Mountain. He will enjoy the rights of the Holy Son and have the same status as my ancestor!"