Devour

Chapter 319: Draw the Road

Chapter 319: Draw the Road

The eight things immediately had miraculous reactions.

The bat turned into a red light, like a blood-red rainbow across the sky, rushing towards the blood demon Gao Xu.

The porcupine ran on the ground, raising a foul-smelling gust of wind that swept towards the direction of the demon-refining slag.

The ice knife emitting a biting chill caused snowflakes to flutter wherever it passed, and the cold light rushed towards the Ice Demon Yin Mei like a shuttle.

The old owl spread its wings and fluttered like a ghost, flying towards the Ghost King Xiyi at an astonishing speed.

The chubby baby rolled around happily, almost turning into a huge meat ball, and suddenly crashed into the giant Kua E'yan.

The fire sword flew into the air, wrapped in blazing flames, and shot towards the Red Dragon Wenjin like chasing the stars and the moon.

The crystal little tree flashed with dazzling white light and flew towards the ice beast.

The human-faced snake twisted flexibly and burrowed into the dense grass, quietly swimming towards the Yali like a stream of green air.

The eight lords cooperated seamlessly, opening their mouths to swallow the colorful lights and shadows that were rushing towards them, and their own momentum gradually increased.

Cheng Bai understood: "Those are their holy fetus forms, which are usually nurtured in the Temple of Life. Today, facing a strong enemy, they simply merged into one and reached their peak state, no longer hiding anything."

As the holy fetus merged with the flesh, the lords slowly retreated to Feng Jinglun's side, showing an absolutely strong lineup. Even if the three external forces joined forces, they were still at a disadvantage compared to them.

Mo Gui bowed slightly as a junior, and said, "I, Mo Gui, the junior, greet Senior Feng." His voice was like a loud bell, echoing thousands of miles away. He was very polite but did not show any weakness, showing the demeanor of a master.

Feng Jinglun glanced at him and said casually: "It is not easy for a descendant of the Mo family to be born with an immortal demon body in the late stage of Huiyuan Realm."

Mo Gui bowed and tried to establish a friendly relationship with the Feng family. "My ancestors said that the Mo family and the Feng family have a deep relationship. I hope that you will show mercy to us for the sake of our ancestors."

Feng Jinglun said with disdain, "The origin is not deep? The Undead Clan was originally the descendant of the Ancient Demon Clan. The Mo family's indestructible demon bodies were cursed by the ancient gods and became immortal. After the disappearance of the Five Ancient Emperors, the Feng family became the Demon Clan, and the Mo family successfully eliminated their demon origins under the command of Emperor Haotian. Since then, their identities have been exchanged, how can this king not remember it?"

Mo Gui was secretly shocked when he heard this, but a smile quickly appeared on his face and he said, "Senior, you must be joking with me. My ancestors of the Mo family have made great achievements under the command of successive emperors. They can be said to have made great military achievements. They dare not boast of being a noble family, but they are also respected and virtuous people with lofty ideals."

"It's better not to mention this matter, lest others say that I am jealous of you!"

Feng Jinglun passed it over, snorted coldly, pointed at the statue of the woman behind him, and said slowly: "You come to the temple to worship, you should pay respect to the statue of my sister. She has sacrificed too much for my Feng family. She resolutely gave up the position of a true immortal, devoted herself to the six realms, experienced all kinds of hardships and disasters in the world, and sought to cut off the source of cause and effect, so as to save my unworthy descendants."

Mo Gui bowed three times respectfully to the statue of the woman, and said loudly: "I am Mo Gui, the junior, and I pay my respects to the Night Demon Mistress."

"Acalanatha." The Dharma King Miaoyin chanted the Dharma name without any intention of respect, and his voice was like a lion's roar.

Feng Jinglun glared at Dharma King Miaoyin fiercely and scolded him, "Little bald donkey, you come to the Holy Temple of Life again this time. Are you here for immortality or for the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire?"

Dharma King Miaoyin put his hands together and said, "The Temple of Life is the place where all things are reborn and holds the secret of longevity. That is why all the great cultivators yearn for it and all the people in the world yearn for the holy land. I have come here to pay my respects and chant the holy scriptures."

The way of immortal saints cultivates the holy fetus, which greatly prolongs lifespan, and it is not a problem to live for hundreds of thousands of years. From then on, serious damage to the physical body will hardly affect the root, but if the holy fetus is injured, the lifespan will still be shortened. When the cultivator reaches this level, he will pay attention to various methods of maintaining the holy fetus and achieving longevity.

Feng Jinglun immediately revealed his purpose: "The Temple of Life can nourish the holy fetus, but it is not a true immortality. Thick-faced Thief Baldy should have known this more than 10,000 years ago, and he definitely did not come here for this. Seeing that you are here in the name of pilgrimage and chanting scriptures, and you are working tirelessly to protect the emperor's son, you must be working for the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire."

Miaoyin bowed and said, "This is the general trend. If Master Feng can help the new generation of the Great Emperor ascend the throne, then there is no need to worry about not being able to get rid of the identity of the demon clan and revive the former prestige of the family. Why should we let the Night Demon Mistress wander in the mortal world?"

Feng Jinglun was furious and shouted, "Shut up. How can a self-proclaimed righteous person understand the painstaking efforts of the Feng family?"

Wu Qiubai advised, "Empires change, great times come. The Rakshasa prince is a foreigner, not legitimate, how can he be compared with the legitimate son of the Diyan Dynasty? If His Royal Highness the Night Demon Prince is willing to support my lord, worship the saint and drive away the tigers and wolves, and spring will return to the world. Please think twice!"

Feng Jinglun sneered, "Emperor's son? Haven't I seen enough? The emperor has a thunderous hand, and you are just stepping stones."

Wu Qiubai tried his best to persuade, "Jiuyuan Demon Lord, please give it some thought. Right and wrong, honor and disgrace, becoming a demon or a god is just a matter of thought."

Feng Jinglun ignored him and looked at Cheng Bai and said, "I don't quite understand why you came here. You've gained so many benefits from the Nine-Layered Abyss, isn't that enough?"

Cheng Bai was stunned: "I have been collecting resources and stealing treasures along the way, and he knows everything!" He could only bow and say: "Thank you for your help, senior. I am not here for the throne, I just want to earn enough money to support my family."

Both Yong Yao and Cai Youling's camps burst into laughter, which seemed extremely funny.

Gou Yifan's eyes revealed a flattering look, and he smiled at the side, secretly rejoicing in his heart: "I follow the emperor's son, and I have the support of the two major sects, the World Honored Sect and the Immortal Society. How powerful are they! As the saying goes, it is good to lean on a big tree for shade. If I stay in the Devouring Heaven Sect, won't I be embarrassed?"

Feng Jinglun glanced at Cheng Bai and shook his head, saying, "You all have your own obsessions, and there is no point in talking any more. Now that we have come here, we should follow the rules of the Nine-Layered Abyss."

Cheng Bai said: "May I ask what kind of rules are they?"

Feng Jinglun said solemnly: "It will be a one-on-one showdown. No matter the martial arts, magic, formations, or treasures, all methods will be put to the test! Each of you will send a representative to challenge me. If you defeat me, you can take away an item from the deep abyss as you wish. If you lose, you can leave one item as I ask. Your ability will determine whether you stay or go."

Cheng Bai was slightly stunned and asked quietly: "Is he really willing to give others a chance?"

Zhai Xufei explained in a low voice: "Now that Prince Ye Mo has spoken, everyone has a chance. Back then, the Buddha taught Miao Yuan to fight on behalf of Shi Qi's team, and he died in the Nine-Layer Abyss. At the last level of the Nine-Layer Abyss, you may lose everything, or you may gain your dream."

Bei Tingjun said politely: "If Your Majesty regrets it, it may not be too late to leave the Temple of Life now."

Cheng Bai looked up into the depths of the hall, his eyes falling on the mountain-like statue of the Night Demon Mistress, wondering, "Why did the current generation of the Feng family's Night Demon Mistress join the six reincarnations that the immortal saints have rejected? What does this have to do with Feng Yong?"

Seeing Cheng Bai silent, Zhai Xufei reminded him, "When selecting representatives for a battle, we must choose the strongest player in the team. The prince of the Cai family will definitely send Wen Ji, and Yong Yao's candidate will undoubtedly be Mo Gui."

Bei Tingjun considered and said, "Master Zhai is the most powerful among us. He is slightly stronger. But I have two magic weapons to help me, so I have a slight advantage. Only one of us can go into battle."

Zhai Xufei also assessed the situation and said, "Even if we are unfortunately defeated, the Night Demon Prince may not kill us. He will most likely ask Your Majesty to return the lost treasure, which is much more valuable than any one of us."

As expected, Wen Ji took a few steps forward and said in a loud voice, "Wen Ji represents the Crown Prince camp of the Di Yan Dynasty and has come to ask His Royal Highness Prince Ye Mo for some guidance."

Mo Gui also stepped forward and clasped his fists, saying, "Senior Mo begs you to give me some advice."

Cheng Bai's eyes swung between Zhai Xufei and Bei Tingjun, and hesitantly said, "Master Zhai and Sister Bei have no advantage in fighting, so they can't go."

Bei Tingjun asked curiously, "What is your plan, Your Majesty? Is there a better choice?"

"If I can rely on magic weapons and control immortal tools to be stronger than them, I might as well face them myself." Cheng Bai had made up his mind and walked a few steps slowly, but he said, "I am Baidi of the Swallowing Heaven Sect. I haven't decided on a representative yet. Please allow us to discuss for a while."

Feng Jinglun looked at Cheng Bai and the others for a few times, and determined that their cultivation was obviously the weakest among the three forces. He said indifferently: "Just pretend, and think about it slowly!"

He raised his hand to signal the eight lords to retreat and sweep the formation. He moved as fast as a telescope, crossing the plain for hundreds of miles in one step, standing on the vast wilderness, and waved his hand to everyone, "Who will go on stage first?"