Life Hunter

The evil energy that forms black clouds in the sky spreads outward based on the magic wall, but it is very powerful. Once the magic wall is dispersed, it can still hold on.

But for some unknown reason, the Feikong Pavilion exuded strange power, as if a giant's foot was stepping on the ice as thin as white paper.

The magic wall and the magic energy collapsed together.

Inside and outside the magic wall, countless people looked up to the sky.

"King Xian... is so fierce!"

Everyone thought that Li Qingxian was just trying to make an impact, express his position, and be a pioneer.

How come it turned out to be a shocking move?

Feikong Pavilion crashed through the magic wall, shook slightly, and stopped suddenly.

The generals were confused.

"Why is the magic fog still blocking us?"

"It should slow us down. If it were a blocker, it wouldn't be so weak."

"Yes, but...something seems wrong..."

Li Qingxian, who had just regained consciousness, and a group of careless generals looked around.

The demonic energy in the sky dissipated and turned into various powers, flying everywhere.

The magic wall collapsed in mid-air, and because it was composed of magic mist, it left no trace.

However, the original blocking power disappeared.

The sky became clear again, and the morning sunlight spread across the ground.

Li Qingxian was confused. Looking at the situation, it was making a big fuss, but why didn't he have any warning signs before? Could it be that some master is plotting against me?

Li Qingxian counted with his fingers and fell into silence.

It turns out that although my Feikong Pavilion is still made of top-grade materials, it has become a strange magic weapon because it has been tempered by the fairy energy of the flat peach seedlings. The white light on the surface has more or less the aura of the upper world.

Although the Mengcheng Demonic Qi is strong, it is not a pure upper-world power after all, and is not worth mentioning in front of the Immortal Qi of the Peach Saplings.

Feikong Pavilion is really just fog in front of it, a thicker fog, nothing more.

How could a dignified second-grade fortune-teller feel alarmed by the thick fog?

What's more, it seemed like there were ten thousand demons to greet him at the beginning.

The demon cultivators in the City of Ten Thousand Demons and the Demon Transformation Mountain looked at this scene and stood blankly for a long time.

No anger, no humiliation, no shame, not even panic, just confusion.

Didn’t it say that the Ten Thousand Demonic Divine Formation was invincible?

How come it collapsed at the first touch.

Doesn’t it mean that the opening ceremony should be perfect?

Why did the magic wall collapse before the banquet started?

Didn't he say that Li Qingxian was coming for peace talks?

Why start the war without saying a word?

Wouldn't it be true that the worst outcome would be a big fight between the two sides after the opening ceremony?

Why is the war about to begin before the ceremony begins?

"A misunderstanding..."

Li Qingxian's voice floated from the sky, as soft as falling snow, covering dozens of miles in radius.

Outside the disappeared magic wall, the human cultivators once again sighed with emotion, especially those literary cultivators who were good at thinking.

"He who lifts his weight with ease is worthy of being the Lord of the River."

"To translate this sentence, I bumped into you. Why, do you dare to fall out?"

"Yes, His Highness King Xian said there was a misunderstanding. It depends on how the demon cultivator responds. Should he fight or regard it as a misunderstanding?"

The major forces were not as fiercely fighting as the casual cultivators. Seeing this scene, they were even more confused than the demonic cultivators.

We had made full preparations before and made various plans for fighting, peace, escaping, and even surrender.

But I really didn’t plan to turn over the table before the table started.

what to do?

The major forces are a little panicked.

Even the elders on the two large airships of Tianshi Sect and Guxuan Mountain behind them felt pain in their temples.

However, many demon cultivators suddenly felt relieved when they heard this.

Everyone said it was a misunderstanding, and that was a misunderstanding.

You see, everyone stopped.

You can't delay the opening ceremony just because of a misunderstanding, right?

You can't just start a war with Wan Xiu just because of a misunderstanding, right?

Starting a fight as soon as they meet is a lunatic, not a demonic cultivator.

More demon cultivators looked at the top of the mountain with gloomy expressions.

The leader of the alliance was angry, and the heavens and stars shook.

Under the magic wall, the demon cultivator remained silent.

In the City of Ten Thousand Demon Gods, the demon cultivators were silent.

On the top of the mountain, as usual, a gentle breeze was blowing.

"What are you still doing? Go up the mountain!"

In front of the old ghost gate, a young literary cultivator screamed, waking everyone up.

"Walk!"

"Walk!"

In the panicked eyes of the demon cultivators, the coalition of hundreds of thousands of monks marched past the old site of the demon wall and advanced forward.

In the torrent of crowds, the demon cultivators guarding the gate of hell remained motionless. Their black-sleeved, gold-patterned Demon Alliance robes fluttered in the wind, reflecting their dull eyes.

"Smashed..."

The same sigh sounded from all over Hua Mo Mountain and Demon City.

Especially the big stewards of various sects.

Some slumped on the ground, waiting to die.

Some were relieved, knowing that something would happen today.

Some of them changed their clothes and took advantage of the chaos to escape without saying a word.

Some stood still for a long time, motionless for a long time.

More managers are thinking, what to do next?

What should we do if there are hundreds of thousands more people coming to eat?

Zhang Qianhang, the chief steward of the Demon Hua Sect and the future chief steward of the Demon Alliance, looked at this scene, stood blankly for a long time, and said slowly: "Did a steward say that His Highness Prince Xian was a little red guy before?"

"That's what happened." The demon cultivator behind him said softly.

"Bury it, the whole family will bury it."

"As ordered." A group of demon cultivators hurriedly walked out.

Zhang Qianhang looked at the Feikong Pavilion high in the sky, gritted his teeth, his lips trembled for a long time, took out the communication talisman, and asked Zhang Wentong.

Zhang Wentong did not reply.

Zhang Qianhang breathed a long sigh of relief.

Since His Highness Prince Xian said it was a misunderstanding, it was a misunderstanding.

King Xian's golden words will not talk nonsense.

Feikong Pavilion hovers quietly in the air.

Crowds of people flocked to the City of Ten Thousand Demons.

At the entrance to the City of Ten Thousand Demons, many middle-grade products were blocked outside.

Only the top grade can enter.

However, once the hundreds of thousands of people who are afraid of chaos in the world arrive, something is wrong.

"Why, do you want His Highness Prince Xian to misunderstand you again?"

"Do you know why His Highness Prince Xian hit the magic wall? It's because you didn't let in!"

"Last time it was the Gate of Hell, why isn't it the Naihe Bridge this time?"

"Hurry up and release the restriction and let us in. Otherwise, if His Highness King Xian hits us again, we will both be destroyed."

At the gate of the City of Ten Thousand Demons, the coalition of monks shouted and shouted, and the demonic cultivators looked confused.

One side really dares to say it, and the other side really dares to believe it.

Slowly, large flying ships or flying magic weapons flew in from a distance and lined up on both sides behind the Flying Sky Pavilion, like two slanted bird wings, arranged in a "human" shape.

At this moment, no matter how glorious the ancient forces are, no matter how dazzling the emerging forces are, no matter whether they are good or evil, they are all ranked behind Feikong Pavilion.

Elders from various factions on various spaceships discussed Li Qingxian's intentions and consequences.

Time passed slowly, and seeing that the auspicious day of the opening ceremony was approaching, Feikong Pavilion still remained motionless.

Suddenly, the restrictions on the City of Ten Thousand Demons were lifted, and the red light in the city dissipated.

The demon cultivators guarding the gate evacuated one after another.

"Ascend the Demonic Mountain!"

"I'm going up to the Demonic Mountain..."

The monks happily rushed into the City of Ten Thousand Demons and towards the gate of Hua Mo Mountain.

On the Feikong Pavilion.

"These demon cultivators must be released at some point."

"We had a misunderstanding last time and it was difficult for us to rush. It ended up being so long and unpleasant."

"You should be able to go now, right?"

Feikong Pavilion moved forward slowly, with an unobstructed path, and flew to the ceremony site at the top of Hua Mo Mountain.

The other airships followed and flew to the top of the mountain one after another.

Arriving at the top of the mountain, everyone fell down one after another.

On Hua Mo Mountain, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the demon cultivators who had been preparing for months felt the urge to cry.