At the foot of the mountain, many innate experts who were about to kill the Violet Light Dragon heard that roar and their faces changed slightly.

  "There's another fierce monster!" The old monk with long eyebrows growled.

  Many innate strongmen were on high alert, and for them, a purple light dragon was not a big threat.

  Suddenly——

  A massive black-purple shadow suddenly burst out of the huge cave in the cracked mountain wall.

  "Over there!"

  All the congenital strongmen looked towards the cave entrance, but that huge illusion had already disappeared.

  "Ah!"

  A strong wind suddenly arose!

  At the same time, a vast and hazy cyan halo appeared above the Silver Python Army soldiers and many congenital strongmen. This caused Gu Yong, Chang Mei Old Monk, Ying Haojiang, Wang Kehou and many other congenital strongmen to look up at the sky. Under the torches of the Silver Python Army soldiers, everyone could barely see clearly.

  Those are clouds!

  Just a hundred feet above the crowd, a cloud cluster gathered in mid-air, covering the sky. The cloud cluster had a faint cyan glow. In the midst of this cloud cluster, one could vaguely see a massive, winding body, with its dark purple scales clearly visible, slowly moving.

  "This is——"

  Everyone held their breath.

  Suddenly, a huge dragon head pierced through the clouds, gazing downwards.

  That long, two-forked dragon-horned dragon skull, crystal white dragon whiskers hanging down, those large golden pupils gazing downwards at a vast group of tiny humans.

  "What kind of monster is this?"

  "Void Realm-level demonic beast!" Yin Haojiang's face changed greatly, "This is a big mistake, behind this purple light dragon, there is another Void Realm-level dragon!"

  "What bad luck! We're doomed." Many of the congenitally strong individuals turned pale, and no one in the scene dared to move rashly. The first person to make a move would likely be attacked by the monster. Virtual realm monsters are just too terrifying... Among all monsters, those from the virtual realm are the most fearsome... And among humans, the strongest are those who have transcended the virtual realm and reached the realm of the ultimate strong.

  The demonic beasts comparable to the Void Realm can also communicate with heaven and earth, utilizing the power of heaven and earth.

  However, being able to fly in the air represents a high level of communication and enlightenment with heaven and earth. Ordinary Void Realm experts cannot achieve flight by relying on the power of heaven and earth.

  "Ahhh-ooo~~"

  The giant dragon looked at the injured purple light dragon, and the purple light dragon also raised its head to look at the huge dragon in the sky, lowing softly. At the same time, "Whoosh!" A cloud floated down, wrapping around the severely injured purple light dragon below, sending it to the mountain wall cave.

  The purple light dragon roared and then slipped into the pond water.

  "It's it! The demon beast 'Zi Xuan'! During the Yu Huang's water control, the demon beast 'Zi Xuan' that stirred up the wind and waves!" Yin Haojiang suddenly exclaimed.

  The old monk's face changed, and he looked carefully: "It's different from the records in the book. The dragon scales have changed color. In the past, they were purple. Now they've turned blackish-purple... And also, its body has grown much larger. However, this Zi Xuan Yao Shou (Purple Swallowing Beast) has existed since tribal times and is still alive now?"

  In books, it is generally referred to as the tribal era before Yu Huang unified China.

  "It's been so many years, of course it would have changed." Yin Haojiang's face turned pale. "It's over, this old thing is still alive, monsters can live longer than humans after all. Now, who can control it? Hopefully the old man will take care of himself and not bother us."

  Illusory Realm-level demonic beasts, all eight major sects would collect information about these creatures.

  However, from ancient times to the present, there are only about twenty recorded cases of demon beasts reaching the Virtual Realm level. Most of them were thousands of years ago. Turtles and dragon-like creatures may have longer lifespans. Other demon beasts may live a bit longer than humans, but not as exaggeratedly long-lived as turtles and dragon-like creatures.

  Most of the legendary creatures in history should have died of old age.

  Living in a virtual realm, these rare and elusive creatures are hidden from view, communicating with the heavens and diligently cultivating their skills.

  "Ahhh-ooo~~"

  The giant python 'Zi Wei' which has existed since tribal times, is now opening its huge mouth.

  "Run for your life!" A shrill cry immediately rang out.

  "Run!" Gu Yong also roared.

  "Everyone quickly escape." All the Silver Viper soldiers also desperately fled in disarray.

  Always worried and fearful, pinning their hopes on the existence of this virtual realm, those innate strongmen who didn't want to take action were now like ants in a hot pot, desperately fleeing in all directions. They didn't swarm together in one direction because they knew that if they escaped to one place, they would definitely be killed by the demon 'Zi Shu' in an instant.

  "Hoo-hoo~~~"

  A purple cold wind spewed out of the mouth of the dragon 'Purple Qi', dispersing downwards like a hurricane.

  The humans who were originally fleeing, as soon as they were affected by this purple cold wind, instantly froze stiff one by one, and then turned to ash, without even leaving any residue.

  "Master of the island!"

  A shrill cry rang out.

  Gu Yong, who was fleeing in mid-air, glanced back at his junior brother, General Lan, who had been completely encased in ice. Then, a cracking sound echoed through the air as he too disintegrated into flying ash. "Escape! Escape!!" Gu Yong's mind couldn't think of anything else, desperately fleeing with all his might to reach the ultimate speed limit.

  Similarly frozen into flying ash half of the double-headed mountain, suddenly, a golden turtle crawled out from the stone cave.

  "Roar~~" The golden dragon turtle raised its head and let out a roar.

  The giant head of Jiaolong 'Zi Wei' turned around, with golden pupils staring at the old dragon turtle.

  "Roar, roar, ROAR!!" The golden dragon turtle let out a few more loud cries.

  The Jiaolong 'Ziwei' finally closed his mouth, first looking around and then roaring at the golden dragon turtle before flying over. Next, the golden dragon turtle and Jiaolong 'Ziwei' went in one after another through the mountain stone cave entrance and disappeared from view.

  "The purple dragon has left!"

  One by one, the congenitally powerful ones stopped and looked around.

  "Master Uncle! Where are you?"

  "Big Brother!"

  One after another, the shouts echoed, and the scattered congenital strongmen were searching for their companions one by one. In the face of the nightmare-like everything just now, they could only choose to escape.

  ……

  Late at night.

  Two hours have passed since that disaster. Yes, 'disaster', whether for those innate strongmen or the Silver Python Army of Qinghu Island. The demon beast 'Zi Xuan' which existed in the tribal era and had once fought a great war with Yu Huang, made these strongmen completely collapse with just one breath.

  "Master, we twelve Arhats have come, but only five are left. My third junior brother and Master Shu are dead. When we escaped earlier, one of the two tripods we brought was also frozen into dust. Only this one tripod is left." A bald-headed monk in a purple robe had a sorrowful expression on his face.

  The old monk with long eyebrows looked at the other four monks around him.

  Who would have thought that this time in Yu Huang's treasure trove there was no loss, but in front of the demon beast 'Zi Huan' so much was lost.

  "This is inevitable. The other major sects have also suffered heavy losses. The two Ding of the Ying family are now only one intact Ding left. The divine mountain was frozen and destroyed, leaving only one Ding. The long eyebrow old monk looked at the distant ancient Yun, "This time, the worst is still this ancient Yun. Let's go, we leave this Da Yan Mountain."

  Five monks left Mani Temple.

  Other sects have already left, and after the Mo Ni Temple and the Yin family's people and horses leave, only the Qing Hu Island people and horses are left around.

  "Island Master!" A Silver Python Army commander ran over, seeing Gu Yong sitting on the grass with a gloomy face, and this commander also felt apprehensive.

  "How much loss?" Gu Yong coldly asked.

  "My Silver Dragon Army has lost over 11,000 soldiers, not a single body remains." The commander of the Silver Dragon Army said, "Half of this Double-Headed Mountain has been reduced to ashes. Within three miles of the mountain foot, there is not a single plant or living organism left, all have perished! Anyone who did not escape from this area is dead. Within three miles, the ground surface has sunk by as much as ten zhang."

  If it is daytime, it can be seen with the naked eye.

  It was a massive deep pit nearly three miles in circumference.

  "Step down." Gu Yong said in a low voice.

  "Yes, Island Master." The commander quickly retreated.

  Gu Yong looked at Zhao Dan Chen beside him: "This time, we lost more than 11,000 Silver Dragon Army soldiers! The dispatched law enforcement elder, plus the Iron Elder who died in Yanjiang City, a total of fourteen! Now, only you and I are left!" When escaping, the other three elders didn't escape at all.

  "My right arm is broken, and I've suffered a great loss of strength." Zhao Dan's face looked unpleasant.

  The entire Qinghu Island has how many innate experts? More than half are dead!

  "Mount Qingcheng!"

  "Gū Yōng gritted his teeth and said, 'I'm sure he knows that there are two water dragons in this deep pool. Otherwise, why would he jump into this one instead of another? His methods are ruthless, ruthless! I, Gū Yōng, swear to kill him... I, Gū Yōng, will not be a human being if I don't!!!"

  Zhao Dan's heart was also burning with anger.

  Qinghu Island's thousand-year foundation has been halved in an instant. The number of innate experts killed is staggering, with over 10,000 Silver Python Army soldiers dead. A loss unprecedented in history.

  "When I return to Qinghu Island, I will definitely offer a reward for his death throughout the nine provinces!" Gu Yong's eyes were bloodshot with rage. "I want him to sleep uneasily at night, fear being poisoned by others when eating, and live in terror every day until he is killed! I want him to have no place to stand in the entire nine provinces!"

  A reward is offered throughout the land for the death of Tun Qing Shan!

  This kills, regardless of means, and all sorts of sinister ways of killing people on the nine continents are endless.

  ……

  The next morning.

  The Black Armor Army is advancing inside Da Yan Mountain, rushing towards the outside of Da Shan. Yan Mo Tian and Zhuge Yuan Hong are walking shoulder to shoulder.

  Yan Motian exclaimed, "Last night, the Qinghu Island Silver Python Army suffered heavy casualties, with countless deaths and injuries. Scouts reported that there was a place where an area of about three miles in radius was completely flattened. Not even a single blade of grass or tree remained! The entire ground sank by as much as ten zhang!"

  "I was in the camp when I heard a burst of mournful cries from that direction." Zhuge Yuanhong gazed into the distance, "I wonder if Qing Shan is still doing well."

  "A method that can make nothing grow within a three-mile radius, I couldn't have thought of it. Who could do such a thing?" Yan Mo Tian exclaimed in a low voice, "It's definitely a big deal, and maybe Qing Shan is really still alive."

  "Ancestor, ancestor."

  A figure quickly came over.

  "Qīng Hǔ?" Zhūgě Yuánhóng asked, "What brings you here?" He was quite familiar with Teng Qinghu due to his connection with Teng Qingshan.

  "Your Excellency, I have something important to report." Tian Qinghu said in a low voice.

  "Oh?" Zhuge Yuanhong was somewhat surprised.

  "Qing Shan told me before he left... that a treasure is hidden in a place. Let me tell the sect master." Teng Qinghu said in a low voice, Zhuge Yuanhong's eyes lit up as soon as he heard it, and he quickly realized what this treasure might be, his face involuntarily revealing a hint of wild joy.

  "Junior brother, Da Jun you go first, I have something to attend to, I'll be right over." Zhuge Yuanhong immediately gave a loud order, and the commander of 'Pang Shan' immediately obeyed.

  "Green tiger leads the way, Old Yan, let's go."

  Zhuge Yuanhong and Yan Changlao followed Qinghu to the place where the rock wine jar was buried on Tengqingshan.

  "The crooked neck tree." Qinghu found that crooked neck tree in an instant.

  "Three feet north, two zhang underground!" Qing Hu immediately determined the location, "Master, treasure, it's right here, two zhang underground."

  Zhuge Yuanhong immediately drew out the Qingfeng sword on his back, first shaking off the withered fallen leaves, and then the Qingfeng sword's Xiantian Zhenyuan surged, throwing out all the sand. Zhuge Yuanhong had extremely precise control over the Xiantian Zhenyuan, and when he saw the rock wine jar for an instant, he stopped.

  "This is..."

  Zhuge Yuanhong's innate true yuan caused the rocky wine jar to fly out and land in Zhuge Yuanhong's hand.

  Very coarse stone wine jars, obviously handmade, without any refinement. And similarly very coarse wooden stoppers.

  "Bang!" The large wooden plug was pulled out.

  Zhuge Yuanhong took a closer look, his face couldn't help but turn bright red, and he immediately stretched out his hand to gently touch it, sniffed the tip of his nose, and even licked it once, feeling the effect. Then he showed an ecstatic expression.

  "It is the spirit of Beihai, it is indeed the spirit of Beihai." Zhuge Yuanhong was extremely excited.

  "Is the treasure left by Qing Shan really the Spirit of North Sea?" Yan Mo Tian also couldn't believe it, "The two tripods that Qing Shan brought so many innate masters to find are..."

  "It's fake, of course it's fake." Qing Hu also said beside him.

  Zhuge Yuanhong held the rocky wine jug, taking three deep breaths in a row to calm his excited mood: "With so many North Sea spirits... I can select and cultivate many excellent disciples for my Return to the Origin Sect. Just like the Yu Huang Gate cultivates its disciples. At that time... my Return to the Origin Sect will become much stronger than it is now. Surpassing Qing Hu Island is within sight, surpassing Qing Hu Island is within sight!!!"

  "Green Mountain!"

  Zhuge Yuanhong looked up at the sky, "This great kindness to Guiyuan Sect, Guiyuan Sect will not forget..." At this moment, Zhuge Yuanhong, Yan Motian and Qinghu were all a little worried in their hearts...

  Qing Shan, are you still alive?

  ……

  More than 600 miles outside of Da Yan Mountain, on an official road.

  Astride an old yellow-maned horse, a young man with a headscarf was swaying along the official road. Beside him, there was also a merchant caravan.

  "Qin Wei, old brother, you're really in tune with me. Let's go to the front tavern and have a good drink."

  "That's natural, I still need Old Zhang to take care of me on this road." The young man with a headscarf spoke in the accent of Northern Yan.

  The young man with a headscarf turned back to look at the rear, silently saying in his heart: "Jiangning Prefecture, return to Yuanzong... goodbye. Master, my clansmen are all entrusted to you, Father, Mother... forgive me for being unfilial and unable to take care of them by your side..."

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