Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#544 - laugh at

Faced with the inherent depravity of the Demon race, an individual's life and death seemed more important than the survival of the clan.

Huo Ming chose not to fight for the clan, but to preserve himself.

He quietly concealed his aura, mingled among the lower-ranked Fire Demons, and killed two Human race mechanical cultivators, taking their clothes in an attempt to deceive his way through.

In the end, he jumped into the moat, drifting with the current, preparing to flee this place of turmoil.

At this moment, the selfishness and cowardice of the Demon race were fully displayed.

They were no longer fighting for a common ideal, but each fighting for their own personal gain. This kind of betrayal and escape was undoubtedly the heaviest blow to the fate of the Fire Demon race.

In the Demon race's altar grounds, the atmosphere was heavy and tense.

Young Clan Leader Leng Zizai, clad in fiery red armor and wielding a giant club burning with flames and black smoke, stood before the altar, his eyes filled with both anger and determination.

The ten Fire Demon race late-stage Nascent Soul grand cultivators and the eleven Human race Nascent Soul stage cultivators who had betrayed their race, all stood ready, guarding this sacred ground.

Although the flames of war had spread here, they remained as steadfast as rocks, knowing that guarding the altar was their primary responsibility, and no mistakes could be tolerated.

However, at this critical juncture, a buzzing sound suddenly rang out, and the entire space seemed to tremble.

Leng Zizai's brow furrowed, and the flames on the giant club in his hand burned even brighter, the black smoke swirling around it, revealing his extreme dissatisfaction and anger at the current situation.

"Leng Jiao'ao, that bastard!" he cursed through gritted teeth, "I said long ago that we shouldn't rely on him too much. He's a confidant of Leng Xiaoyao, that bastard's son, and now he's turned against us, causing the Fire Demon race so much misery!"

Burning with anger, Leng Zizai now had the thought of perishing together.

He looked at the Demon race wizard beside him, his eyes flashing with determination: "Great Wizard, don't be impatient, but the situation is critical now. Even if the Clan Leader has orders, I'm afraid they will be difficult to convey here.

We can't sit still and wait for death, we must destroy the altar immediately, we can't let it fall into the hands of the Human race, especially not into the hands of Li Chengfeng, that grandmaster of formations and restrictions!"

The wizard's expression changed slightly upon hearing this. He knew that Leng Zizai's worries were not unfounded.

They had all heard of Li Chengfeng's methods, and if the altar really fell into his hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But he still tried to remain calm and analyze the pros and cons: "Great Wizard, I understand your concerns, but destroying the altar is a major decision that must be made with utmost care.

Once we act, there will be no turning back, and it may cause even greater chaos."

Leng Zizai's gaze became even more firm: "We can't wait any longer! Our Demon race has never been one to sit still and wait for death.

If we really wait for the Clan Leader's orders to arrive, I'm afraid it will be too late.

Destroying the altar is the only right thing we can do now!"

As he spoke, he suddenly swung the giant club, the flames and black smoke intertwined, as if to devour everything around him.

Just as he was about to destroy the altar, the altar miraculously stirred, and a force of gray mist suddenly erupted, sweeping across the surroundings.

The fiery giant club clashed fiercely with this gray mist power, the force of which directly overturned everyone.

At this moment, a tall figure stood on the altar, his eyes bright, his hands behind his back, his aura majestic, followed by a nimble little fox demon, Yaoqi, its three tails gently swirling, the surrounding spatial power gradually calming down.

Leng Xiaoyao looked at the crowd below, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Heh, want to move this altar? No way!"

With that, he lightly raised the talisman in his hand and threw it out. With a "buzz," the altar was instantly firmly suppressed by the talisman.

This was no ordinary talisman, but a rare self-sealing talisman in the world, specially refined by Grandmaster Li Chengfeng for this altar. The entire altar seemed to be wrapped in a mysterious power, transcending the world.

Seeing this, Leng Zizai was consumed by anger, gritting his teeth, and the fiery giant club pointed directly at Leng Xiaoyao: "You! Traitor of the Fire Demon race, how can you forget your roots and be willing to be Li Chengfeng's pawn?

He's just a Core Formation stage cultivator, while you are a late-stage Nascent Soul expert. How is this any different from being a dog!"

Leng Xiaoyao laughed loudly upon hearing this. His fiery giant club was also extraordinary, originating from the Great Ape King's weapon.

He pointed directly at Leng Zizai and said loudly: "As the saying goes, 'A good bird chooses a tree to perch on.' I am no ordinary thing either, how could I not know your little tricks?

You pretended to make me the Young Clan Leader, but in reality, you were using me as a target to attract enemies. If I were to fall, you would sit firmly in the position of Young Clan Leader.

I am just your shadow. Now, I must finally live out my true self and vindicate myself! Moreover, Li Chengfeng is a benefactor and hope to me. He is the master I have recognized, and you are the enemies blocking my path forward!"

Leng Zizai was so angry that his hair stood on end, and he roared: "Leng Xiaoyao, since you are so shameless and understand our schemes, then don't blame us for being ruthless. Capture him for me!"

Before he could finish speaking, ripples appeared in space again, and three Divine Monks, carrying eighteen Arhats, descended from the sky. Their cultivation was unfathomable, and the powerful lineup of half-step God Transformation and late-stage Nascent Soul instantly shocked the audience.

The Demon race disciples guarding the altar retreated one after another, and even the hundreds of Core Formation Demons showed bitter expressions, after all, these were the elite forces of the Demon race.

The Kongxian Divine Monk of Dizang Temple chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Since you are demons, this poor monk has a responsibility to save you."

Just as the atmosphere was extremely tense, a heart-palpitating demonic might descended, and the Fire Demon Clan Leader, Leng Fengxian, arrived through the air.

Faced with the three Divine Monks of Dizang Temple, he was not only unafraid, but transformed into a terrifying monster with two heads and four arms.

One head was Leng Fengxian himself, and the other was a beautiful woman with empty eyes filled with green poisonous gas, it was Leng Xiaoyao's birth mother, the princess of the Ten Thousand Poisons Clan, who had been refined into a puppet and fused with Leng Fengxian.

"My Primordial Poison Art has finally reached completion, I'll use you old bald donkeys as the first to be sacrificed!" Leng Fengxian gnashed his teeth. Although he was still a half-step Demon Emperor, the terrifying strength that fused the poison art was by no means something ordinary people could resist.

He ordered Leng Zizai and others to guard the altar, while he himself wanted to eliminate the Divine Monks first.

Seeing this scene, Leng Xiaoyao's face was extremely gloomy, tears welled up in his eyes, and he roared angrily: "Bastard, immortal old dog! My mother treated you with deep affection, but you killed her and integrated her into your own body, practicing evil arts. You are worse than pigs and dogs, I will definitely kill you!"

It turned out that the one fused with his birth mother was the eternal pain in his heart.

The former princess of the Ten Thousand Poisons Clan, with peerless elegance, suffered this calamity because of misplaced sincerity, becoming Leng Fengxian's source of power.

This Primordial Poison Art was both Leng Fengxian's conspiracy and his deepest betrayal of Leng Xiaoyao's mother and son. The combination of fire and poison made this hatred deeper and more terrifying.

Leng Fengxian looked at Leng Xiaoyao with a condescending attitude, mocking: "What the Demon race pursues is the peak of strength, the ultimate will of the Ancient Demons.

Without this pursuit, what is the meaning of the Demon race's existence? In the Demon Realm, the law of the jungle is the only rule.

The Fire Demon race is just cannon fodder in this game, insignificant in the eyes of those who truly control the will of the Ancient Demons.

That's why I have to pursue power by any means. Your mother? Heh, she's just a naive fool, her love is the source of my power."

Speaking of this, Leng Fengxian couldn't help but laugh, his laughter filled with contempt for Leng Xiaoyao and a desire for power.