1190 The Legacy of an Immortal Lord, Meeting Golden Immortal Ye Ming Again (3)
The serpent’s sinister nature was evident.
“There is also a Nine Spirit Demon King who can create eight avatars. He is already one of the top figures among the Demon Kings of the Bitter Immortal Realm. I wonder why such powerful beings would submit to Heaven Immortal Xiang Tian.”
Nalan Xun murmured, shaking his head lightly.
Although the Demon Clan was versatile and could take on various forms, they still couldn’t get close to the true powerhouses and uncover the secrets of the Demon Kings.
Eight clones?
Could it possibly be nine clones?
Han Muye squinted his eyes.
Ancient Spirit Foxes could also have nine tails and nine lives, but they couldn’t be considered powerhouses among divine beasts.
To become a strong Demon King in the Bitter Immortal Realm, it would require the bloodline of the Nine Infants.
Ancient ferocious beasts, nine heads and nine bodies.
The key was that both the Nine Infants and the serpent were the suppressed spirits of the powerful beings from the Divine Realm who had chased Immortal Lord Cang Yun.
Behind Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian was a powerful Immortal Lord?
If it was truly a mighty Immortal Lord, it was beyond his current capabilities to intervene.
Did Zhou Sheng and the others of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect know about this?
But that’s not all. According to Nalan Xun’s information, the Heaven Immortal Demon King’s army had already arrived millions of miles away.
Even if the army didn’t advance swiftly, if the powerhouses were to sweep through, they could reach the outskirts of Wanchong City in an instant.
After all the reports were given, Han Muye waved his hand.
“Your Excellency, I’ll arrange for two quick-witted clansmen to follow you. If you need any information, I’ll let them pass it on.” Nalan Xun bowed and said.
Then he turned and left, and by the time he walked out of the courtyard, he had once again transformed into his original human appearance.
The illusionary methods of the fiend and demon races were indeed difficult to distinguish.
After Nalan Xun left, Han Muye stood up and walked out of the small courtyard.
He wanted to find Zhou Sheng and ask him about the experts behind Heaven Immortal Soaring and see if the information about the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect could be more detailed.
As one of the major sects in the Overwhelming Rain Immortal World, it was impossible for the Profound Spirit Sword Sect to not know anything.
Just as he walked out of the small courtyard, Han Muye frowned.
In the distant sky, countless demonic qi surged!
The experts under Heaven Immortal Soaring had arrived!
“Clang—”
The sound of the golden bell resounded, and countless figures soared into the sky.
Han Muye saw a sword light flash among the figures.
Zhou Sheng also followed.
“City Lord.” Qin Zhaoyuan, who had stepped out of the courtyard beside him, quickly walked over and bowed to Han Muye.
Du Qiang and the others also gathered around with solemn expressions.
“How’s the sale of the caravan’s supplies?” Han Muye looked at Du Qiang.
Hundreds of thousands of armors and weapons were not a small number.
“Most of them have already been reserved, but…” Du Qiang’s face revealed a hint of gloom as he shook his head and said, “I’m afraid we won’t be able to collect them in time.”
Heaven Immortal Xiang Tian attacked directly. It would be fine if he could withstand it, but if he could not, there was no need to sell the armor and weapons.
“Lord Swordsman, material matters are minor. They won’t delay your important matters,” Du Qiang clasped his fist and said in a low voice, “Does the lord have any orders?”
The head of the trade caravan had already instructed them that they should follow the orders of Yunlan Sword Immortal.
In the current situation, the caravan naturally had to follow their lead.
Even if they didn’t conduct this business, and even if they suffered losses, it wouldn’t affect Han Muye’s affairs.
To the trading companies, losses were considered investments.
Even if they didn’t conduct this business, and even if they suffered losses, it wouldn’t affect Han Muye’s affairs.
Han Muye turned his head to look at the demonic light in the sky and pondered for a moment before saying, “We were originally planning to use your caravan to cover our journey to the territory of Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian. But now, it seems that it won’t work.”
“You should deliver your goods first, then leave the city and meet up with us.” Han Muye looked at the chaotic scene below the city walls and shook his head.
Many demons had already fled from Wanchong City.
No matter the city’s strength, it was difficult to remain intact when confronted with the clash of Golden Immortal powerhouses.
Not everyone had the intention to coexist with the city.
The city’s inhabitants obviously knew this as well, as they watched the city gates begin to close.
Du Qiang quickly bowed and waved his hand, sending out several golden symbols.
The guards of the caravan began to act, carrying the large crates and moving them out.
Groups of military officers and a few extraordinary high-ranking demon clan experts came running, ready to collect the armors and weapons.
“The Great City Protection Formation is about to be activated,” Qin Zhaoyuan turned to look at the green leaves around him and whispered.
The entire Wanchong City was in motion, covered by countless green leaves.
Streaks of green demonic light flashed, about to condense into a green light screen.
As long as the light screen was sealed, there would be no more passageways in the void.
“Let’s go.” Han Muye nodded and moved, turning into a green bolt of lightning.
He activated the power of the Kui and combined it with the power of the demon bloodline to leave before the Great City Protection Formation sealed the city.
Qin Zhaoyuan also flew away.
They hadn’t come to the Bitter Immortal Realm to fight with the Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian here. There was no need to be trapped in the city.
After flying a hundred miles out of the city, they could already hear the rumbling.
Turning back to look, the entire Wanchong City was covered by the green light curtain, flashing with infinite lights. Illusory branches and leaves swayed, as if trying to break through the sky.
This light screen was formed by the city’s protective formation, drawing upon the power of all living beings in the city.
If Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan hadn’t left, they would have also been drained of their power at this moment, becoming a part of the foundation of this large formation.
“This is the Bitter Immortal Realm.” Qin Zhaoyuan’s expression was complicated as he looked at the city of Wanchong, which was now sealed off and inaccessible. He spoke softly, “Endless chaos, low-level beings are forced to be embroiled in it, without any choice.”
The suffering of the Bitter Immortal Realm lay in the fact that low-level beings had no say in the matter.
In the Fuyu Immortal World, only the Bitter Immortal Realm was in perpetual chaos and couldn’t find a moment of peace.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and nodded gently.
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