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第一千四百四十八章 亭楼遇古魔

Secondly, Fairy Ruyan had also mentioned that the path to the teleportation point was fraught with obstacles. Even if Lin Xuan and Moonling worked together, they wouldn't have much confidence in their success. However, with his sister's words added, they decided to proceed.

Therefore, whether for practical reasons or personal safety, they must meet Fairy Ruyan at the summit. But Penglai Mountain was vast. Where exactly would she be?

Lin Xuan scanned the map and then fixed his gaze on the peak.

There was a marker there as well, indicating another treasure.

However, this marker was vastly different from others. On the peak, an architectural drawing had been sketched out.

Though only a few strokes, it stood out prominently.

This wasn't just one special point; its name was also clearly marked: Heavenly Immortal Pavilion!

"What is the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion?" Lin Xuan raised his head, but his expression turned gloomy as he flickered uncertainly. After a moment, a determined look flashed in his eyes.

"We'll go to the peak."

"Peak? Master means the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion?"

Moonling withdrew her divine sense from the jade cylinder: "Isn't that too dangerous? Other people entering the Netherworld Gate wouldn't climb the peak even without the map..."

Lin Xuan sighed. The level of difference between them couldn't be easily made up for by numbers.

However, Fairy Ruyan's expression remained icy as she flicked her hand. A green shadow shot out and chopped several creatures into pieces with a sound like splitting wood. At the same time, she opened her mouth to emit pale blue infant fire, reducing another creature to ashes. But in an instant, green light flashed, and the three killed creatures revived.

Seeing this scene, Fairy Ruyan's expression turned extremely cold. This resurrection trick had appeared several times before. The only possibility was that these creatures were merely the same monster's clones. If they couldn't be eliminated, there would be no way out of here.

Damn it!

Fairy Ruyan wasn't afraid. Even if she couldn't find the monster's original form, this kind of battle would just drain their magical power. She was a Separation Realm cultivator and could mobilize primordial energy from heaven and earth, so such a drain wouldn't affect her.

But she didn't have time to waste. She had no idea where Lin Xuan was. This is all your doing...

A look of rage flashed across Fairy Ruyan's beautiful face as she raised her hand, causing the surrounding primordial energy to become chaotic.

The wind rose.

Moonling's Snowy Cloud Sword also split into streaks of green sword energy.

On another side,

Rumbling sounds echoed through the area. Ashes flew around, and countless flames fell from the sky. Other wind blades and giant trees were abundant as well. Such an attack could easily kill a late-stage Separation Realm cultivator.

However, not just one unlucky soul was caught in this trap.

"Hmph..."

Even facing all these attacks, King of Iron's expression remained extremely stern. He waved his left hand, emitting a golden beam that exploded with the approaching lightning fire.

Behind him, there were dozens of ghostly entities, mostly at the Separation Realm stage. They each controlled their treasures to resist the barriers in front of them.

"Brother Wu, this path is so difficult. In just one hour, we've encountered three formidable barriers," King of Iron frowned and spoke to the green-robed elder behind him.

"What's surprising about that? If these treasures were easy to obtain, they would have been taken by others long ago. Why should it be our turn... Isn't this the Netherworld Gate's reputation?"

"But when will we reach the peak?" King of Iron sighed. He knew his companion was right but still felt extremely frustrated.

"Patience is a virtue. Our path may be difficult, but others won't have an easy time either. Besides, with so many of us, losing one or two subordinates isn't much. Whether everyone can reach the peak safely remains to be seen," the green-robed elder said confidently.

At this point, King of Iron didn't have much more to say.

But his nature was extremely cruel and impatient. He roared and emitted a putrid aura as several strange beasts materialized and fiercely attacked the light barrier in front of him.

This was a late-stage Corpse Demon, so its attack was formidable. After just a moment, a loud rumbling sound echoed, and the light barrier indeed shattered.

The evil spirits on the ground all showed signs of joy before continuing their climb up the mountain path.

In less than half an hour, they vanished without a trace.

Suddenly, black light flashed in an originally empty place, revealing a towering figure over seven feet tall.

Its green face and sharp teeth were covered with thick scales.

Ancient Demon!

Indeed, as a clone of the Upper Realm's Demon Ancestor, even though he was only at the early Separation Realm stage, his abilities were extremely mysterious. Two late-stage demon ghosts failed to detect his presence.

However, Northern Void True Monarch did not follow him. For an Ancient Demon, there was no concept of credit or righteousness. After entering the Netherworld Gate, he treated that guy as cannon fodder. When danger arose, not only would he not save him but also take advantage by capturing and eating his Separation Realm essence.

Northern Void True Monarch could not rest in peace. He had been a great hero, scheming to the end, yet met with an extremely tragic fate.

At this moment, red light flickered in the Ancient Demon's eyes: "Hmph. Those guys from the Netherworld seem to know something, but just a few Separation Realm existences think they can take the treasures..."

Before he could finish speaking, a savage look flashed across his eyes: "Who is hiding there and eavesdropping on this True Monarch? Come out now!"

He was slightly surprised. This guy had extremely refined concealment techniques; his divine sense almost slipped past him.

A mountain breeze blew by, but still, no sound echoed around.

Seeing this scene, the Ancient Demon's expression became even more savage.

He raised his left hand, and his black nails shone brightly. Without any additional movements, pure demonic energy surged out and transformed into a snake as thick as a bucket.

The Ancient Demon didn't expect such a move to eliminate the enemy; it was merely a test of their strength.

"Ah..."

A faint sigh sounded in the air before red light flashed again. A sword beam flew out, hitting the head of the snake precisely. The snake's body trembled and instantly disintegrated.

Then space rippled like waves as an elderly cultivator appeared. He had three long beards and a very elegant appearance.

More strangely, there was no trace of primordial energy fluctuations on his person. However, the Ancient Demon's pupils constricted: "You are a Separation Realm peak cultivator..."

"Comrade, have you come from the Upper Realm?" The gaze in the eyes of the Pavilion of Hope flickered with surprise but remained calm. As the top expert of the Twelve States of Heaven and Cloud, he certainly had the heart to handle such matters.

The Ancient Demon didn't speak, but his expression was extremely unpleasant. Not only was this a late-stage Separation Realm cultivator, but he also possessed abundant righteous energy.

Due to the nature of their cultivation methods, for the Ancient Demon, the threat from this cultivator was no less than that from Buddhist practitioners.

Unpredictable!

He had no confidence in defeating him.

The Pavilion of Hope didn't intend to attack either. In ancient times, cultivators and demons were mortal enemies, but with changing circumstances, here in the Netherworld Gate, it was all about benefits. Why would he help eliminate demons? Cultivators were self-interested.

Both had reservations, making the scene somewhat silent for a moment.

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