Mortal's Immortal Way of Longevity

Chapter 602 The Ambitious Yaksha Clan (12, please subscribe!)
A burst of insolent laughter came from the distant wild world. The laughter was deafening, and it seemed like thunder was ringing in the ears of everyone standing on the city wall.

A ray of black air billowed in, and finally gathered outside Tianyuan City, forming an old man with dark skin, a white beard, and an ugly face.

"Old monster Sang, what's your name?" Mo Jianli said unceremoniously when he saw this person appear.

The person who came was none other than Old Monster Sang, the Mahayana powerhouse of the Yasha tribe.

"Mo Jianli, Ao Xiao, you two are finally willing to come out of this turtle shell. When we attacked Tianyuan City hundreds of years ago, neither of you showed up. I thought you all died because of something. It's time!" The Mahayana of the Yaksha clan sneered and said unceremoniously.

Hearing this, the faces of the people on the city wall changed suddenly. The fit monks of the human and demon races all felt angry in their hearts, but they dared not speak out.

How respectful are Mo Jianli and Ao Xiao in their hearts, how can they allow others to insult them at will?

But the person in front of him is also a strong Mahayana, and the monks of the surrounding races are terrified of him. Therefore, although these fit monks are angry, they dare not show the slightest abnormality, lest the other party be caught.

"Old ghost Sang, do you want to fight this old man again?" Mo Jianli said coldly as she stepped forward with a look of anger.

"Hey, my surname is Mo, I really want to compete with you, but unfortunately the catastrophe is about to come, I think you are going to die in the catastrophe, so I don't need to do anything!" Old Monster Sang said unceremoniously.

"If your two clans fail to stop the evil calamity, then this land must have a share of our Yasha clan. The monks of your two clans, especially these beautiful women, hehe, some people in my clan have been waiting for it for a long time!" Sang The old monster glanced at the beautiful women on the city wall.

Such malicious gazes immediately made those women's faces pale, and their complexions turned pale.

If a Mahayana-level existence really had his eye on them, then they would not dare to step out of Tianyuan City for half a step in the future.

"Old monster Sang, did you come here just to talk nonsense?" At this time, Ao Xiao glanced coldly and said to the Yasha clan Mahayana.

Hearing Ao Xiao's words, the Yasha Mahayana's pupils shrank slightly, but his face was still arrogant, and he said unceremoniously:

"Old ghost Ao, I heard that you almost didn't survive the great catastrophe before, and your vitality was seriously injured. I wonder if your injury has healed now?"

"Whether the old man has recovered from his injury, you can try it to know? It's useless to talk, it's better to let the old man weigh it and see how much you have improved over the years!"

Ao Xiao took a step forward, with a silver light on his palm, and said with a look of ready to go.

Seeing this scene, the combined monks of the human and monster races on the city wall couldn't help muttering in their hearts.

The smell of gunpowder is so strong as soon as they meet, can the joint proposal of all ethnic groups succeed?
There is a deep blood feud between the two races of human monsters and the surrounding races. After all, they have been fighting each other for nearly a million years, and there have been countless wars.

Who hasn't had a few friends and relatives who have died at the hands of these alien races!
Normally, once entering the wilderness, when people from these ethnic groups meet, they will inevitably fight to the death, and there is absolutely no reason for them to live in harmony.

The same is true of Ao Xiao, Mo Jianli, Sang Laogui of the Yasha tribe, and others. Although life and death are not expected to be separated as soon as they meet, they have fought each other more than ten times.

Who has what ability and strength, these Mahayanas are all clear in their hearts, and Ao Xiao's strength naturally makes the Mahayanas of the surrounding races more afraid.

But fear is fear, old ghost Sang is not very afraid of Ao Xiao now, according to the information from the traitor of the Yasha clan who planted in the human race, this old ghost really tormented him a lot in the last catastrophe.

It's hard to say how much strength he can have now, anyway, most of them are not at their peak.

That being the case, there is no need to be so afraid of him, not to mention, with the current strength of the Yasha clan, there is no need to be afraid of anyone.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Sang Laogui sneered in his heart. Over the years, the strength of the Yasha tribe has long been the number one among the surrounding tribes.

Maybe we can take advantage of this catastrophe to weaken these small clans, and then take the opportunity to annex one or two of them.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Yasha clan.

As for the robbery?

Someone had told him a long time ago that it was impossible for monks from the Demon Realm to gain a foothold in Fengyuan Continent, so he didn't need to worry too much.

"What? Old ghost Sang, you still haven't made a move. Could it be that you are afraid that the old man will fail?" Ao Xiao sneered coldly.

"Hmph, Ao Xiao! How could this old man be afraid of you? Since you want to make a move, I will accompany you, but don't let this old man expose your superficial strength!"

As Old Ghost Sang said, his body was full of black energy, as if he really wanted to fight.

"Haha, okay, okay, old ghost Sang, you are going to fight Ao Xiao. This is a grand occasion that has not been seen in thousands of years. Just let the old man see how Ao Xiao's strength is!"

A loud laugh sounded from a distance, accompanied by a flash of blue light, and appeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

This is an old man with a majestic face, dressed in green clothes, and tall.

Great Elder of the Wood Clan!
Seeing this person appear, Old Ghost Sang of the Yaksha tribe seemed to be afraid, his aura froze for a while, but he was not in a hurry to make a move.

And Ao Xiao only had a silver light flashing in his hand, he never made a real move, and looked indifferently at the newly appeared Mahayana.

"Old Mu, I heard that you were seriously injured by an unknown strongman some time ago, is there such a thing?" Old Sang ghost rolled his eyes, and suddenly sneered at the Great Elder of the Mu Clan.

As soon as he heard his words, the face of the great elder of the Mu clan changed suddenly, he was extremely ugly, how could he feel better if he was exposed face to face?
He looked over with cold eyes: "Okay, very good, I didn't expect you, Old Monster Sang, to have placed spies in my Mu clan!"

"Both and each other, Mr. Mu, do you dare to say that there is no internal support from your Mu clan in my Yasha clan?"

"Brother Mu has encountered such a thing. It's really sympathetic. The catastrophe is ferocious. Brother Mu must be careful next time!" Mo Jianli reminded with kindness.

"Hmph, Mo, do you think you'll be any better after meeting that mysterious strong man? As far as I know, that man is still wandering around our clans, you'd better be careful! "The Great Elder of the Mu Clan said indifferently.

Hearing this, everyone present's complexion changed completely.

With such a strong man wandering around, it is really disturbing.

"Ahem, fellow daoists, we are here to talk about cooperation and jointly deal with the catastrophe. Let's let go of past grievances!" An old and peaceful voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, an old man dressed in white, with white hair and white beard and a peaceful face quietly appeared in front of everyone.

The moment they saw this person, fear flashed across the eyes of the four Mahayanas of the four clans present.

Spirit King of the Spirit Race!

This old monster is probably the most mysterious among these surrounding groups.

There have always been legends among the various clans that the successive Spirit Kings of the Spirit Clan are actually the same person, an old monster that has lived for millions of years.

If this is the case, then this person's strength can be said to be extremely terrifying and unpredictable.

Although no one has ever been able to prove this rumor, King Ling did not show particularly strong strength when he fought against Mo Jianli and the others.

All his performances were that of a well-regulated Mahayana, but this did not dispel other people's fear of him.

Now, after Ling Wang appeared, a word immediately dispelled a lot of gunpowder smell, making the complexions of these Mahayanas calm down.

"Fellow Daoist Spirit King is finally here. Friends from the Shadow Clan, please come out too. Next, we should have a good talk about the fight against the Demon Tribulation!" Ao Xiao suddenly looked in a certain direction in the distance.

After his words fell, suddenly a light and shadow distorted in the sky, and a faint thin shadow appeared, transparent and almost invisible.

"Fellow Daoist Ao's eyes are still so fierce, it seems that the rumors about the great loss of fellow Daoist's strength may not be true!" Such a voice came from the phantom.

"Hehe, fellow daoists will naturally see how strong this old man is during the catastrophe. To be fair, let's find a place outside Tianyuan City to discuss this matter!" Ao Xiao said calmly.

With the arrival of several Mahayana clans, the tense atmosphere just now disappeared, and Sang Laogui of the Yaksha clan who had been rude from the beginning also smiled, as if the previous domineering and domineering had never appeared before.

It seems that the previous him and the current him are two completely different people.

"This old man has a Sky Blue Palace, which is seldom brought out at ordinary times. Today, it happens to be used to entertain fellow Taoists. Let's have a good discussion here!" King Ling said, with a flash of light in his hand, and a miniature palace appeared. cyan palace.

He threw the palace out, and the palace immediately turned into a cyan light group, which flew into the sky, and then rapidly grew in size, turning into a giant, suspended in the sky outside Tianyuan City.

"In this hall, no matter what we discuss or reach an agreement, we don't need to worry about outsiders knowing about it!" King Ling stroked his long beard and said with a smile.

"Okay, it's time to have a good talk. No matter what hatred there is, let's talk about it after the evil calamity is over!" The great elder of the Mu clan laughed loudly, and immediately turned into a blue light and flew towards the palace.

An unabashed look.

Seeing this, the rest of them flew towards the palace one after another, not to be outdone.

With so many people, even if the Spirit King wants to play tricks, they are not afraid!
In the blink of an eye, all the Mahayanas of the six races that appeared here disappeared in that palace.

On the city wall, only a group of fit monks were left quietly waiting.

After a while, someone sighed and said: "Hundreds of years ago, the coalition forces of the Yasha Clan, the Shadow Clan and the Mu Clan came to attack Tianyuan City, causing countless deaths and injuries to our two clans!"

"Now, they are shaking hands and making peace, and even we and other ethnic groups have to send reinforcements to each other. The situation is changing, nothing like this!"

"The trend of the times has to be like this. I don't know what will happen after the catastrophe. The Yaksha clan is getting stronger and stronger now!"

"The number of fit monks of the Yaksha family is almost comparable to that of our human monsters. This family has the ambition to attack the middle-level groups, so it is natural for us and other groups to be eyeing!"

"Fortunately, there is only one Mahayana in the Yasha tribe, otherwise the situation will not be optimistic!"

While these people were talking about it, in the wild depths outside Tianyuan City, a giant man in black armor walked through a dense forest.

Black light flickered all over his body, with a teasing smile on his face, arms folded, flying forward unhurriedly, like a cat playing with a mouse, watching a figure fleeing in a hurry in front of him.

The man who ran away was a man with green light all over his body, he looked like a monk of the wood clan, and his cultivation base was in the middle stage of fusion.

At this moment, the man ran away desperately with a terrified expression on his face, and at the same time he was still shouting: "King Black Owl, if you kill me, the elders of our clan will definitely not spare you if they find out!"

"Hey, the great elder of your clan can't protect himself, do you think he dares to deal with the old man? Now that the catastrophe is in the offing, even if he knows, he can only swallow his anger!" The giant man said indifferently, his eyes full of jokes .

"Your Yaksha tribe harbors ambitions, and if the surrounding tribes know about it, they will unite to destroy your tribe!" the monk of the Wood tribe shouted with a fierce expression on his face.

"Threatening the old man? Kill you, and who would know that the old man has advanced to Mahayana?" The black-armored giant sneered.

As if losing his patience, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the Wood Clan monk from a distance, and a black unicorn phantom flew out of his hand and rushed towards the Wood Clan monk.

A strong green light erupted from the wood cultivator's body, and he fought back vigorously.

But...in the blink of an eye, there was a scream, and the body of this person fell from the sky, and the Nascent Soul Officer was swallowed by the black unicorn phantom as soon as he flew out.

"After only 8000 years of practice, you have entered the middle stage of fusion. Hehe, the peerless genius of the Mu clan, how can you allow you to grow up!" Looking at the fallen corpse, the black-armored giant sneered.

"Brother Sang really came up with a good idea. Taking advantage of these people gathering to discuss important matters and they are not at home, I, the hidden Mahayana, can take this opportunity to hunt and kill these geniuses of all races!"

"Hey, the catastrophe is coming, these people are also anxious, they have entered the wilderness to find resources, want to further enhance their strength, just caught by me!"

"Anyway, a mysterious strongman appeared in this area recently. If you kill these people, you can just plant them on that person. No one knows what's going on!"

"I heard that a genius recently appeared in the human race, and the rumors are very mysterious, but don't let me meet you, otherwise... Ha ha!" The black-armored giant smiled coldly, and various thoughts appeared in his mind.

Kill more geniuses of various races, and in the future when their Yaksha clan annexes the surrounding clans, they will be able to reduce some resistance.

After quickly tidying up the corpse of the wood genius, the giant man in black armor flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wandering in the wilderness, he continued to carry out the plan of the Yasha tribe!

(End of this chapter)