The Mysterious Immortal Clan: Rising from the moment I died!

"Um!"

Ni Yongshuang nodded slightly in agreement, and said in a calm tone, "Occasionally, some scouts from the Demonic Sect come to spy on the situation, but so far there has been no direct conflict!"

As she spoke, she gracefully walked to a bookshelf, gently pulled out a few ledgers, and handed them to Ni Kun and the other two.

After carefully reviewing it.

Ni Kun sensed that there seemed to be some kind of pattern hidden within it.

The records show that scouts would appear almost every so often, especially around the time of the lunar cycle.

This point in time coincides with the same period in his past interactions with those demonic cultivators.

Thinking of this.

Ni Kun frowned slightly, muttering to himself thoughtfully, "These 100,000 Black Mountains are 100,000 mountain peaks, each hiding numerous demonic cultivators!"

Followed by.

He changed the subject and continued his analysis: "Combined with the detailed records of the scouts' origins in these ledgers, it's clear that they belong to different demonic sects!"

These words were spoken.

The three people present all showed expressions of surprise and uncertainty, and they all turned their gazes to Ni Kun, as if they wanted to get more explanations from him.

After all, during Ni Kun's time in power, he clearly drew a red line, forbidding his children from coming into contact with demonic cultivators.

Therefore, the three of them only knew about demonic cultivators through hearsay.

"Ahem!"

Ni Kun cleared his throat and began to speak slowly.

Black Mountain, with its long and narrow terrain resembling a giant python, is divided into four sections.

Each of the four major demonic sects is controlled by one of them, and it is said that the headquarters of each sect is an ancient altar.

For this reason, the boss of each faction is neither called the sect leader nor the patriarch, but rather the altar master.

These four leaders, due to their terrifying strength and numerous evil deeds, were collectively known as the Four Demons of Black Mountain.

They are: Black Mountain Demon, Black Mountain Blood Demon, Black Mountain Corpse Demon, and Black Mountain Enchantress.

among them.

Ni Kun's location in Gangcheng and its surrounding areas are all within the territory of the Black Mountain Demon.

This Black Mountain Demon's strength is unfathomable. It is said that his cultivation level only reached the Great Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm, but he once personally killed a righteous Nascent Soul stage expert.

Not only that.

The Black Mountain Demon also commands a fearsome demonic cultivator team—the Ten Kings of Hell.

Each of these ten individuals is a ruthless character skilled in massacring entire cities and exterminating entire clans.

Upon hearing this...

"suck!"

Ni Yongxiao and his two siblings all gasped in unison.

Just then.

"call!"

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept by, and everyone couldn't help but shiver...

at the same time.

Thousands of kilometers away from the Black Mountain Fortress, there stands a terrifying palace, quietly hidden deep within the heart of the Black Mountain region.

This palace is entirely made up of countless living skulls. The empty, lifeless eye sockets of those skulls seem to tell the story of the suffering and torment they endured in life, sending chills down one's spine.

Even more terrifying is that the entire palace was built on top of a huge fissure, resembling a volcano.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

From time to time, wisps of dark red demonic flames would emerge from that deep, dark rift, making the already eerie Skull Palace sometimes bright and dazzling, and sometimes plunged into darkness, making it appear even more sinister and terrifying.

and.

Whenever the raging demonic flames erupted from the skull like a volcanic eruption, they emitted a series of extremely piercing howls, as if they came from the depths of hell.

"Waaaaah... Sizzle... Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

These sounds intertwined, sending chills down one's spine.

"Gurgle!"

In the very center of the palace, a mysterious demonic cultivator clad in black robes was opening his gaping maw with protruding teeth, frantically tearing at the mangled, bloody arm in his hand.

If Ni Zhixin happened to be there at that moment, he would definitely be able to immediately recognize who the person in front of him was.

That's right.

This person is none other than the black-robed demonic cultivator who slaughtered most of Yong'an City, and also one of the "weakest" of the Ten Kings of Hell—Yan Chihen!

This demon's greatest quirk was his fondness for devouring flesh and blood alive.

As a result, countless skeletons and remains that he had cruelly devoured were scattered throughout the palace.

It is conceivable that these poor people had all suffered inhuman torture and pain, and each of them had been forcibly abducted by Yan Chihen from various nearby counties.

Below Yan Chihen's location was a dense, dark crowd.

This group of demonic cultivators, dressed in robes of various colors, crowded together like a tide.

They were all lying face down on the ground, desperately pressing their bodies close to the edge of the huge crack from which scorching demonic flames were constantly billowing out, enjoying and greedily absorbing the rich demonic flames rising continuously from the ground.

among them.

Most of those standing in the front row were demonic cultivators dressed in green robes; a rough estimate would put it at least in the dozens or hundreds.

Following closely behind were the white-robed demonic cultivators, whose numbers were astonishing; the end of the procession was nowhere to be seen from a distance.

"Bang!"

Yan Chihen casually tossed the arm, which had been gnawed down to its bone, aside. When the bone fell into the pile of skeletons, it made a crisp, piercing sound as it struck the bone.

"Hehehe!"

Yan Chihen's gaze swept coldly over everything around him, like that of a venomous snake.

Then, a sinister and ruthless smile appeared on his face as he muttered to himself, "Hehehe... I still need to get more big pieces of meat from the northern counties. As for these small counties in the south, I can leave them for now!"

Just then.

A demonic cultivator in a green robe standing to the side stepped forward and said to Yan Chihen with a fawning expression, "Lord Palace Master, I have some news to report to you... Things have been rather unsettled in that port city lately; they seem to be plotting something in secret..."

Upon hearing this...

Yan Chihen's lips curled into a disdainful sneer: "What's there to be afraid of? This place is just my private plot. Once it gets a bit more fertile, I'll personally take action..."

however.

Before he could finish his arrogant boast, another eerie laugh rang out—"Hehehe!"

Everyone looked up in astonishment.

But then a dark shadow appeared in the sky.

In the blink of an eye.

The dark figure fell from the sky like a shooting star.

When they got closer...

Only then did they realize that it was a woman dressed in a black robe. Although the large black robe almost covered her entire body, it could not hide her graceful, charming, and domineering figure.

The woman gently raised her right hand to cover her mouth and nose, then complained coquettishly, "Oh dear... look at you here, it's truly an eyesore!"

After saying that, she glanced at Yan Chihen out of the corner of her eye.