The five Demon Clan Ancestors landed on the other side of the stone monument, looking at each other from a distance with the Terran cultivators on the opposite side, and they were clearly distinguishing from each other, which was quite a bit of confrontation.

It wasn't until this moment that Kong Laosan had the heart to set his eyes on the few people opposite.

In addition to the old monster surnamed Zhao of the Three Holy Sects, the old demon of the Holy Demon Sect, and the old man of the Yin Demon Temple, there was only the old man who was sitting on the side of the Three Holy Sects, looking sixty or seventy years old, wearing a dark red robe and a dark red face, and a bald man who looked forty or fifty years old and had a fierce face.

The red-robed old man and the old man Zhao seemed to know each other quite well, and occasionally whispered a few words to each other, as if they were discussing something.

If the old monster is still alive, he will definitely recognize that the strange old man in red robe in front of him is one of the seven old monsters who used the blood sacrifice method to forcibly break the murderous monument and suppress it when he was in the abandoned land.

It is not difficult to guess the identity of the other bald man, judging from the clothes around the other party, it should belong to the elders of the Yin Demon Palace, and at the same time that Kong Laosan secretly looked at the other party, the latter seemed to have a sense, and suddenly looked in the direction of Kong Laosan, and his eyes revealed a trace of curiosity and strangeness.

Obviously, as the only cultivator here whose strength has not yet reached the level of Jiedan, no matter what, it is always eye-catching, but for Kong Laosan, everyone obviously did not pay attention to it.

Kong Laosan lowered his eyes, avoided the other party's gaze, and looked towards a pot-shaped stone tablet about the size of three zhang in the center surrounded by everyone.

The stele in front of him and the black stele in the outside world are completely rubbed from the same mold, all pure white, even the strange lines on it are exactly the same, after a while, I really can't see anything, Kong Laosan simply ignored it anymore, and sat down quietly.

After two full days, everyone was still in a group, but the atmosphere between them became more and more silent, especially the two demons of the Winged Python Demon Clan and the Howling Moon Wolf Clan, Li Tian, who occasionally looked at each other, and could see the metaphor in each other's eyes.

"Hehe, everyone here also knows that the inner hall of this Heavenly Demon Hall is only open for seven days at a time, and now there is only one last day left, do you want to continue to wait?"

The holy demon old monster said with a smile, looking at the demon clan's side with a faint hint of playfulness in his eyes, obviously, this old monster also saw something, but he just didn't say it.

"In that case, let's do it, I don't know what a few fellow demon clans say?"

Hearing this, the old monster Zhao of the Three Holy Islands also spoke, and the rest of the old monsters of the human race naturally nodded one after another, and then their eyes fell on the "Wupeng Demon Ancestor" beside Kong Laosan.

"I don't have a problem here. ”

"Wupeng Demon Ancestor" said a word and said no more, and the python next to him had an ugly face and just wanted to say something, but saw that Li Tian secretly shook his head, and finally just snorted coldly, looking at the eyes of the three demons of Wupeng was already extremely unkind.

"Since it's all right, let's get started, everyone, let's do it together!"

The holy demon old monster swept around, and when he saw that everyone nodded in agreement, he no longer hesitated at the moment, and shouted, and then, his palm was lightly placed on the stone tablet, and the spiritual power in his body surged out, pouring into the pure white stone tablet in front of him.

At the same time as the Holy Demon Old Monster made a move, the rest of the people also instilled spiritual power into the stone tablet.

Seeing this, Kong Laosan did not hesitate, the spiritual power in his body was slightly rolled, and he learned the same, but while instilling spiritual power, he secretly retained three points of spare strength, of course, on the surface, it looked like he was doing his best.

For Kong Laosan's actions, even if some old monsters are aware of it, they will not take it to heart, a small cultivator who has not yet reached the knot, even if he cramps and pulls out his bones, how many taels of oil and water can he squeeze?

While exerting his strength, Kong Laosan secretly probed the situation of the stele, but after half an hour, Kong Laosan's face was a little difficult to see, his heart moved quietly, and he withdrew two points of strength, seeing that the stele was still unmoved, he temporarily withdrew his gaze and looked at the people beside him.

The people who originally looked quite indifferent obviously didn't expect the current situation, as the massive spiritual power was swallowed by the stone tablet, everyone's faces were a little not good-looking, especially the demon clan and human race in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and at this time they had to take out some pills to make up for the loss of spiritual power in the body.

Kong Laosan circled around everyone's faces, and finally landed on the "Wupeng Demon Ancestor" on his side, the corners of his mouth pulled, and if he hadn't stopped in time, he almost laughed.

The "Wupeng Demon Ancestor" in front of him had some exaggerated wings spread horizontally, and the three-zhang demon body stood empty, and the momentum of his whole body was scattered around without reservation, and the coercion was amazing. At the same time, the demon's mouth was wide open, and the extremely rich spiritual power of the Dao surged out of the body, all of which were instilled towards the stone tablet in front of him.

However, if these incomparably shrewd primordial old monsters knew that everything in front of them was just a flash in the pan, and the seemingly ferocious spiritual power was actually just a bluff, I don't know how they would feel!

This lasted for nearly three hours, and the ordinary stele gradually reacted, and on the stele, the original black patterns seemed to come to life at this moment, and with the infusion of spiritual power, it gradually turned into a variety of strange and abnormal patterns, and finally converged into a ball, like a ball of ink, rubbed on the pure white stele.

It was only at this moment that everyone slowly put away their spiritual power, but everyone's faces were tired and abnormal, obviously because of the consumption of spiritual power.

"This time I have input a lot more spiritual power than before!"

The Holy Demon Old Monster glanced around, frowned, and said with some hesitation.

"Hmph, this is natural, in the past, my fellow demon clan was several times this, you human race cultivators naturally don't have to exert much effort, why, this little spiritual power loss can't stand it?"

"Wupeng Demon Ancestor" said lightly, and as he spoke, he glanced at the holy demon old monster with disdain.

"Humph!"

Such an unceremonious squeeze made the old monster of the holy demon cold, snorted coldly, said no more, and after swallowing some pills, he seized the time to meditate and vomit.

Perhaps because the spiritual power consumption is not much, Kong Laosan only meditated for a moment before opening his eyes, looking towards the center of the stone tablet, which was like an inky black dot.

The black spot in front of him was about the size of a basin, and bursts of strange spatial fluctuations came out of it, which was not violent at first, only after a stick of incense, Kong Laosan's pupils shrank slightly, and the originally calm black spots suddenly rioted violently, and at the same time, a strong spatial fluctuation faintly came out, and before Kong Laosan could react, a bright spirit group had gushed out from the black dots, and quickly flew towards the surrounding void.

At the same time as the black dots fluctuated violently, all the old monsters who were originally pranayama with their eyes closed opened their eyes one after another, glanced at each other, faintly revealing a trace of vigilance and excitement, and roared angrily and flew towards the spirit group.

It's just that at the same time that everyone just left, a cold snort accompanied by overwhelming coercion enveloped the surroundings, and before everyone could react, a black shadow had already risen into the sky, and with a big mouth, it had unceremoniously swallowed the spirit group into his stomach, "Just now the old man contributed the most, and this first spiritual object belongs to me!"

The big horn fell, and the "Wupeng Demon Ancestor" licked his lips, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly spoke, and at the same time, the pressure around his body surged, and there was no sign of retraction.

Seeing this, although everyone said that they were unwilling, but they felt the ubiquitous terror and coercion around them, but they forced back a trace of greed in their hearts, plus everyone had just seen it with their own eyes, it was indeed this "Wupeng Demon Ancestor" who contributed the most, and the first spiritual object had fallen into the hands of the other party, so it was naturally impossible to ask for it back, and they glanced at each other, and fell down a little helplessly.

Hearing this, Kong Laosan pulled the corners of his mouth and turned his head.

Since the first spiritual object gushed out, the black dot fluctuations have become more and more violent, almost every once in a while, there will be a ball of spiritual light erupting from it, although Kong Laosan is also itchy, but in the end he remembers his own strength, there is no hothead, in the face of a bunch of old monsters in front of him, he can almost wipe himself out thousands of times with a wave of his hand, even if he is unwilling, he can only suppress the thoughts in his heart.

However, since getting the first spiritual object, the "Wupeng Demon Ancestor" on his side seems to have some marrow knowledge, looking at the four or five groups of spiritual light wandering in the void, his eyes reveal a look of greed, and he wants to join the competition without thinking about it, but before he gets up, he is torn off by Kong Laosan.

"If you don't want to show your stuffing, it's better to stay honest!"

Kong Laosan quietly said, and there was a bit of sternness in his voice.

Even if the real old monster in the late Yuan Infant period faces these fellow Daoists who have been dazzled by treasures alone, I am afraid that they will only have a gloomy fall, not to mention that the "Wupeng Demon Ancestor" in front of him is just an impostor, once it is exposed, I am afraid that this person and a crane will be directly photographed into meat sauce.

The current situation is extremely chaotic, in order to compete for treasures, these old monsters are merciless, obviously a little red-eyed, Dumb is involved at the moment, it is no different from looking for death.

Even if he understood what Kong Laosan said, Dumb's face was still full of unwillingness at this moment, and his eyes were full of fiery eyes looking at the several clusters of spiritual light floating in the void, and finally he could only lick his lips dryly.

Looking at the chaos in front of him with cold eyes, Kong Laosan thought about it, put his gaze back on the stone tablet in front of him, thought about it, put his palm on the stone tablet, and the power of the divine soul extended out, and probed towards the black spot in the center of the stone tablet.