Xi Feimo did not rush directly to the direction of Lintai Mountain.

His journey was full of ups and downs.

Now, after many years of great changes in the north, there is an extra dark purple "river" in the sea area between the land of the dark Penglai and the southwest, which seems to float on the sea.

In fact, the sea under that place has been completely impregnated.

That was a sign that the demonic qi of Dark Penglai and Lintai Mountain was finally in one place.

Above that area, there was also a thick purple mist, which stained the clouds with demonic intent, as if a huge barrier of demonic qi fell from the sky and crossed the sea, which lasted for a long time.

The place near this barrier was full of demonized deep-sea demon beasts, some of which could leap up from the sea and spread their wings like Kunpeng, while others threw out their long tongues dozens of zhang long from the surface of the sea, trying to sweep Xi Feimo Demon into the sea.

In addition to this obstacle, there is also the trench left by the northern moat.

Just crossing these two places brought Xi Feimo a lot of trouble, and when he finally set foot on the land of the demon clan's dense forest, he found that the dense forest was no longer what it used to be.

There are also a lot of demon-transforming beasts lurking among them, and there are even scattered demon-transforming demon clans.

Although the battle between the human race and the demon race began thousands of years ago or even earlier, seeing these Xi Feimo could not help but feel compassion in his heart, and he even had an extremely uneasy premonition.

The demonic qi was blocked in the northern moat, and it could not go north, but the south was not blocked at all, and in the wilderness of those scattered demon cities, the demonic qi was almost at the mercy of spreading.

It's no wonder that the demon clan has lost many demon kings in a row, when Luo Yun and Shou Wu appeared in the Three Realms City for the last time, Xi Feimo had heard that most of the remnants of the demon clan gathered near Xihuang Mountain, and to deal with the side of Lintai Mountain, the strength was not enough, and there was no way to deploy defense against such a vast southern manglin to stop the spread of demonic qi.

Although Xi Feimo passed through several sporadic demon cities, he did not enter the city, and hid his hiding, while surveying the flow of demonic qi and heaven and earth vitality and the hidden places in the mountains and rivers and dense forests that could be used as formation eyes, while moving towards Xihuang Mountain.

When his people finally came to the foot of Xihuang Mountain, and the white falcon feather in his hand flew up to the sky and flew to the highest place of Xihuang Mountain, his heart suddenly trembled slightly.

He suddenly looked to the north.

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In the Kunlun Snow Mountains in the far north, a huge snowstorm has just ushered in that has not been encountered for many years.

But compared to the situation in the Three Realms Continent, this place is like a paradise, peaceful and peaceful.

Even though the disciples of each peak could see that there seemed to be a slight nervous aura on their faces, it was not fear, but with a sense of excitement and excitement.

Xing Baixiao waved his hand, even if this class was finished, probably because the situation between the Immortal Sect and the Dark Penglai had already been known to the junior disciples of Kunlun Yuanzong, so in his class, there were many people who asked about the characteristics of the demon clan and the past of the immortals and demons.

I heard that in the schoolwork of other immortal masters, there are also disciples who ask questions about the spells when fighting against the demons.

This can't help but remind Xing Baixiao of many years ago, he was also the same ignorant and vibrant, ignorant but righteous and awe-inspiring.

"It's really a young man who doesn't know what it's like to be sad!" Xing Baixiao watched these disciples disperse one after another, and then slowly shook his head and walked out of the room, there were already dozens of disciples in the square who were clearing the snow with spells, and he stretched out his hand to pick up the snow flakes that were blowing sporadically, and frowned with a touch of melancholy.

After the head of the gate came out, he ordered the peak masters and elite disciples of more than ten peaks, and nearly half of Kunlun's strength went to the Three Realms City to prepare for the battle.

Also going with him was the Venerable Nanlian.

But Xing Baixiao knew that the power that actually remained in Kunlun was far less than half.

Among the nine elders, Elder Fu had been taking care of the Three Realms City, while the two elders, Xuan Mang and Xuan Li, had been ordered to go out of the mountain, and no one knew where they had gone.

Elder Xuan Rong took a group of monks to Luoxian Town to place the Wushi Xuan Monument.

The only people who remained in the Kunlun Yuan Sect were Xing Tianye, the Southern God of Wealth, and Elder Hang of the Law Enforcement Hall.

There are also some monks who have their own orders to go out of the mountain, and the Twelve Xingyao of the Northland, who were originally a powerful force, except for Xing Tianye, have followed the Peach Blossom Palace Liu Chunfeng into the hinterland of the demon clan after the mutation in the North, so many years have passed, and there is no news at all, and the only thing that makes people feel quite comforting is that their life lamps are still there.

Because of something in his heart, Xing Baixiao did not cast a spell to "swish" back to Tianzhi Peak as usual, but walked slowly in the wind and snow.

He didn't quite understand what the boss meant.

Isn't this equivalent to emptying the Kunlun Yuan Sect?

If anyone takes advantage of it...... He had just stepped onto the top of Tianzhi Peak, and suddenly his whole person fell into an extremely indescribable feeling!

It was as if the night was pouring in from behind him, and there were countless powerful and unknown powers hidden in it, as if the night had taken shape, bursting into a huge black spike with sharp and sharp edges between heaven and earth, not only extremely aggressive, but also with a wave of anger and madness!

In an instant, he felt fear envelop his body.

He sensed that the Kunlun Yuan Sect would be destroyed by this force!

At this moment, Xing Baixiao suddenly remembered that there was actually a teleportation circle between Kunlun and the Three Realms Continent, but he also had an extremely clear understanding that even if the head of the sect immediately returned to the sect through the magic circle, the terrifying force in front of him could completely destroy Kunlun before that!

And Xing Baixiao couldn't even move his body.

But in a flash, that power suddenly disappeared without a trace.

As if it had never appeared, as if it were an illusion.

Xing Baixiao's body suddenly relaxed, he knew that between the lightning and flint, the entire Kunlun people had escaped death.

He also knew that it was not an illusion!

At the same time, outside the mountain gate, the slashing peak in the wind and snow suddenly trembled violently, and only half of the remaining peak body rolled down into the belly of the mountain, making a loud sound of "dong dong".

A black figure flew in the air at this time, his hands twisted slightly, and the prohibition on the Cutting Peak cracked a hole.

With the wind and snow and the rocks, the figure flew in, and at this moment, she could see the moonlight illuminating her afterimage, and her whole person had long since disappeared into the darkness at the bottom of the mountain, and her white hair like snow flashed slightly in the moonlight and snow, and then she was no longer visible.

And after she followed the familiar breath and completely disappeared into the complex cave at the bottom of the mountain, the entire Slashing Peak shook again, and the surrounding peaks made a rumbling sound, slowly closing to the middle, countless white snow slipped from the peak, and layers of spiritual light emitted from the black and dark peak wall, surrounding half of the peak, revealing the lineup of formation patterns in the wind and snow.