Ling Tian and Liehu each represent the human race and the demon race, the two of them are definitely more peaceful than the surface when they see each other, the demon race and the human race have been fighting endlessly in this world for hundreds of millions of years, although the top few people will not make a move in the battle, but in fact, the people who died in the battle on both sides were commanded by the leaders of the two races, and theoretically they were the biggest enemies.

Countless years of racial feud were hidden under the seemingly peaceful exchange, and the people on both sides had indifferent expressions at this time, and the people who commanded themselves flew towards the one hundred and eighty miles high Extreme Heaven Peak.

Chen Yunfeng and his entourage had the most comfortable group of people to ride the Condor, and in countless pairs of envious and jealous eyes, the vertically rising team gradually fell to the top of the mountain.

The height of Extreme Heaven Peak didn't sound high, but as the high air pressure in the Demon Realm decreased, the temperature here was already comparable to the Xuan Ice that Chen Yunfeng had sealed outside Kui Mountain.

It's not that if you fly fast, you can fly high, and if you fly high, you will be able to withstand such low temperatures, otherwise it will be impossible for the Nakui Mountain Seal in the Cultivation Realm to be the guardian of the outer part of the seal.

More than 8,000 immortal realm demon cultivators and human races gathered at the top of the mountain, and some of the demon cultivators and human races who lacked martial arts could not withstand the severe cold on the top of this mountain, and quickly turned around and flew down the mountain with a shiver;

Among the people left, except for a small number of masters, they did not react to such a severe cold, even Xiang Xiaoxiao, who was hiding in Chen Yunfeng's arms, was the peak dragon clan of the human immortal, and they all did not appear in the placket of Chen Yunfeng's clothes.

The Condor is a golden-winged Dapeng eagle, although it has not yet reached the ability to soar to 100,000 miles and spread its wings for 90,000 miles, it ignores this temperature at all, and its head turns to look at the crowd walking towards the depths of the ice peak. Then he said to Chen Yunfeng:

"Boss, what are they doing? But he still tried his best to go inside, and the top of the mountain became colder and colder the more he reached the middle. It's fun not to freeze into ice lumps when the time comes. ”

"The Demon Pot is an artifact against the sky for them, no matter who gets it, they have to cultivate until the Golden Immortal soars and leaves the Demon Realm to grasp the nine more layers, so they have to fight for their lives, even if there is only one in a hundred million chance, they will not let it go. Chen Yunfeng followed the team forward and whispered.

On the icebergs along the way, the demon cultivators and the human race who were constantly less skilled were shivering from the cold and retreated from the top of the mountain, but Chen Yunfeng and his party walked forward as if they had not reacted at all.

The gossip robe on Daoist Fang Xing's body emitted a faint white glow, forcing the surrounding cold air away, and the monk's robe of the Moon Master Tai also flashed with red light, making it impossible for the cold to approach;

Chen Yunfeng himself has the power of infinite wind and clouds, and the cold qi released is far stronger than the cold current of this iceberg. He didn't even use the Immortal Yuan to resist, and so did Wansha, who was not far away from him, and followed the team quickly without releasing a trace of energy on his body.

Daoist Fang Xing and Master Duyue didn't care about Wansha's sudden appearance, this was the last moment, as long as they asked the truth of the year, this would be the end of their wishes and the possibility of breeding demons for them.

A line of thousands of miles is nothing to a master, and from the action against this extremely cold place, they can distinguish their strengths and weaknesses, and countless masters have taken out magic weapons to keep out the cold, but in the end they can only quit halfway. By the time we reached the center of the iceberg, there were less than a thousand people left.

After passing through a glacier canyon, everyone finally arrived at the center of the glacier, and Daoist Fang Xing looked at a huge rock that had been frozen out of thick ice, and with a wave of his hand, a hot force melted the ice away, revealing the three big characters on the rock. He stared at the three big words and frowned and said:

"Leiyin Temple, they actually moved the temple here, but why is there silence around, what is going on here?"

Along the stone wall is a snow-covered house. Inside an open gate, a statue of Shakyamuni was also covered with frost.

No one, no one. The death-like Lei Yin Temple made the more than a thousand people look at each other, and the fierce tiger and Ling Tianzhen who led the team looked at each other. After each of them prepared to attack behind them, the Fierce Tiger's body suddenly rushed out of the Hundred Feet Purple Heavenly Fire, and with a tiger roar, countless balls of fire appeared on the extremely cold peak and rushed towards those temples and houses.

"Amitabha, why do you have to work hard to force each other?"

A Buddha horn came out from the silent temple, and a pale golden light mask instantly appeared in the sky above the temple, and the fireballs of fire demon magic that were already at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Fierce Tiger were all bounced away by the light mask.

Hearing the Buddha's horn and the fireball that had been bounced away, the fierce tiger's eyes flashed red, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Zen Master Mingkong, hand over the demon pot, this seat will spare you from death. ”

"Huh"

In the midst of a long laugh, a monk dressed in a plain white monk's robe and holding a tin staff flashed to the temple gate, he looked at the fierce tiger with bitter eyes and said:

"Hand over the Demon Pot, the Fierce Tiger King can spare my life, then these thousands of friends and demon cultivators are willing to let me go down the mountain?"

Liehu was originally talking nonsense, and it didn't matter if he let Mingkong go, but the Terran side had been tracking down the conspiracy for hundreds of years, and the Terran would never stop without asking clearly.

"Explain who instigated the conspiracy back then, and the Terrans can keep you safe. Ling Tianzhen also stepped forward and said.

Daoist Fang Xing and Master Duyue swept forward at the same time, looking at their former teammates, Daoist Fang Xing shouted in a deep voice:

"Mingkong, when you and I entered the valley together, but in the end the demon pot disappeared, there is no one else who knows the whereabouts of the three of us, and no one who can calculate us is so bold, tell me, what happened back then?"

Mingkong looked at the two of them and said:

"Amitabha, Brother Fang Xing and Senior Sister Duyue have also arrived, have Senior Sister Duyue ever remembered what my master said back then?"

"A demon is a demon, and cultivating the Dharma is also a demon, and a Buddha is still a demon, so what about doing good? Master Duyue looked at the bitter face of the clear sky and said in a deep voice.

"Amitabha"

Mingkong chanted the Buddha with compassion, and a square-mouthed bottle appeared in his hand with a shake of his hand, the outside of this bottle was depicted with a holy beast pattern, and a cold breath came out from the mouth of the bottle, so that all the demon cultivators present couldn't help but retreat backwards.

Demon pot, needless to say, something that can emit a terrifying aura of the demon clan is in the demon world, this artifact, a string of tears dripped from the corner of Mingkong's eyes, and he raised the demon pot and hissed and said:

"The Demon Pot is just an artifact, why is the Leiyin Temple, one of the great sects of my Demon Realm, far away from the Extreme Heavenly Peak, and in the end, I am the only one left?"

An artifact is out of reach for ordinary cultivators in the demon realm, but people at the top know that if it is needed, even if a big sect like Leiyin Temple can send ten artifacts to the backstage, it is impossible to even want a sect for an artifact. (To be continued......)

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