An Ordinary Path to Immortality

While the monster beasts were attacking the formation regardless of their lives, two spiritual thoughts were communicating with each other in the void that they could not sense.

Thousands of miles away from the Xinghai Formation, a hundred-foot-long pitch-black dragon stepped on white clouds, its eyes cold and filled with anger:

"Rongsheng, hand over my demon clan's holy son, otherwise all of you will die."

The next moment, the phantom of an old man wearing a coarse cloth gown appeared in front of the dragon. He said with a smile: "King Black Dragon, you can bravely save the demon king and expel the demon beasts that besieged me in Wo Shen Mountain for no reason. , do you want to start a war between the human and demon clans? "

The Black Dragon King snorted coldly: "Rong Sheng, your Wo Shen Mountain is hundreds of millions of miles away from here. You are not staying at Wo Shen Mountain, but you come to this deep pirate to take my demon clan's holy son. I think you want to provoke a dispute between the two races. It’s you who is right.”

"I don't know what the holy son of the demon clan is." The old man known as Rongsheng laughed: "I just took my disciples and disciples out for training. I didn't expect that you would be expelling the demon beasts and besieging them here. Black Jiao King, if you really want to start a war with my human race, why do you need to find such a mean excuse?"

"You stole the Holy Son of my demon clan, but you are making strong arguments here. Do you think that you can stop me with your Zhoutian Xinghai Formation?" The Black Dragon King's voice became colder: "I'm not afraid to tell you. You, I have sent a message to King Dapeng and King Mo, and soon they will lead their demon clan to come for support. "

The old man's face changed slightly: "King Black Dragon, there's no need to blame me if you want to. Since you are determined to kill me on the Wo Shen Mountain, I will accompany you to fight to the end."

"Old man, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. I will give you one last chance to hand over my demon clan's holy son, and I will let you go."

"Fart, I don't know anything about the Holy Son of the Demon Race." The old man's face also showed anger: "Since you are determined to start a war, and you have invited two other demon kings to help, then I will not sit still and wait for death. ”

"Old man, my demon tribe has been waiting for a million years to finally welcome a Holy Son, but it was stolen by you. Now you not only deny it, but also deliberately confuse right and wrong. Good, good, good, very good." Hei King Jiao also became even more angry: "If we don't find my demon clan's holy son, what if we start a dispute between the two clans?"

Suddenly, the phantom of a golden roc appeared next to the two of them: "Yes, you human race are still as deceitful and cunning as ever. The Holy Son of the Demon Race is related to the prosperity of our Demon Race. As long as the Holy Son can be found, even if We won’t hesitate to die.”

Then the phantom of an eight-clawed octopus also appeared on the side: "Stealing the Holy Son of the Demon Clan, this hatred has become irreconcilable. Let alone the dispute between the two races, we just want to find the Holy Son and start a war against the two races." It doesn’t matter how much damage it causes.”

"You..." Rong Sheng pointed at the three-headed demon king and gritted his teeth: "How many times do you have to tell me that I don't know the demon clan saints at all. I just take my disciples to travel."

"Fart, you are just lying and you should make a draft!" The Black Dragon King said coldly: "If you say you don't know, then you should explain to me why I, the Holy Son of the Monster Race, have been doing well in the past three hundred years, but you are... Then it disappeared?"

"What does it have to do with us if it disappears? If you hadn't come to find me, I wouldn't even know that your demon tribe has a holy son."

The Black Dragon King sarcastically said: "After the Holy Son was lost, I personally checked it and can confirm that there is indeed a trace of your human race."

Rong Sheng looked at the three demon kings with cold eyes: "I still say what I said, it was not done by us monks from Wo Shen Mountain, and your Holy Son is not with me. If you insist that this matter has something to do with me, Wo Shen Mountain, then then Let’s fight, we humans are not timid people.”

After saying that, the old man's shadow slowly dissipated. At the same time, in the Zhoutian Sea of ​​Stars formation, Rong Sheng was so angry that his beard trembled.

He looked at the few monks who were standing tremblingly and bowed beside him and said coldly: "Have you found out who stole the so-called Holy Son of the Demon Race?"

An old man who was in the late stage of transcending the tribulation said: "Senior Brother, we have asked carefully. No one knows about the Holy Son of the Demon Race at all, let alone someone who has stolen the Holy Son of the Demon Race."

Another powerful god-transformer said cautiously: "Ancestor, we don't even know what the so-called Holy Son of the Demon Clan looks like, so how can we find out?"

Speaking of this, Rong Sheng became even more angry. Not only did the people under him not know, but he himself also didn't know.

He had specifically asked the Black Dragon King before, but the other party didn't tell him at all. He didn't even tell him any information about the Holy Son of the Demon Race. On the contrary, the Black Dragon King actually insisted that he was the one who stole it from the God Mountain. The Holy Son of the Demon Clan is gone.

"It's too much to bully others. What can a scholar tolerate?"

The more Rong Sheng thought about it, the angrier he became, but the current situation forced him to calm down.

He took a deep breath to regain his composure: "How much supplies are left in the door now?"

The old man who had overcome the tribulation beside him said: "The attack by the monsters was too fierce. Although we brought a lot of supplies, we also consumed a lot. Now there is less than 70% left."

"How long can the formation last?"

"If we look at the current offensive, there should be no problem in persisting for another year. If we include the Blood Sea Formation..."

At this point, everyone here fell silent.

Rongsheng snorted with a cold face: "The Blood Sea Formation, these demon kings are really willing to do it."

"Senior brother, the Blood Sea Formation is no small matter. In addition, the demon army continues to expel monster beasts and sacrifice flesh and blood regardless of damage. Our Star Sea Formation may not last long."

A powerful god-former answered: "The more the blood sea formation absorbs the demon clan's flesh and blood essence, the stronger its power will be. Under the corrosion of the blood sea formation, starting from yesterday, our star sea formation will It’s already starting to show damage.”

"So fast?" Rong Sheng looked at the other party: "Is there enough water source star marrow left?"

"Ancestor, we still have some water source star marrow, but if the monsters outside continue to offer sacrifices and we can only sit back and wait for death, sooner or later our water source star marrow will be used up. Ancestor, we'd better call for reinforcements as soon as possible. ”

"Brother, if it's just the Black Dragon King, we don't have to worry too much, but King Dapeng and King Mo should not be too far away from here. If the three demon kings join forces, our formation will be broken. It’s just a matter of time.”

Rongsheng slapped his thigh hard again: "If I had known this, we would have stayed well in Woshen Mountain. I don't know why I am so crazy, but I have to take the sect up and down to travel in the deep sea."