Pagoda Immortality

Then, he cursed and flew back!

Yes, I just flew back, not walked back.

Just when he stretched out his tangled big feet, he was about to give this dilapidated silver-gray clam shell a kick to let the other party know that not everyone could hit his head.

Suddenly a long, flat silver stick protruded from the clam shell and stabbed towards him like lightning!

If Zhao Ji hadn't reacted quickly and released a piece of silver light to protect him in time, or if Mingyue Clam hadn't really wanted to kill Zhao Ji, he wouldn't have been able to fly out this time.

Jianpi's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "What a strong clam!"

Chan Bao's eyelids lifted slightly, revealing a look of surprise, and then he stared at the Mingyue Clam thoughtfully.

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In the core area of ​​Muling Holy Land, there is a primitive ancient forest with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, called Muyuan Forbidden Land.

The age of existence of the Muyuan Forbidden Land is unknown. There are countless dark green broad-leaved ancient trees growing inside. Each tree is more than ten feet thick and hundreds of feet high, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The forest is filled with spiritual mist and the air is sweet, like a fairyland on earth.

After the demons captured the Wood Spirit Holy Land, although most of the area was completely destroyed, the Mu Yuan Forbidden Land was left intact.

Nothing else, just because there is an incredible person living here.

It was a middle-aged man wearing only a leopard-print short skirt. He had dark skin, a strong back, and muscles all over his body. You could tell at a glance that this man's strength was extraordinary.

This is the man who claims to be the ancestor of the demon clan in the wood spirit world, Demon Ancestor Shang.

At this time, a forest courtyard in the center of the Muyuan Forbidden Land was filled with spiritual mist. Shang was lying leisurely on a stone-carved recliner, enjoying the service of a graceful woman from the Wood Spirit Tribe.

Weird cries came out of his mouth from time to time.

Suddenly, he frowned, sat up suddenly, grabbed the woman's hair, threw it aside roughly, and said coldly: "This is the end, go back to the cage and wait!"

The woman said dumbly and walked to a cage on the east side of the yard. There were several pleasant-looking women from the Wood Spirit tribe in the cage, but they all had dull expressions and no color in their eyes.

Da da da......!

At this moment, on the path outside the courtyard, a steady sound of footsteps suddenly came from the mist.

After a while, a middle-aged man from the Demon Tribe who was equally tall but extremely uncoordinated, with his arms hanging almost to the ground, came out of the spiritual mist.

He came to the entrance of the courtyard and knelt on the ground: "Chu Yu, pay homage to the Demon Ancestor."

The person who came was none other than Chu Yu, the leader of the top ten demon generals of the demon clan. Under one demon, he was the greatest demon general above all demons.

Although Fu Yu and Shang were both at the peak level of god transformation, he did not dare to be disrespectful to Shang at all, because he knew very well how he came to be and what abilities the one inside had.

To put it bluntly, as long as Shang is willing, he, the great demon general who seems to be invincible in the wood spirit world, will never survive three breaths.

"What's the matter!" Shang looked at Chu Yu calmly.

"The Demon Ancestor Qi, Xiao Qi, is also dead." Chu Yu was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

The Xiao Qi in Chu Yu's mouth naturally refers to the seventh demon general among the ten demon generals. Ever since humans entered the wood spirit world a few years ago, people from the demon clan have died every day.

And so far, even five of the top ten demon generals have died.

Among them were the third demon general Zu Fan who was killed by Lu Li, and the tenth demon general Lan Nao who was killed by the old man named Yang Shuo.

As for the other three who died, they were the fifth, seventh and ninth demon generals respectively. It is not yet known by whose hands they died, but it is likely that they are related to those strong human beings.

"Haha... That's interesting. I look down upon these human ants." Shang raised his eyebrows and slowly sat up straight: "How many humans have we captured in total?"

"Reporting to your lord, we used the Ancestral Tree Land as bait and successfully trapped forty-five people. Later, we captured five more people outside. Now there are a total of fifty people imprisoned in the ant cage."

After a pause, Chu Yu continued: "According to our interrogation, they have a total of eighty-five people here this time. Excluding those who were killed by us, it is estimated that there are more than twenty people outside!"

"Hehe, okay! In this way... you go and put them into five cages, and then bring them over one by one, and let me talk to them."

Regarding the death of five demon generals, the Demon Ancestor did not look angry at all, but showed a playful smile.

Chu Yu respectfully said yes, then stood up with relief and disappeared in a flash.

About half an hour later, Chu Yu left and returned again. He raised his right arm lightly, holding a huge black cage on it. In the cage, there were ten human monks.

These human monks all had weak auras, and a black aura flashed across their faces from time to time.

After receiving the instructions, Chu Yu placed the cage not far in front of Shang's stone chair, then stood next to Shang and calmly stared at the people in the cage.

The spiritual energy here was so strong that the people in the cage sensed it immediately, but unfortunately, they were forced to take a mysterious pill and were unable to absorb the spiritual energy at this time.

"Hey, hello, fellow Taoists!" Shang stood up slowly, walked to the front of the cage, and looked at the people in the cage with a smile.

"Good riddance to you! Let me go if you have the guts to see if I don't knock your brains out!"

As soon as Shang finished speaking, a volatile middle-aged man inside punched the cage's iron bars hard, making a dull thud.

This man's name is Huang Tianbao, who is now 1,800 years old, but his cultivation is very close to the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit.

The reason why he doesn't take Shang seriously is that in addition to his own strength, the main reason is that he looks down on these monsters who are neither human nor demon.

Thinking back to the beginning, if these guys hadn't used despicable means to release poisonous gas under the ancestral tree of the Bulao Mountain, making them dizzy and unconscious, how could they, more than 20 old monsters of the transformation of the spirit, be easily captured by just two demon generals...

"Huang Daoyou, people are under the eaves, forget it..."

The purple-robed old man next to him had obviously recognized the situation. In order to prevent Huang Tianbao from making this man unhappy and bringing disaster to everyone, he quickly persuaded him.

"Tsk tsk, I don't like what this fellow Taoist said! Come on, let this fellow Taoist out, let me see how he is going to smash my head."

Shang's eyes flashed with cold light, and he looked at Huang Tianbao with a sneer.

"Yes!"

Qian Yu shouted in a deep voice with a little excitement.

Then he took out a dark green wooden sign from his waist, injected black air into it, and shone it on the cage! Suddenly, black light flowed on the cage.

After two breaths, there was a click, and the iron bars on the north side of the cage suddenly fell to the ground. In the panic of the crowd, Qi Yu grabbed Huang Tianbao out with a grab in the air, and laughed strangely:

"You don't know how to live or die, come, let me have fun first!"