Demonic realm.

Lu Qingshan has already realized what kind of method this is.

The Demon Realm corresponds to the Tao Realm of human monks, and is a method that can only be used by those with cultivation levels above the seventh level.

This is the ability to control heaven and earth.

The monks in this dark world not only have their visibility reduced to a minimum, but they are also completely cut off from spiritual exploration.

This world has been controlled by the demon who suddenly appeared.

This made everyone very afraid, and the ill-tempered sacrificial spirits even roared and hissed.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

"Stay back," Kui Ling's face changed as he was also pulled into this dark world, and he shouted loudly: "People below the seventh realm, get out of here quickly!"

Although the barbarians on the field were not members of his clan, but they were also barbarians, so Kui Ling instinctively stopped in front of the strange figure, trying to buy time for the barbarian monks to escape.

The same was true for other barbarian major cultivators. Their whole bodies suddenly shone brightly, as if a scorching sun was rising within their bodies.

They stopped in front of this demon clan.

As for those ferocious seventh-grade sacrificial spirits, they were already violently rushing towards the strange figure.

"Hiss--" The strange figure just laughed twice, swayed, and disappeared from the place out of thin air.

The sacrificial spirits jumped into the air and looked around angrily, looking for the missing demonic person, and then found that the person had appeared several hundred feet to the left.

Between the darkness and the darkness, several more balls of black energy flew out of the demon's body and fell on several barbarian monks with low cultivation levels.

These barbarian monks had no strength left to resist. Their strong, vigorous fleshy bodies shriveled up quickly, and finally turned into mummies and collapsed to the ground.

This terrifying scene made many barbarian monks greatly fearful.

For a moment, the energy of blood surged into the sky, and the barbarian monks stood ready. Everyone was in danger, and they quickly swept back, preparing to escape from the area.

Lu Qingshan did the same and fled here in a hurry.

When turning around, Lu Qingshan subconsciously glanced at the statue in the center of the lake.

This was not the first time he looked at this statue. Every time he looked at it, he felt an inexplicably familiar aura. He also thought about it carefully, but in the end he found nothing.

But this time, the familiar aura on the statue was particularly strong.

Unfortunately, the situation was urgent and he didn't have time to think too much about the statue.

Withdrawing his gaze, Lu Qingshan then retreated. King Xishu had already returned to his original form and hid in his sleeves.

Fortunately, that strange figure seemed to just want to mess up the situation, and had no intention of killing the barbarian monks, so it completely relaxed the restrictions of the Demon Realm, allowing them to move more easily.

Otherwise, if the casters of the Demon Realm are deliberately targeting them, they will be unable to move even in the Demon Realm.

"This demonic realm must be broken first," Kuiyue Clan Chief roared, "Follow me and take action!"

Lu Qingshan heard the voice of Patriarch Kuiyue, but he did not look back.

He did not dare to put his hope in others, so he could only speed up again and escape from the Demon Realm first.

The retreat went exceptionally smoothly.

Not long after, Lu Qingshan's eyes lit up, and the sunlight that had disappeared for a long time fell on him again.

He left the Demon Realm without any danger.

We have to leave this place, there’s no telling what will happen next!

Lu Qingshan's heart moved and he was about to fly away to the east.

To the east is the direction away from the wilderness.

Although the demonic people who came with unknown intentions did not seem to have much murderous intention towards the barbarian monks, the feeling of having life and death in the hands of others was not pleasant.

So it would be best for him to leave the wilderness as soon as possible.

Bang!

Just as Lu Qingshan was about to leave, he heard a thunderous explosion in the distance.

The battle on An Cang Molong's side is still going on.

Lu Qingshan's figure suddenly stopped, and the previous thought came up again.

Do you want to go and have a look?

An Cang Molong's battle took place deep in the ancestral land. If he chose to watch, he would have to pass by here again when he came back.

"Just take a look from a distance and then leave. Be careful and nothing will happen." Lu Qingshan didn't hesitate for too long, gritted his teeth, and finally decided to take the risk.

More than a thousand sacrificial souls failed to give him the birth of the Holy Spirit of Sword Qi. If he missed this opportunity, he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to reach the stage where the Sword Qi takes form?

After making up his mind, Lu Qingshan no longer hesitated, first put King Xishu into the spirit beast bag, and then flew towards the battle site of An Cang Molong at low altitude.

His speed was extremely fast, and after half a quarter of an hour, Lu Qingshan finally reached a distance enough to clearly see the figures of both sides of the battle.

In the blue sky, two figures are constantly intertwining and colliding fiercely. The space seems to be slightly rippling under this fierce offensive, and terrifying energy is spreading in all directions.

The area around their battle site was already in a mess, with rocks flying everywhere.

On both sides of the battle, on one side was a middle-aged male cultivator who was in his forties and had an elegant appearance.

But the black demonic energy rolling around his body destroyed this elegant feeling.

On the other side is a five-clawed black dragon.

The black dragon's horns are crystal clear and shimmering, and its body is covered with black scales.

Those scales are like armor, each one is as big as a door, and it shines with a little bit of brilliance. Just looking at it is shocking.

In the black clouds, the dark blue-black body of the Dark Cang Ink Dragon loomed, a hundred feet long, and as thick as the back of a mountain.

This is the beast of the barbarian clan, the dragon clan that stands tall in the sky.

An Cang Molong stands in the void, and every time he moves, the void will tremble.

The invisible pressure came down from a distance of more than ten miles, making Lu Qingshan's mind tremble.

"Is this the dragon clan?" Lu Qingshan's figure was hidden in the mountain forest, strange colors flashed in his eyes, and he looked confusedly at the dark ink dragon that seemed to be the black Great Wall.

Observe the shape and understand its meaning.

Endless desolation and eternity appeared in Lu Qingshan's mind.

He has a clear insight into every detail of the fire to darkness Cang Molong's body.

In this meticulous observation, he even felt the terrifying power contained in his body.

The strong sense of crisis seemed to stimulate Lu Qingshan's potential, making his observation speed unprecedentedly fast.

Bang bang bang!

Continuous crashing sounds echoed in the air.

Lu Qingshan took a deep breath and mentally sketched the appearance of Dark Cang Molong.

The feeling that the sword energy creature in the sea of ​​consciousness is about to be born becomes more and more obvious.

The next moment, his sea of ​​​​consciousness began to surge and roll, as if some terrifying beast was trying to come out of the depths of the sea to take a look at the outside world.

Come out, come out!

Lu Qingshan kept shouting in his heart.

boom!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a huge roar suddenly came.

He seemed to hear the roar of a ferocious beast.

Then.......

Some of them disappeared, the roaring sound disappeared, the feeling that the sword energy and the Holy Spirit were about to be born also disappeared, and even the rolling sea of ​​consciousness returned to calm.

Lu Qingshan's breathing was rapid.

The terrifying beast lurking in the depths of the sea of ​​​​consciousness failed to poke its head out in the end.

In other words, after observing more than a thousand sacrificial spirits and an eighth-grade dragon, he still failed to give birth to a sword-qi creature.
Chapter completed!