Chapter 128: The Ten Thousand Demons are Over, and the Red Emperor City is in Turbulence
"I am a cultivator from the Cangxuan Territory, not a cultivator from outside the Territory."

Meng Chen heard the Golden Winged Peng King's doubt and said calmly.

Monk Cang Xuan?! How is it possible that such a terrifying existence could be born in this small area!

When the Golden-Winged Peng King and the others heard this, they were shocked. They thought that their master was the supreme genius of the upper three domains, but they didn't expect that he was just a native of the lower domain.

Meng Chen fell into deep thought. He naturally did not want to miss the immortal essence left by the immortal.

If he could make use of its magical powers to guide out the potential of the immortal body, not to mention ascending directly to become an immortal, but it should be no problem for him to break through one or two small realms.

Thinking of this, he asked the Golden Winged Peng King again: "Where is the Sanxian Dao hidden?"

The big golden roc shook its head, it didn't know either.

The news they received from the Tianji Pavilion was that the Immortal Daozang would soon be born in the Cangxuan Domain, but they did not know the exact location and time, unless they spent a huge price to ask the Tianji Pavilion again.

Seeing this, Meng Chen did not ask any more questions. Afterwards, he used the Jade Disc of Creation to deduce the location of the immortal's Taoist treasure.

"Who is the Demon Soul Venerable?"

Meng Chen thought of the threats made by the demon spider he had swallowed before, and mentioned the Demon Soul Master.

When the Golden-Winged Roc King heard the words of Demon Soul Venerable, a hint of contempt appeared in his bird eyes and his tone was full of disdain.

"Heh~ That guy is just a half-dead old fellow who has reached the Dao halfway. He is so proud that he gave himself the title of Demon Soul Venerable, but he is as timid as a mouse. He dared not come to Cangxuan Territory himself, so he sent his most powerful offspring here. In the end, he was swallowed and killed by you, my Lord."

The Demon Soul Venerable had also taken the immortal essence liquid before. Although his cultivation was higher than that of the Golden Winged Roc King, due to his short lifespan and the decline of his blood, he was now in a half-dead state. He was dormant in an ancient poisonous forest in the Demonic Realm, barely surviving, and his actual combat power was not as good as that of the Golden Winged Roc King.

When Meng Chen heard this, he thought it was the Venerable Hedao, but he didn't expect it to be a half-disabled guy, not even as good as the Great Golden Peng, so it was impossible for him to be his opponent.

Meng Chen's face turned serious and he gave the first order to the six gods-level creatures.

"Go and wipe out these two sects. Deal with them cleanly without leaving any residue..."

"Yes, my lord."

Although Xiao Jinpeng and the others were all injured to varying degrees and could not display their full combat power, they still had 60 to 70 percent of their strength. It was a great honor for them to have six deity-level creatures attacking the Ghost Shadow Sect and the Blood Demon Sect at the same time.

Meng Chen rode on the big golden roc and headed to Chidi City.

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Chidi City has been extremely lively during this period. Many surrounding forces and some powerful sects have sent strong men and outstanding disciples to the city. It seems that something big is about to happen.

On the busy and bustling streets, there were many people wearing different clothes, all exuding a dangerous aura.

There are even people with extremely poisonous snakes wrapped around their bodies, or playing with scorpions in their hands. The sharp hooks make people feel cold, and the venom is brewing in the hooks. If you are scratched by them, you will definitely die.

They are poison cultivators from the Evil Realm. Unlike alchemists, they practice poison skills that can kill people invisibly and make people feel nauseous. Most cultivators are unwilling to be their enemies.

At this moment, this group of poison cultivators were fighting against a group of shirtless men with various monster patterns on their bodies. Each of the men was over three meters tall, with thick arms like pillars, and fists as big as casseroles. They were wearing monster skins, and their exposed muscles were as hard as granite, with various scars, and full of masculinity. Many female cultivators were aroused by the hard muscles of the men.

These tall and strong men came from the Northern Wilderness.

"Hehehe~ Guys from the Beast Barbarian Tribe, do you want to die? How dare you block our way?"

Among the evil poison cultivators, there was an old man wearing a black robe and with a few wisps of gray hair. He made a sickening sound like a crow, and wisps of dark green aura surrounded his body, making people shudder. Wherever he passed, flowers and plants withered and all living things were poisoned.

A five-meter-tall burly man who was leading the Northern Wilderness Region snorted coldly and directly dispersed the poisonous gas that was drifting over. He had tattoos of the divine beast Black Nether Blood Dragon on his body. His face was ferocious and he exuded a violent aura, making people feel like they were facing a ferocious dragon. It was extremely terrifying.

"You evil rat, put away your tricks. You think your soul-eating poison can harm us? That's wishful thinking."

The fierce dragon-like sturdy man looked at the skinny old man with disdain in his eyes. They had been bathing in all kinds of beast blood and poisons since childhood in the Northern Wilderness, and had long been immune to all poisons. The poisonous gas of the evil poison cultivator was as simple as air to them.

When the evil poison practitioners heard the mockery from the fierce dragon man, their eyes changed slightly. He thought the man was too arrogant and dared to look down on their poison techniques.

The skinny old man looked at the monster pattern on the ferocious dragon man's body and revealed a trace of fear. Anyone who could have the monster pattern transformed into a divine beast must be a strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage or even in the great perfection stage. But no one, even a strong man in the great perfection stage of the Nascent Soul stage, could dare to look down on him, an evil and poisonous cultivator.

The skinny old man raised his hand, and dark purple gas swirled around his fingertips. Faintly, the wailing faces of living creatures could be seen emerging from it, and shrill cries could be heard echoing in the surroundings and slowly spreading.

The passers-by around were so frightened that they moved away one after another. Some passers-by who did not have time to escape inhaled some of the poisonous gas and suddenly showed mournful expressions. They knelt on the ground and cried loudly, as if a close family member had died.

As the cries of passers-by grew louder, wisps of life breath were gradually drawn out and gathered in the skinny old man's fingertips. The deep purple poison gas ~ the ghost's mourning cry gradually became thicker, and the crying of the ghost face became clearer, which was creepy.

"Since you think that the poison gas of my evil poison cultivator is harmless to you, why don't you try this?"

The skinny old man's face, which was like a dead tree trunk, showed a strange smile. The fierce dragon-like man showed a heavy expression, and bright red blood appeared on his body. He turned into a terrifying blood dragon that roared towards the sky, and surrounded the young people behind him to protect them.

He himself is not afraid, but these little guys behind him are not.

But just as the skinny old man was about to make a move, a huge khaki-colored hand that was more than ten feet wide condensed in the sky. It was as hard as topaz and came down with gusts of wind pressure, like a mountain pressing down on one's head, irresistible. The overwhelming pressure directly dispersed the pervasive dark purple poisonous gas.

Under the giant yellow hand, many evil poison cultivators were forced to kneel on the ground, like a puddle of mud, with fear in their eyes.

The visitor is the deputy city lord of Huangdi City, Xuanyuan Houtu, who is half a step away from becoming a god.

Beside him were three representatives from Baidi City, Heidi City, and Qingdi City who came to discuss the matter.

"You dare to act so recklessly in Five Emperors City, you are seeking death."

Although Xuanyuan Houtu is the deputy lord of Huangdi City, logically speaking, he does not need to intervene if someone is causing trouble in Chidi City.

But the Five Emperors City is of the same blood, and if someone is causing trouble, and it is a guy from the Evil Realm, he will naturally not sit idly by.

The thick earth hand pressed hard and buried all the evil and poisonous cultivators directly into the soil.

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