The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the dark sky, a one-sided war unfolded like a doomsday scene, and the battle between the extraterritorial demons and the human race reached an unprecedented climax.

On the battlefield, the demons take on all kinds of strange forms, and every scene is enough to shock the strongest heart.

First, there are the beholders that float in the void. They are not only peepers, but also the source of fear. Each of their dark green eyes is like a deep black hole in the universe, constantly spinning and releasing rays that can penetrate the depths of the soul.

These rays interweave into an invisible net in the air, gradually wearing away the fighting spirit of the human monks and making their courage tremble in the face of fear.

Immediately afterwards, the ground shook, and a group of terrifying giant balls woven from countless arms slowly rose up. It was the shocking appearance of the Hundred-Armed Demon.

Each of its arms contained destructive power, some lashed out like iron whips, while others turned into sharp blades to cut the air.

But the most frightening things are those arms that can flexibly control the five elements. They release scorching devil flames or icy cold frost, turning the battlefield into a purgatory.

On the edge of the battlefield, a group of blood demons that seemed to be made up of broken limbs approached silently. They were like walking nightmares, and every step was accompanied by a bloody breath.

These blood demons shuttled through the crowd, tearing through the defenses with their sharp claws and vicious attacks, leaving behind a trail of shocking scars.

However, in this chaos, the most eye-catching thing is the skeleton demon with six arms that controls green flames.

It stood in a posture beyond life and death, its body made of dry bones, but it looked unusually vivid under the reflection of the green flames.

The six arms fight independently but also cooperate with each other tacitly. One arm wields a long sword made of flames, while the other releases a green fireball, instantly igniting everything around.

What's even more amazing is that it can summon huge green fire storms through complex seals between its arms, which can sweep up large groups of human monks and turn them into ashes.

In this melee, the sky was torn apart by the power of various magical powers, and the earth was stained red with blood and fire.

But it was this brutal battle that inspired the unity of the human monks. They supported each other and fought together.

Faced with this unprecedentedly powerful enemy, the human monks displayed amazing perseverance and tenacity.

On the battlefield baptized by the flames of war, there were human cultivators who relied on their tough bodies to fight against the demons, and there were also cultivators who displayed all kinds of extraordinary magic spells, making the entire battlefield colorful and full of dangers.

In the sky, flying swords streaked across the sky like meteors, each of which contained the will and magic power of the practitioner.

Under the control of human sword cultivators, these flying swords sometimes turned into sharp sword rain, attacking the demons in an impenetrable manner; sometimes they gathered into sword formations, forming an indestructible defensive barrier.

As the sword flashed, the demon's offensive was broken time and time again, and those demon creatures that dared to approach were often turned into nothing under the sword's light.

At the same time, the fluctuations of the five elements magic intertwined into a web above the battlefield.

Fire spells were like flaming tornadoes, instantly transforming an area into a sea of ​​fire, burning any demons that dared to set foot there.

Water spells transform into huge waves or form an ice field to restrict the actions of demons.

There are also huge rock barriers with earth-based spells, providing solid cover for every monk.

The sharp sword energy of the gold magic penetrated the demons' defense and hit their vital points.

Wood-based spells are endless, restoring the physical strength of the wounded and providing a constant supply of spiritual support to other monks.

Talismans, as the crystallization of the ancient wisdom of the human race, also played a huge role in battle.

The monks held various talismans in their hands, some of which could summon thunder from the sky to bombard the demon army in the distance.

Some can form a protective barrier to resist the attacks of demons.

There are also advanced talismans that can cause changes in heaven and earth, resulting in local natural disasters and putting the demons in crisis.

In addition, magic weapons, as weapons of human monks, are indispensable in battle.

Some magic weapons can release the power to destroy the world. With one blow, demons fall in large numbers; some have strange abilities and assist warriors in battle.

The collision between the magic weapons produced dazzling light and deafening sound, shaking the entire battlefield.

In this feast of fighting, the human cultivators fully demonstrated their endless means and courage.

Not only are they proficient in various spells and skills, but they can also use them flexibly in battle and cooperate with each other to form a powerful fighting force.

Thanks to their efforts, the demons' offensives were defeated again and again, and the situation on the battlefield gradually tilted towards the human race.

However, this is just an illusion.

In the sky, deep in the black demonic energy that covered the sky and seemed to be able to devour all light, several fourth-level demons with eyes flashing with faint green light were suspended.

They were surrounded by wisps of demonic energy, like the most dangerous hunters in the night, examining the chaotic battlefield below with an almost morbidly greedy gaze.

On the battlefield, the battle between humans and demons was fierce and cruel, but in the eyes of the demons, those demon warriors who fought hard seemed so weak, as if they were just a foil to highlight their powerful existence.

"Humph, these so-called 'demon soldiers' probably hid in the safest corners during the epic war between the spirit world and the human race, enjoying the fruits of victory."

"Now, facing these weaker humans in the lower realm, it seems so powerless." The sharp and piercing voice once again broke the silence of the demonic energy, carrying a bit of disdain and ridicule.

The speaker was a demon with a distorted face and a cruel smile on his lips. His eyes were full of desire for blood and contempt for the weak.

"However, since my colleagues have not yet found the desired 'Human Pill', then I, Xue Lian, will harvest the remaining human souls and flesh on this battlefield."

"When the time comes, don't blame me, Xue Lian, for not caring about the ties between our clansmen and enjoying this delicious meal first." Xue Lian's words revealed unquestionable arrogance, as if all the living creatures on the battlefield were already in his pocket.

However, just as he was about to take action, a deeper and more majestic voice came from the depths of the demonic energy, interrupting Xue Lian's arrogance: "Shut up! Xue Lian, have you forgotten the will of the Demon Lord?"

"These human pills were specially ordered by the Demon Lord to be kept in captivity. They are not only food reserves for the future, but also an important part of our demon clan's plan to completely erode the spirit world."

The speaker was a bone demon with a huge body and green flames all around him. Although his voice was low, it contained an irresistible power. It was obvious that he held a very high status among the demons.

"If you insist on swallowing all these 'human pills', how can we explain to the Demon Lord? By then, I'm afraid even you, Xue Lian, will not be able to escape punishment."

There was a hint of warning in the words of this bone demon, which forced Xue Lian, who was originally ready to act, to curb his greed.