Fate of the Immortals and Demons

Xuanyuan Chuxun looked at the two things on the table. Under the light, they complemented each other and he was deeply moved.

Especially the crystal clear snow-white spiritual flower, which still had traces of blood on it, which looked particularly glaring.

Xuanyuan Chuxun knew that a great favor should not be expressed in words of thanks, so he took a deep breath, followed closely, and sent Mo Hei out the door, saying:

"Xiao Heizi, thank you so much. I, Xuanyuan Chuxun, won't say much more. From now on... from now on..."

Seeing Xuanyuan Chuxun, a man of steel, choked with tears and unable to speak, Mo Hei patted his shoulder, took out a bag of spirit stones and handed it to Xuanyuan Chuxun, saying:

"If you want to repay my kindness, then cultivate diligently. If the Demon King is petty and takes his anger out on you, you don't have to give in and swallow your anger. The world is so vast, there's no place where you can't cultivate successfully."

Xuanyuan Chuxun subconsciously took the heavy bag of spirit stones in his hand, then turned pale with fear and asked hesitantly:

"Little Blackie...what do you mean? But because of me...you..."

"It's none of your business. Take care. See you later."

Mo Hei just waved his hand, flew into the air without looking back, and flew away on his sword under the night sky.

After meeting Xuanyuan Chuxun, Mo Hei became much calmer and composed.

If he had gone to Mingjiabao alone before seeing the little white mouse, not only would there be no hope of revenge, but it would also be tantamount to seeking his own death.

As for now, I think the little white mouse is not in the City of Ten Thousand Demons, and the Demon King has a prejudice and hostility towards me. In this case, there is no point in staying here.

Why not rush to the Ice God Mountain first to see if the little white mouse is still outside the Ice God Mountain? What is going on?

On the way back and forth to the Ice God Mountain, Mo He calmed down completely. After thinking about it, he felt that this matter was too unbelievable.

Not to mention Ming Huayuan, who actually dared to go against his Taoist oath, how could Die'er be so vulnerable?

After all, Die'er was a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. Even if she was not so good, it was impossible for her to be killed by Ming Huayuan's palm when he was only in the Nascent Soul stage.

What's more, Die'er had once vowed to herself that with her own cultivation strength, she could fight against Ming Huayuan and not be at a disadvantage, but even be better.

The only explanation is that Dier was seriously injured and in critical condition before she came to rescue herself.

"That's absolutely right. I'm such a fool. If I could predict this, how could Die'er not know that Ying Xuwei would most likely come to capture me after hearing the news? Why would she return to Wan Yao City to wait for me?"

Thinking of this, Mo Hei suddenly had an epiphany, but the only thing that puzzled Mo Hei was Ming Huayuan. Since he kept saying that he wanted to kill him, why did he suddenly retreat and disappear without a trace?

But right now, I am confused and full of doubts.

Mo Hei had no choice but to rush to Bingshen Mountain, where Die'er and Jinxiu were waiting for him, to find out after some investigation.

If a war really happened, it would be as I expected, and I would probably be able to learn the truth from the little white mouse.

Relying on his own strength, which had already reached the ninth level of foundation-building cultivation, Mo Hei was in no hurry to lose and flew straight towards the Ice God Mountain on his sword.

As for the flying talisman, Mo Hei would not use it easily because the Snow Ying Spirit Flower had already been given to him. After all, it consumed a huge amount of spiritual power.

At this moment, outside the Ice God Mountain, there was nothing but the howling cold wind and floating snowflakes. Apart from the Moon Worshiping Sect Leader, there was no one else left.

It was because after everyone followed Caidie and burned their cultivation to break through the four-sided trap and leave, they were forced to disperse one after another due to the intimidation and warning.

Even Fairy Mingxiu was the same. After she recovered from her shock, she flew straight to Mingjia Castle just to wait for news.

It was not until nightfall that Ming Huayuan returned to Mingjiabao with his injured body.

"Cousin, how is the matter going? Has that demon been brought to justice?"

Mingxiu, who was waiting quietly in the hall, saw Ming Huayuan return with a dejected look. She immediately stood up and asked,

In this hall, in addition to Mingxiu, there are also cultivators from the Tianling Realm and the Xianling Realm.

There are also Yun Ting, the head of the Qingcheng Yun family, Yan Nantian, the prince from the Prince Yan's Mansion, Ye Fengyun, the head of the Ye family from the Yanyue Sect, and others from the Saibei Blood Sword Hall.

One reason these people gathered here was because of personal vendettas.

The other party is coveting the top-grade spiritual herb Snow Ying Ling Hua, which is over 40,000 years old, and the spiritual sand crystal that can improve the quality of foundation building.

After all, apart from Ming Huayuan, who relied on the order of the Immortal Palace and was fearless, he dared to take the risk and get involved in the battle between immortals and demons.

The rest of the people present here have the desire but not the courage to do so, and can only hope to get a share of the pie afterwards.

Ming Huayuan covered his chest with one hand, looking seriously injured. When asked this question, he spat out a mouthful of blood and almost collapsed.

Fortunately, Mingxiu was quick to help him up and then asked in shock:

"Cousin, how did you get so badly injured? The Nascent Soul within your Soul was nearly shattered."

Ming Huayuan, who was seriously injured, smiled bitterly and said:

"I can only blame myself for being too self-deprecating. I brought this upon myself. Fortunately, the Immortal only gave me a warning and did not take my life."

"Could it really be that Void Immortal Stage powerhouse?!"

Not only Guangming Xiu had this thought, the others had the same thought as well. Everyone had a different expression, some were relieved, some were confused, some were surprised, and so on.

"May I ask, fellow Taoist, have you ever seen the face of that Immortal?"

One of the middle-aged cultivators, who was also in the infant transformation stage, couldn't help but stand up and bow to ask.

Mingxiu obviously recognized this person, and replied with a frown:

"Fellow Daoist Youlizi from the Shushan Sword Sect of the Tianling Realm, why are you asking such questions when you already know the answer? Didn't you not show up at the Ice God Mountain and only offer threats?"

"This……"

You Lizi, whose identity was called out by name, was speechless and sat down angrily.

The others also understood at once that it must be the immortal who had ordered them not to follow and who had hidden his figure in the clouds and came to the rescue.

Ming Huayuan was secretly surprised and suspicious. Although he had doubts, he did not ask. Instead, with Mingxiu's support, he answered truthfully:

"My fellow Daoists, to be honest, that Immortal didn't show up, yet with just two words, he was able to inflict severe damage to this old man and terribly shake his mind."

"In that case, then... that person who acted erratically must have been rescued by the Immortal."

"I just wonder what happened to that fairy-like girl who burned her cultivation to the bone in the end?"

"It seems that the battle between immortals and demons is truly beyond the reach of insignificant cultivators like us."

"..."

Upon hearing this and seeing this, a group of cultivators from the Heavenly Spirit Realm, the Immortal Spirit Realm, and the Earthly Spirit Realm began to discuss and express their thoughts.

After this, Ming Huayuan bowed and said:

"My fellow Taoists, I am seriously injured and need to recuperate. I am sorry for my absence. I hope you will forgive me."

"Fellow Daoist, take good care of yourself. We will take our leave!"

"Farewell!"

"..."

Seeing that Ming Huayuan was indeed seriously injured, and perhaps his Nascent Soul was severely damaged, all the cultivators stood up and bowed to say goodbye.

After all, with Ming Huayuan's cultivation level of the Infant Transformation Stage, he was seriously injured when he tried to capture a cultivator who had just succeeded in the ninth-grade foundation-building stage.

It goes without saying that you will hit a wall, and you will end up losing more than you gain, and return empty-handed.

If that's the case, do I still have to stay here, harming others and myself, and deliberately making fun of others?

After personally seeing off all the monks one by one, Ming Huayuan calmed himself down, left Ming Xiu's support, and walked towards the study room, saying:

"Xiao Xiu, come with me to the study. I have something to say to you alone."

Mingxiu just nodded and asked with concern:

"Cousin, your injury..."

Ming Huayuan shook his head slightly and said:

"I'm afraid this injury is incurable, but he won't die for a while."

Mingxiu became angrier the more she thought about it, and said angrily:

"Fortunately, this person has already reached the Void Immortal stage, yet he actually did something that ruined the path of others. He is truly unworthy of being a powerful cultivator in the Void Immortal stage."

Ming Huayuan could only smile bitterly. He was still frightened by the power of those two words and his mind was shaken.

The power of these two words can truly be said to be law, which can shatter one's heart and soul, and cause physical and mental damage.

"Xiao Xiu, can you confirm that this child is truly a demon child?"

After entering the study, Ming Huayuan asked as soon as he sat down.

Mingxiu did not sit down, but came to the window, looked up at the night sky, and said:

"To be honest, this boy is definitely not a true demon. It is another young man named Ding Yubai who is more likely to represent the demon from the demon world."

Ming Huayuan had already taken out the Immortal Palace Order without knowing when, and asked:

"What about Lin Ze? How is he? Where did he go?"

Mingxiu turned around and replied:

"Lin Ze has passed away."

"Oh! How could this be?"

Ming Huayuan was greatly shocked and puzzled. He asked:

"Could it be... that he was destroyed by the immortal?"

Mingxiu shook her head slightly and paused before telling him everything that happened on Bingshen Mountain.

After hearing this, Ming Huayuan threw the Immortal Palace Order in his hand to Ming Xiu and said:

"Take this token! Return it to the people of the Celestial Palace when you have the chance."

Mingxiu took the Immortal Palace Order and said kindly,

"Cousin, you don't have to be like this. After all, you are also a victim in this matter."

Ming Huayuan said with feeling:

"Xiao Xiu, do you know that, under the coercion and inducement of that Jinmao Rat, I swore a Daoist oath that I would never harm even a hair of the Colorful Butterfly Fairy? However, do you also know that, by some strange mistake, I accidentally killed the Colorful Butterfly Fairy with my palm."

Mingxiu hesitated for a moment and said:

"What? How... how could this happen? How... how is this possible? That colorful butterfly... was clearly determined to break out of the formation even at the cost of its cultivation..."

"Even if that's the case, it doesn't erase the fact that I killed the Colorful Butterfly Fairy."

After this incident, Ming Huayuan had clearly seen through his fate and accepted it. He stopped and said:

"Return to the Celestial Spirit Realm as soon as possible and report this to the Yaochi Sect! This battle between immortals and demons is truly mysterious. I'm afraid... I'm afraid it has already transcended time and space..."

"Can it break through time and space?"

Mingxiu held the Immortal Palace Order tightly in her hand, with a myriad of thoughts in her mind.