Chapter 197 Golden Wings

Lai Long River surged but did not recede, the river water soaring to the sky.

On both banks, the mountain forests were swept by violent winds, and grass, trees, mud, and sand swirled like dragons.

In mid-air, thousands of cultivators struggled and screamed, their Qi and blood churning, their voices hoarse.

High above, a golden Peng bird extended its claws from afar, trying to seize the mountain!

The scene was so terrifying that Zhu Da Hai's body trembled uncontrollably.

Having been in danger for many years, his perception of danger far exceeded that of ordinary people, and he also endured a deeper fear than ordinary people!

"Is this the demon of this realm?"

An Qi Sheng's eyes flickered slightly as he gazed at the sky.

This golden-winged Peng was as large as a star, its wings spanning thousands of miles, its feathers golden and capable of covering the sun, but if that was all, its size would not be greater than the ten great demon ghosts of the Human Realm Dao.

What caught his attention was the substantial, magma-hot Qi and blood. With Qi and blood like the sea, boundless Qi and blood carrying and blessing it, the physique of this golden-winged Peng had reached an astonishing level!

The Qi and blood of a single golden-winged Peng was more terrifying than the combined population of a city of millions!

However, his eyes flashed, and he looked to the northwest.

More than a hundred miles to the northwest, atop a shaking and trembling desolate mountain, a flash of white clothing appeared.

It was Lan Shui Xian.

"Hoo~"

Lan Shui Xian slowly exhaled a breath.

Martial arts cultivation took 'Cave Heaven' as the boundary. Whether in ancient times or now, only those who cultivated 'Cave Heaven' were considered great powers. Once 'Cave Heaven' was cultivated, not only would one's lifespan be three thousand years, but every move would also have the power of 'Cave Heaven' to support it.

This golden-winged Peng was certainly powerful, but it did not seem to be an adult yet, and could not be considered a great power level.

But even if it was not a great power, the Myriad Laws Realm was not something he could contend with at this time.

With a thought, his gaze fell on Mo Bao Bao, who was eager to try: "Bao Bao, although this golden-winged Peng has not cultivated 'Cave Heaven', it is also a great expert in the 'Myriad Laws' realm. We still have to rely on you to take action."

At this moment, he understood somewhat.

That Mo Bao Bao's descent from the mountain could also take away the 'Mount Sumeru' was probably not a coincidence, perhaps the Sect Leader had already calculated this scene.

To lend him a hand.

"Mmm, mmm."

Mo Bao Bao nodded excitedly, rubbed his fingers together, and pointed towards the sky: "Little Gold, smash that bird down for me!"

Buzz~

With Mo Bao Bao's soft rebuke, a round of golden light suddenly emerged from behind him, and the shadow of a majestic mountain range was reflected in the sky.

Boom!

The air currents within hundreds of miles were instantly shattered by the incomparably savage mountain shadow, and the visible air waves, like a heavenly river, flowed back ten thousand feet, scattering the clouds in the sky, blowing the golden-winged Peng bird with wings spanning thousands of miles!

This golden light was as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the nine heavens the moment it appeared. Golden light poured down like a waterfall, and everything invisible to the naked eye in the void was revealed in layers.

The Lai Long River raged, and the violent winds that suddenly rose in many mountains on both banks were completely shattered by some terrifying force. The dust and gravel that were swept up on the ground were also suppressed by some terrifying aura and could not leave the ground.

Many loose cultivators, who were flying across the sky and about to be swallowed by the golden-winged Peng in one gulp, also fell from the sky and crashed heavily into the earth and the river.

An invisible and heavy pressure instantly filled everyone's hearts.

Heaven and earth seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone looked up and saw the shadow of a majestic and sacred mountain range stretching between heaven and earth. From the moment it appeared, it transformed from illusory to solid, as if the earth was taking off and smashing towards the golden-winged Peng bird tens of thousands of feet above!

Screech~

The golden Peng in the sky seemed to sense something the moment the golden light appeared and flapped its wings and cried out.

Its large wings fluttered, stirring up millions of acres of smoke and dust, and the sound waves raged, stirring up thousands of miles of sky. Visible to the naked eye, countless runes flowed in the golden light formed by the endless Qi and blood surging.

At the moment when the 'Mount Sumeru' soared into the sky, tens of millions of sword Qi were generated in the golden light, flowing down against the current like a storm.

It transformed into a torrential flood of divine powers, wanting to block the Mount Sumeru!

The Myriad Laws are one's self.

When the Myriad Laws Realm is achieved, one body can transform into thousands of laws. A single drum of Qi and blood is like thousands of cultivators taking action at the same time.

The momentum was extremely vast.

Boom! Boom!

Hundreds of miles of sky and earth shook constantly under the shocking collision. Mountains collapsed everywhere, the river water boiled and flowed backwards, even the Qian Mountain, which stood beside the mountains like a heavenly sword rising from the ground.

And the mansion that was faintly visible in the divine light also shook, and ripples splashed on the restrictions.

"The Mount Sumeru of the Taiyi Sect!"

Someone exclaimed, recognizing the shadow of the mountain in the sky.

The Taiyi Sect had nine great true forms, and the Mount Sumeru was one of them, a Marquis-level spiritual treasure with boundless power, capable of shattering stars and moons and sinking the earth.

"Mount Sumeru."

The outline of the Mount Sumeru was reflected in An Qi Sheng's eyes.

This Mount Sumeru contained extremely profound principles of law. It was not only a spiritual treasure, but also contained a complete Marquis-level inheritance from True Form, Spiritual Appearance, Transformation God, Heavenly Astral, Myriad Laws, Cave Heaven, to Shattering the Vacuum and Returning to One!

Boom!

The collision lasted far shorter than anyone imagined. The golden-winged Peng with wings spanning thousands of miles was struck by the shadow of this Mount Sumeru.

First, it soared ten thousand feet, scattering blood across the sky, and then it fell like a meteor, pulling out streaks of violently burning white gas.

It was knocked down from the sky with one blow!

Buzz~

The shadow of Mount Sumeru struck and retracted. On the top of the desolate mountain, Mo Bao Bao's face was pale, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Senior Brother, I can't do it anymore! Little Gold is too heavy, I can't smash that bird to death!"

The little guy fell on his butt, sweating profusely, shouting as if he was dehydrated.

Mount Sumeru was a Marquis-level spiritual treasure, containing a Cave Heaven world with the power to shatter the vacuum. How could a little guy in the Spiritual Appearance realm be able to activate it?

This shadow of Sumeru was still the self-generated power of the spiritual treasure, he was just holding the 'key'.

"The Mount Sumeru of the Taiyi Sect!"

A painful roar came from the cracked mountains and collapsed earth.

A heroic young man wearing golden armor stained red with blood stood up in the ruins. Bursts of 'crackling' sounds of fractured bones came from his body.

Qi and blood spread around him like mist, and the principles of law could be faintly seen in the squirming Qi and blood.

Hoo~

He took a deep breath, and the surrounding Qi and blood flowed back against the current, drilling into his body through the pores, without a drop of blood flowing out.

But even so, his face was still pale, and his body was trembling involuntarily, suffering heavy damage.

There was shock and anger in his heart.

He did not expect that a mere junior of the Taiyi Sect would actually bring the Mount Sumeru. The weight of this blow was almost unbearable even with his physique.

If he had not been wearing spiritual treasure armor, he would have been killed or crippled by this blow. Even so, he was almost blown up on the spot.

"Friends of the Golden-Winged Peng clan, why have you come here?"

Lan Shui Xian stood up and blocked Mo Bao Bao, shielding him from the aggressive and cold gaze.

Of the nine provinces of the world, the demon clan occupied one, the ancient remnants occupied one, the remaining seven provinces belonged to the human race, and the islands of the Four Seas belonged to the dragon and phoenix clans.

The other small clans lived in the numerous oases of the boundless desert sea.

This was the rule set by the Guang Long Supreme three thousand years ago when he divided the world. Even though the Guang Long Supreme had passed away for more than twenty thousand years, it had not changed.

Few people violated it.

Because the Guang Long Supreme's imperial court still stood above the clouds in Zhong Province.

"East Province is the ancestral land of my demon clan. If your human race can occupy it, can't even my demon clan come here?"

The heroic young man looked coldly at Lan Shui Xian: "The three great holy lands can't even control it, are you, a mere junior of the Taiyi Sect, worthy?"

"You mixed-feather bird, you dare to scold my Senior Brother!"

Mo Bao Bao stomped his feet angrily, pinched his fingers to form a hand seal, and pointed at him: "Watch me smash you to death!"

Bang!

The young man's hairs stood on end. He flashed, directly broke through the air, moved horizontally for ten miles, and shouted: "You still dare to attack?!"

Mount Sumeru was a Marquis-level spiritual treasure. Even if this junior could not fully activate it, it could still seriously injure or even kill him. How could he not be afraid?

Hoo~

Lan Shui Xian reached out and grasped Mo Bao Bao's finger.

Among the three great holy lands of East Province, the Taiyi Sect was still second. The Golden-Winged Royal Clan was the leader of the demon clan's birds and was known as the Two Royal Clans of the demon clan along with the Divine Ape Clan.

Their strength was comparable to that of the human race's holy lands.

"Golden Peng Armor, Myriad Laws cultivation, I wonder what your ranking is among the current Golden-Winged Royal Clan's Holy Sons?"

Lan Shui Xian's eyes flickered slightly.

The demon clan was more blessed than the human race. Those with strong bloodlines often transformed into the equivalent of the human race's 'Transformation God' realm. The Golden-Winged Royal Clan was even more outstanding, often transforming into the number of Heavenly Astrals.

And this young man had not yet reached adulthood, but he already had Myriad Laws cultivation. Even in the Golden-Winged Peng Clan, he was not an ordinary person.

"You human race does have some knowledge."

The heroic young man looked warily at Mo Bao Bao, who was standing with his hands on his hips and glaring, and his aura stabilized: "This King is Peng Sixteen!"

The demon clan's Holy Son sequence was like the human race's sect's true inheritance sequence. His ranking was sixteen, which was equivalent to the sixteen true inheritors of the human race's holy lands.

This surprised Mo Bao Bao. The Myriad Laws realm was only sixteen, was the demon race of this generation so powerful?

"Sixteen?"

Lan Shui Xian was also slightly surprised, but only for a moment.

The human race was different from the demon race. Before becoming a Great Power, the demon race's lifespan far exceeded that of the human race. In the same generation, there might be those who lived for more than a thousand years, which the human race obviously could not.

Whether it was the Taiyi Sect or the three great holy lands, the true inheritance was renewed every hundred years, but the demon race was every thousand years.

Peng Sixteen should be compared to the top experts among the ten generations of true inheritors of the three great holy lands, not the current generation.

"Now that you know I'm here, why don't you scram!"

Peng Sixteen swept his gaze indifferently over Lan Shui Xian: "Your Spiritual Appearance is well condensed, and your divine body is about to be condensed as well. You should be one of the true inheritors of this generation of the Taiyi Sect? If you retreat now, I can spare your life!"

"Whether you're Sixteen or Thirteen, don't even think about snatching our things. Scram quickly, or I'll smash you into a small pancake!"

Mo Bao Bao waved his fists, and golden light flickered faintly, as if he was about to attack again.

After swallowing a few precious pills, his condition had improved a lot.

"Bastard!"

Peng Sixteen's face twitched, and the veins on both sides of his forehead bulged: "In Qian Mountain, there are my ancestors. This mountain should belong to me!"

He was somewhat wary of this little thing with a sky-piercing braid. This bear child was too fierce.

"You dare to scold me!"

Mo Bao Bao's joy and anger were visible on his face. When he was angry, he wanted to attack.

Peng Sixteen's face was as black as iron. He glanced coldly at Lan Shui Xian and took another step back, crossing the hundred-mile-wide Lai Long River to the opposite bank:

"Good, a Taiyi Sect. I've remembered you!"

"Fellow Daoist Sixteen, please remember it firmly. Don't forget."

Lan Shui Xian touched Mo Bao Bao's head and said lightly: "The former owner has passed away. You and I both have a connection with it, so let's rely on our own abilities."

Hoo~

After saying that, the two also drifted away.

The few people dispersed, seemingly heading to Qian Mountain. The group of loose cultivators who had survived a great disaster were still afraid. Although they were extremely unwilling, most of them were scared away.

Whether it was the human race's righteous, demonic, or evil factions, they could always communicate. But for the demon race, humans were no different from other wild beasts. Lions and tigers could be eaten, and humans were naturally just food in their eyes.

"Golden-Winged Peng..."

An Qi Sheng reached out a hand from the void and grabbed it. A wisp of aura that was almost imperceptible was caught in his hand.

The Mount Sumeru's strike almost blew up the golden Peng, so naturally there was nothing that could be concealed. At this time, in the depths of An Qi Sheng's eyes, a wisp of dark golden spiritual imprint was slowly forming.

Beside him, Zhu Da Hai grinned foolishly, seemingly celebrating that he had escaped a disaster. Beside him was Gan Lu, who had been rescued by An Qi Sheng.

"The demon race, how could there be a demon race?"

Gan Lu was sweating profusely, and his limbs were limp. He had narrowly escaped death. He collapsed on the ground, as if he had lost the ability to move.

Those who condensed a true form had extremely powerful physiques and vitality. Naturally, they would not die from falling from a height.

But of the people on the boat before, he was the only one who survived. The other few had not died in the mouths of demons, but had been hacked to death by their own people during the struggle in mid-air...

"Little guy, little guy."

An Qi Sheng was collecting the scattered spirit of the big bird, Zhu Da Hai seemed to sense something, seemingly happy, and also seemingly frightened:

"That mountain, there's something in that mountain... watching me."