Chapter 2095

Tenth Volume, War of the Demon Realm, Chapter 2720: Second Entry into Phantom Howl

However, the disheveled man was after all a Body Integration cultivator who had been renowned for many years; the moment the strange emotion arose in Fang Yi, he immediately sensed his own abnormality, and at once bit his tongue tip fiercely, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood.

In the next moment, relying on the aid of intense pain, his consciousness finally returned to normal, but his gaze toward the white-clad woman was now filled with terror, as if looking at a poisonous scorpion.

"The power of Mahayana—you are the Holy Ancestor of the demon race!"

Although the disheveled man's magic power was greatly diminished, his divine sense remained strong as before; yet upon a single encounter with the white-clad woman, he was affected to such an extent.

This absolutely cannot be something a Body Integration realm cultivator could achieve; he naturally immediately thought of the existence in the demon realm he least wished to encounter.

"Holy Ancestor! Well, roughly speaking. I have some questions I need to ask you; if you cooperate honestly, I will let you die without pain and even leave a possibility for reincarnation. If you are unwilling, I will have to use some special methods to make your soul and spirit scatter and vanish completely." The white-clad woman was naturally the Treasure Flower Holy Ancestor who had been following Han Li and the others; at this moment, she calmly asked the disheveled man.

"Since I have fallen into your hands, Senior, Lin has nothing to insist upon. Senior, please ask away." The Lin family cultivator's face alternated between gloom and clear for a while before finally forcing a bitter smile and speaking.

"You are quite sensible; now release your Primordial Spirit." The Treasure Flower Holy Ancestor smiled faintly, and in that instant, her smile made a hundred flowers lose their color, but she immediately raised a jade finger and pointed it at the man among the flower trees.

"Puchi"!

A cluster of pink spiritual light shot out; after a flicker, it transformed into a hazy, wondrous flower, which flew into the disheveled man's forehead.

The man's face changed greatly; after a brief hesitation, he still sighed long and gave up resistance, releasing his Primordial Spirit.

At this moment, he could only gamble that this demon race Holy Ancestor, out of regard for her status, would not go back on her word and would leave him a slim chance for reincarnation.

In the next moment, the man's eyes froze, his gaze became dim and lifeless, and several strands of pink, strange demonic patterns appeared on his forehead, flickering intermittently with strange spiritual light.

The ugly brawny man beside him, watching the disheveled man's current state, revealed a hint of a cold smile on his face.

After the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, the white-clad woman raised her dark eyebrows, and with one hand, she made a hand seal without the slightest trace of smoke or fire.

Originally, the pink flower tree light binding the disheveled man suddenly surged, and amidst a series of light sounds, it transformed into clusters of pink flames, instantly reducing his body to ashes.

Only a point of white light remained unharmed in the flames; finally, it let out a mournful cry and shot straight up into the sky, flashing and vanishing at a height of over a hundred zhang.

The Treasure Flower Holy Ancestor paid no heed to all this; she merely extended her hand-seal palm forward and made a grasping motion in the void.

"Sou"!

A pink wondrous flower floated out from the flames, flew straight toward the white-clad woman, and finally drifted slowly into her palm, then vanished in a flash.

Several pink demonic patterns appeared on the white-clad woman's face; as her eyes' crystalline light flowed for a moment, she closed her eyes.

Amidst the flickering of the demonic patterns, the woman's face showed no expression at all, as if she had become an ice sculpture.

Meanwhile, the black-armored brawny man took a few steps to stand beside the woman and honestly stood with his hands bound at her side.

After half an hour, the woman's eyelids twitched, and she opened her beautiful eyes again, revealing a pair of eyes as dark as stars.

"Treasure Flower my lord, have you obtained useful information!" The black-armored man, seeing this, asked carefully.

"I have obtained some! Although not much, at least I now know their plot to enter the Holy Realm. It turns out they are after the Spirit-Cleansing Pool and the Spirit-Purifying Lotus—these two things—this is truly an unexpected matter!" The Treasure Flower Holy Ancestor said thoughtfully.

"Spirit-Cleansing Pool, Spirit-Purifying Lotus? What are these, that they would dare to take such great risks?" The black-armored brawny man wondered aloud.

"Those who know of these two items, even throughout the Holy Realm, number no more than ten. Even some Holy Ancestors know nothing of them. You not knowing is hardly surprising." The woman replied calmly.

"Then what exactly is so miraculous about these two things that they would cause this group of Spirit Realm cultivators to flock to them like moths to a flame? It must be no small matter." The black-armored brawny man turned his eyes a few times, asking somewhat strangely.

"You need not worry too much about this. Although these two items are profoundly mysterious to Spirit Realm people, to us Holy Race people, they are harmful and of no benefit." As if seeing through the brawny man's thoughts, the Treasure Flower Holy Ancestor replied lightly.

"Since they are of no use to our Holy Race, I, as a petty person, have no interest in them." The brawny man split his big mouth in a grin and replied after scratching the back of his head.

At this moment, the Treasure Flower Holy Ancestor no longer concerned herself with this matter; instead, her eyes flashed as she said lightly:

"Since I know their purpose for this journey, where they intend to go, I have a rough idea as well. In the coming time, we need not follow them into the Phantom Howl Desert; we can simply wait at the place they are headed. When I returned to the Holy Realm this time, I originally planned to finish this matter first, then go visit a few old friends. Now, it seems we can even get a head start." The Treasure Flower Holy Ancestor lifted her head to gaze at the sky, her eyes flashing with an unusual color as she spoke.

"No matter where my lord Treasure Flower wishes to go, I will surely follow to the death." The black-armored brawny man shouted without hesitation.

The Treasure Flower Holy Ancestor revealed a hint of satisfaction in her expression, but suddenly recalled something and gave an order:

"Also, that little human girl, she is still useful to me; when you return, bring her along with me on the journey—do not harm her life!"

"Yes, my lord!" The brawny man, though slightly surprised, bowed his head and hastily replied.

The white-clad woman nodded, then turned her head to glance twice at Phantom Night City, and a hint of a strange smile appeared on her face; shortly after, she swept one sleeve forward in front of her body.

Instantly, countless pink flower petals flew out, and after swirling around, they instantly transformed into a soaring wind pillar, from within which faint sounds of wind and thunder could be heard.

The black-armored brawny man, witnessing this, without hesitation grabbed at the void near a nearby earth pit, then stomped his feet hard on the ground; his body flickered, and he shot into the wind pillar like an arrow.

After a muffled sound from within the earth pit, a small figure flew out and also flashed into the wind pillar in an instant.

It was none other than the terrified Zhu Guo'er.

The wind pillar let out a roar, then suddenly expanded and exploded. Amidst the scattering pink light points, not a trace of the three remained.

……

Two days later, at dusk, on an inconspicuous earth mound at the edge of the Phantom Howl Desert, two eight-legged magic lizards were calmly kneeling in the sand.

And on the backs of these magic beasts, two figures sat steadily.

One wore a long green robe, the other was an old man in Confucian attire—indeed, it was Han Li and the Spirit Race's old scholar, "Holy Spirit."

Both sat cross-legged on the eight-legged magic lizards, their expressions calm, not speaking, as if waiting for something.

These two had been stationed here in advance by the Long Family Patriarch to specifically receive and respond to other operations.

And these two magic lizards were naturally the ones Han Li had obtained from the Bai family.

After an unknown amount of time, spiritual light flashed in the sky toward Phantom Night City; several faint escape lights flickered into view and shot straight toward Han Li and the two.

Han Li and the old scholar could not help but their expressions stir slightly.

After a few flickers, the escape lights descended downward; the figures of the feather-clad maiden, the Thousand Autumn Holy Maiden, and others instantly appeared on the earth mound.

Han Li swept his gaze over the few people, then smiled and spoke:

"Several fellow cultivators, it seems the operation has proceeded fairly smoothly."

"Han Brother, you can see it clearly. The Zhao family lacks those two demon monarchs to hold the fort, and mere restrictions cannot stop our joint effort. This trip yielded a total of eight magic lizards; besides each person getting one, there is still one spare eight-legged magic lizard!" The feather-clad maiden said with a charming smile.

From the way she spoke, it was evident that the previous operation had been very easy.

"That's good. Now we only need to wait for Long Brother and White Qie Daoist to return. With their late-stage Body Integration divine powers, shaking off two demon monarchs should not be too difficult!" Han Li nodded, a smile at the corner of his mouth, but his gaze unconsciously flicked to the Spirit Race youth named "Zhi Shui," and he secretly frowned in his heart.

It seemed the yin-cold aura on the Spirit Race Holy Spirit's body had grown denser than before.

But the spirit clan youth had a blank expression, wisps of cold air rising from his entire body, his gaze toward Han Li utterly indifferent, appearing extremely dull and wooden.

"Haha, Han brother, don't worry! Long Mou and Bai Daoist have long since shaken off those two Zhao family demon lords."

Suddenly, from high above, came the hearty laughter of the Long family elder.

Then space trembled, and the Long family elder, smiling broadly, and a patch of white misty light flashed into view simultaneously.

"So it turns out Daoist Long has also arrived. I don't know where those two Zhao family demon lords are now?" Han Li raised his eyebrows, his eyes slightly brightening as he asked.

"Rest assured, Daoist Han! They have already been lured by us into the carefully prepared spell formation beforehand; without a day and a night, it's utterly impossible for them to escape." The "Bai Qi" in the white light replied calmly and directly.

"Excellent. Since everyone is here, then bring out all the eight-legged demon lizards, and let's set off immediately!" The Thousand Autumn Holy Maiden said joyfully.

"Elder Sister Qianqiu's words exactly match my own!" The feather-clad maiden of the Ye family also voiced her agreement in one breath.

Naturally, the others had no objections either; immediately, the feather-clad maiden and the Thousand Autumn Holy Maiden each raised a hand, and instantly released one demon lizard after another.

The Long family elder and the others all swiftly mounted their demon beasts, and the group immediately flew toward the Phantom Howl Desert, and after a short while, they completely vanished into the dull gray wind and sand.

One day later, at the edge of the sky, suddenly came the sound of tearing air; two clusters of black light flickered with faint blood light as they descended from heaven. After one flicker, two gaunt old men in brocade robes suddenly appeared on the earthen mound where Han Li and the others had previously been, both wearing furious expressions, exuding thick black killing intent.

"Their aura seems to have lingered here for a moment; they must have entered the Phantom Howl Desert." One elder glanced around, then lifted his gaze to the distant gray sand plain, his expression extremely grim as he spoke. Ro! 。

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