Chapter 1485: Diewumeng Enters Longshe Shan

The Mangshan Demon Emperor fled in panic, his retreating figure extremely embarrassed, not pausing for a moment.

Not long after he left, Diewumeng's silhouette appeared; she stared at the aura left in the sky, but there was no one there.

"Why did His Excellency the Demon Emperor leave in such a hurry? What did he encounter inside? Could there be some danger hidden within? Even His Excellency the Demon Emperor cannot oppose it?"

"That shouldn't be the case; if Longshe Shan had such a strong one, there would be no need for the Luotian White Snake Clan to protect it, nor any need to constantly hide in this tiny Longshe Shan."

"Within the Mangshan Mountain Range there are plenty of good places; aren't those with spirit veins even better? They are more suitable for cultivation, so there's no need to hide in Longshe Shan—that place has nothing, not even liked by demon beasts; the mist and miasma spread, and aside from some poisonous creatures, other demon beasts dislike that area."

"Usually one can't be bothered to enter, let alone settle there; once you stay, it's for many years."

"Inside the Mangshan Mountain Range, the strong can have everything, while the weak have no right to refuse."

Diewumeng turned her head and stared at the formation, which was completely wrapped in mist; she could see no trace of Longshe Shan, and within that mist lurked some miasma that continually caused hallucinations, making one lose oneself inside.

She knew the formation of Longshe Shan had changed, becoming far stronger than before, but that wasn't the reason for the Demon Emperor's panicked flight; those formations still couldn't make His Excellency the Demon Emperor so frightened—what exactly did he encounter inside?

"Shall we go in and have a look? Perhaps we could meet him and then trade."

"I'm different from His Excellency the Demon Emperor; I've come seeking cooperation, not trouble—he should agree to see me, right?"

"I have resources, and that person inside perhaps needs them."

Diewumeng stood outside, pondering for a long time; in the end she still took that step, entering the formation—better to go in and see than to hesitate and worry; at worst she could just leave the formation. Her body entered the formation, which was unlike what she had seen from outside: all around was tranquil, with birdsong and floral fragrance, as if she had returned home.

It made her want to dance lightly, but she restrained herself, for all this around her was false, not truly existent.

Diewumeng shook her head, casting away those beautiful thoughts from her mind, and what lay before her began to change.

"All of this is false."

"This formation is interesting; the illusion formation combines the mist and the outside miasma—enter the formation and you'll immediately be affected, and if you become obsessed, you'll be poisoned."

"The poison of the miasma seeps deep into the body; the longer the time, the stronger the toxicity."

"Well schemed, well laid out; the one who set up the formation has calculated everything—if one really falls for it, it'll be troublesome."

Diewumeng finally understood why Xu Kongwang, when he previously entered the formation, fled in such embarrassment, not hesitating to self-destruct his weapons just to leave this formation.

Any person faced with such a formation would do the same—unable to leave, they would be continually drained.

The disgusting aspects of the formation are not limited to these; there are more disgusting places—demonic power is draining, the demonic soul begins to weaken, the whole body is in a state of decline that changes slowly but can be felt.

This is quite dangerous; over time, even she could not endure it.

"This formation is truly disgusting."

"The illusion formation and miasma can also devour demonic power and spiritual force, and they continually affect your judgment; a little carelessness and you'll be affected."

"The one who laid the formation knows how to disgust people; I must not be affected, nor become obsessed."

Diewumeng strove to calm herself, not to be confused by everything around her.

She walked forward all the way; after about half an hour she returned to the starting point, and she knew this was the formation's disgusting nature.

Standing in place, she knew that continuing to walk would yield the same result—it was impossible to leave the formation.

She had tried to break the formation, but she overestimated herself; the formation here is not easy to break, nor easy to……see, unable to see the formation's core, thus unable to see its layout, unable to find the formation's base, unable to find anything—how could one speak of breaking the formation?

A fool's dream.

Mangshan Demon Palace's Diewumeng pays respects to fellow Daoist.

Diewumeng clasped her hands and shouted loudly, hoping Qinglong Daoren could hear.

After shouting, she waited in place, but no one came.

After the time of an incense stick, still no one appeared.

Diewumeng shouted again: "This time I've come to cooperate, not to cause trouble; I know you, fellow Daoist, need resources, and I have brought many, hoping you will show yourself."

To show sincerity, she took out some resources and placed them before her.

Qinglong Daoren waved his hand; those resources instantly flew into his grasp, his form flickered and he appeared before Diewumeng, smiling as he said: "I am Qinglong, I have met Demon King Diewumeng."

Diewumeng finally saw the person himself, overjoyed, she raised her head and scrutinized the man before her; after a while she learned some information from him—this person, no, this demon, is of the True Dragon clan, possessing True Dragon bloodline.

Moreover, it is Azure Dragon Bloodline; at this moment she understood Qinglong Daoren's general identity—previous guesses and doubts were now answered.

"So it is Qinglong Daoist, my apologies for the discourtesy." Diewumeng's attitude was very proper, yet she dared not be the slightest bit negligent.

At the same time, she continually assessed Qinglong Daoren's cultivation and strength, only to find that he was not as formidable as she had imagined; inwardly she wondered, such strength could not deter the Demon Emperor, let alone cause his panicked flight.

Could it be that behind this person lies hidden a strong one?

Or is he merely a puppet?

"This visit of mine to pay respects has disturbed you, fellow Daoist; I need your medicinal pills—these are the resources I brought; please accept them." Diewumeng was full of sincerity, not wishing to offend this person, nor would she speak arrogantly.

The person before him could even deter the Demon Emperor, so he naturally possesses strength; perhaps what she sees is false.

Regardless which is the case, she is seeking help from others, so she naturally would not offend him.

Qinglong Daoren directly accepted them; Diewumeng is more generous and straightforward than the Mangshan Demon Emperor—he likes such forthright people, won't haggle, and takes things as they are.

"Demon King, you're too polite—what kind of medicinal pills do you need?" Qinglong Daoren asked with a smile.

Diewumeng said: "Naturally, pills that enhance cultivation; if you have other kinds, I don't mind—I'll take a bit of each."

She didn't need just one kind of pill; being able to trade many kinds is naturally best.

"Is that so?" Qinglong Daoren pondered a moment, then waved his hand, and several bottles of medicinal pills appeared before her.

Pills for enhancing cultivation, for enhancing the soul, for enhancing the body, and for healing wounds—these are all what Diewumeng needs; this woman is talented and clever, she is straightforward, and Qinglong Daoren is naturally likewise.

Having one more friend is naturally best.

This woman Diewumeng is not simple; in the future they will surely have frequent dealings—this time is a test, and also the building of mutual trust.