Chapter 1875

Inside Longshe Shan, Qinglong Daoren stood with hands behind his back, gazing at the Kunpeng Guardian within the Formation. He had indeed come, and he was coming straight for me, seeking the Blackwater Dragon Palace; naturally his target is Ao Hei. What on Ao Hei could be worth such a search? It's certainly not simple.

Qinglong Daoren also didn't know what it was; he didn't ask, and Ao Hei didn't volunteer the information. As for others' secrets, he never proactively inquires, choosing instead to wait; when the time comes, Ao Hei will naturally spill everything.

The Kunpeng Guardian also sought out the Mangshan Demon Palace, hoping to use Diewumeng's power to suppress himself; unfortunately, he didn't realize that Diewumeng is one of his own—he approached the wrong person, and no one will help him.

He came in person, entered the Formation of Longshe Shan, risking his person; the Kunpeng Guardian has a bit of brains, but not much.

"Kid, this is a Split Soul of the Kunpeng Guardian; if you can kill him and refine him into a pill for me to eat, I dare not say anything else—later, whatever you tell me to do, I will do." Heishanyang's mouth watered, and he began urging Qinglong Daoren to slaughter the Kunpeng Guardian's Split Soul.

A Split Soul is at most the strength of the first or second Tribulation; Qinglong Daoren currently cultivates at the first Tribulation, his ability surely not limited, and with the Formation's advantage, he could slay this Split Soul—since the Kunpeng Guardian has come to the door, how could we let him leave?

Letting the tiger return to the mountain is certainly not a good habit.

"Heishanyang, you want me to die sooner—you can just say it. I'm not afraid of a Split Soul of the Kunpeng Guardian, but what about his main body?" Qinglong Daoren said speechlessly: "Killing this Split Soul, the Kunpeng Guardian's true form will certainly not let it rest; when his true self comes personally, what can I use to resist him?"

"Even if the Kunpeng Guardian is wounded, we cannot stop him; his Split Soul already has the strength of the second Tribulation—one can imagine how powerful his true form is."

Qinglong Daoren certainly doesn't want to court death; killing the Kunpeng Guardian's Split Soul would be satisfying, but the consequences are beyond what he can bear.

Furthermore, Diewumeng sent word from his side, telling him not to kill the Kunpeng Guardian, but to keep using the Formation to trap him and prevent his departure; that way, the Kunpeng Guardian's true form will not act rashly or impulsively.

Thus to restrain the Kunpeng Guardian's true form, buying more time to ensure they can rapidly increase their strength; for now, their power is not yet sufficient, they need to keep improving, time is what they need most—whether the Mangshan Demon Palace, the Luotian White Snake Clan, or Qinglong Daoren, all require time to raise their cultivation; other matters can be left untouched, as far as possible avoid interference.

"Kid, you're already in the Tribulation Realm, not the Dao Realm—what's there to fear?"

"You must understand you are the Split Soul of Chen Chuyang; how could you fear a mere Split Soul?" Heishanyang continued to urge, truly wanting to eat the Kunpeng Guardian's Split Soul; he had a premonition that this Split Soul carries tremendous energy, and eating it would surely boost his strength further.

Before, it wouldn't even dare to think about this; now, however, it is truly eager.

Qinglong Daoren gave it a sideways glance, refusing to believe its nonsense.

"Alright, don't keep saying that; if you want to eat him, go yourself—I won't go." Qinglong Daoren spread his hands, letting Heishanyang figure it out on his own; he would not intervene, and if Heishanyang could kill the Kunpeng Guardian's Split Soul, he would have nothing to say.

"..." Heishanyang stared, astonished that Qinglong Daoren wouldn't take the bait; after breaking through the Tribulation Realm, this kid remains the same—steady and lecherous.

Just like that Chen Chuyang kid, he can avoid acting, and will absolutely not act.

He does not undertake any risky endeavors.

"Isn't it just that I can't beat him? If I had the strength, I'd have eaten him long ago." Heishanyang complained.

Lacking strength, all talk is nonsense; if it had that ability, it wouldn't need Qinglong Daoren to lift a finger—it would have eaten him already.

Like the White Wolf Demon General, swallow him in one gulp, giving him no chance to leak word.

"I don't have it either." Qinglong Daoren spread his hands, saying with a helpless expression.

"..." Heishanyang sighed helplessly once again.

Inside the Formation.

The Kunpeng Guardian blinked, somewhat dumbfounded.

Gazing at the mist before him, where one cannot see five fingers ahead, his Spiritual Sense could not penetrate outward; he wanted to try extending it to survey the situation, examine the Formation's details, then break the Formation before him, but discovered… his Spiritual Sense and demonic power were devoured by the mist, and anything released would be drained by one-fifth.

The farther the penetration, the more Spiritual Sense is devoured.

The Kunpeng Guardian hastily withdrew his Spiritual Sense, not daring to keep looking around, and said with lowered head: "This mist is truly disgusting; when not using Spiritual Sense or demonic power, it clings to the body's surface, slowly devouring this Guardian's demonic power and soul force; once the Guardian exerts power, the devouring speed doubles."

"This is the Formation's effect—it intensifies the mist's effect, restricting those who enter from observing the Formation, leaving them unable to see, and thus unable to break it."

The mist does not faze him; what truly makes the Kunpeng Guardian feel disgusted is that this Formation is extremely profound and bizarre—giving the sensation of staring at it for ages without gaining any clue, even though the Formations appear low-level, they remain unsolvable.

No point of entry, not knowing how… to decipher this Formation; a damned feeling.

"Heh heh heh, no wonder Diewumeng and the others dare not enter this place; within the Tribulation Realm, anyone who enters will be restricted and trapped."

"Even if my true self came, the outcome would be the same; the master of this place truly has high attainment in Formations and truly knows how to disgust people."

"Wanting to break through this Formation and enter the core of Longshe Shan is not likely."

The Kunpeng Guardian hasn't even started acting yet, but has already lost one-tenth of his demonic power and soul force; wanting to crack this Formation, he initially dismissed the mist as nothing, but now realizing it, it's already too late.

He dares not continue recklessly; he must be wary of the Formation's devouring.

"Damn, the Formation of Longshe Shan is truly bizarre; it's no wonder this place has become a forbidden zone of the Mangshan Mountain Range." The Kunpeng Guardian began to understand Diewumeng, realizing why she neither comes to aid him nor dares follow him into the Formation.

This Formation is superior and more formidable than those of the sects in Lingzhou.

Who would have thought such a place would hide such a Formation master—truly unexpected.

"The master of this place is surely watching me as well; he knows this Guardian has arrived, and it seems he intends to trap this Guardian." The Kunpeng Guardian reflected, noting that since he entered the Formation, the people of Longshe Shan have neither appeared nor acted, but merely confined and drained him.

Their aim is simple: purely to consume his demonic power and soul force; this Split Soul of his is not his true form and cannot endure long.

The Kunpeng Guardian is well aware of this, brow furrowed: "I must find a way to break through this Formation and enter Longshe Shan."

"Otherwise, remaining in the Formation will eventually exhaust him completely."