Chapter 1065: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1065: Sudden Change

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing stood up from the half-collapsed hall roof; the Metal Root Source Power within the Sword Embryo had been drawn away, but the Sword Embryo remained.

The three-foot-long amber-colored sword body still hovered before him.

The golden patterns on its surface had dimmed somewhat, but it was still top-grade material, capable of being forged into a peerless flying sword.

Of course, Xu Zhangqing did not lack attack methods, but Qin Baili did.

Having lurked in the Yellow Spring Alliance for over a hundred years, he had fallen from the most dazzling genius of the Dongting Immortal Sect to a shadow who could not even show his true face.

Such sacrifice was worth a peerless flying sword.

Seeing that it was about enough, Xu Zhangqing withdrew the Five-Colored Banner.

Instantly, the five-colored light curtain dissipated above the Mo Family Ancestral Land.

He did not spare another glance for those Mo Family disciples; he simply extended a claw and lifted Mo Yin out from the crowd.

"Ah?"

"Lord Demon Emperor, what are you doing?"

"We... we are also very loyal!"

Seeing this, the Mo Family people all showed doubtful expressions.

The Direct Line Elder who had been roaring before now changed his face, his voice carrying a hint of pleading and begging: "Please, take us away from here!"

Mo Teng was dead.

The Great Elder was also dead.

The Ancestral Land had been mostly destroyed.

If the remaining members of the Mo Family had no strong protector, let alone establishing themselves in the Central Region, whether they could survive the night was a question.

After all, they no longer had any value to be used.

Even so, several Collateral Line Elders knelt down with a "thud."

The Direct Line disciples around them saw the elders kneeling and followed suit, kneeling in a mass.

In these people's hearts, the peacock was a descendant of the Demon God Kong Fang; as long as they could stay by this peacock's side, the Mo Family would still have a glimmer of hope.

However, Xu Zhangqing did not even turn his head.

Seven-colored radiance enveloped Mo Yin as they rose from the ground, instantly transforming into a streak of flowing light and departing.

He quickly flew away from the Mo Family Ancestral Land, swept over the Ring Mountains, and approached the Eastern Region Border.

Along the way, Mo Yin was held by the shoulder with a claw, not daring to ask too many questions from beginning to end, always watching the earth rapidly recede beneath his feet.

In his heart at this moment, there was both a trace of excitement and a trace of confusion.

Without the Mo Family and the Central Region, he was now completely without support.

He did not know what the future would be like once he reached the Eastern Region side.

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As he continually approached the border of the Eastern Region, Xu Zhangqing felt a vague unease in his heart.

He could not say where this unease came from.

It was not that his Divine Sense had captured some specific threat, nor that the Five Elements Origin Power in his Qi Sea had shown any abnormality.

Rather, it was an innate sense of fortune and misfortune belonging to a Nascent Soul cultivator.

For some reason, that dark red Demon Cloud that never dispersed all year round was actually thicker than usual.

Layer upon layer, it pressed against the horizon, as if being pushed from behind, slowly rolling toward the border.

Xu Zhangqing abruptly stopped his escape light, then hovered in mid-air, his expression one of surprise and uncertainty.

At the instant he stopped, from the front dark red Demon Cloud, thick enough to almost solidify, a strand of seven-colored radiance suddenly descended.

The light burst out from deep within the Demon Cloud, dyeing the surrounding thousand li with a seven-colored halo.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet—the seven colors intertwined without mixing, each color pure to the extreme, like a seven-colored scarf hanging down from Tian Ting.

A massive pressure, accompanying this radiance, silently sank downward.

The mountain ranges, dense forests, rivers below—everything seemed to lose its color and sound before this radiance.

As the seven-colored radiance condensed, it finally transformed into a slender figure.

The Seven-Colored Tail Screen unfolded behind him; the eye-like patterns on the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine tail feathers flickered on and off, each flicker causing the surrounding Spiritual Energy to tremble along with it.

His face was not completely human in form.

At the brow bone, two pieces of blue feather scales were embedded.

His pupils were seven-colored concentric circles, and when they turned, layers upon layers of ripples spread out.

His lips were somewhat thin, and his lip line carried a faint purple.

His whole body was covered with seven-colored wing feathers as thin as cicada wings but tougher than any Xuan Iron.

The outer sides of his forearms were covered with deep blue scale feathers, and his fingertips were golden claws.

His knees had protruding bone spurs, his feet were three-toed claws, and whether moving or still, colorful ripples spread out.

The most eye-catching thing was the Seven-Colored Tail Screen behind him, formed by nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine tail feathers into a fan-shaped seven-colored canopy; each tail feather had clear eye-like patterns, and at the center of each pattern was a golden pupil-like light spot.

Every tremor drew the laws of heaven and earth to resonate with it.

Seeing this, Xu Zhangqing found it unbelievable and exclaimed in his heart: "Demon God Kong Fang!"

He and the other party had only clashed a few days ago; by rights he should not have appeared at the Eastern Region Border.

Could it be that something else happened during the time he was away, causing the situation to worsen?

At this moment, Kong Fang merely stood there, and the earth for a thousand li in every direction unconsciously sank downward beneath his awe-inspiring pressure.

In the surrounding mountains and dense forests, who knew how many low-cultivation demons and creatures prostrated themselves on the ground at the same instant, not even daring to breathe.

And behind Kong Fang, dozens of Demon Emperors and hundreds of Demon Kings, as well as over ten thousand Great Demons and tens of thousands of lesser demons, stood in formation with utmost reverence.

It looked like a black, crushing mass, nearly covering half the sky.

The Avian Demon Emperor was the first to notice the Five-Colored Peacock flying in from the west.

It had just recovered from the pressure of Kong Fang's descent, the black smoke coiling around its body still surging uneasily; at this moment, seeing a second peacock, it instinctively tensed for a split second.

Another peacock, another five-colored rosy light.

Ever since Kong Fang descended upon the Tianyuan Realm, peacocks had come to pledge allegiance one after another.

To tell the truth, it had already become a bit unsurprising.

Immediately, the Avian Demon Emperor spread its wings and flew up to meet him, its tone carrying a hint of closeness: "Have you also come to serve the Demon God?"

The other Demon Emperors turned their heads one after another, their gazes sweeping once over that Five-Colored Peacock, then they paid it no further mind — after all, there were more important matters.

It was rather the many Demon Kings, each and every one bowing to the Five-Colored Peacock disguised as Xu Changqing.

In the Demon Realm, because of Kong Fang, the Peacock Clan's status was transcendent.

No one would be foolish enough to offend an existence that might carry the Demon God's bloodline.

Xu Changqing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his face still maintaining that arrogant, cold attitude.

His gaze passed over the Avian Demon Emperor and the surrounding Demon Emperors and Demon Kings, quickly sweeping across that black, crushing mass of demons behind Kong Fang.

The number of Demon Emperors was greater than any he had seen before.

Demon Kings were even more dense, covering half the sky.

The numbers of Great Demons and lesser demons stretched continuously to the limits of his vision.

It seemed the Demon Realm's elites had now all been pressed to the front line.

The problem was, a gathering on this scale was extremely abnormal.

Then, his gaze passed over the demon horde and fell upon the Eastern Region Border.

And then he saw that the defense line had not been breached; the grand array's spiritual light was still operating, the Zhenyue Chariots and Liu Shuang Boats had not risen into the air.

However, a Golden Light Curtain even more vast than the grand array enveloped the entire Eastern Region defense line in a layer of faint, twisting light halos.

That was not a defensive array, but a type of restriction Xu Changqing had never seen before.

And behind that restriction, two formidable auras appeared.

One heavy and condensed like a mountain, one clear and cold like the moon.

Longhu Immortal Sect Master, Long Yuan.

Yao Yue Immortal Sect Master, Mu Yunni.

So it was two Void Refining Daoist Lords who had arrived!