Chapter 1165: Fourth-tier Immortal Array

He Pingsheng's spiritual sense spread out, and what he saw was not just this.

He also discovered that the huge Demon King body, which was almost much higher than the mountain, was not a physical entity, but just an illusion.

It could be considered as a phase transformed by some special rule.

The real Demon King corpse did exist, it stood on a mountain peak and was only ten thousand zhang high.

Whoosh...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

In the void, several people struggled!

In less than half a stick of incense worth of time, they arrived beside the Demon King body.

Looking at the Demon King corpse closer, it was even more shocking.

The ten thousand zhang Demon King body presented black overall.

Its head didn't know what it was cut off by, and didn't know where it fell?

At the neck, there seemed to be golden divine blood dripping down, and these divine blood flowed down from the body, drawing golden traces.

Endless black demonic energy spewed out from its body.

He Pingsheng's pupils shrank slightly: Good stuff.

If this Demon King's blood was obtained for body refining, I don't know if it's feasible.

As for what the cultivation of this Demon King was during his lifetime, He Pingsheng couldn't guess, but it definitely wouldn't be too low, at the lowest it should be at the Golden Immortal stage, right?

"Everyone..." Ji Wuxin looked at the huge Demon King corpse and said: "This Demon King's corpse is a rare treasure, how to divide it?"

"Divide equally, or decide the winner by force?"

He looked at everyone.

Wen Buwan, Pingyue, and Huang Youshi didn't speak.

They looked at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng said indifferently: "Everyone, I want this Demon Blood, the rest you can divide!"

After finishing, He Pingsheng didn't yield, and flew directly toward the huge Demon King corpse, wanting to take the blood.

Of course, he wasn't that reckless.

While flying toward the Demon King corpse, he had already pinched six defensive lightning immortal talismans in his hand.

Once there was a change, he would directly sacrifice the immortal talismans to defend.

But he never expected that when He Pingsheng flew to a distance of only a hundred zhang from the Demon King corpse, a majestic force suddenly erupted from the Demon King corpse, and with a bang, he was blasted away.

At the same time, a silver lightning light film formed on the outside of He Pingsheng's body.

He stimulated two Heaven Thunder Shield Talismans.

But facts proved that He Pingsheng wasted two talismans.

Because even if he didn't stimulate the immortal talismans, this impact wouldn't pose any danger to him.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Just after He Pingsheng was blasted away by the power on the Demon King corpse, the rest of the people rushed toward the Demon King corpse.

But the results were all the same, they were all blasted away at a distance of about a hundred zhang from the Demon King corpse.

Couldn't get close at all.

Hum, hum, hum...

A faint aura suddenly came down from the huge Demon King corpse.

Although the Demon King corpse didn't move, He Pingsheng had a sense of déjà vu that this Demon King was about to be resurrected.

"Ah..."

Wen Buwan screamed in fright and hid behind He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng turned his head and asked: "Junior Sister Wen, did you ascend from

"Not exactly..." Wen Buwan shook her head: "I was born in the Immortal Realm!"

No wonder!

He Pingsheng felt a wave of disdain in his heart: If she had ascended from the Immortal Realm, she likely wouldn't have this kind of mindset.

The demon body did not move!

The Demon King did not resurrect either.

But the countless drops of golden divine blood that had fallen to the ground all flew up at this very moment, landing bit by bit onto the demon body and transforming into countless ancient runes.

The golden runes flickered, breathing in and out.

With every breath, boundless demonic energy surged as it was sucked in and then spewed out.

"Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo..."

A low, rapid, and highly rhythmic sound emanated from the demon body, spreading toward the surroundings.

Countless golden ancient characters surged in all directions in rhythm with that undulating sound.

In the void, phantoms of ancient gods and demons were dancing.

There was chanting from endless ten thousand years ago!

There were also countless images, one character after another transforming into thousands of objects, flickering in the void.

The sky seemed to have darkened.

It wasn't that the sky had darkened; it was that countless demonic energy had shrouded this side of the world.

Huang Youshi laughed loudly and shouted: "I see it... I see it... This is a cultivation technique..."

"This is demonic energy..."

"The Heavenly Demon Golden Scripture, it's mine!"

Bang...

The next moment, Huang Youshi sat down on the ground with a thud!

From He Pingsheng's perspective, this fellow seemed to be practicing some kind of demonic cultivation technique.

Before long, countless demonic energy gathered toward him.

"Zha..." Ji Wuxin's expression suddenly turned stern, and he shouted loudly at Huang Youshi.

A golden light flew out from his mouth and slammed into Huang Youshi's body.

Huang Youshi then emerged from that somewhat manic state he had just been in.

"What happened?" He looked at Ji Wuxin with some surprise.

Fairy Pingyue said: "Just now, you seemed to have been bewitched by something!"

As soon as she finished speaking, He Pingsheng saw Wen Buwan, who was closest to him, lose her balance and sit on the ground.

Four or five golden runes landed on her from different angles, and then countless demonic energy began to drill into her body as well.

Seeing this, He Pingsheng naturally stepped forward quickly, reached out to grab Wen Buwan's hand, and channeled a portion of his own immortal essence into her.

Then Wen Buwan recovered from that dazed state.

"Not good!" Ji Wuxin said: "Damn it... this seems to be the inheritance of the Demon Race!"

"This inheritance is too terrifying!"

"It can actually disturb the mind!"

He Pingsheng nodded.

He also felt that this Demon Race inheritance was terrifying.

You don't want to learn it, yet it forces the technique upon you!

"Let's go!" He Pingsheng didn't want to stay here for another moment!

Although the Xuan Sect and the Demon Sect were the same type of method in ancient times and stood on equal footing, with the increasing prosperity of the Xuan Sect and the evolution of countless Xuan Sect techniques, the Xuan Sect has now formed its own system, and the gap in cultivation between it and the Demon Sect has grown larger and larger.

Simply put, practicing demonic cultivation techniques will affect one's own Dao.

Leaving is the right thing to do.

He Pingsheng didn't even want the true blood of the Demon Race anymore.

However, when he pulled Wen Buwan and flew up as a stream of light, he suddenly discovered that ten thousand zhang away, a layer of almost transparent light film had covered the area at some unknown time.

The two of them almost crashed into that light film.

"Open..."

He Pingsheng roared, and the Primordial Purple Gold in his hand slammed toward the formation's light film.

The massive force landed on the light film, but it couldn't even stir up a ripple.

He Pingsheng's brow suddenly furrowed.

Although he only had the cultivation base of the Earth Immortal Stage now, a single strike could easily unleash the attack power of the Heaven Immortal Stage.

Yet this, it couldn't shake the formation in the slightest.

Then what level is this formation?

Third tier?

Third tier is impossible!

If He Pingsheng attacked continuously now, he could break a third-tier defensive immortal formation in at most a dozen breaths.

Then this... this formation, is it at least fourth tier?

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

A fourth-tier immortal formation!

Damn it!

We're trapped!