Being an immortal is all good, not to mention immortality, and the immortal realm is also recited to be beautiful and peaceful. People in the world spend their whole lives praying to gods, worshiping Gods, doing good deeds, visiting immortals and looking for Shang Gu, just to be able to ascend to immortal position and enjoy eternal life, but they don't know, this immortal just lived a little longer, and the common feelings of ignorance, anger, resentment, and hatred are not less than the mortal realm.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. This sentence is really not bluffing at all.

Rakshasa Land has been a place where immortals and demons must fight since the opening of the post-ancient world.

In the past 60,000 years, countless of immortals and demon soldiers have died here, and their grievances have reached the nine continents and thousands of miles.

Feng Ran walked out of the tent and looked at the demon soldiers who were waiting on the opposite side of the Black Cloud Swamp. She secretly sighed in her heart. With her temperament, she was quite depressed when she was here for only one day, not to mention the soldiers who have been stationed here for thousands of years. .

"Feng Ran, the immortal energy is at its peak at dawn in Rakshasa. You leave at this time, and it will be much easier to break through the outer demon barrier."

Feng Ran turned her head and saw Jing Jian walking out of the middle tent, silver-white immortal armor draped over him, and a chilling air came towards him.

She nodded and smiled, "You don't have to be like an enemy, I'll leave in half a second."

"Qing Li has a good mind. She has been trapped here by me for a hundred years, and she has long hated me. I have heard a little about the things in the demon realm. You and Chang Qin have a deep friendship. If she knows that you are here, she may not be sure. There will be ramifications.”

It was inconvenient for her to intervene in the matter of immortals, Feng Ran knew that Jing Jian was right, and was about to answer, but saw a light-colored blood stain on the right shoulder of his fairy armor, and pointed at him,

"Jing Jian, you ... hurt?"

Immortal armor is transformed by spiritual power, even if it has been injured, there should be no blood stains left.

Jing Jian lowered his eyes, stunned, and shook his head,

"I've been hurt a lot here for a hundred years, but here... not."

He looked up at the Black Cloud Swamp with a distant expression, his eyes filled with emptiness and maturity that Feng Ran could not see clearly.

"Feng Ran, when I came to Rakshasa Land, it was indeed because of you that I acted in a fit of anger. For more than 60,000 years, the Rakshasa Land has been guarded by Lord Mian Xu. Although I am the son of the Heavenly Emperor, he treat everyone equally, you should not know that I have been guarding the goal for ten years."

Feng Ran was a little surprised. She had heard of the name of Mian Xiu. The most skilled immortal from the Three Realms from the post-ancient world, who has stayed in the Rakshasa land for 60,000 years, has never stepped out of this place. Lord Dong Hua, who is equally famous, just heard that he had been killed in Rakshasa decades ago. When the news came, the whole immortal realm was shocked.

She raised her head to look at Jing Jian, saw his right hand resting lightly on the sword at his waist, with a solemn expression, so she calmed down and listened.

"Ten years in the Immortal Realm is only a moment, but in the Rakshasa Land, it seems like a hundred years. There are countless people who died in the battle between the Immortals and Demons. Knowing that there is such a purgatory in the Three Realms, it is true for us, and it is true for the demon clan. After fighting for too long, even hatred has become numb in the end. Everyone thinks that as long as they can win, they will be able to get out of here. I also thought so at the beginning..."

"Eighty years ago, Qing Li took advantage of the weak immortal energy during the eclipse of the moon, and used the lives of 10,000 soldiers in the demon realm to turn into blood knives to fight. Immortal lords were killed and injured countless times. The blood knife controlled by Qing Li, but her own flesh and blood in the end, also turned into a ray of resentment in Rakshasa."

Jing Jian lightly placed his hand on his shoulder, turned his head, stared at Feng Ran, and said quietly,

"She finally stood in front of me, blocking the blood knife for me and died, and the blood stain on his shoulder was left by her at that time. Before his death, Lord Mianxiu told me that if you don't want the entire immortal realm to become like a ghost like Rakshasa, you must not step back. Feng Ran, there are people behind me who I want to protect, so I will definitely persevere. "

Dawn broke the first ray of light, and the dark world of Rakshasa seemed to be broken. Jing Jian turned around and smiled, his eyes were clear and firm, Feng Ran blinked her eyes, she knew what Jing Jian meant.

His relatives and old friends are the real reasons for him to stay here for a hundred years, so he smiled and said,

"Okay, when the battle between the immortals and demons is over, I will prepare the strongest wine in the world in Qingchi Palace to wash away the dust for you. From today onwards, you whether it is the son of the Heavenly Emperor or a desolate immortal, I, Feng Ran, only recognize you, Jing Jian, as a friend for the rest of my life."

Feng Ran stretched out her hand in front of Jing Jian, her smile brightened.

Jing Jian was slightly startled, suppressed the deep emotions in his eyes, his face was warm and soft, and he held Feng Ran's hand,

"Okay, Feng Ran, when I return, even if you want to drink for a hundred years, I will accompany you."

"But..."

He retracted his hand and looked out of the Black Cloud Swamp,

"It's time for you to go back to Qingchi Palace."

Feng Ran wasn't the one to be squeamish either. She nodded and looked at the sky. Before she could say 'OK', a harsh roar came from the battalion of the demon soldiers in the swamp.

"Why is there no news this time? It's rare to stop for a few days. It seems that Qingli is going to send troops again. Feng Ran, you should leave quickly."

Jing Jian glanced in the distance, frowned slightly, and hurriedly returned to the camp.

"Where is Lord Yun Jue?, immediately prepare for battle."

The shouting sounded in the tent, and the soldiers on the side of Immortal Realm lined up and flew into the air.

Feng Ran hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the demon soldier camp, always feeling a little uneasy and hiding aside.

This time, there was no omen for the demon soldiers to fight, and Qing Li would not do useless work.

In a short period of time, the two armies faced each other over the Black Cloud Swamp. After tens of thousands of years of war, both sides were numb and could not see the desire for war.

All the soldiers and soldiers were left with persistence.

When Jingjian left the camp, he glanced in front of the general's gate and saw that Feng Ran was no longer there. He breathed a sigh of relief, and before flying to the immortal general, he looked at Qingli in a green dress on the opposite side, and said lightly,

"Qingli, today is still the old one rules come?"

After refining the blood knife with the flesh and blood of the demon soldiers, the demon emperor ordered that this method could no longer be used. In the past few decades, there has been an immortal formation set up by the Heavenly Emperor in front of the gate of the immortal world. Jing Jian agreed that for a period of one month, the two sides would fight once, and the losing side must give up ten miles of land. Over the years, the fall of dozens of lords has minimized the sacrifice of the soldiers in the immortal realm.

Qing Li changed from her usual coquettish charm and rare solemnity. Her green dress turned into a demon armor, revealing an evil and charming coldness,

"It's been decades, Jing Jian, why are you still not tired of this outfit? How about we play a new trick today?"

"Qingli, do you want to break the contract?"

A thin angry voice came out of Jing Jian's mouth, he looked at Qingli with solemn brows.

"So what? You really think I've been afraid of you for decades. If it wasn't for the formation set up by the Heavenly Emperor, the gate of the immortal realm would have been owned by my demon realm. Today is your death. First, sacrifice the flag for my demon clan!"

Qing Li waved her hand, and the demon clan that covered the sky and the sun came out of the tent, flew into the air, and surrounded the immortal clan.

Jing Jian glanced around and saw Qingli smiling and his face changed slightly. The soldiers and soldiers of the two tribesmen and demons stationed in Rakshasa haven't changed much in the past hundred years, because whether they came here from the demon realm or the immortal realm, they all came here. It will take a few days to break through the layers of fog. If more soldiers and soldiers are sent, the other party will definitely know, but... the number of monsters in Rakshasa now is ten times more than usual. This is impossible.!

Even with the support of the royal father's formation, it was difficult to resist the arrival of reinforcements, but fortunately Feng Ran had already left. Jing Jian frowned slightly, made a gesture behind him, clenched the long sword in his hand, and said solemnly,

"Qing Li, you are really good at tricks, you can actually hide the entire Immortal Realm."

"Second Highness laughed, Qing Li's methods have never been able to penetrate His Highness's eyes. It is rare that His Highness is interested this time. If Second Highness is willing to surrender, I will not hurt you in immortal realm, how about that?"

Qing Li took a step forward, There is no joy in her eyes.

"Joke, if you can take the head of Jing Jian, just come!"

Jing Jian glanced at the immortal general behind him, saw Yun Jue disappear, his heart was slightly relieved, and he watched the generals and soldiers, although they were horrified, but rarely firm, Some comfort in my heart.

"Jing Jian, Qingli can't take your life, so what about this lord?"

With a sound of 'dong', Yun Jue was bundled into a ball and fell from the sky, falling before the immortal general, Jing Jian's expression changed slightly.

The majestic voice sounded, and the soldiers of the demon clan gave the lower half of their salute and gave way. The young man in purple robe walked slowly, his face was indifferent, his face was heroic, and the aura of the emperor was evident.

Seeing the appearance of the demon emperor, Jing Jian's heart sank, and he finally understood where Qing Li's confidence came from. Even Sen Hong had come here. Presumably the demon clan was bound to win this time, but he should understand that if he also made a move, the Heavenly Emperor and Empress would never stay in the Heavenly Palace to watch the battle.

"Demon Emperor, you know that if you join the war, the battle between the immortal and the demon will no longer be inevitable."

"From the moment my father emperor died in battle a hundred years ago, the two realms of immortals and demons are in an endless battle! Jing Jian, stop talking nonsense, you dare to fight me today!"

Sen Hong waved his hand, and the strong demon power spread instantly, covering the entire Rakshasa, and the coercion of King's Landing came out from him, igniting the morale of the entire demon clan.

The soldiers of the immortal race were crushed to their knees. Jing Jian took two steps back and lost his voice,

"The power of the god... Sen Hong, you are actually promoted to the god!"

Jing Jian has been in the Rakshasa land for a hundred years, and he has long been cultivated to the peak of lord, but Sen Hong can make him have no fighting spirit. There is no second possibility except for the god. It is no wonder that the soldiers of the demon tribe can appear out of thin air. Only by covering up can you deceive the immortal clan, but how is this possible... When the god are promoted to the throne, there must a thunderbolt, and the Qingtian Pillar will also become famous. How can no one in the Three Realms know about this?

When the soldiers in the immortal realm heard this, they all looked terrified and their faces turned pale. If the Demon Emperor has been promoted to the top god, even if there is an immortal formation set up by the emperor in front of the realm gate, they will not be able to guard the realm gate. At that time, the demon soldiers will enter the realm in large numbers...

Feng Ran, who was hiding in the immortal camp, was also startled. Half a month ago, when she saw Sen Hong at the top of the sky, he was only a demigod.

"Yes, Jingjian, I have been ranked as a god, and the Three Realms are no longer the only one in your immortal realm. It's time for you to pay back the blood feud of my father emperor!"

The red light in Sen Hong's eyes flickered, rose to mid-air, raised his hand slightly, and the surrounding demon soldiers charged towards the immortal general under Qing Li's command. Jing Jian drew his sword and led the immortal generals to meet the enemy. In an instant, over the black cloud swamp, the lights of immortals and demons interlaced, and there was a bloody storm.

The disparity in the number of immortals and demons is too great. Even if the soldiers of the immortal world fight to the death, they cannot defeat the encirclement and suppression of the tidal wave of demon soldiers. Immortal generals continue to die in battle, and the encirclement is getting smaller and smaller. , took out the feathering umbrella, blocked Qingli, and walked towards the defeated immortal general.

The demon soldiers were unable to keep their shoes under Jing Jian's full-strength fight. Seeing that Jing Jian had made a bloody path, a cold snort sounded from the air, Sen Hong waved his hand, and the magnificent divine power swayed down. Jing Jian was trapped in the air, and the silver-white fairy Armor is broken.

The red halberd turned into divine power headed towards Jing jian's head.

At the critical moment... A silver-white aura suddenly appeared in the sky over Jing Jian, and turned into a huge barrier to protect him.

The earth is as bright as day.

The slaughter stopped, the two sides in the war looked towards the air, and stopped in an incredible way.

In the land of Rakshasa, there are still immortals who can block the blow of the gods, how is this possible?

Jing Jian held a long sword in his hand, and blood escaped from the corner of his lips. He half-kneeled to the ground, looking at the red figure that suddenly appeared in the air. The complexion that had not been shaken when the giant halberd hit him just now finally shattered.

Feng Ran...

"Feng Ran, why are you here?"

The demon emperor looked at Feng Ran, who blocked his blow, and his face sank.

Qing Li stood in front of the demon soldier, his eyes narrowed slightly, passing through the dull light.

Even if the demon emperor is afraid of True God Shang Gu, in front of hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers, it is impossible for him to give up attacking the immortal realm because of a phoenix, and destroy the hopes of the entire demon clan for tens of thousands of years.

Feng Ran, I won this game.

Top of the sky.

Walking through the long corridor, when the hot feeling in the hands of Shnag Gu gradually became cold, she saw a resplendent inner room there is a faint mist escaping, which must be the feathering pond in the mouth of the maid.

From a distance, there were maids who saw Shang Gu coming. They looked into the room, a little stunned, but they still greeted them and saluted,

"True God, True God Bai Jue are inside, if you need to take a bath, you have to wait..."

The cold eyes swept over lightly, inexplicable coercion, before the maid's words were finished, she knelt on the ground with a pale face, daring to speak.

Shang Gu walked towards the room, and the sound of inhalation came one after another. The maid who was serving looked at her face and knelt on the ground.

Ten meters of steps, the ground is full of jade.

Walking step by step, her eyes fell on the people in the pool, her eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

Shang Gu's black figure is reflected in the misty feathering pool, silently.

The silence was too weird and suffocating. The people in the pool finally realized that something was wrong. When they turned around, they saw Shang Gu standing one meter beside the Ascension Pond.

His long black hair was draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were still filled with moist mist. His upper body was simply covered with a thin undershirt. The water droplets slipped from his neck and dripped into the pool.

Although Bai Jue's appearance is not as coquettish as Tian Qi's, but his eyebrows are picturesque, there are few gods in the God Realm who can compare with him. I have seen him like this in ancient times, and he rushed in aggressively. At this time, it was a little bit to bump into such a beautiful scene.

The face is charming, but it has the elegance and luxury of exile.

This is what ordinary people say when they visit brothels and often spend a lot of money for beautiful women...

Probably because the surprise in Bai Jue's eyes was too dazzling, Shang Gu slightly averted her eyes, turned around, and said lightly,

"Bai Jue, I have something to ask you."

Bai Jue's expression was inexplicable.

Seeing Shang Gu turned around, he walked out of the pool and waved.

The stunned maid came back to her senses, and hurriedly took the robe and draped it over him.

The sound of the water droplets splashing on the ground was exceptionally clear, perhaps because it was too quiet, and even the folds of the maid changing Bai Jue's clothes could not fall into Shang Gu's ears.

Gently heaving a sigh of relief, the fingertips touched the cold stone chain, and Shang Gu calmed down and returned to normal.

The footsteps sounded behind him, and Shang Gu turned around and saw Bai Jue walking in in a snow-white robe, the snow satin brushed across the ground, and the mist from the hot spring was still on his face.

"What happened, why did you break in like this?"

Bai Jue asked, frowning slightly.

Shang Gu coughed lightly, tightened the stone chain in her hand, and said in a low voice,

"Bai Jue, what is your relationship with Hou Chi?"

Bai Jue looked slightly startled, her expression calm,

"Hou Chi? She fell asleep not long after I woke up, what can we do?"

"You know that's not what I mean, Bai Jue, you have Qing Mu's memory, tell me, what is the relationship between Qing Mu and Hou Chi? What are you and Tian Qi hiding from me?" ,the voice is cold.

"Shang Gu, who is chatting with you..."

"I don't need anyone else to say it."

Shang Gu squinted her eyes and said slowly,

"Jing Zhao's hostility towards me is too inexplicable, let's not say it. After I woke up, no one mentioned Hou Xhi in front of me except you and Tian Qi. It's not normal, let alone..."