An Ordinary Path to Immortality

As the voice appeared, everyone in the magic array felt a strong breath coming. Even before they saw the owner of the voice, they had already felt an urge to worship.

Some people with weak wills had weak legs at this time and couldn't help wanting to kneel down.

Not only them, but even Fang Ping and others who were hiding outside the magic array felt extremely depressed.

All the cultivators looked in the direction of the voice. Behind the magic cultivator camp, a strong demonic aura was spreading and gradually gathered in the air.

At the same time, a strong and suffocating soul aura gradually appeared in the black fog and swept across all the cultivators present.

Soon, a burly creature wearing a magic fog armor and holding a steel fork-like weapon walked out of the black fog.

He had no flesh, and his whole body was made up of magic fog. Even though the magic fog on his body was still rolling, it still gave people the feeling that he was a living person.

"Hey, this seat... this is the lower world... Yuan Jing... you guys..."

He kept mumbling something, as if he was organizing his memories.

In the end, he still couldn't finish organizing his memories. He punched his head twice, and then stretched out his hand, sucking a demon who was kneeling on the ground beside him into his hand.

After staring at the demon's eyes for a moment, he threw the demon back again.

In just a moment, he had read the demon's memory, and at the same time, he didn't cause any damage to the other party.

"So that's it!"

The demon god showed a look of sudden realization.

"Yuan Jing, old thief, you can't imagine that this seat is resurrected again!"

"Hahaha, what about you, where are you?"

"This time, who can stop me? Without you, this world will eventually become my demon kingdom, and all the creatures here will become my blood food."

After reading the demon's memory, the demon god suddenly looked crazy and laughed up to the sky.

His laughter was wild and unbridled, like a mad demon who had been imprisoned for decades and suddenly regained his freedom.

As he laughed, waves of terrifying sound spread out, shaking everyone to the ground.

There were even two seriously injured monks who exploded in his laughter.

Then their broken bodies and flesh turned into two blood balls and flew directly into the mouth of the demon god.

"Hmm, what a wonderful taste. I haven't tasted the taste of human cultivators for tens of thousands of years."

"Yuan Jing, you have suppressed me for tens of thousands of years with your own life. In the end, you died, but I came back to life."

"Come out, Yuan Jing, I, Tai Yuan, have been resurrected. Why don't you continue to suppress me?"

"Are you coming or not? If you don't come, I will eat everyone on the entire continent."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot that you had already been reduced to ashes in order to suppress me."

"It's a pity that you sacrificed your life for these lower world ants, but no one else remembers your deeds, hahahaha... Don't you think it's ironic that you do this?"

The demon Tai Yuan shouted loudly. He didn't seem to care whether his words would be heard by others. Perhaps he just wanted people to hear his words.

In short, after he talked to himself like a madman, most cultivators roughly understood something.

The news revealed in Tai Yuan's words also overturned the cognition of many people present.

They have always thought that this Immortal Meteorite Secret Realm was the result of a certain immortal falling here because the rules from the immortal world on him collided with the rules of the world of Yuanling Continent.

Now, from the mouth of the demon god who calls himself Taiyuan, it turns out that the immortal's name is Yuan Jing.

It seems that he came from the immortal world to suppress Taiyuan, and successfully sealed Taiyuan here at the cost of sacrificing himself.

It is even possible that this Immortal Meteorite Secret Realm is the result of the battle between the two of them.

"Yuan Jing? Taiyuan? Immortal Meteorite Secret Realm?"

Almost everyone repeatedly pondered the relationship between these names in their hearts.

Fang Ping and others were naturally no exception. They looked at each other and couldn't believe their ears.

Everything about the Immortal Meteorite Secret Realm that has been circulated in the immortal cultivation world for tens of thousands of years is actually false.

For countless years, I don't know how many people have entered the secret realm, but no one has ever mentioned that there is a powerful demon god suppressed here.

"This is too incredible, how could this happen?"

"Taiyuan? Is there any connection between Taiyuan Demon League and him?"

"After being suppressed for countless years, the aura that has just been awakened seems to still have the strength of a great tribulation."

"Oh no, the demon cultivators have an altar and Taiyuan Demon League, and now there is an old monster from tens of thousands of years ago. How should we, the righteous cultivators, deal with it?"

Everyone was talking about it, and even the Holy Son and several strong men from various forces around him frowned.

They only knew that the demon cultivators had a backhand, but they didn't expect that the demon cultivators' backhand would be like this.

"This is a secret realm of the Jindan period. How can he display the strength beyond the Jindan period?"

"How can this be played? All of us together are not enough for him to eat."

"Fellow Taoists, why don't we find a way to break the formation and escape."

Faced with such a terrifying existence, they were just Jindan, and they didn't have the slightest resistance in their hearts.

The gap between the Jindan realm and Taiyuan's strength, which is like the difference between the bottomless abyss underground and the white clouds in the sky, is simply an immeasurable gap.

Not to mention that there are so many geniuses from all sides and old-fashioned Jindan here, even if all the Jindan in the entire continent are added together, they may not be able to hurt the other side.

"Break the formation with all your strength and retreat!"

The Holy Son is not a hesitant person. In such a situation, he will definitely not make any meaningless sacrifices.

"Go quickly, it's so unlucky. If I had known this, I should have left with Fang Ping and the others."

Prince Jinwu dragged the dazed white tiger and carefully came to the exit left by Fang Ping.

However, they had just moved a few steps when they were spotted by the Taiyuan Demon God.

"The two little guys have good qualifications. I think they should be greatly supplemented."

The Taiyuan Demon God stretched out his hand and grabbed Prince Jinwu and the white tiger.

"Senior, please don't. We are the demon clan and will not participate in your battle between good and evil."

"Senior, spare my life. There is no conflict between our White Tiger clan and the demon cultivators."

The two guys were frightened and begged for mercy.

"Shut up, do I need to consider your status when I eat two little demons..."

Tai Yuan couldn't finish his words because Prince Jinwu and Baihu felt the crisis and decisively activated the soul imprints left in their bodies by the elders of the family.

Suddenly, a white tiger with long fangs and wings on its back, and a three-legged golden crow with a black body but bathed in golden flames appeared in front of Tai Yuan.