The three of them continued to climb up the mountain road. The higher they went up, the stronger the gravity, the stronger the Primal Qi, and an ancient and solemn atmosphere filled the air.
Traces of the battle can be seen everywhere along the way - the scorched marks of alchemy fire remain on the broken rocks, broken scales and dried blood are scattered on the ground, and occasionally you can see a few corpses that have not had time to be buried.
Obviously, a large number of powerful people had passed through this area before them, but the price they paid was extremely heavy.
"The battle ahead is more intense than here." Lanling Wang looked at the corpse of Dragon Race whose chest was penetrated by the power of the pill, with a solemn expression.
Feng Qing'er did not speak, but held Seven-Colored Phoenix Feather tightly and scanned the surroundings with vigilant eyes. Since taking the Divine Pill given by Jiang Ping'an, her injuries have been mostly healed, but she still dare not relax at all.
Jiang Ping'an walked in the front, Primal Chaos Dao Domain always maintained a low level of operation, and the nine-color light shrouded the three of them like mist.
His Spiritual Sense extended forward, exploring the movement ahead. The aura of Spirit-Sentient Divine Pill had become thinner and thinner, replaced by a vaster and older coercion - that was the aura exuded by the Taiyuan Divine Palace itself.
"Almost there." Jiang Ping'an whispered.
Sure enough, after turning around a huge mountain wall, the view suddenly widened.
The top of Taiyuan Mountain is a platform with a radius of several hundred miles. At the end of the platform, stands a towering and suffocating palace - Taiyuan Divine Palace.
The temple is tens of thousands of feet high and is made entirely of dark golden sacred stone, with its surface covered with ancient runes and reliefs.
Those reliefs depict the scenes of the Gods and Devils war, the beginning of heaven and earth, and the birth and death of all things. Each stroke seems to contain the ultimate truth.
The door of the temple is tightly closed, and there is a faint golden light curtain on the door, isolating the inside and outside. Behind the light curtain, the treasure light flowing in the temple can be vaguely seen, but the specific scene cannot be seen clearly.
Dozens of powerful people have gathered on the platform.
They come from different races - Dragon Race, Phoenix Race, God and Devil Race, Asura Race, Winged Race, Lan Race... each one has a deep aura, and the one with the lowest cultivation level is Imperial Blood late stage Gods and Devils, Imperial Blood late stage divine beast or Dao Seed Realm late stage.
Several of the figures are particularly eye-catching: a Imperial Blood True Dragon with golden scales is entrenched on the side of the platform, with a mighty dragon; a Emperor Blood God Devil stands in front of the temple door, surrounded by chaotic divine light, with an expressionless face...
"So many strong men..." Feng Qing'er exclaimed in a low voice.
The next moment, dozens of eyes were directed towards Jiang Ping'an, Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er, and the overwhelming and substantial momentum of Spiritual Sense came over them.
Feng Qing'er couldn't bear it at first, so he took a step back involuntarily and let out a muffled groan, almost revealing the prototype of Phoenix.
Lanling Wang also couldn't help but shake his body and his face turned pale.
Jiang Ping'an noticed the situation of Feng Qing'er and Lanling Wang, and immediately protected them with Nine-Colored Dao Domain to help them block all the pressure.
"Get out of here!" Imperial Blood, Gods and Devils, ordered Jiang Ping'an, Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er in a cold voice with disdain.
The eyes of other strong men were also full of disdain and repulsion.
This is not unexpected. Each time Taiyuan Divine Palace is opened, there are only three drops of Taiyuan God Devil Essence Blood at most. The quantity is too small. From one living being, there is one less opportunity.
Jiang Ping'an Dao Seed Realm is in the late stage, but is weak Human Race, Lanling Wang is in the early stage of the Dao Seed Realm, and Feng Qing'er, as Phoenix Race, has a bloodline advantage, but is only in King Blood. The three of them together look too weak.
For the many strong men who were the first to reach the gate of the Taiyuan Divine Palace, how could they give such a weak creature a chance?
"Whoever wants to take action can give it a try!" Jiang Ping'an said proudly.
When the Imperial Blood perfect Gods and Devils heard this, he was furious and wanted to beat Jiang Ping'an, Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er to death with his hand.
"Xingzhen God Devil, that Lan Race is a junior of mine, give him face and let him stay." At this time, a voice sounded.
Everyone looked up and saw that the person speaking was actually Lan Race Dao Ancestor!
Taiyuan Divine Palace only allows Emperor Blood God Devil, Emperor Blood Divine Beast and Dao Seed Realm strong people to enter. This Lan Race Of course, Dao Ancestor also entered Taiyuan Divine Palace as Dao Seed Realm, but he was able to break through the Dao Seed Realm and be promoted to Dao Ancestor in just a few days.
Seeing that it was Lan Race Dao Ancestor who was speaking, Xingzhen God Devil pointed at Lanling Wang and said, "Only allow him to stay!"
Lan Race Dao Ancestor waved to Lanling Wang: "Why don't you come over?"
Lanling Wang hesitated for a moment, looked at Jiang Ping'an's tall body, shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, uncle, but I want to advance and retreat together with my friends."
He knows that the strength of Jiang Ping'an is no less than Dao Ancestor. Only by working with Jiang Ping'an can he have a chance to win Taiyuan God Devil Essence Blood. If he joins his own family Dao Ancestor, although he can easily stay here, there is almost no chance of winning Taiyuan God Devil Essence Blood.
"Haha, don't blame me for not giving you face!" Xingzhen God Devil laughed wildly, and swung his big palm from afar to Jiang Ping'an, Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er.
That giant palm covered the sky and the sun, carrying Imperial Blood's perfect Gods and Devils's terrifying power, like a mountain falling from the sky. Before the palm could reach, the strong wind had already made the gravel on the platform fly. Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er's expressions suddenly changed. Even with the protection of Jiang Ping'an's Dao realm, they still felt a suffocating pressure.
Jiang Ping'an's expression remained unchanged and he didn't even take half a step back.
He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and pressed lightly against the giant palm.
Primal Dao Seed vibrated violently in the body, and the nine-colored light condensed into a chaotic light curtain in the palm, colliding with the giant palm.
There was no earth-shattering noise.
The moment Xingzhen God Devil's giant palm touched the light screen, it was as if it was slapped against an invisible iron wall. All the force of the palm was absorbed and resolved by the light screen, without any leakage behind Jiang Ping'an. Immediately afterwards, a counter-shock force erupted from the light screen and was transmitted back to Xingzhen God Devil's body along the giant palm.
Click--!
Xingzhen God Devil's arm made a crisp bone cracking sound, and the entire arm was broken from fingertips to shoulders, and golden divine blood spurted out from the gaps in the scales. Its body flew backwards and hit the rock wall behind it, knocking out a huge dent in the hard divine stone, and a large mouthful of golden blood spurted out from its mouth.
The whole place was dead silent.
Dozens of eyes fell on Jiang Ping'an, some were shocked, some were disbelieving, some were apprehensive, and there was even a hint of fear.
Xingzhen God Devil--Imperial Blood, a perfect existence, only one step away from the emperor's blood, was knocked back by a Human Race with an understatement, and his arm was broken?
How is this possible?
Jiang Ping'an retracted his palms and stood with his hands behind his back. Nine-Colored Dao Domain still enveloped the three of them like a mist. His expression was as usual and his breathing was steady, as if he had just done a trivial thing.
"Is there anyone else who wants to try?" He said calmly, his eyes scanning all the strong men present.
No one spoke.
The Emperor Blood God Devil looked deeply at Jiang Ping'an, without speaking or making any movement. Golden-Scaled True Dragon, who was entrenched on the side of the platform, narrowed his eyes slightly and swayed his whiskers slightly, as if he was re-evaluating the strength of this Human Race.
The other strong men hurriedly looked away to avoid being misunderstood by Jiang Ping'an.
Acquiescence is sometimes more powerful than words.
Xingzhen God Devil struggled to stand up from the rock wall, and its broken arm slowly healed under the nourishment of Gods and Devils. Its face was livid, and its eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, but it did not make another move. It was not stupid - that palm had made it understand that this Human Race was not something it could provoke.
"Let's go over there." Jiang Ping'an whispered, leading Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er slowly towards the front of the platform.
This time, no one stopped them. Those strong men automatically made way for the three of them to walk to the temple door.
Lanling Wang followed Jiang Ping'an with mixed feelings in his heart. He refused the protection of his own family Dao Ancestor and chose to advance and retreat with Jiang Ping'an. Now it seems that this choice is extremely correct. Jiang Ping'an's strength is enough for him to occupy a dignified place on this platform where strong people gather.
Feng Qing'er also breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Jiang Ping'an's back, her eyes full of admiration and admiration. This Human Race refreshed her knowledge again and again.
Lan Race Dao Ancestor stood not far away, watching Lanling Wang follow Jiang Ping'an, shook his head slightly, and said nothing. He could see clearly that the aura of the young Human Race was unfathomable, and it was by no means as simple as the late Dao Seed Realm on the surface.
The atmosphere on the platform temporarily returned to calm. Everyone was patiently waiting for the Taiyuan Divine Palace to be officially launched.
Jiang Ping'an, on the other hand, stood with his hands behind his hands, staring calmly at the golden light curtain on the temple door, without any disturbance in his heart.
Not long after, another group of strong men boarded the platform in front of the Taiyuan Divine Palace gate.
This group of strong men is of average strength, with one Imperial Blood mid-term Nine-Infant, one Imperial Blood mid-term Qiongqi, and one Dao Seed Realm mid-term Winged Race.
Xingzhen God Devil had just suffered a loss in public and lost face. He just had no place to vent his worries and earn back his face. He didn't even warn them, but went straight to attack Nine-Infant, Qiongqi and Winged Race with all his strength.
Xingzhen God Devil This palm was issued with anger, without any reservation.
Imperial Blood Perfect Gods and Devils With a full blow, the sky and the earth changed color. The giant palm was wrapped with violent divine power, like a burning mountain, and crashed down on the three figures who had just stepped onto the platform. The wind of the palm was mixed with golden divine flames, which burned the air and distorted it.
The three mid-Imperial Blood creatures didn't even have time to react - Nine-Infant nine heads were raised at the same time, their eyes full of fear; Qiongqi wings instinctively spread out, trying to escape in the air; Winged Race The young man's face was pale, and the sword in his hand was raised hastily.
It's too late.
Boom--!!!
The giant palm fell, and the three of them flew out like ants crushed by the mountain. Nine-Infant's seven heads exploded on the spot, and blood mist filled the air; Qiongqi's left wing was broken, and the bones were pierced from the flesh, and the screams shook the sky; Winged Race The sword in the young man's hand flew out, his arms were twisted at an unnatural angle, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
The three of them fell heavily to the edge of the platform, struggled a few times, and could no longer get up.
Xingzhen God Devil Seeing that he failed to kill him in one fell swoop, he still felt that it was not honorable enough, and he did not want to leave any trouble in the future. Taiyuan Divine Palace was about to be launched, and any living creature might become a variable in the fight for essence and blood. Since he had already taken action, it was better to eliminate the root cause.
So, he strode up to Nine-Infant, Qiongqi and Winged Race, then raised his foot and stepped on Nine-Infant's head.
The two remaining heads of Nine-Infant screamed in despair, and used their last strength to spray out poisonous water and flames. But that attack was like child's play in front of Imperial Blood's perfect Gods and Devils. The poisonous water was evaporated by Body-Protecting Divine Light, and the flames were stamped out with one kick.
The giant foot fell, and Nine-Infant's two heads and neck were trampled into the rock. Blood splashed everywhere, and Nine-Infant completely lost his breath.
Qiongqi struggled to escape, and Broken Wing dragged a trail of blood on the ground. He only crawled a few feet before Xingzhen God Devil grabbed his hind legs and lifted him up.
"Spare, spare my life..." Qiongqi begged and shouted.
Xingzhen God Devil laughed ferociously and pulled with both hands. Qiongqi's body was torn in half, and his internal organs and blood were splashed all over the floor. The body was thrown aside and hit next to the young man Winged Race.
Winged Race The young man's face was ashen and his whole body was shaking. He had given up resistance, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.
Xingzhen God Devil walked up to him, lowered his head and looked down at this tiny humanoid creature, raised his palm, and prepared for the final blow.
On the platform, dozens of strong men watched indifferently. No one stopped or spoke out to dissuade. The law of the jungle is law here. Since those three creatures did not have the strength to save their lives, they deserved to die.
Feng Qing'er clenched his fists and bit his lips, but did not speak. She could see clearly - if he had not followed Jiang Ping'an, and if Jiang Ping'an's previous palm had not shocked her, she might have met the same fate.
Lanling Wang Don't look away, I can't bear to look at it anymore.
Jiang Ping'an stood with his hands behind his hands, his face calm, his eyes did not even fall on Xingzhen God Devil, but looked at the golden light curtain on the temple door, as if what happened in front of him had nothing to do with him.
He is not a savior. On this platform where strength is respected, he will only protect himself and the people around him. As for the life and death of other living beings, he can't control it, and he doesn't want to.
Xingzhen God Devil's palm fell.
"No--!" Winged Race young man let out his last scream, and then stopped abruptly.
The golden divine flame engulfed his body and turned into ashes in a moment, drifting away in the wind.
There was silence on the platform.
Xingzhen God Devil retracted his palm and patted the non-existent dust on his hand. The ferocious smile on his face gradually subsided, replaced by a kind of contented indifference.
He turned around and returned to his original standing position, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he had just done a trivial thing.