There was no one on the empty long street. The hidden city that used to be noisy and bustling with people was now completely silent.
The doors and windows of the shops on both sides of the long street were closed, and the usually dazzling signs were dimmed. Only the wind swept and rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound on the empty bluestone slabs.
In midair, violent ripples suddenly appeared in the originally calm space. Immediately afterwards, a dazzling spiritual light tore through the dim sky, and a shining Tianyan Ten Thousand Miles Teleportation Array exploded in midair. The complex golden arrays intertwined and flowed, illuminating the dim long street below as bright as day.
Then, the top leaders of the three major sects appeared from the formation with a group of disciples, filling half of the street in an instant. The formation in the sky dimmed and disappeared. It was obviously a temporary teleportation formation.
A large group of people arrived at the door of Fusheng Pavilion. At the front was Jian Hong with an unhappy look on his face, followed by Yun Zhan with a cold expression, Lu Qing with a cold face, and a group of disciples from Shenjian Mountain who were holding swords with menace.
Li Tian looked calm, and was followed by Li Yan, who looked impatient, as well as Elder Chen and other disciples who had been to the Red Lian Sect before.
Su Jingui was still smiling, and next to him was a serious-looking Mo Yan and several accompanying disciples. Lin Qingyang had previously specifically asked Mo Yan to try not to let disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect come to the scene, so Feng Shu Fengyi was not among them.
The horse-faced guard at the entrance of Fusheng Pavilion and the welcoming half-demon disappeared. Only Spider Lady was waiting at the door. When she saw everyone in the Immortal Alliance, she smiled lightly and greeted:
"My dear fellow immortals, you have worked hard all the way."
Jian Hong glanced at her with some disdain, Li Tianze smiled faintly, but Su Jingui's eyes lit up, and he immediately came forward to greet her, and within a few words they started talking about business.
Jian Hong looked around and saw that the end of the long street was empty, with not even a shadow of half a demon clan. He couldn't help but snorted coldly.
"Why, could it be that the demon tribe retreated in the face of the battle and did not dare to come?" Jian Hong frowned and asked impatiently.
Before he finished speaking, a roar that penetrated the clouds and cracked rocks suddenly came from the nine heavens!
Dozens of hawk monsters were seen swooping down from the clouds like black lightning. Their huge wings brought up violent winds, which made the robes of the human disciples rustle. Immediately after, a group of monster elites wearing heavy armor rode the shadow horses and swooped down from the air. The strong monster energy instantly hit the ground. A group of human monks quickly used their spiritual power to resist. The two forces collided, causing a buzzing sound of air waves.
At the end of the demon clan's team, a luxurious carriage pulled by four golden spirit shadow horses slowly landed. Its wheels ran over the bluestone slabs, making a dull sound, and finally stopped steadily in front of the Fusheng Pavilion.
In front of the carriage, Langya carried the terrifying sword and led Yin Yu, Ba Shan and other demon soldiers and generals forward.
Langya raised his head and glared at the opposite side with great aura. Without moving his lips, he squeezed out the sound from his throat, and whispered to Bashan Yinyu on both sides, "Stand up straight, you can't lose in terms of momentum!"
The human monk on the opposite side unconsciously became taller and taller. He clenched the magic weapon in his hand. The sword light was sharp, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. The eyes of both sides met in mid-air, as if they could create real sparks.
Hearing the golden spirit shadow horse neighing, he saw the thick black curtain of the carriage being lifted open by a hand with clear joints.
Cang Mo slowly got out of the carriage, with flamboyant silver hair and a majestic black royal robe with dark gold patterns. His amber eyes were indifferent and cold, but he didn't even look at the people of the Immortal Alliance. Instead, he turned around and naturally stretched his hand into the carriage.
Then, a fair and slender hand reached out from the car and gently placed it on Cang Mo's palm. There was also a unique silver ring on the middle finger of that hand, which made the skin extra delicate and delicate.
The scene was extremely quiet, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be a little softer. Both humans and monsters looked at the carriage curiously.
After all, except for the high-level officials of both parties, most of the people present had only heard of the rumored Fenghua Sword Immortal but had never seen him in person. Compared to the notorious Demon King Cang Mo, everyone was obviously more curious about what kind of person could fascinate this ferocious Demon King and even be willing to reconcile with the human race for him.
Lin Qingyang relied on Cang Mo's strength to slowly step out of the carriage. He raised his eyes slightly and scanned the surroundings. His signature peach blossom eyes were slightly raised at the end, with a lazy and casual look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
In order not to overly irritate the people of the Immortal Alliance in this tense situation, he did not wear the complicated and gorgeous clothes of the demon clan, but a light gray elegant robe. His long hair was tied back casually with a hair tie, and a few strands of hair casually fell down the side of his neck, making his face look even more beautiful. He was cold and dusty. At first glance, he looked the same as when he was an Immortal Lord at Jiuxiao Sect. But if anyone looked carefully under the sky, they would find that the seemingly simple and low-key gray robe was embroidered with the wolf totem using a silver-gray dark thread similar to the background color.
Cang Mo held his hand and walked through the demon clan side by side, and came directly to the people of the Immortal Alliance. Everyone was a little embarrassed when they saw that their former comrades had now become the queen of the demon clan. Except for Jian Hong, he only felt pure anger.
Lin Qingyang didn't seem to feel embarrassed at all. He calmly turned his eyes around the faces of several old friends and chuckled, "Everyone, it's been a long time."
Su Jingui was the first to react and greeted with a smile, "Long time no see, Lin Xianjun is still as charming as before."
Li Tian also nodded slightly and responded with a polite smile. Li Yan behind him snorted disdainfully, but rarely said anything.
Lin Qingyang's eyes finally fell on Jian Hong, whose complexion had turned the color of pig liver, and he deliberately prolonged his tone. "Senior Jian Hong, are you okay?"
"Shameless!" Jian Hong finally couldn't restrain the anger in his heart and pointed at Lin Qingyang and yelled, "After all, you were once the leader of a sect and the leader of swordsmanship, but you willingly surrendered to this devil. Now you are so shameless and shameless! Are you worthy of your master and your Jiuchen ancestor of Jiuxiao Sect! If you want to show off, you should commit suicide in shame..."
Jian Hong's face turned red with anger, and all kinds of unpleasant idioms were thrown at him like a barrage.
Lin Qingyang listened calmly and even picked his ears out of boredom. He seriously suspected that the reason why the old man was willing to come to the peace talks today was mostly to scold him in person.
Lin Qingyang didn't care, but Cang Mo couldn't hear this. His face instantly darkened, murderous intent surged in his eyes, and without even raising his hand, a violent black demonic energy rushed straight towards Jian Hong's face!
"Insolent!" Jian Hong roared angrily, his whole body was filled with sword energy. He raised his hand and waved his hand, and a sharp sword light struck head-on, splitting the demonic energy away.
The air waves rolled, the surrounding bluestone slabs shattered inch by inch, and the originally tense atmosphere was instantly ignited.
All the disciples of Shenjian Mountain drew out their long swords in unison, and the sound of swords echoed through the long street. Yun Zhan's figure flashed, blocking Jian Hong like an unsheathed blade, staring at Cang Mo with a stern expression.
Naturally, the demon clan was not to be outdone. All the demons showed their fangs and claws and let out dangerous low roars from their throats.
Langya sneered, and the huge long knife in his hand hit the ground with a "bang", creating a deep pit. Bashan next to him raised his head to the sky and let out a deafening roar. The violent demonic energy rose into the sky, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment.
Lin Qingyang was speechless for a while. He just said hello and that's it?