Ti flows on, like a fleeting steed passing through a crack, and in the blink of an eye, two years have quietly slipped away.
In these two years, the invasion of the demonic cultivators has beco increasingly rampant.
The Wanzhe Waters have inevitably been affected as well.
Thankfully, for the ti being, no one has set their sights on the Purple Bamboo Mountain.
This deep night, the inky sky presses down on the earth like a massive black silk, heavy and oppressive.
In a hidden mountain forest, a group of demon cultivators is gathering, with a stifling and eerie atmosphere.
A Golden Core demon cultivator, hidden within the rolling black mist like a demon god from hell, his expression extrely cold, slowly began to speak:
"This ti, the target is the Rain Pavilion, fad for its crafting of magical puppets."
"Although it’s a Fake Pill power, their Fake Pill ancestor fell many years ago, and currently their highest cultivation is only at Foundation Establishnt Perfection."
"It won’t be difficult for us to annihilate them, but we must quickly refine their flesh and souls to avoid alerting the Demon Strangling Team of Yue Country, which could surround us!"
The black mist rolled and surged around him as if it had a life of its own, occasionally flashing with eerie red light, reflecting his cruel and emotionless face.
"Understood."
The demon cultivators behind him responded in unison, with a hint of greed in their voices.
Flesh and souls—these are nourishnt for their further advancent.
However, among these demons, the only Fake Pill cultivator’s face showed a trace of hesitation.
After hesitating for a mont, he finally spoke:
"Elder Li, to be frank, I previously used divination to deduce this action, and it showed a great on of disaster."
"Do you think we should reconsider our plan?"
Upon hearing this, the Golden Core demon cultivator called Elder Li instantly burned with intense fury in his eyes, like two raging flas, hot and wild.
"Do you dare ntion your nonsensical, half-baked divination again?"
"Do you believe I won’t imdiately extract your soul and refine your marrow, letting you live in tornt, wishing for death but unable to die!"
He turned around abruptly, like a beast ready to devour, fiercely staring at the Foundation Establishnt Perfection demon cultivator who spoke up.
In an instant, a powerful Fake Pill pressure spread out like surging tides, spreading all around.
This person, having fortuitously obtained the legacy of a diviner and now doing everything based on divination.
But the divinations were half-baked, with frighteningly low accuracy, which greatly vexed him.
In past operations, this person’s divinations had already caused several unnecessary troubles.
If it weren’t for their deep penetration into Yue Country’s heartland at this mont, and that person having formidable mana, with so use in battle, he would have already eliminated him without hesitation.
"I... I understand."
The Fake Pill demon cultivator, under the pressure of the Golden Core cultivator, turned pale as a sheet.
He knew well Elder Li’s ruthless thods, and if he truly angered him, he would et a fate worse than death.
Elder Li snorted coldly, retracting his murderous gaze and formidable pressure.
He turned his gaze back to the distance, where the Rain Pavilion lay.
Under the cover of night, the outline of the Rain Pavilion was faintly visible, like a sleeping giant beast.
"Move out!"
Elder Li coldly spat out two words.
Thus, this group of demon cultivators silently moved toward the Rain Pavilion like phantoms.
...
Several hours later.
The dawn finally broke through the dark horizon, a faint gleam of light like a fla of hope, slowly rising from the distant sky.
However, by this ti, the Rain Pavilion had long been unrecognizable, reduced to a pile of charred ruins.
On the scorched ground, countless Rain Pavilion cultivators lay scattered in disarray.
Their deaths were extrely horrifying, with only a thin layer of shriveled skin clinging tightly to their jagged bones.
Hollow eye sockets and gaping mouths seed to speak of the endless fear and despair before their death.
"Next target!"
Elder Li glared coldly at the Fake Pill demon cultivator, as if saying, ’Is this the great on of disaster you ntioned?’
The Fake Pill cultivator was drenched in a cold sweat from his stare, not daring to speak.
Fortunately, Elder Li rely glanced before looking away, then he raised his hand and gently waved it in the air.
In an instant, a transparent barrier of light exuding a ghostly glow suddenly appeared before the demon cultivators.
The barrier flickered uncertainly, clearly showing seven or eight nas upon it.
These nas represent, almost exclusively, individuals or forces with a unique skill in the cultivation world.
Among these nas, Xu Ping’s na conspicuously appeared.
...
...
Ti swiftly passed, and two months vanished in an instant.
In the artifact refining room within Thousand Leaves Mountain.
Xu Ping stood quietly in the center of the artifact refining room, his expression calm as he gazed at the blazing fla suspended mid-air.
This fla, with a faint purple hue, was the Demon Fire spat out by the water-fowl rat, and with the delicate array enhancent, Xu Ping was able to control its size at will.
"Finally, the last three of the seventy-two top-grade magical swords are about to be completed!"
Looking at the three long swords gradually forming in the flickering fire, Xu Ping couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief.
With his current artifact refining technique, refining one top-grade magical sword isn’t particularly difficult.
However, crafting seventy-two top-grade magical artifacts this ti is quite a challenge even for soone with such experience and refined skills as Xu Ping.
This refining process has spanned four long months.
Luckily, today finally seems to promise a successful conclusion!
"Quench!"
Xu Ping’s hands swiftly ford a seal, abruptly spitting out a word.
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