The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 820

Chapter 820: Chapter 817: Intent on the Immortal Apricot Chapter 820: Chapter 817: Intent on the Immortal Apricot “`

“Black Jiao King! What are you doing at Mount Putuo?” Fairy Qinglian's pupils contracted as she coldly shouted at the arrival.

Her heart was greatly shaken because, due to an accident during the conference, all the prohibitions within Mount Putuo had been activated. How had these members of the Demon Race bypassed all the prohibitions?

Above the high platform “swish swish swish” several figures flashed in succession, revealing the presences of Wei Qing and several Mount Putuo elders, all of whom had cultivation levels above the Great Mahayana Stage.

“What, both my Black Dragon Pool and your Mount Putuo are located in the Southern Sea; we're practically neighbors. When your Mount Putuo is hosting such a grand conference, we specifically came to show support. Fairy Qinglian, could it be that you're not welcoming us? That would not be the proper way to treat guests,” the Black Armored Giant laughed heartily, taking long strides as he began descending toward the ground below.

Around the square, the void flickered continuously, revealing red, blue, and white layers of a prohibition light curtain, with runes circulating on its surface and radiance shining in all directions, clearly all sophisticated prohibitions.

The Black Armored Giant's face showed a trace of disdain as he continued his descent.

With a “puchi” sound, the moment his body came into contact with the triple-layer light curtain of prohibition, it shattered like paper.

The Black Armored Giant landed on the square in front of him, and the other members of the Demon Race also followed, settling onto the square.

The disciples from various sects on the square hastily avoided the demons and gathered beside the high platform.

A trace of anger appeared on Fairy Qinglian's face as she was about to speak.

“Our fellow demon cultivators have come from afar, and naturally we welcome you. Someone, prepare seats for our distinguished guests,” Daoist Huang Tong suddenly raised his hand to interrupt her and spoke indifferently.

Fairy Qinglian glanced at Huang Tong, a flash of gloom passing through her eyes, but she remained silent.

“There's no need for seats. Our purpose here is to discuss a matter with you and we will be leaving soon,” the Black Jiao King waved his hand and said.

“Oh? Brother Black Jiao King, what matter brings you here? Feel free to speak openly,” inquired Huang Tong nonchalantly.

“Today, you at Mount Putuo are hosting the 'Immortal Apricot Conference,' and naturally, I have come for the immortal apricot,” the Black Jiao King's eyes fell upon the immortal apricot on the high platform, licking his lips with a trace of greed flickering in his gaze.

“You desire the immortal apricot? I'm afraid that will disappoint you all. The output from the immortal apricot tree this time was not substantial, yielding only three fruits, and they have already been allocated for specific purposes. There is no surplus. If you truly want our sect's immortal apricot, you may have to wait another few hundred years,” said Huang Tong with a smile.

“We need this immortal apricot to help Turtle Taoist Friend withstand a great calamity of wind disaster, and we cannot wait. Isn't there one right here? I'll trade one True Immortal Demon Pellet and three Ten-thousand-year Dragon Bone Corals for it. Daoist Brother Huang Tong and Fairy Qinglian should have no objections, right?” After glancing at the Hunchbacked Old Man beside him, the Black Jiao King swept his sleeve, and a gesture brought forth a sky-blue demon pellet and three golden corals.

Around the demon pellet swirled a blue qi laden with countless points of light, resembling the stardust of the Heavenly River; the three golden corals, shaped like dragon horns, emanated astonishing fluctuations of spiritual power.

Shen Luo's brows furrowed as he looked towards Fairy Qinglian.

The four treasures brought out by the Black Jiao King were obviously rare and valuable, possibly worth as much as the immortal apricot itself, so Fairy Qinglian might agree to the trade.

“Big Brother Shen, rest assured, Master will not agree to such an impolite demand!” Nie Caizhu's voice rang in Shen Luo's ears.

Upon hearing this, Shen Luo felt slightly relieved.

“This immortal apricot is the prize for the 'Immortal Apricot Conference' and cannot be used for trading. You may leave; we will not see you off!” Fairy Qinglian spoke coldly, giving them a direct dismissal.

“Is that so? Are you saying that you refuse to give this face, Fairy Qinglian?” The Black Jiao King narrowed his eyes, his tone carrying a veiled threat.

“Hmph! By the look of things, you didn't come to exchange for the immortal apricot but to cause trouble instead,” Fairy Qinglian said sternly.

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“Haha! Fairy Qinglian, to accuse us so is to wrong us, we have come here merely to take this immortal apricot.” The Black Jiao King laughed heartily, his hand suddenly reaching into the void.

A flash of black light in his palm, and the phantom of a black flood dragon appeared, lunging viciously towards the high platform.

Before the phantom of the flood dragon arrived, a surge of chilling power rushed forward, causing everyone on the high platform to shiver as their blood nearly froze.

“How dare you make your move! Seeking death!” Fairy Qinglian roared in anger, her hands quickly forming seals and drawing them in. The two mountain peaks nearby rumbled, and countless silver thunderbolts erupted, striking the black flood dragon phantom.

The phantom was immediately pierced with countless holes, and after a muffled groan, the black flood dragon phantom dissipated, and the chilling power in the void scattered as well.

However, those silver thunderbolts did not vanish; they continued to strike towards the Black Jiao King and the other demons.

At the same time, a roaring sound filled the sky above the square, and a golden spirit lamp with seven flames appeared out of thin air, with numerous golden flames rolling down from the sky, plunging straight towards the Black Jiao King and the others like a rain of fire.

“The Seven Treasures Exquisite Lamp!” Someone among the crowd near the high platform who knew their stuff exclaimed.

Shen Luo's gaze shifted; before coming to Mount Putuo, he had done his research and learned a bit about this sect. The Seven Treasures Exquisite Lamp was one of Mount Putuo's mountain-guarding magical treasures, reportedly personally refined by Guanyin Bodhisattva, possessing boundless might.

Fairy Qinglian had activated this treasure; it seemed that the Black Jiao King and the other demons would not have a good time.

Yet Shen Luo found it puzzling; the Black Jiao King and his companions were too audacious, causing trouble within the Mount Putuo sect itself. Even if their strength was formidable, surely they could not match the thousands of years of accumulation of the entire Mount Putuo.

The Black Jiao King also grew solemn, opened his mouth and spat out a pitch-black demon flag. With a whooshing flick, a thick black demon cloud suddenly appeared above, shielding all the demons within it.

Within the cloud, countless human and demon souls struggled in pain, roaring towards the heavens. The once clear and bright square instantly turned gloomy, with a chilling Yin Qi pervading the air, as if it had become Yama's Palace.

The silver thunderbolts and the golden rain of fire struck the demon cloud, immediately creating countless explosive thunderous sounds that echoed across the sky.

The silver thunderbolts and golden flames burst open and interweaved, constantly tearing and evaporating the black demon cloud, which quickly thinned out.

Fairy Qinglian continued her incantation, and Huang Tong next to her did not stand idly by, lending his aid with magic as well. The silver thunderbolts and golden rain of fire falling from above became even more intense, and the black demon cloud dissipated even faster, on the verge of being completely pierced through.

A trace of joy appeared on Fairy Qinglian's face, ready to put in extra effort to leave these demons no chance of escape.

But at that very moment, sudden treachery struck from behind her. With all attention directed towards the fierce conflict below, two sharp lights suddenly shot out from Wei Qing, who stood behind Fairy Qinglian, and hit her unprotected back.

Thud!

Fairy Qinglian's body was instantly pierced with two bloody holes, and she spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, her magic spell dissipating in hand.

Huang Tong was also attacked by two beams of light from behind, but they were met with two loud clangs; his body was jolted, but he remained unharmed.

Looking through the torn clothes, Huang Tong was wearing a faint golden inner armor.

His magic spells also dissipated, and the silver thunderbolts and golden rain of fire that had been descending from mid-air abruptly halted.

Elsewhere on the high platform, and even within the crowd below, there were sudden screams of agony as many were grievously wounded by unexpected attacks.

In an instant, everything descended into chaos, with sharp cries and roars merging into one tumultuous din.