C997 great monk confronted him

When the Demon Prince and Demon Princess made contact with the Ninety thousand Feet West Spirit Mountain, it was as if they no longer existed in the same time and space as the terrifying greater demon behind them. Even though it seemed like they were very, very close to each other, it was actually very far away.

This was a very strange and realistic feeling.

The great demon took a step forward, and reached the place where the Demon Prince and Demon Princess could touch the Western Spirit Mountain, he even went a bit further, and the place where the two of them just touched the Ninety thousand Feet West Spirit Mountain, but he was unable to reach the Western Spirit Mountain, which was extremely bizarre.

"What's going on? It's clear that they touched the Western Spirit Mountain here, so why can't I do the same? " The demon clan elder was shocked to discover that Demon Princess and Demon Princess were actually walking up the Western Spirit Mountain just like the cultivators who had arrived at the mountain earlier.

This scene caused the demon clan expert to find it hard to believe.

"How is this possible? "This, this..."

While this demon race's great demon was indescribably shocked, the Blood red shadow with the Imperial Armament that came from behind him was also here. However, he was also unable to touch the West Spirit Mountain in the slightest, and could only stand on the spot dejectedly.

Right now, there were already quite a few people on the Western Spirit Mountain, and their numbers were about ten or so. All of them were outstanding people in the young generation, but there was one thing special about them, and that was that their strengths were all below the half-step king and they weren't very old.

Those who did not manage to enter the West Spirit Mountain were all great monk s. Each and every one of them had white foreheads. With their knowledge, they naturally discovered something special very quickly.

"So, the cultivation base here is restricted, and even the age is limited. It seems that those who can touch and enter West Spirit Mountain are all young geniuses."

"No wonder we can't touch the Western Spirit Mountain. So it's because of our cultivation base and age. It seems that the good fortune of the Western Spirit Mountain belongs to the younger generation."

"Then let's see how much good fortune my clan's young generation can obtain."

"The West Spirit Mountain is simply too magical. It has existed for who knows how many years, but nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Now that it has changed, it definitely has to hide an extraordinary opportunity. Unfortunately, we won't be able to obtain it."

"That might not be the case. We are unable to obtain them. However, since those younger generation members are able to obtain them, they will naturally be ours …" Someone spoke in a cold voice.

Humph, that is easy to say. We do not have much lifespan and we do not know if we can wait for them to come out. Moreover, there are quite a number of factions behind these people.

Immediately, the group of great monk s who were unable to get close to the Western Spirit Mountain began to discuss with each other. Their cultivation was extremely high, so naturally, they could easily communicate with each other from far away.

Among these people, some of them hid their identities, while some of them existed openly.

They all had one thing in common, and that was that none of them were simple trash. They all either had incomparably powerful cultivations, or had weapons of the Saint level or above to protect themselves. Otherwise, they wouldn't even have the qualifications to come here.

"Who is that guy?" "He actually came as well." Saint Goldlight turned his ice-cold eyes to the bloody mist far behind him, unwilling to reveal his true form.

The bloody figure seemed to sense something and turned its ice-cold gaze towards Sage Golden Light without the slightest fear. He knew that with his Emperor Armament in hand, if Sage Golden Light showed any signs of cowardice, he would definitely destroy him.

He knew this too well to show any sign of cowardice.

The two of them were in a confrontation. The demon race's demons, who were standing between the two of them, had no intentions of getting involved. They moved to the middle of the confrontation without saying anything further and watched the two of them with interest.

The two of them were not ordinary people. One of them was a powerful Saint, while the other was a semi-sage who possessed an Imperial Armament. If they were to fight, it would be difficult for them to fight each other.

The bloody figure and the Radiant Saint were about ten kilometers apart. After staring at each other for a while, they slowly approached each other.

Although the speed of their approach was not fast, it was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

As they neared each other, their auras were constantly brewing, as if they were trying to ferment their auras to the extreme so that they could approach each other and give the opponent a fatal blow.

As the two of them slowly approached each other, their auras continuously rose, immediately attracting the attention of the other great monk s.

At this moment, all of them were slowly approaching where the Golden Saint and the Blood red shadow were fighting. They all wanted to see the battle between the two of them.

The atmosphere was tense. The spectators were all from great monk and there were a total of six of them.

Adding the two people in the confrontation, there were a total of eight people.

Even the weakest of them was at the peak of the King's realm, while the weakest carried terrifying weapons.

There were only two Saints who did not harm any soldiers. One was the Golden Light Saint, the other was a sage-like immortal bone, and this white-haired Daoist was also extremely terrifying. His aura was similar to that of the Swordlight Saint.

Each of the eight great monk s had one thing in common. All of them did not have much lifespan remaining, and all of them wanted to obtain benefits from the West Spirit Mountain.

This was also the main reason why they had entered the center of West Lingshan Desert.

Currently, the 11 prodigies on the Western Spirit Mountain were all the children on their backs.

At this moment, Saint Golden Light and the blood-colored figure were gradually drawing closer. Under everyone's watchful eyes, they were only a kilometer apart. With just a thought, they would be able to reach this distance.

By this point, they could be considered to have held on for the time being. However, their auras had already reached the point where they could explode out at any moment.

This time, the confrontation was initiated by the Golden Light Saint, and was caused by the Blood red shadow.

Blood red shadow felt that her cultivation was still unable to contend against the Golden Light Saint, but he had always kept the Broken Sword and the rotted wood box in her heart. Therefore, she wanted to borrow the power of the six major powers to force the Golden Light Saint to hand over the broken sword and rotting wood box.

Only this way would he be able to once again obtain the wooden box and the broken sword.

Originally, he did not know that the broken sword could even use a stone skin to seal one's aura. Now, knowing this method, he naturally would not easily give up.

Not long ago, he had been following Sage Golden Light in hopes of taking back the broken sword and rotting wood box.

"Hand over the treasure or else, don't blame me for being impolite." The Blood red shadow directly opened his mouth and stared fixedly at the broken sword and the rotting wood box on the body of the Goldlight Sage.

Upon seeing his gaze and hearing his words, the major powers present all turned to look in his direction.

The Goldlight Sage silently cursed, but he wouldn't give up on the broken sword and rotting wood box so easily. He felt that these were two incredible treasures that couldn't be lost.

The atmosphere immediately became a bit tense.