The person managing the teleportation was an old man in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. He wore the attire of the Treasure Pavilion and had a face like jade. The old man's name was Qi Hai, and he managed the only teleportation array here.
The fees varied depending on the length of the journey, and he was already accustomed to it.
Li Chengfeng, with a dazed Bai Mo, entered the teleportation hall, threw out a storage bag without a word, and said, "Fellow Daoist, I'm leaving now for the Myriad Demon Mountain. Please activate the array."
Qi Hai scanned the storage bag with his spiritual sense and found that there were a hundred extra middle-grade spirit stones. He was immediately overjoyed: "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I will activate it immediately."
Knowing full well that these one hundred middle-grade spirit stones were a tip for him, Qi Hai waved the token in his hand, and the entire array hummed, erupting with a dazzling light.
This was the teleportation array. As long as one stepped into it, they would instantly appear on the other side, greatly reducing travel time.
But just as the teleportation array was about to activate, seven cultivators rushed in hastily.
The leader, a wretched-looking man who had reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, had a cold gaze and was surrounded by a chilling aura. He shouted loudly, "Stop! We're going first! To capture this little beast for Fairy Han Ziyi,
we've already wasted time. If we're late, we'll miss her birthday!"
The other six, who seemed to be his junior brothers, shouted and demanded that Li Chengfeng stop.
Li Chengfeng ignored them and turned to step into the teleportation array.
The wretched man was furious: "Bastard! We from Frozen Ice Mountain are going first, and you dare not give us face. You're courting death!"
With that, he waved his hand, and a flying sword with a chilling aura attacked Li Chengfeng. It was actually a top-grade spiritual weapon.
The other junior brothers also showed no weakness and unleashed their flying swords, slashing at Li Chengfeng, intending to kill him on the spot.
The seven flying swords were extremely fast, heading straight for Li Chengfeng, intending to cut him into countless pieces.
The cultivators of Frozen Ice Mountain were truly ruthless and vicious. Even Qi Hai on the side was incredulous.
Although he was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, he knew that these seven people's seven Frozen Ice Swords could form the Frozen Ice Sword Formation, and its power was extraordinary.
He could only shake his head and sigh, feeling that Li Chengfeng's life was too short, encountering this group of elite disciples from Frozen Ice Mountain.
Li Chengfeng didn't want to get entangled with them, time was pressing, and he had to rush to the Myriad Demon Mountain.
But these people were courting death, causing his eyes to narrow, and a burst of baleful aura erupted from his body.
Instantly, the temperature of the entire hall plummeted. He snorted coldly, and with a Thunderclap Strike, the seven flying swords were immediately stopped in mid-air with clanging sounds, and fell to the ground.
The seven of them felt a splitting headache and a daze.
Li Chengfeng directly waved his hand, and a wind vortex teleported these flying swords into his hands. Then, he pointed with his right hand and directly used the Rain Summoning Technique.
Immediately, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled above the seven people's heads, dark clouds gathered, and poisonous raindrops fell with a crackling sound, causing them to wail in pain as soon as they hit their bodies.
Under the Thunderclap Strike, they didn't even activate their protective qi.
When they thought that their seven flying swords had already killed the opponent and that the opponent had no power to resist, they didn't expect to be directly defeated by Li Chengfeng's spell.
As the poisonous rain fell, they were all drenched, disfigured, and bleeding profusely.
Then countless lightning bolts struck them, burning them black and paralyzing them.
The little bit of magic power they had just mustered was shattered again.
Then countless wind vortices stirred them into pieces, and suddenly flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the screams stopped abruptly.
Almost instantly, these seven elite cultivators from Frozen Ice Mountain were turned into a pile of minced meat.
Li Chengfeng, holding the seven people's storage bags, stepped into the teleportation array, his figure disappearing instantly, leaving only a tall and straight back.
Qi Hai stared at this scene, his mouth wide open, his heart filled with shock and incomprehension.
The residual magic power fluctuations in the hall, the heavy bloody smell, and the blood mist in the sky all proved that a fierce battle had just taken place.
He couldn't believe that the seven elite disciples of Frozen Ice Mountain were killed in an instant, and even their magical artifacts and storage bags were taken away by the other party.
"This... is this really something a Foundation Establishment cultivator can do?" Qi Hai's heart was full of doubts, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
He realized that this cultivator named Li Chengfeng was by no means an ordinary person, and was probably a hidden elite disciple within the Wind Cloud Sect.
"Wind Cloud Sect... Frozen Ice Mountain..." Qi Hai's face changed drastically, and he realized that this matter was no small matter.
The two major sects had always been hostile to each other. Now that the elite disciples of Frozen Ice Mountain had been killed by a cultivator from the Wind Cloud Sect, it would undoubtedly cause a huge uproar.
His heart was uneasy, worried about what unpredictable consequences this catastrophe would bring him.
At this time, Li Chengfeng had already flown out of the teleportation array of the Treasure Pavilion of the Myriad Demon Mountain with Bai Xiaotong.
The Foundation Establishment cultivator waiting here only smiled slightly when he saw Li Chengfeng, and didn't say much. Li Chengfeng didn't stop either, and disappeared with the already numb Bai Mo.
Bai Mo was completely petrified at this time. He had already felt fear when he saw those flying swords at the beginning.
After all, the Seven Swords Formation of Frozen Ice Mountain was well-known, and he thought there would be a fierce battle this time, but he didn't expect Li Chengfeng to kill all seven people with just one spell.
The power of that spell completely exceeded his imagination.
"Senior Brother... This... Did you really do this?" Bai Xiaotong finally came back to his senses and asked with a trembling voice.
Li Chengfeng smiled slightly and didn't say much.
He knew that this incident was a huge shock to Bai Xiaotong, but it was also a part of her growth.
He believed that after this incident, Bai Xiaotong would understand more deeply the cruelty and importance of cultivation.
At this time, the Myriad Demon Mountain was shrouded in the Myriad Demon Great Array. Above the sky, two huge flood dragons circled and danced. They had antlers on their heads and were huge, hundreds of feet in size. They were from the Evil Dragon Clan.
Although these two flood dragons were not true members of the Evil Dragon Clan, their bloodlines were relatively pure and possessed great power.
Fighting against these two flood dragons were two human cultivators.
One of them was Du Yutong, who held the Wind Vortex Spear. She was challenging a mother dragon. The Wind Vortex Spear was as fast as lightning, and the collision with the dragon claws emitted flashes of lightning and thunder.
The other was a young and handsome man, Ding Wuyan. His long hair fluttered, and he held a battle knife. He attacked the old dragon with Wind Fists while fighting it with the battle knife. His knife skills were superb, and every knife was fatal.
These two cultivators were both experts in the half-step God Transformation realm. Although they had entangled the two dragons, the two dragons cooperated tacitly, entangled each other, and occasionally spewed out poisonous dragon breath, making it impossible for them to take down the flood dragons for a while.
In a corner of the battlefield, the Myriad Demon King was already seriously injured, but he had not damaged his foundation.
When he was injured again, he unexpectedly turned misfortune into blessing and stepped into the half-step God Transformation realm.
It was just a pity that his current injuries were quite serious and he could not personally participate in the battle of the two dragons.
And the one fighting him was his former subordinate—Blackwater Flood Dragon.
At this time, the flood dragon had completely refined that body, and its whole body was filled with evil aura.
The flood dragon looked at the Myriad Demon King and sneered: "Myriad Demon King, a wise man submits to circumstances.
Your stubbornness will drag the entire Myriad Demon Mountain into hell. Only I, Blackwater Flood Dragon, can lead the Myriad Demon Mountain to glory."
The Myriad Demon King roared angrily: "Blackwater Flood Dragon! I have treated you well, and even bestowed you with the body of a flood dragon to restore your strength. How dare you betray me like this! You are worse than a pig or a dog!"
Hearing this, the Blackwater Flood Dragon raised a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, "The Myriad Demon King still gave too little, and the Evil Dragon Clan gave me the blood of the Evil Dragon. As long as I cultivate step by step, I may truly transform into a giant dragon!"
He directly waved his huge dragon claws and launched a fierce attack on the Myriad Demon King.
