Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1920 The treasure is captivating, and some people are fainting at the sight of blood.

The reason Mo Fan claimed to be from the Spirit Realm was not because he was deliberately impersonating a member of the Spirit Clan, but because he didn't know much about the Spirit Realm. Apart from the few known major domains, he only knew about the Spirit Realm.

However, given the known major domains, there are likely powerful figures from each domain gathered here. If he were to casually mention it, he would probably immediately give himself away, which is why he fabricated a spiritual domain.

After all, he had talked with Zhan Tai Xuan Yue before, and the other party did not know about the Wood Domain and Qing Wu Continent, which meant that the Spirit Domain must be extremely far away from the major domains in the vicinity.

What he didn't expect was that Qin Ying would mistake him for a cultivator from the Spirit Clan.

Actually, it's not Qin Ying's fault. There aren't many cultivators in the surrounding major domains who know about the Spirit Domain. Only those with high cultivation levels like Qin Ying have heard of it. In addition, Spirit Clan cultivators don't look much different from humans, so it's hard to tell them apart without careful perception.

Mo Fan had just demonstrated his strength, so naturally no one would want to offend him now.

And so, Mo Fan became a Spirit Clan cultivator without even realizing it.

Only the Shen sisters looked curious. They knew their young master's background; he was not a spirit cultivator, but a demon!

Of course, the demon race can also be considered a different race in some respects.

Because the demon race is also an ancient race, it's just that the ancient race further subdivided the demon race into multiple races.

For example, the Golden Ape Clan and the Azure Roc Clan can actually be considered demon clans.

However, the troll race, along with the previously mentioned Xuanlin Four-Armed Race and Wart Bear Race, has little connection with the demon race.

Therefore, in a sense, the term "demon race" is just a general term, like the term "ancient race," referring specifically to certain groups.

However, each race in the spirit world has its own pride, and often they do not acknowledge that they belong to the demon race.

The demon race in the Azure Dragon Domain is different. Because they originated from the Azure Dragon Domain and are mostly low-level ancient races, they chose to band together for survival and were therefore more willing to admit that they are demons.

Mo Fan didn't examine the spoils of war closely, nor was it the right time to look at them. So he collected them all, which made many cultivators envious.

But no one dared to attack Mo Fan again.

After that battle, Mo Fan had thoroughly established his prestige. Even the powerful Qingpeng Clan did not choose to make a move, so these human cultivators naturally dared not make a move either.

After all, nobody wants to be the first to stick their neck out.

The treasure is tempting, but you have to be alive to retrieve it.

Even so, these people still had no intention of leaving. They still harbored some fantasies, wanting to get a share of the spoils from that secret place in the canyon.

This is mainly because not everyone here knows what treasures are inside the secret place. Only a few know about the Origin of the Boundary. Most people are actually attracted here by the cultivators gathered here, thinking that the so-called "secret place" is an ancient ruin containing many treasures.

Therefore, none of them wanted to leave, and they all fantasized that they could escape by chance after obtaining the treasure.

After all, this is where the Zheng and Ye families rose to prominence.

Who can guarantee that this place won't become the starting point for some of their cultivators to rise to prominence?

As the saying goes, "People die for wealth, birds die for food," and this is exactly the case.

Another large group of rogue cultivators or lone cultivators fell into the hands of the alien race, and in the end, they all became pawns to explore the way. After more than ten people died, someone finally made it through the canyon with great care.

"what!!"

"I've finally made it out alive!!"

"You alien races, and you bystanders who stood by and watched! I'll remember you!!"

It was a middle-aged man with the cultivation level of a Saint Venerable in the late stage. He shouted excitedly, turned around and glared at the crowd of cultivators, and then jumped into the bottomless pit without hesitation.

"go with!"

Zheng Hongyun spoke in a deep voice, and a group of Saint Venerables and Saint Emperor Realm cultivators behind him immediately headed straight for the canyon ahead.

The alien race did not slack off either, and also rushed towards the canyon.

"Walk!!"

"An unclaimed treasure should be ours!"

"I don't ask for much, I just want to get a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure!"

"My days are numbered. I only wish to find an ancient cultivator's Yin-Yang Creation Pill to prolong my life!"

Anyone who dares to stop me, I will fight them to the death!

"Legend has it that in ancient times, before the connection between heaven and earth was severed, true immortals descended to the mortal realm. Perhaps this secret place contains immortal cultivation techniques!"

"Go for it! You only need one of these: a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure, a Yin-Yang Creation Pill, or an Immortal Cultivation Technique!!"

In an instant, most of the cultivators moved!

At this moment, they were no longer afraid of the alien race; their eyes were filled with desire and ambition.

"Truly a treasure that moves the heart!"

Mo Fan sneered repeatedly upon seeing this scene.

"Young Master, they've all gone to seize the treasures, aren't we going in?" Shen Fengyao asked anxiously.

Even Shen Yueli looked at Mo Fan with a puzzled expression.

"Why should we go in?" Mo Fan asked with a smile.

"what?"

The two sisters were taken aback upon hearing this, and then both frowned. "Young master, we don't understand."

"It's simple. If this canyon alone is so dangerous, who knows if there aren't other dangers lurking in that so-called secret place?"

Mo Fan shrugged, then grinned, revealing a bright smile, and said, "Instead of going in and fighting to the death with these guys, why don't we just stay outside and reap the benefits?"

As he spoke, he glanced at some people in the distance and chuckled, "Look at these people, none of them have made a move, have they?"

Upon hearing this, the Shen sisters looked over and indeed found that some powerful figures had not yet taken action, including the old man from Xuan Yin Island, the second elder of the Zheng family, and several unfamiliar faces.

Without exception, these guys all had terrifying auras, all of them being at the half-step Great Saint realm!

In contrast, the group of alien races all headed to the secret place.

"Don't those alien races know about their plan?" Shen Fengyao asked again, somewhat puzzled.

“There aren’t many fools who can get here, and those alien races naturally know that.”

"But they just prefer to believe in their own fists!"

"The number of strong individuals among the alien races is no less than that among the humans. It remains to be seen who will be the snipe and the clam, and who will be the fisherman!"

Mo Fan sneered. He had dealt with alien cultivators before and knew very well how blindly confident those guys were in their own strength.

As they talked, the canyon became nearly deserted, with the vast majority of cultivators successfully flying into the secret realm.

Of course, there were also quite a few unlucky ones who accidentally triggered the Soul Fiend in the canyon, or ran headfirst into a spatial rift.

There were also quite a few unlucky cultivators who died.

This piqued Mo Fan's interest.

After all the cultivators in the canyon had left, Mo Fan took out the Xuanhuang Gourd from his waist and directly propelled it towards the canyon.

His action caught the attention of the half-step Great Sages around him.

"what are you up to!?"

The old man from Xuan Yin Island was the first to give Mo Fan a cold look, his voice icy.

"Fellow Daoist, those secret places are full of our disciples and close relatives. You'd better not go too far."

In the distance, another middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze equally cold, staring intently at Mo Fan, his body radiating the power of law, as if he were about to make a move at any moment.

Although the other cultivators did not speak, they all kept a close eye on Mo Fan's actions.

"Uh……"

Mo Fan was taken aback, then grinned at the group of cultivators.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm just a little squeamish about blood, so I just wanted to collect the corpses in the canyon and clean up the battlefield. Is it really necessary to be so nervous?"

"Or... do you fellow Daoists wish to engage in a life-or-death battle with me for these corpses?"