Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1965 Cutting off the path to survival, using loyalty

"Kid, you're getting worse and worse!"

"However, this Immortal Venerable likes it very much!"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

Grandpa Qian's childish laughter, tinged with a hint of wickedness, echoed endlessly in Mo Fan's mind. "The Devouring Heaven lineage is meant to be an enemy of heaven and earth, so why bother pretending to be so kind?"

Unleash your true nature to break free from constraints and grow faster!

"The Spirit Realm's limited scope can't ultimately contain a hidden dragon like you! This Immortal Venerable has high hopes for you, so don't disappoint me!"

Mo Fan rolled his eyes upon hearing this, but a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Uncle Qian, your laughter is more disgusting than the saliva of a centipede demon. You laugh like a villain."

His tone shifted, his eyes turned cold, and he said with a sneer, "I'm not pretending to be kind; after all, I am a 'kind' demon."

If these guys don't provoke me, I naturally won't bother killing innocent people indiscriminately.

"But they knew that there was a swarm of ferocious insects in this place, yet they still came because they were blinded by greed."

If it weren't for the swarm of insects blocking their way, they would have already attacked and killed me without hesitation.

"If that's the case, why should I preach kindness to a bunch of desperados?"

"That makes sense!" Grandpa Qian's voice was full of agreement. "The struggle for the Great Dao is a life-or-death battleground. It's not just about fighting for the so-called supreme immortality, but also about each other's lives and fortunes!"

"So it's not that I'm malicious, it's that they brought this upon themselves!"

Mo Fan chuckled lightly, a flash of cold light disappearing in his eyes.

Just then, he heard a faint whooshing sound in the air and immediately shouted, "They're here!"

As soon as the words were spoken, countless figures suddenly flew out from the bottomless sea of ​​insects ahead, with radiant light filling the sky and magical treasures flying everywhere. They were the cultivators who had been trapped in the sea of ​​insects!

The leader, dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe, with a dignified face, was none other than Nurhaci, the patriarch of the Great Qing Sword Sect!

These cultivators fought their way out of the sea of ​​insects and thought they had finally escaped, but when they looked up, they were terrified by the sight before them.

Outside the hole, a huge orange-yellow gourd, as big as a mountain, floated in the air. The surface of the gourd was filled with flowing light and faint runes.

At the top of the gourd lay a strangely shaped insect—its entire body was translucent, as if carved from the finest crystal, and it exuded a faint aura of power.

What terrified them most was that a young cultivator was actually sitting cross-legged on the back of the glass worm!

The young man, dressed in a blood-red imperial robe, had an ordinary face and a half-smile playing on his lips as he leisurely observed them.

In an instant, all the cultivators felt a bone-chilling cold rush from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.

They finally realized that this was not a sudden insect infestation at all, but a carefully set trap!

This sea of ​​insects is actually being controlled by someone!

"go!"

Emperor Nurhaci only glanced at Mo Fan briefly before being startled by the unfathomable pressure emanating from the other's eyes. He dared not linger for a moment and immediately shouted, preparing to lead his men to break through from the side.

But just as he moved, he crashed into an invisible barrier with a "bang"!

The barrier, though seemingly empty, was indestructible. The immense force of the recoil sent Nur Taihuang flying backward, his blood churning violently, and his face turning deathly pale.

"What!?"

The cultivators behind them were utterly horrified upon seeing this, their expressions changing drastically.

This so-called way out had already been blocked!

"Gentlemen, since you're here, why not stay? There's no need to rush off."

In the distance, atop the orange-yellow gourd, Mo Fan spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable pressure that resounded like thunder in the ears of all the cultivators.

"Who are you!?"

"Why are you blocking our way?!"

"You arrogant brat! Do you know how many patriarchs of major sects are among us? Are you trying to make enemies of all the major forces in Qingwu Continent?!"

For a moment, the cultivators were both shocked and furious. They pointed at Mo Fan and shouted at him, their voices full of threats and resentment.

Nur Taihuang suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, his gaze fixed coldly on Mo Fan, but a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist's methods are extraordinary, to be able to command such a massive swarm of insects is truly rare."

However, we have no past grudges or recent enmity with you, fellow Daoist. We do not know what your intention is in obstructing us.

"We are all cultivators, why ask questions we already know the answers to?" Mo Fan chuckled, ignoring the angry stares, and said in a calm tone, "I am here to borrow something from you all. I wonder if you would do me the honor?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the swarm of insects behind him suddenly stirred up again!

The buzzing of insects resounded through the heavens and earth, and billions of poisonous insects surged like a black tide, instantly surrounding all the cultivators and forming an impenetrable wall of insects.

Although the swarm of insects was restless, it did not immediately launch an attack. Instead, it stared intently at the trapped cultivator with its cold compound eyes, emanating a suffocatingly fierce aura.

This scene further confirmed the cultivators' suspicions: the sea of ​​insects was indeed being controlled by the young man before them!

Although they wished they could grind Mo Fan to dust, they also knew that his strength was unfathomable and far beyond their ability to contend with.

After a few breaths of silence, an old man with white hair spoke cautiously, his voice trembling slightly: "What... what does fellow Daoist desire? If it is within our power, we will certainly offer it to you with both hands!"

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators tensed up, secretly circulating their inner energy, gripping their magical treasures tightly, and preparing to fight to the death at any moment.

"Rest assured, I have no interest in your lives."

Upon seeing this, Mo Fan immediately grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

But the next second, his smile vanished abruptly, his eyes turned sharp as knives, and he said in a deep voice, "I wish to use your loyalty for a purpose. What do you all think?"

"What!?"

"presumptuous!!"

"You actually expect us to submit to you? You're delusional!"

"You have quite the audacity! Do you really think you can subdue us by controlling a swarm of insects?"

"We are all elders and patriarchs of prestigious sects in Qingwu Continent. How could we submit to others? Kill him!!"

The cultivators instantly flew into a rage, their hair and beards bristling with anger, their Yuan Power surging, and their magical treasures shining brightly.

They were all powerful figures, usually high above others and respected by all. When had they ever suffered such humiliation?

Mo Fan's words were undoubtedly trampling on their dignity!

Nurhaci's face also darkened completely, his eyes filled with icy coldness, and he said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, your words are a bit too much!"

Among us are sect leaders and patriarchs of various schools, each with their own legacy and foundation. How can we easily surrender to others?

Fellow Daoist, please reconsider!