The world of immortal cultivation at that time was peaceful and tranquil. Each field had already taken shape during the development period, and there were no disputes over territorial disputes. As for resources, there is no need to say more. The resources for cultivating immortals, such as spiritual plants, monsters, and spiritual stone mines, will all grow and reproduce on their own over time. They have not been mined for thousands or tens of thousands of years, so you can imagine the accumulated amount. Almost every sect's territory will have these resources. Looking around, the resources on each sect's territory are so abundant that one would subconsciously feel that they would never be used up. At that time, no one would want to snatch other people's resources, so the situation in the world of immortal cultivation was exceptionally stable. Even without mentioning the disputes over resources, when cultivators first started to cultivate immortality, they did not have the accumulated experience of their predecessors, only the various recorded techniques they found in the ancient ruins. The first group of people who cultivated immortals were like crossing a river by feeling the stones. They were all busy with their own affairs, so how could they have the energy to conflict with their fellow cultivators who were supporting each other and encouraging each other to make progress together? However, this so-called peace and tranquility is not what the Demon Lord, who came to destroy the world, wants to see. He wanted to see chaos, wanted to see people killing each other for resources or territory, instead of working together as one like now. Usually the sects were harmonious with each other, but once a problem arose, they would unite as one and face the outside world together. To the Demon Lord, all the cultivators in this world in the bottle are just beginner ants. He only needs to use a little trick and stretch out his fingers to easily crush a large number of them. But if so many ants gathered together, working together and facing the outside world in unison, it would not be so easy to crush them. After all, there were so many ants that some of them could not be crushed to death. They would crawl onto his fingers and bite him. If there were too many bites, injuries were inevitable. Therefore, when he first arrived in this world more than 5,000 years ago, he did not start slaughtering all living beings on a large scale. Instead, he tried to use people's hearts to erode and sow discord among the various sects bit by bit.
The civil unrest was the least serious. The more serious ones were the wars between sects. Immortals fought against each other and mortals suffered. During that period, even without the help of the Demon Lord himself, the world of immortals and the mortal world affected by it was filled with blood... That period of history is engraved in the mind of almost every monk. Therefore, the advice her master gave her was to never let the Demon Lord play any tricks in a calm manner. Don't be afraid. If you see him, you must never give him time to think rationally. If you have a sharp tongue, just fire at him. Make him angry as much as you can. Make him angry to death! Use your taunting skills to the maximum. As long as you don't give the opponent enough time to think rationally, and instead use all your strength to fight, it is not impossible for an ant to bite an elephant to death! Even if there are heavy casualties, they can use their flesh and blood to support the world in the bottle behind them! Zhou Ling didn’t have such a sharp tongue before, but after following his master around and learning from him through words and deeds, he naturally became more skilled in it. Although my current skills are not as good as my master's, it is enough to deal with the Demon Lord's soul. After several heated exchanges of words, it seemed that the Demon Lord's soul had exceeded its endurance limit. Although his subordinates surrounded him in a black mass and with great momentum, they had been attacking together for a long time, but the result was only a few scratches left on the protective barrier of the building ship. Demon Lord Fenhun was very angry, but he also understood that although Long Aotian was mocking him, what he said was mostly true. He really didn't have many available manpower within the territory of the West Sea Sect. He had sent many elite soldiers before, hoping to take down Zhou Ling in one fell swoop, but in the end, he underestimated the enemy. Zhou Ling was not taken down, and the general he sent was killed. Most of the elite soldiers were also killed or injured, and few escaped. The repeated failures dealt a deep blow to the Demon Lord's soul. Without thinking, he waved his sleeves to sweep away the useless subordinates in front of him who were in the way, and directly gathered his own strength and struck the barrier shield with one palm. Different from those minor attacks that are insignificant, the Demon Lord's soul will be quite powerful if it does not attack. There was a sound of snap, and tiny cracks appeared on the barrier above his head. However, since the protective barrier formation could repair itself quickly, the fine cracks repaired themselves in less than a moment. However, these cracks still gave the Demon Lord's soul hope of capturing the ship. Perhaps because his charred image was too terrible, in order to show his dominance in front of others, he deliberately put on a black robe. The wide brim of his hat covered half of his face, hiding his charred appearance, but could not hide his arrogance and viciousness from the inside out. A cruel smile half-hidden and half-appeared beneath the brim of his black robe. Then, palm after palm, the continuous demonic energy attacks made the barrier, which had been very strong, seem to be unable to hold on. Although the damage caused by each palm was just tiny cracks, the speed at which these cracks repaired was gradually exceeded by the speed of his attack.
Zhou Ling set up the spiritual power cannon without thinking, aimed it in his direction, gathered the thunder power in his hand, and condensed it into the core of the spiritual power cannon. With a bang, the cannon fired and exploded directly on the body of the Demon Lord's soul. There was an effect. The Demon Lord's soul, which was constantly attacking the barrier, was knocked back a short distance by the power of the spiritual cannon, but he quickly stabilized his body, floated in the sea water, wiped the sleeve of his black robe that was burnt by the lightning power, and gritted his teeth viciously towards Zhou Ling. It's useless to say anything now. As long as his speed is fast enough, and as long as he and his useless subordinates work together, they will be able to capture this iron-shelled ship! By then, the woman inside can be caught, and Zhou Ling will be held in his hands and slowly tortured to death! When Zhou Ling disappears from this world completely, he will take out the Hengyue Sword from her sea of consciousness and destroy it. Then, who in this world can stop his ambition of dominance? By then, all he needed was time. After his body broke through the seal of the volcano, he decided to enjoy this long-awaited meal. These ant-like villains, these villains who desperately resist, will slowly die in his hands. Anyway, it has been delayed for so long, and a moment will not be a big deal. When he breaks the seal, the first thing he will do is to capture all the people in this world, eat them one by one, and torture them slowly before they die, so that they will pay the price for today! It takes time to charge the spiritual power cannon, and it is unknown how long it will take for the next shot. However, the master who was holding on to the front line could no longer wait, and slashed out with his sword again, clearing the obstacles in front of the building ship's route. After ensuring that the building ship could continue to move forward, he directly flew out of the barrier with his sword and went to fight with the Demon Lord's soul. (End of this chapter)