Inside the dark demon palace, a figure drifted past like a ghost and entered a large hall at the back of the demon palace.
“Lan Cang, what is your business here?”
A ball of fire flared up, reflecting a gloomy face and a pair of dark eyes that looked silently at the blue-robed Daoist whose tracks had been discovered.
Su Feng Turb, the Lord of the Zun Devil Hall’s Hall of Blessings, the person responsible for guarding the secret hall of the Heavenly Devil Palace.
When Lan Cang was called out by this man, he did not panic, but merely revealed a somewhat naive smile and said, “It’s nothing, I just want to find a treasure in the Secret Hall.”
“To enter the Secret Hall, you need a demon daddy’s warrant, this, Lan Cang, you should be clear about.”
Su Feng Turb said in a seemingly casual manner, while a hand gathered in his sleeve secretly exerted strength.
The fact that Lan Cang had sneaked in here was too weird. Although Su Feng Turb had worked with Lan Cang for many years, he still had to be wary of what he should be wary of and suspicious of what he should be suspicious of.
“Don’t bother, old Su, you and I have worked together for many years, and your grandson Ah Xie even followed me into the jianghu, so why make such a fuss?”
Lan Cang didn’t seem to feel that his behaviour was inappropriate at all, still smiling.
“You said it, I even saved your grandson’s life several times back then, if it wasn’t for me, old Su, you would have been sent to your death with white hair long ago. Oh, no, your hair is not white ——”
“Boom…”
The fireball was extinguished in a flash as a wave of air swept through the air, and Blue Cang, who was still chattering away, held his palm against the hand knife that was tilted from below, without a trace of frivolity on his face, only a calm and indifferent look.
“Why bother? Old Su, you and I have been friends for so many years ——”
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“Lan Cang, you really do have a backbone in the back of your head.”
A dark and sullen colour flowed from Su Feng Turb’s body, adding a hint of evil, “Those who trespa*s into the secret hall will be killed without pardon!”
“Ten Thousand Evil Battle Guardian, kill!”
The dark and sullen colour enveloped his entire body, Su Feng You’s palms were like thunder, his fists were like lightning, his entire body was transformed into an attacking weapon, like a fierce storm, pouring down on Lan Cang in a single stream.
“Boom boom boom ——”
Lan Cang was like a broken drum, constantly emitting a dull sound as he was knocked back by Su Feng You.
The obsidian ground was like mud, and nine footprints were made by Lan Cang in quick succession, one deeper than the other, and in the last step, the surface of Lan Cang’s feet were sunk into the ground.
At that moment, Lan Cang’s footsteps gave a lurch and his true qi swelled, shaking Su Fengwu back a step.
“The Ten Thousand Evil Battle Guides are really not bad,” Lan Cang brushed his chest and belly, dusting off the non-existent dust, “and this palm force against corpse qi, the devil daddy is really very wary of the Corpse Yin Hall.”
If the group of uncured bones under his hands were to be accidentally struck by this palm energy, they would not be immediately injured, but they would lose their chance.
Sometimes, losing the first opportunity could end in defeat. Su Fengchou’s series of attacks were clearly aimed at killing Lan Cang, as they carried the power to dissipate corpse Qi.
“Why are you alright?” Su Feng Turb looked at Lan Cang, who was unharmed, and asked in a deep voice.
“It’s certainly because —— I’m different.”
The grey and white qi energy pushed across, the seemingly unsettling palm energy had no corrupting qi that did not turn bone, instead it had a sense of clarity and calmness.
“Deng Xian Hua Sheng.”
The scene of immortality evolved out of the unsettling colours, as if the person who threw the palm was not the product of an immortal refining corpse, but a living person.
But this immortal realm turned into a haunted and harrowing one, and the insidious palm force caused Su Fengwu’s qi to stagnate as he fought.
In this moment of stagnation, the sword qi became silk and came out from behind Lan Cang, the palm energy brought death and came from the side, as well as sword qi and fist energy.
“You guys ——”
Lan Cang did not wait for Su Feng Turb to say more, a palm smashed through his heavenly spirit, extinguishing his vitality.
“Go, go into the secret hall to find some treasures to defend yourself.”
Lan Cang took out the token from Su Feng Turb’s arms and shot it above the door of the Secret Hall, “The odds are that the Demon Lord has the Yuan Devil Heart Crystal with him, but it could also be stored in the secret vault. Even if he doesn’t have it, he can still find some supreme treasure to use as an aid.”
Several figures marched out from the shadows around them, standing behind Lan Cang.
“Is this the Corpse Dissolving Immortal? It removes the disadvantage of not turning into bones and has a lifespan that is difficult to achieve with a human being.”
Someone whispered to himself when he saw Su Feng Turb’s dead state.
“There is still a sliver missing, it has not yet been consummated,” Lan Cang said, “The time of true consummation will come when the divine soul ban is broken. At that time, we will all gain the way forward.”
The doors of the Secret Hall slowly opened, and Lan Cang entered first.
“The ban inside will have to be forcibly broken without the Demonfather’s warrant, so let’s make it quick.”
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At the border of the Northern Zhou, the battle between man and beast is still going on.
The devil zun palms the heaven and earth, and the supporting devil phase presses the war beast Heaven Slaughter into the ground with one palm, bursting up countless sand and stones.
In theory, this palm should have shattered a mountain, but the War Beast Sky Slayer still hissed violently, stirring up his demonic energy and wrestling with the demonic phase.
”This sinful beast is connected to the earth’s qi, it can’t be killed.” The demon daddy’s face was gloomy and very annoyed.
War Beast Heaven Slayer only had brute strength and did not know any moves, so it was actually rather easy to avoid the fist that was not much different from a king’s fist.
However, what the Battle Beast Heaven Slayer relied on was never the moves, but the body that was close to immortality.
If the earth’s qi is not broken, the war beast will not die. As long as the connection is not broken, even if the head is lost, it can be reattached.
To the Demon King, this beast was as annoying as cowries, and it was not wise to fight it hard when it could not be killed.
”It’s time to go.”
The Demon Dweller was no longer obsessed with killing this beast, and his heart had already formed the intention to retreat.
However, it was only now that he wanted to leave ——
“It’s too late!”
The black-robed, white-haired figure stepped into the air as the war beast Sky Slayer broke out of the ground, crouching and kneeling with a low, muffled roar.
Xuan Yin Jian Su and Xiao Qi Ye also saluted from afar, mouthing the words “Daogun”.
The Daoist Monarch Qing Yu, who had single-handedly defeated the Demon King in the Divine Capital Imperial City and fought against the Daoist Ancestor, had come.
“Demon Sovereign, your life, as well as the First Demon Qi, will be left behind.”
Qing Yu pressed down with one hand, and the wild waves rolled furiously, the vortex rolled, the whole heaven and earth was like being in an abyssal whirlpool, everything would be crushed, “God’s Vortex.”
“Yuan Devil Zhen Tian.”
The devil’s father activated the First Demon Body, and merged with the Heaven-supporting Demon Phase, sending out his extreme power, a pair of huge demonic hands probing into the vortex, the demonic Qi raging, as if to burst the vortex alive.
But ——
“It’s too weak.”
A sigh fell, and the devil’s hand was instantly strangled, even that heaven-supporting devil’s phase was torn apart inch by inch in the vortex.
The Daoist Ancestor had taken on Qing Yu’s God’s move, and the Supreme Daoist Lord had likewise done the same. The difference in strength between the Devil and Qing Yu was too great compared to the 10,000 year old Taoist Ancestor and the Heavenly Daoist Lord, who had the power of the Heavenly Dao at his disposal.
“Boom…”
The huge demonic phase burst open like a balloon, and a demonic shadow flew out from it.
The devil was about to flee and was once again defeated by a single move from Qing Yu. The devil no longer had the will to fight and the only thought he had was to fall and run.
However, running away in front of Qing Yu was undoubtedly a very extravagant idea, at least for the Devil Djinn.
Boundless Forever.
The figure was everywhere, appearing before the demonic shadow in a matter of moments, the Reverse Demonic Origin was cast, and the demon dweller’s attack returned in its original path.
“Wha–”
The devil dweller was once again traumatised, vomiting red from his mouth.
Qing Yu raised his hand again, his Yuan Qi flowing backwards onto his palm, his strong move building up strength once again.
Unlike the Daoist Ancestor and the Supreme Daoist Lord, the Demon Lord was not able to stop Qing Yu from using Heaven and Earth’s Yuan Qi, so Qing Yu’s battle power had increased considerably compared to before.
“Scene of Divine Transformation.”
The word God appeared at the tip of his finger, and the intertwined Qi beamed into a single strand, striking through the Demon Venerable’s chest.
At the same time, Qing Yu’s other hand probed out and the Myth of Doom manifested, striking against the sword qi that broke through the air.
“Sword God,” Qing Yu looked sideways at the sudden figure, “you want to rob me of my trophies?”
“Naturally.”
The Sword God raised the heavenly divide and the sword light fell like the heavens descending, “Heavenly Punishing Sword Dao.”
Having not seen him for some time, the Sword God’s power was seen to have risen again. The rippling great tribulation had spawned a large amount of tribulation qi, all of which had become sustenance for the myth of doom and the Sword God.
And compared to the Doomsday Myth as a weapon, the Sword God, who was a Ten Thousand Tribulation Heavenly Demon, had seen his strength grow even more considerably.
If Qing Yu had not created the Doomsday Myth, the Sword God’s strength would have been even higher.
“Auxiliary Wheel of Heavenly Burial.”
The blood-coloured blade qi cut out scarlet devil fire in the air, and the sword qi cut the devil god in the middle into four pieces, one after the other.
“Poof–”
The blood rained like a puff, but was instantly dried up by the demonic fire. The Demon Daoist, who had been a dominant demon for nearly a hundred years, was cut into four pieces by both Qing Yu and Sword God before he could even utter a last word.
“Clang clang–”
The remaining momentum of swords and sabres clashed with each other, Qing Yu and Sword God flashed at the same time, swords and sabres exchanged blows, Heavenly Fraction, Myth of Doom, two divine weapons covered with the aura of killing and destruction, exchanged three blows in a flash.
“Miso…”
The Sword God used his fingers instead of his sword to strike through Qing Yu’s palm energy, taking in the Origin Demon Qi that had lost its host, but Qing Yu also, at the same time, took in a section of Demon Qi.
The two sides launched their forces at the same time, and the demonic Qi immediately split into two sections. As they stared at each other, the killing intent and the sword intent were like needles facing each other, emitting a cracking and whistling sound.
Under the strong realm, even the invisible will becomes tangible, like a real thing.
“One Thought of Killing – Sword Dueling Heavenly Blade.”
The snowy sword rose into the sky, and the killing sword like a mountain of swords poured down, cutting into the figure that looked extraordinarily small compared to the sword.
“Don’t ask the years to let the wind sing.”
A hurricane of wind swept through the air, and the sabre qi turned into layers of wind blades, clashing with the sword of slaughter, and all that could be heard in the ears was the sound of clanging, which was both stern and very pleasing to the ears.
“Arashi of the Gods.”
The hurricane was transformed into a fierce arashi, and the sky and the earth were blurred and shattered under the wind and arashi.
The Sword God reversed the heavenly divide, his figure swirled, his murderous aura instantly swelling as he cut through the furious arashi with his sword, breaking through space and retreating directly into the spatial rift.
“Qing Yu, this half-dozen demonic qi, take it as compensation for your casting of the robbery weapon in the past.”
“It’s not that easy.”
Subconsciously, Qing Yu was about to cast Boundless Eternal in pursuit, but the sword qi bursting out of the void told him that it was really that easy.
With this delay, the Sword God was fleeing far away.