FWF Chapter 213 The Greatest Battle! Understand Everything! (10,000 Words)
Chapter 213 The Greatest Battle! Understand Everything! (10,000 Words)
Chapter 213: Unprecedented Great War! Insight into Everything! (10,000 words)
After a long time.
Wang Xiu walked out of the cave with a gloomy expression.
This person in black is also a peripheral figure among the demon disciples, with limited knowledge of core information. The demon disciples are very cautious, and the most crucial information is only known by one or two individuals.
This is normal, after all, this is not a small matter. It has been hidden for so many years without exposure, so caution is necessary.
All he knows now is that the demon disciples who entered the Void Ancient Road are divided into five teams.
There are nearly a thousand people in total.
There are more than thirty Astral Projection experts among them.
The rest are all Nascent Soul or higher level experts. Although they are not geniuses, they are not young either. They often fight against fierce beasts and their strength should not be underestimated.
At this moment.
Two teams have already merged ahead, led by thirteen Astral Projection experts. They are ambushing at the entrance of the Abyss Battlefield, setting up a large formation, waiting for him to fall into the trap.
"Thirteen Astral Projection experts, and they even set up an ambush. These demon disciples are really too cautious!" Wang Xiu secretly complained.
To be honest, he now has the urge to turn around and leave with the young geniuses, far away from the trap.
But upon careful consideration, did the Demon Race lay out their plans for so many years just to kill a group of young geniuses?
What benefits do they gain from it?
There must be a bigger plan behind this. Wang Xiu has a premonition that this plan is related to the ancient holy realm, and even to the entire Ashen Essence World.
If he leaves now, it will easily alert the enemy.
It is definitely not the wisest choice.
Moreover, the Demon Race has secretly corrupted so many people. Is it really possible that the high-level figures of the holy realm are completely unaware?
Wang Xiu thinks it is highly unlikely.
It is more likely that there are people behind them, with someone protecting them and covering up their actions.
"Could it be that a Saint has been corrupted?" Wang Xiu worries.
If that's the case, it would be even more dangerous for him to leave with his people at this moment.
He must break the situation.
He took a deep breath, his eyes focused, staring deep into the ancient road. It was pitch black there, covered in chaotic mist, as if it had been like this for eternity, like the mouth of an abyssal behemoth.
"If we wait for all the demon disciples to gather, it will be troublesome. I must take the initiative!" Wang Xiu made up his mind, activated the Heavenly Demon's Myriad Transformations Technique, and transformed into the black-clad person he had just killed.
With a strong demonic aura and a sinister gaze, there was no trace of flaw.
Turning into a black light, he disappeared on the spot.
...
Ahead, it was chaotic.
The sky was dark red.
Occasionally, black shadows passed by, as terrifying as hell.
That was the color of the fourth layer of the void.
When Wang Xiu boarded the other shore ark and entered the holy realm, he had noticed it before.
"This space is too close to the fourth layer of the void, as if there is only a thin membrane separating them..." Wang Xiu muttered to himself, feeling uneasy.
Not far from his right hand, the void twisted slightly.
The distortion was small, similar to quicksand, faintly forming a vortex, pitch black.
"Roar!"
A huge wild spirit body, larger than a mountain, with a terrifying aura, every step it took could crush a mountain, walked past him.
Suddenly, its body shattered and turned into a spiral, being sucked into the vortex and turned into powder, without even a scream.
Wang Xiu's heart trembled.
That was a void vortex, extremely dangerous. Approaching it would result in being swallowed and torn apart.
He thought to himself that even with his current physical strength, if he were sucked in, the chances of survival would be slim.
Even if he survived this trial, there was a high probability that the other side of the vortex would be the fourth layer of the void.
There, even Saints would be stained with blood, and ordinary creatures would have no way out.
There are many void vortices like this here.
Wang Xiu warned himself that the Abyss Battlefield is extremely dangerous and he must not be careless.
"If the world barrier is so thin, does it benefit the Demon Race?" a thought suddenly emerged in his mind. Wang Xiu felt that he might have captured something crucial.
He increased his speed.
Half an hour later, he arrived at a treacherous place. The chaos was dense ahead, the sky was dim, and it was silent, as if the calm before a storm.
Wang Xiu continued forward, suddenly a sound of breaking through the air rang out, a strong light burst out from the mist, tearing through the void and appearing in front of him.
Wang Xiu quickly dodged.
The light hit the ground, causing the earth to shake and cracks to spread. Countless debris shot into the sky.
"Saint Envoy, don't make a move, it's me... it's me, Lin San!" Wang Xiu, dressed in black, bowed respectfully to the figure in the mist, revealing a flattering smile.
Rustle.
The mist dispersed, revealing a figure shrouded in a hood slowly stepping out of the void, looking down at him: "Didn't I ask you to keep an eye on Wang Xiu and the others? Why are you here?"
"Reporting to the Saint Envoy, I have made a significant discovery and have come to report!" Wang Xiu responded.
The Saint Envoy furrowed his brows, holding a sickle in his hand, surrounded by demonic energy. After a moment of silence, he said, "Come in!"
With a wave of his hand, the mist parted, revealing an invisible formation with an opening.
Wang Xiu quickly followed inside.
"Speak, what significant discovery do you have?" Inside the formation, the Saint Envoy turned around and stared at him, his voice indifferent.
"Reporting to the Saint Envoy, I have discovered that Wang Xiu has left the team alone and his whereabouts are currently unknown. I don't know where he went," Wang Xiu said, bowing his head, secretly observing the Saint Envoy with his divine sense.
After stepping into the Nascent Soul stage, his divine sense had once again skyrocketed, reaching an unimaginable level.
Even though the Saint Envoy in front of him had reached the Astral Projection stage, it was difficult to perceive.
Unfortunately, this observation had no effect. Besides the denser demonic energy and much stronger power compared to the other demonic disciples he had encountered before, there was nothing worth paying attention to.
"Oh?" The Saint Envoy raised an eyebrow, his expression changing slightly. "When did he leave?"
"I can't determine that. He has special means and is elusive. I am incompetent and unable to lock onto his position," Wang Xiu replied.
"It's not entirely your fault. After all, he is an extraordinary genius who has condensed a twelve-colored Nascent Soul. It would be strange if you could completely keep an eye on him..." The Saint Envoy said, waving his hand to dismiss Wang Xiu and informing him that he no longer needed to go out and monitor Wang Xiu's whereabouts, but to stay here.
Then he hurriedly left. This matter was important, and he obviously needed to discuss it with others.
Wang Xiu watched him leave.
Then he quickly left as well, setting up a small Azure Lotus Heaven Concealing Formation on his body, concealing his aura and disappearing into the mist.
"So it's the Thirty-Six Heavenly Demon Array!" He explored the area nearby, using the Supreme Insight Chapter to sense the presence of many powerful beings hiding nearby, faintly converging into a formation.
This formation was well-known, inherited from the Immortal Gate, a sect renowned for formations in the South State.
"The Demon Race is really stingy. They have deceived a group of people to work for them, and they even have to prepare their own formation!" Wang Xiu sneered. This indirectly proved that due to the unique rules of the Holy Realm, the Demon Race's influence was limited. They could only use limited means.
Or perhaps, very few things could be transmitted in, and they could only be used in the most critical places, relying on these demonic disciples to accomplish the majority of tasks.
This formation was well-known, and if fully activated, it would be extremely difficult to crack.
Thirty-six powerful beings guarded thirty-six formation hubs.
Other powerful beings assisted from the side, with astonishing power capable of destroying the heavens and earth.
Fortunately, at the moment, this formation was only in the preparation stage, and not all thirty-six hubs were filled. It was obviously waiting for other Astral Projection stage powerhouses to come and join.
Their abacus is stable, with the Astral Projection Almighty as the core, operating the Heavenly Demon Formation. Even if Wang Xiu, a rare talent, were to face it, he would still be defeated.
This is not a method to deal with young geniuses.
Even a renowned figure who has been famous for many years would likely fall victim to this calamity.
But now, Wang Xiu still has time.
He travels through the mist, and ahead, a burly figure sits cross-legged, shining brightly, covered in runes, with an extremely powerful aura.
This is a strong member of the Celestial Immortal Sect, with powerful blood and a faint dragon shape, breathing like a dragon.
But now, he has been corrupted by the Demon Race, with faint demonic patterns on his body, emitting a fierce and sinister aura.
Wang Xiu activates the Heavenly Demon's Myriad Transformations Technique, transforming into the appearance of a saint, standing with hands behind his back, slowly walking out.
"Who? A saint?" The Almighty of the Celestial Immortal Sect is surprised, standing up and bowing, puzzled, "Why did the saint suddenly come here?"
Wang Xiu, with his hands behind his back, speaks indifferently, "There has been an incident. Wang Xiu suddenly left the team and disappeared..."
The Almighty's pupils shrink, "Such a thing happened?"
Wang Xiu nods and says, "This matter is very important. You must personally go and find Wang Xiu's whereabouts and report back as soon as possible!"
"Yes!" The Almighty bows, suddenly frowning, "But if I leave, what about this formation?"
Wang Xiu says, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it!"
The Almighty nods, stands up, and walks outside, his pace suddenly slowing down.
He feels that something is not right about this.
The saint in front of him, whether in aura or appearance, shows no flaws.
But he always feels that something is strange everywhere.
Suddenly, the sky darkens, and a formation envelops this void.
He feels a sense of danger, his scalp tingling, and suddenly turns his head.
"Longevity of Heaven and Earth - Ten Thousand Slaughters!"
Crash!
A shocking Sword Intent slashes through, tearing apart the void, covering the sky, with an overwhelming killing intent.
The Sword Intent turns into a Blood Sea, with endless beings struggling within, like a hellish realm, extremely terrifying.
The Almighty reacts quickly, raising his hand, his body swelling up, turning into a giant figure covered in black demonic light, runes scattered all over, like a giant, crossing his hands in front of him.
Boom!
But the power of this sword surpasses his imagination.
Its sharpness is unmatched.
He widened his pupils and vaguely saw thousands of ancient giant pig feet trampling the Blood Sea, rushing towards him.
It was like a thousand horses and soldiers charging, shaking the heavens and the earth, with a murderous aura soaring to the sky, carrying the momentum of ten thousand catties, forcefully trampling over and dispersing all the protective black mist around him.
Some of those giant pigs were covered in scales, some had wings, some had tails like steel whips, and some had limbs like sharp claws.
They all trampled over him in unison.
In the endless Blood Sea.
A blood-red flying sword pierced through the Blood Sea, tearing apart the dense black mist in front of him, instantly piercing through his arms, stabbing into his chest bone, and coming out the other side.
Plop!
His physical body shattered, and the sword light erupted from within him. His pupils widened, emitting a low roar before his death.
The mighty Astral Projection stage Almighty.
Actually perished under this sword.
"Astral Projection stage experts are indeed powerful!" Wang Xiu looked at his corpse and couldn't help but sigh.
This sword of his was already discreet enough, his movements were fast enough, but he almost let the other party react and form a defense.
If it weren't for the fact that the Asura Heaven Execution Sword had reached the level of a Saint Weapon.
His strength is also incomparable to the past.
I'm afraid something unexpected would really happen.
"Act faster, kill a few more while they haven't reacted yet!" Wang Xiu captured the information from this person's mind using the Emperor's Soul Reading Technique, disposed of the body, and transformed into the appearance of this Astral Projection stage Almighty, quickly disappearing into the mist.
He wanted to kill more before the Astral Projection stage experts on the other side were all in position, to prevent them from forming a formation.
This way, the threat would be greatly reduced.
...
In the depths of the mist.
A black-robed old man sat cross-legged here, his aura surging, his magical power rolling.
Suddenly, a person walked out of the mist.
The old man opened his eyes, his eyes sharp like a hawk: "Zhou Yue? Why aren't you staying in your position and running to me?"
"Zhou Yue" spoke: "The Holy Envoy has ordered us to switch positions!"
The old man frowned: "Why? I haven't received any orders!"
"Zhou Yue" looked indifferent: "If you don't believe me, ask around?"
The old man looked at him suspiciously, took out a communication token, and was about to communicate.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.
He looked up and saw an invisible brilliance bursting out of "Zhou Yue's" pupils, like a tide, surging and shaking, causing people's minds to tremble.
"Not good, it's a soul attack!" The old man's scalp went numb, cold sweat pouring out. He guarded his mind tightly, but it was already too late.
The strength of the other party's soul attack was something he had never seen in his life.
It surged over like a sky-covering giant wave, directly knocking him unconscious. Everything in front of him turned black, and he couldn't even stand steadily, his head throbbing.
After struggling hard, he managed to open his eyes.
A dazzling sword light completely engulfed him.
"Another one killed!" Wang Xiu touched his chin. Using soul attacks in conjunction with the Asura Immortal Execution Sword was simply an assassination technique.
After a while.
Wang Xiu imitated the actions and killed four more Astral Projection stage experts in a row.
Half of the Astral Projection Almightys here were killed by him.
The disciples of the Demon Sect finally reacted and a large formation rose up, black mist like a tidal wave, covering the sky and the earth. Powerful auras surrounded him from all directions, causing the earth to tremble, and countless mountains were crushed.
"No more chance to pick up heads..." Wang Xiu sighed, this opportunity to pick up heads was gone.
"Where do you think you're going?" A figure descended from the sky, black robe spreading out like a canopy, blocking Wang Xiu's path.
He had a cold expression, his skin emitting a purple glow, his eyes filled with killing intent, his body trembling with anger, and cracks tearing through the surrounding void due to his fury, creating terrifying fissures.
It was the Holy Envoy.
"Who are you?" The Holy Envoy stared at Wang Xiu, gnashing his teeth, extremely furious.
This person's concealment methods were truly extraordinary. He actually managed to sneak into their camp without anyone noticing and killed so many Astral Projection stage experts.
It was simply an insult to them.
Wang Xiu no longer concealed himself, revealing his true form. He had a slender figure, dressed in white, untainted by dust, like an immortal god, radiating a divine light all over, extremely dazzling.
"It's you?" The Holy Envoy recognized him at a glance. This was their target for assassination. He actually managed to infiltrate their camp without anyone noticing, took the initiative, and killed a group of experts. It was simply absurd.
In addition to that, he felt even more terrified.
Wang Xiu had just broken through to the Nascent Soul realm, yet he was able to sneakily kill six Astral Projection stage experts without anyone noticing.
It seemed effortless, every battle was a quick victory.
Was this the power of someone who possessed the Twelve-Colored Nascent Soul?
Killing enemies of a higher realm was as simple as eating and drinking?
No wonder the higher-ups ordered him to be eradicated. Once this person grew up, it was unimaginable how terrifying he would become.
"Kill him! He must not be allowed to leave today!" With his command, all the surrounding experts rushed forward.
Six Astral Projection Almighties and hundreds of Nascent Soul experts.
The light of their magical powers covered the sky, obscuring the sun, dazzlingly bright, engulfing the entire void.
In the heavens and on the earth, there were Law Treasures and Divine Abilities everywhere.
The nearby mountains instantly crumbled into dust.
The earth trembled, as if the entire ground was about to be swallowed.
With so many opponents, if they were all focused on, no one would fare well. Wang Xiu was not a sitting duck, so naturally he wouldn't just take the damage.
He stomped his foot, causing the ground to sink several zhang.
He flew up into the air, unleashing golden radiance.
Swish swish swish!
The golden radiance landed, transforming into thirty-six golden puppets, shining with divine light, incredibly dazzling, and they charged into the crowd.
"What kind of ghostly thing is this?"
"Are they puppets?"
"Do these mere puppets think they can stop us? Watch me chop it to pieces with my axe... Ah!"
A disciple screamed in agony. He was powerful enough that a single swing of his axe could split mountains and shatter rocks, but when it struck the puppet, it was completely unharmed. Instead, it was struck by a huge bone club, instantly sent flying, and snapped in half at the waist, suffering heavy injuries.
"These puppets are so tough, what the hell are they?"
The disciples were infuriated. These puppets were too resilient. Their spells struck them, but left no trace on the puppets' bodies, only causing the puppets to pause slightly, as if nothing had happened.
On the other hand, if they were struck by that huge bone club, they would either die or be severely injured.
This was too unreasonable!
"Never mind these puppets, focus on Wang Xiu!" Someone realized this and called on the surrounding experts to fly into the air and besiege Wang Xiu.
Boom boom boom!
Just then, eighteen puppets holding golden dragon spears lined up and spewed out terrifying dragon flames.
The temperature of the dragon flames was frighteningly high, scorching the void.
Their destructive power was incredibly terrifying.
Countless experts who were hit by the flames were set on fire. No matter what method they used, they couldn't extinguish the flames. They were burned alive, leaving only Nascent Soul experts fleeing in panic.
"Charge, let's charge together. These puppets are not enough to burn us all to death!"
That was the logic, but no one dared to be the first to charge.
Whoever got close to Wang Xiu would be shot by the puppets.
The threat was too great!
The disciples looked at each other, never expecting that so many experts would be restrained by just a few puppets controlled by Wang Xiu.
...
"Indeed, he has means! Unfortunately, even if you, the Great Principle Immortal, descend to the mortal realm today, you will still die without a doubt!" The Holy Envoy said coldly, while several Astral Projection experts formed a encirclement, trapping Wang Xiu in the middle.
[Ding!]
[Detected someone bragging nearby, congratulations to the host for gaining +444 magical power!]
Wang Xiu couldn't help but roll his eyes. He could talk tough, but he kept saying "Great Principle Immortal" every time!
Is your Great Principle Immortal so worthless?
"Working for the Demon Race, you are destined to have no good ending. It's not too late to turn back now!" Wang Xiu remained calm and fearless, standing with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the Holy Envoy.
"Spit! You were born free, this Holy Realm is just a treasure land for you. After taking the benefits, you can leave. How could you understand our suffering?"
Flames ignited all around the Holy Envoy, his aura powerful and violent. "Only the great Demon God can grant us freedom and let us escape from this cage!"
Wang Xiu remained silent.
They were not wrong. No one stipulated that those born in the Holy Realm must burn themselves without complaint for the sake of outsiders. They couldn't take a risk for themselves, even if they were trapped forever.
But Wang Xiu was not wrong either. To eliminate demons and uphold justice was only natural.
"Binding God Vine!"
An Astral Projection Almighty made a move, his hair flying, proficient in the way of plants and trees. Countless purple vines grew in the void, covered in runes, surging towards Wang Xiu.
The void turned into a cage.
Terrifying power pressed down on Wang Xiu.
Wang Xiu formed hand seals with both hands, his whole body radiating golden light, runes filling the sky, his eyes shining like golden lamps.
Flame of the Candle!
Boom!
Terrifying divine fire spread out from behind Wang Xiu, covering the sky and earth, sweeping in all directions.
In the sea of fire, the shadow of a candle dragon appeared.
Its divine might was vast, with a dragon's roar that shook the heavens and the earth. Countless Nascent Soul experts below had their eardrums shattered, spitting out blood, heavily injured and falling to the ground.
Crack crack crack crack crack!
In an instant, countless vines were burned, crackling sounds resounded as they connected into one piece. The divine fire burned through the void, spreading along the vines, burning towards the Astral Projection expert who had made the move.
That person's face turned pale with fright, quickly interrupting his spell.
This Divine Ability was cultivated using a piece of ancient purple gold vine from the primeval forest. Its power was boundless. Even if it trapped an expert of the same level, it would be difficult for them to escape.
I didn't expect that it would be so easily broken by Wang Xiu.
"What a terrifying Divine Ability!" exclaimed the crowd of experts, their eyes wide open.
"This... is probably the innate Divine Ability that comes with the bloodline of an ancient exotic beast. He has comprehended the runes!" analyzed a powerful Astral Projection expert with a serious expression.
Everyone's eyes were filled with envy.
Those ancient exotic beasts often have incredibly powerful innate Divine Abilities, comparable to supreme laws, and they rarely fall into the hands of outsiders. Even if they perish, they will destroy all their runes.
Wang Xiu is really lucky!
"Attack together!" the Saint Envoy roared and took the lead in charging out.
He had already realized that Wang Xiu was very strong and had many means that went beyond common sense.
Although he was only at the Nascent Soul stage, he could fight against an Astral Projection Almighty. If this dragged on, things might change.
The six Astral Projection experts attacked together.
Runes filled the sky, obscuring the sun, and the terrifying aura caused the void to collapse. The destructive aura burst out in all directions, shattering the nearby mountains and darkening the sky.
"Good timing!" Wang Xiu's eyes were filled with excitement and intense fighting spirit.
Just right, he also wanted to test his current strength and see how strong he really was.
Armor - Body Integration!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal synthesis rang out, and runes permeated his body, transforming into armor.
The Ink Jade Qilin Armor, which he had enhanced with dragon bones, emitted a golden light, and the patterns became clearer, profound, and in line with the Great Dao.
His aura soared once again.
Transforming into a dragon shadow, he punched towards an Astral Projection Almighty.
"How daring!"
This Astral Projection Almighty was furious, feeling disrespected.
No matter how monstrous Wang Xiu was, the gap in cultivation level was a fatal flaw. He actually wanted to confront him head-on and compete in cultivation level?
This was blatant contempt.
He became extremely angry and attacked with all his strength, wanting to suppress him with a palm and teach him a lesson.
Two figures collided.
The world alternated between brightness and darkness.
It was as if doomsday had arrived.
Wang Xiu's body was enveloped in golden light, and he pushed the Desolate Ancient Heaven Fighting Scripture to its limit. He was like a golden sun, smashing his opponent from the sky into the ground.
Countless huge rocks on the ground were lifted by invisible fluctuations, shaking the sky and directly shattering.
The earth cracked open, and magma surged out, red and overflowing.
The terrifying dust covered the sky.
This movement made even the Saint Envoy and the others feel palpitations. They focused their attention and found that Wang Xiu was standing intact in the deep pit, while the other person was lying on the ground, with half of his body broken and his aura weak.
"What?"
"He actually... disabled an Astral Projection Almighty with one punch?"
"Is this guy even human?"
Everyone was terrified, looking at Wang Xiu as if they were looking at a monster.
"He not only cultivates his magical power, but also his physical body. His attainments are extremely strong. Don't underestimate him!" The Saint Envoy saw through the situation. Wang Xiu's blood and qi were incredibly powerful, with runes densely covering his body. He was like a humanoid ancient behemoth.
"Longevity of Heaven and Earth - Ten Thousand Slaughters!"
Wang Xiu raised his sword, and the Asura Immortal Executing Sword emitted divine light. The surging Blood Sea spread out, covering the entire sky.
Mottled runes appeared.
Golden runes gathered above Wang Xiu's head, forming a page of golden book.
The runes changed and eventually turned into an ancient character for "kill".
In an instant, the Blood Sea surged, and the killing intent became even more intense.
Mighty sword qi piled up layer upon layer.
A huge Asura sword shadow descended from the high sky, tens of thousands of zhang in size, with a terrifying momentum that made all the experts tremble and their eyes bloodshot.
"It's a Saint Weapon, that sword is a slaughter Saint Weapon!"
The Saint Envoy and the others trembled. They were not unprepared for this. A genius like Wang Xiu must have been given such a trump card by his sect.
But...
They never expected that Wang Xiu, at his cultivation level, could unleash such terrifying power with the Saint Weapon.
Under the blessing of the golden book.
The power of this sword surged, and the killing intent was overwhelming. The sword rainbow turned into a vast Blood Sea, slashing towards the remaining five Astral Projection stage Almighties.
"Roar!"
The Blood Sea surged, and countless giant pigs covered the sky, like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses rushing forward, filled with killing intent.
"What the hell? Why are there so many pigs?" The Saint Envoy was dumbfounded, rubbing his eyes, thinking that he was seeing things.
"That sword is a sword of slaughter, containing a ferocious spirit. It turns out to be a pig spirit? How can a pig spirit kill people?"
"Damn it, Wang Xiu is so malicious. If we die under this sword, our deaths will be in vain!"
"..."
The powerful individuals were shocked and angry, feeling humiliated. They displayed all their skills and rushed into the Blood Sea.
They were incredibly strong, with astonishing cultivation. Every move they made had the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. Demon patterns appeared on their bodies, enhancing their combat power. Even among their peers, their strength was truly transcendent.
This was not only their talent, but also the reward they gained from joining the Demon Race, allowing them to have the capital to rival the most outstanding geniuses.
Several of them attacked together, their hands wielding knives, runes filling the sky. With a single strike, they could shatter several pig spirits.
"Heh, mere pig spirits, do you think you can kill us?"
"You're underestimating us too much!"
"After we capture this kid, I'll torture him for three days and three nights!"
Their confidence soared, becoming more courageous in battle as they delved deeper into the Blood Sea. Their bodies emitted a strong divine light, turning into suns. Wherever they went, countless pig spirits were killed.
The Holy Envoy held a huge sickle and was enjoying the killing.
Suddenly...
In the Blood Sea, a woman in red appeared. She was exceptionally beautiful, with fair skin like snow. She rode on a pig spirit and charged forward with an imposing manner.
"Sword Spirit?"
The Holy Envoy's expression froze, then he sneered, "A sword spirit riding a pig? What a joke!"
The Holy Envoy didn't notice that this pig spirit was different from the others. The ferocity in its eyes seemed to have been passed down from ancient times, like a fierce god.
He raised his sickle and swept it, just like he did with the other pig spirits.
Clang!
With a loud noise, the Holy Envoy was sent flying hundreds of miles away.
He was stunned, looking down at his sickle, somewhat puzzled.
What's going on?
Why can't I cut it?
"Kill!"
Nie Linglan's black hair danced wildly, a resolute expression appearing on her stunning face. She slapped the pig spirit's buttocks beneath her.
The pig spirit had already charged over, traversing through the void with a terrifying momentum, carrying the entire Blood Sea. Its killing intent was earth-shattering, making his mind dizzy.
"Oh no, this damn thing isn't a pig!"
He woke up, his eyes filled with rage, almost jumping in anger.
Wang Xiu is so malicious!
He actually hid a true rare spirit among a group of pigs!
Playing the tiger while pretending to be a pig!
Bang!
The rare spirit crashed into him, like a divine mountain smashing down, trampling on the Holy Envoy.
Nie Linglan took advantage of the situation and attacked.
Her red clothes fluttered, transforming into a female Asura. She raised her hand and unleashed countless sword qi, piercing through the Holy Envoy's physical body.
His body cracked, rays of light shot out from the cracks, his face pale as he vomited blood.
From the sky to the ground.
His aura instantly weakened.
"Holy Envoy!"
The remaining Astral Projection experts were stunned, unable to understand how someone could be severely injured by a pig spirit.
"Be careful, that's not a pig, it's a rare spirit!!!"
The Holy Envoy struggled to shout with his broken body.
They heard it, but it was too late.
Nie Linglan had already controlled the rare spirit and arrived in front of them. She let out a roar, crashing into several people, causing them to stumble. Then, the Blood Sea transformed into sword qi, covering the sky, leaving them with nowhere to hide.
Their physical bodies were torn apart, and their flesh and blood were devoured by the Blood Sea.
Clang!
Wang Xiu wore a dragon armor, radiating golden light all over his body, resembling a Divine King. He stood on the Blood Sea, his black hair flying, holding a holy sword. The aura emanating from him was incredibly powerful.
The Blood Sea churned beneath his feet.
Nie Linglan was exceptionally beautiful, like a fairy in the flowers, wearing a red dress, following beside him.
There was also an ancient rare spirit crawling beneath their feet.
This scene froze, becoming the final moment in the lives of several Astral Projection experts.
...
"What a waste!"
On top of a mountain peak, two figures appeared silently, watching this scene.
It was Senior Brother Shi Ming and his sister.
At this moment, Shi Ming was clad in demonic armor, covered in demonic symbols, and looked terrifyingly ferocious, completely unrecognizable from before.
His lips were dark purple, his gaze icy cold as he stared into the distance. "A group of people couldn't even stop a Nascent Soul cultivator who just entered the stage!"
"He's not an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. A twelve-colored Nascent Soul is extremely rare throughout history and has disappeared from ancient books. It's difficult for ordinary people to contend with..." said the eyeless woman. She had no pupils, yet she seemed to be able to vividly see those scenes.
Her face turned pale as if she had been frightened.
"That's why he must die today!" Shi Ming's voice was cold and indifferent as he conjured a demonic seal in his hand and crushed it.
In an instant...
In the distance...
In that battlefield, the physical bodies and Primordial Spirits of all the demonic disciples, Gold Core Realm cultivators, Nascent Soul cultivators, and even the few powerhouses in the Astral Projection stage emitted an incredibly terrifying light, distorting the entire void.
"Not good, they're going to self-detonate!" Wang Xiu's expression changed slightly. And it wasn't an ordinary self-detonation. These people had been implanted with a method that would detonate at a critical moment, with a power far surpassing their peak strength.
At this moment...
With so many powerhouses self-detonating simultaneously, the destructive power was unimaginable. Even if the kings of the ancient exotic species arrived, unless they had extremely strong life-saving methods, it was almost certain death.
"Young Master!" Nie Linglan exclaimed, her pretty face changing slightly.
Wang Xiu's face was solemn, his lips pressed together, not saying a word as he took her into his sword.
Just as this action was completed...
A tremendous explosion erupted, engulfing the void. Blinding light obliterated everything here, erasing all signs of life. It was a cataclysmic event, as if even the gods themselves were facing calamity.
The explosion was silent, and silence filled the heavens and earth.
Everything was annihilated.
...
"No need to look, my Demon Race's Curse-breaking Incantation can unleash power several times stronger than the demon's life... Even if he is a twelve-colored Nascent Soul, even if he is a twenty-four-colored Nascent Soul, at this stage, he is undoubtedly doomed!"
"From now on, your Heaven Peering Pavilion's position in the Ashen Essence World will truly be unshakable! I have also fulfilled your senior brother's last wish for you!" Shi Ming looked at this scene from afar, a smile curling up at the corner of his mouth, slowly turning away and no longer looking.
[Ding!]
[A person nearby is bragging. Congratulations, host, for gaining +888 mana!]
After a while...
His expression changed slightly as he looked to the side.
The eyeless woman did not respond to his words. Instead, she stared blankly at something behind him and slowly extended a finger.
Shi Ming had a premonition of something and his body stiffened as he slowly turned his head.
A white-clad youth stood at the edge of the cliff, standing with his hands behind his back. His white clothes were untainted by dust, emitting a mysterious light all over his body. He seemed like an ancient Divine King descending, imposing without anger, his back facing them.
"You... aren't dead?" Shi Ming's pupils contracted, unable to believe it, his voice trembling.
Wang Xiu slowly turned around, his face pale, his expression indifferent.
On his chest...
A round and jade-like dragon scale emitted a faint light.
"It's a pity, just a little... just a little bit more!" Wang Xiu let out a slow breath. That brief moment just now was undoubtedly the closest he had come to death since he embarked on the path of cultivation.
The physical bodies and Primordial Spirits of several Astral Projection stage powerhouses, combined with hundreds of Nascent Soul and Gold Core cultivators, were all detonated by the Demon Race's secret technique.
The power was too strong.
It was true destruction.
This was obviously the hidden move left by Shi Ming, enough to easily bury all the geniuses of this generation in the South State.
At a critical moment...
Wang Xiu summoned the dragon scale.
It was the reverse scale of an ancient dragon, which recorded the terrifying Divine Ability [Flame of the Candle]. It contained countless mysteries and was the strongest part of that ancient dragon.
The dragon scale expanded, emitting a precious light, growing several zhang tall and enveloping Wang Xiu.
Even the earth-shattering explosion couldn't bypass this dragon scale and inflict heavy injuries on Wang Xiu.
It only caused him some minor injuries.
Shi Ming naturally didn't know this, so he found it hard to believe...
It was simply inconceivable, something that was completely impossible, yet it appeared before his eyes.
"Are you surrendering on your own, or should I make a move?" Wang Xiu's expression was calm.
"Heh, arrogant. Do you think killing a group of trash can defeat me?" Shi Ming sneered, demonic energy billowing out of his mouth and nose, terrifyingly sinister.
He was different from the other demonic disciples.
The other disciples only had demonic seeds planted within them, but he... had a pure-blooded Demon Race parasitizing within his body.
His appearance was ferocious, his whole body shining with armor, and his aura surging. Countless demonic shadows loomed behind him.
Then, he grabbed the eyeless woman and turned to run!
Wang Xiu's face remained calm as he formed a sword gesture with his hand.
"Go!"
Clang!
A burst of sword chant, the Shura Heaven Slaying Sword emitted a crimson sword light, illuminating the surroundings and disappearing into the void.
Thousands of miles away.
A scream rang out, and Shi Ming's body cracked, shattered, and fell to the ground.
Wang Xiu arrived and saw Shi Ming lying on the ground in a miserable state, his eyes lifeless, his life rapidly fading away. He murmured, "Run... junior sister..."
A mass of demonic energy floated up from his body, enveloping the eyeless woman. Using some secret technique, they instantly fled far away and disappeared.
Their speed was so fast that even Wang Xiu's spiritual perception couldn't catch them.
He furrowed his brows, looked down at Shi Ming, who was on the verge of death, and without hesitation, he used the Soul Reading Technique of the Underworld Emperor.
In the next moment, a large number of scenes and information flooded into his mind.
...
In front of an ancient building.
An old man wearing a Daoist robe with deep eyes.
"Ming'er, do you understand your mission?"
"Disciple understands! To protect the sect, carry forward the ancestral heritage, and spread the fame of our sect!"
"For this, you may have to sacrifice your life!"
"Disciple is not afraid, even if I turn to dust, I will have no regrets..."
"Good, very good! This seat did not misjudge you. Come, relax and accept it, merge with it..."
It was a pitch-black bead.
It fell into his palm.
Suddenly, demonic energy overflowed, like small insects crawling into his body.
From that day on, there was an additional consciousness in his body, fused with him.
...
The scene shifted.
"We are going to make a move on the Holy Realm? This is too risky. There are countless powerful beings inside, and there is even a Saint presiding. We have no chance of winning!"
"Don't worry, our clan has been planning for many years, as stable as Mount Tai! Although there are many powerful beings in the Holy Realm, they are not invincible..."
"What do you mean?"
"It's simple, as long as he is still human and has not become an immortal, he will have desires..."
"..."
"Also, you want to kill Wang Xiu and sever the Three Purities Divination Lineage's roots, right? You should know the rules of the Holy Realm. No matter what you do, there will be flaws..."
"Although the Three Purities have declined, it would be easy for us to destroy your Heaven Peering Pavilion!"
"It's better to go all out and listen to us!"
"I understand!"
...
One piece of information after another flooded into his mind.
The Heaven Peering Pavilion had betrayed a long time ago.
But they hid it well.
Because in these years, he had never used the Demon Race's help to do anything.
So he never revealed his hand.
Until this time.
The Demon Race had long been planning for the Holy Realm, wanting to use this place as a springboard for the Demon World to attack the Ashen Essence World South State.
But the Holy Realm had its unique rules.
It was difficult for powerful beings from the Demon Race to infiltrate, so... they had to rely on the power of the strong beings in the Holy Realm.
To be precise, those strong beings who had been corrupted by the Demon Race.
Simply put, the Demon Race had prepared for many years and set up a sacrificial array called "Falling Saint," which was said to be bestowed by a demon god and specialized in killing Saints.
As long as they followed the plan and lured those Saints in the Holy Realm into the Falling Saint Array.
They would gain enough power to guide the incarnation of a high-ranking Demon World figure to descend.
And with the power of the demon god, they would break the inherent rules of the Holy Realm, tear open a passage, and descend upon South State.
The weak world rules in the Abyss Battlefield were just right for the Demon Race to exploit.
Of course.
These were all secondary.
The most important thing was that the Saints in the Holy Realm had long known about the Demon Race's plan and wanted to turn the tables by deliberately sending a Saint who pretended to be bewitched and colluded with the Demon Race.
They wanted to use the enemy's plan against them and strike back at the critical moment, causing the Demon Race to suffer losses.
But this point.
The Demon Race had already seen through it!
They had never exposed it. There was another person who had truly been corrupted and had already met Shi Ming!
(End of this chapter)