Sheng Fu

As the saying goes, in a life-or-death battle, there is no turning back.

Now they are caught in a dilemma...

If this fierce battle continues, the final outcome is difficult to predict.

Yuwen Jun spared a wisp of his mind, his thoughts descending upon another battlefield in deep space.

The battlefield was raging like a tidal wave, with thunderous force.

The army under "Tai" has experienced countless fierce battles, and its combat awareness has become so refined that it is astounding. The soldiers cooperate with each other perfectly, and their troop formations are flawless.

Fortunately, the Five Races Alliance also had a fearless warrior, Wan Rendi, serving as the vanguard.

The Divine Race Commander Ji Yong was engaged in a life-or-death battle with an ancient powerhouse. The clash of spears and halberds stirred up a storm. This ancient powerhouse was dressed in ancient-style black armor and held a single-moon halberd. His attacks were thunderous and smooth, with no flaws. Moreover, he grew stronger as the battle progressed and seemed to be suppressing Ji Yong.

Clang!

The ancient powerhouse gripped the single-moon halberd with both hands and slashed down with unstoppable force, like the collapse of the sky. Ji Yong was greatly alarmed, and a field of power locked him in place.

Ji Yong had no choice but to raise his golden spear to block the attack head-on.

In an instant, Ji Yong's body trembled violently, his tiger's mouth exploded, and his internal energy scattered. Seeing this, the ancient powerhouse naturally pressed his advantage and tried to split Ji Yong in two.

At the critical moment, a long spear came flying through the air, and the eternal true essence stirred up a surging wave.

The Demon King arrived in person, deflecting the attack of the ancient powerhouse with a single blow. He then casually placed a palm on Ji Yong's shoulder, and a stream of pure true essence flowed into Ji Yong's body, allowing him to stabilize his stance.

"You're not good enough," the Demon King said with a mocking laugh.

Former mortal enemies, now comrades-in-arms.

Ji Yong's eyes were slightly unfocused. He suddenly felt that the figure of the Demon King was exceptionally tall and majestic. What shocked him even more was that this old friend had actually cultivated eternal true essence with the Spirit Devouring Spear left behind by the Spring and Autumn Cicada and Mu Chun.

Although it is far from being the Demon Lord of the past, it has already taken shape.

"This ferocious beast is yours to handle," Ji Yong said with a relieved smile, admitting his inferiority.

The Demon King's expression hardened, and he was about to make a move when a chilling sword aura suddenly appeared from nowhere, instantly piercing the heart meridian of the enemy in front of him. After the sword aura passed through his heart, the remaining sword aura became even stronger, and the surging and blazing Purple Star Sword Aura rushed into the distance, killing two more ancient powerhouses.

Wearing the Heavenly Heart Armor and wielding the Purple Star Holy Sword, Jing Peiyao rode a white tiger, moving like a whirlwind without a destination, traversing the battlefield.

Every time the sword is drawn, blood is drawn and the throat is sealed.

Seeing this, Ji Yong pretended to mock, "Your serious gathering of qi and concentration is no match for someone else's light and airy sword strike."

The Demon King remained silent, too lazy to respond.

Roar!
The roar of chaos overwhelmed the entire battlefield. Zhang Benchu, wielding the Desolate Sacred Artifact, suddenly rose into the air and launched a fierce attack on his opponent. This ancient powerhouse had pitch-black eyes, and his true essence was also bursting forth, which was actually the Prison Tribulation True Essence that only existed in legends.

The Prison Tribulation True Essence is ever-present, capable of infiltrating an opponent's mind invisibly, disrupting their true nature, and eroding their meridians. Its killing power is insidious and vicious, making it impossible to defend against.

Rumble!
The Sacred Artifact of Desolation clashed head-on with the opponent's spear. In the instant of the clash, both of them felt their bodies churning. A wisp of Prison Tribulation True Essence surged into Zhang Benchu's heart meridian, about to unleash a rapid erosion. However, Zhang Benchu ​​gathered his energy in his heart, and the Solar True Essence instantly extinguished the Prison Tribulation True Essence.

However, the opponent's spear thrust forward again, aiming directly at Zhang Benchu's vital point. Rumble!
The Dark Chaos opened its blood-red maw and spewed out Asura Holy Light, causing the spear's attack to deflect. Taking advantage of this, Zhang Benchu ​​swung the Desolate Sacred Artifact and swept it across, taking the head of the man.

The opponent's feet shone brightly, his Prison Tribulation True Essence was boundless, and his movements were equally unpredictable and unpredictable. He easily dodged Zhang Benchu's heavy blow, circled behind Zhang Benchu, and fiercely attacked Zhang Benchu's lower back with a palm strike.

With a palm strike that seemed to reach the heavens, at such a distance, Zhang Benchu ​​had no way to avoid it.

Not only will Zhang Benchu ​​be seriously injured, but even if Mingdun doesn't die, he will be crippled.

The ancient powerhouse remained expressionless. Just as he was about to succeed, Zhang Benchu ​​flicked his wrist, creating a dazzling spear flourish. He then carried Pohuang behind his back and struck it with his palm.

puff!
Zhang Benchu's body trembled instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. However, his mind was decisive and sharp. He attached a strand of solar true essence to Pohuang, and Pohuang suddenly emitted a violent and murderous sound. At close range, it transformed into a thunderous arrow that pierced through the opponent's brow.

However, Zhang Benchu's face turned ashen, his aura of chaos plummeted, and he himself became listless. The true essence of the Prison Tribulation had already seeped into the space between his eyebrows, about to poison him and the chaos.

Two against one, and yet they ended up like this; Zhang Benchu ​​was filled with rage and hatred.

Before anyone knew it, Senior Yan Lie appeared behind Zhang Benchu, placing his palms on Zhang Benchu's head and Mingdun's body respectively. A surge of extremely powerful and yang Vermilion Bird True Fire flowed into his body, instantly extinguishing the Hell Tribulation True Essence.

"Good lad, you actually managed to kill a ferocious ancient beast single-handedly!" Yan Lie praised.

Zhang Benchu ​​and Mingdun breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a look of shame, "If it weren't for your help, senior, the outcome of this battle would have been mutual destruction."

Yan Lie said, "The ferocious ancient beast was once one of the ancient giants. Only when the strongest of the clan was supported by the luck could they cultivate the Prison Tribulation True Essence. However, it suddenly disappeared at a certain time. I didn't expect it to become the lackey of 'Tai'. You don't need to be upset. Even if I face the ferocious ancient beast alone, I will only hurt the enemy a thousand and myself eight hundred."

"Your achievement in joining forces with the Dark Chaos is already quite remarkable."

"The Prison Tribulation True Essence is truly unsolvable."

As the two were talking, they both felt a chill. On the Northwest battlefield, Dugu Li was guarding the central command, assisting Zhong Yi and Wu Mi in attacking the enemy from both sides. Suddenly, two figures, one in the light and one in the dark, traversed the void and rushed towards Dugu Li.

The two women looked identical, with unparalleled beauty, and wore ancient battle armor that exposed large areas of skin. One held a white sword, and the other held a black sword. The two sword energies merged into one, light and darkness intertwined, and transformed into a spiraling sword energy that instantly pierced through Dugu Li's chest, scattering a rain of blood-red light across the sky.

Zhong Yi and Wu Mi were immediately thrown into a frenzy. The two women were perfectly coordinated, and once they launched an attack, they could kill the target with a single blow.

The two women's true essence was even more bizarre, easily tearing apart the vast power of the field.

"Be careful, this is the Qiankun Sword Spirit, born of heaven and earth, with a natural sword body. Both of them have mastered the Qiankun True Essence." Yan Lie's voice rang in Zhong Yi and Wu Mi's ears.

Yan Lie was also shocked. As far as he knew, the spirit of the Qiankun Sword had been destroyed in the ancient war, and now it had become the sharpest sword in the hands of "Tai". In recent years, "Tai" had indeed made many plans.

Just as the Qiankun Sword Spirit was about to launch a fierce sword attack on Zhong Yi, suddenly, a primordial sword light swept over, illuminating the entire battlefield. A handsome young man wielding a giant sword and wearing platinum armor launched a fierce attack, blocking the Qiankun Sword Spirit's offensive.

Upon seeing this, Wu Mi asked with great doubt, "Who are you, possessing such pure Primordial True Essence?"

The young man and Zhong Yi worked in perfect harmony, attacking the Qiankun Sword Spirit simultaneously, and he whispered, "Ling Chen, son of the God Emperor."

The son of the God Emperor has never entered the mortal world and has been cultivating in the forbidden area of ​​the God Realm. He is also the God Emperor's hidden weapon. The God Realm will never send out Ling Chen unless it is a matter of life and death.

Wu Mi and Zhong Yi felt a chill run down their spines at the same time, secretly marveling at how cunning and shrewd the Divine Emperor was, having such an astonishing backup plan.

Seeing that Zhong Yi and Ling Chen were unable to subdue the Qiankun Sword Spirit for the time being, Wu Mi instantly charged forward with her blood spear. (End of Chapter)