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In order to break through, the Demon Emperor kept his eyes closed and breathed even when the boots of the Great Xia Tianjun rolled over his cheek.
Even though he was insulted, he seemed unaware of it and just let the star core vibrate violently in his chest.

He sensed the earth-shaking changes in his body, and his consciousness dived into the depths of the star core like a swimming fish.
In the pitch-black chaos there, the phantom of a small world was slowly unfolding its fetal membrane.

In the dim light and shadow, the outlines of mountains and rivers are looming, and the newborn rivers outline silver lines in the void.

Sometimes it turns into a rushing torrent, sometimes it condenses into a tranquil lake.

That call was like an ancient ballad, ethereal and majestic, carrying the vastness of the beginning of creation.
It also contains the vitality of all things, gently knocking on his soul.

At this moment, he has completed the fifth transformation of "Nine Transformations of Heavenly Demon", "Transformation of the Heart of Heaven".

The aura around him suddenly changed, and the demonic power that was originally displayed was completely restrained.
Instead, there was a mysterious rhythm that resonated with the heavens and the earth, and even the floating dust was spinning unconsciously beside him.

His own strength is equivalent to entering the second realm of "Daohua Realm" of Half-Step Dao Lord!
At this time, he could already integrate the heaven and earth with his star core and body, use himself as the carrier of the laws, and mobilize the power of the Dao without the need for a medium.

Da Xiajun looked at the Demon Emperor who suddenly radiated divine light from his body. His pupils suddenly shrank and he subconsciously stepped back half a step with his boots.
But when he saw the smile on the other person's lips, a chill ran down his neck.
Only at this moment did he realize that his humiliation had actually given the other party time and opportunity to transform.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor suddenly revealed a bloodstained smile.

The corners of his crooked mouth were covered with golden blood that had not yet dried, but his eyes were filled with a passion and madness that was difficult for others to understand.

On the surface of the star core, the first ray of chaotic spiritual light has condensed into a light spot the size of a grain of rice.

The light spot emitted a hazy glow, looming in the depths of Dantian, like the first ray of morning light when chaos began to emerge.

The Demon Emperor was wholeheartedly feeling the movement of the Heavenly Dao in the small world, and this movement was centered on the light spot, spreading like ripples to the entire star core.

Every corner of the star core began to be permeated by the nascent order of heaven, and the originally violent force gradually became orderly and gentle.

"Om-"

The star core suddenly erupted with a long and shocking sound, like the sound of a bell at the beginning of the world.

The power in the dantian began to surge wildly, like an active volcano about to erupt.

Golden flames rose from the Demon Emperor's body, mixed with the tracks of stars and chaotic patterns, the light illuminated the entire battlefield.

At this moment, the Lion King's paws had not yet touched the Demon Emperor, but were bounced away by this force, and his huge body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

The Demon Emperor supported himself on the ground with his bloody fingertips and slowly stood up.

Behind it, the shadow of a small world of laws with a diameter of one hundred feet suddenly emerged.

The edge of the phantom was wrapped in a chaotic halo, like the fetal membrane of a newborn world.

The sun and the moon are suspended in it, emitting a soft but light that cannot be looked directly at, and thousands of law runes are scattered as they rotate alternately.

In the shadow, the sun and the moon rotate like two wheels, and a silver-blue river rushes out from the depths of the shadow.

Verdant mountains rise from the bottom of the shadow, and each peak looks like it is carved from jade, exuding vigorous vitality.

The moment the phantom of the world appeared, it slammed towards the "Nine Emperors Plundering Formation" set up by the Twelve Heavenly Lords.

Da Xiajun's originally cold and arrogant face twisted in an instant, and his pupils shrank into needle points.

He watched helplessly as the golden light net in the formation trembled violently under the pressure of the Heavenly Dao. Ripples appeared on the surface, like thin ice meeting fire, and it broke apart inch by inch.

The twelve Heavenly Lords turned pale at the same time and groaned in unison.

The Dao rhyme light flowing around them began to become disordered, like a candle flame blown away by a strong wind.

Then the Demon Emperor narrowed his golden eyes, raised his hand and waved it lightly. The phantom of the world instantly turned into a cage, trapping the twelve Heavenly Kings inside.

The Heavenly Kings were also horrified to discover that their own magic power was rapidly dissipating through the cracks in the cage, and with every breath they took, their realm dropped by one point.

"Daohua Realm...you have broken through?!" Da Xia Tianjun's roar echoed in the cage, and the shock in his eyes almost turned into reality.

"This is impossible!"

He raised the Haotian Treasure Mirror above his head, and the blood in his palm seeped into the mirror.

The treasure mirror burst out with a ten-thousand-foot-high purple light, and twelve suspended golden palaces appeared in the mirror.

Each palace exudes the terrifying spiritual power that suppresses the heavens, dyeing the space within a hundred miles into purple.

But a cold light flashed in the Demon Emperor's golden eyes. He flicked his brows with his fingers, and a dazzling stream of light wrapped in the true fire of the sun shot out.

The chain was made from the power of the stars smelted by the true fire of the sun, and every inch of it exuded the breath of creation.

The chain precisely wrapped around the edge of the treasure mirror, and the flame instantly ignited the purple light of the mirror, emitting a sharp scream like the quenching of metal.

The purple light that originally covered the sky and the sun shrank rapidly, and the phantom of the heavenly palace in the mirror began to twist and disintegrate, turning into starlight and dissipating in the air.

"This is not the battlefield between you and me!" The Demon Emperor's mouth curled up, and the chaotic energy around him surged, tearing a bottomless crack in the void.

He rolled up his sleeves and wrapped up the Great Xia Tianjun.

Then golden flames rose from the Demon Emperor's body, wrapping the two figures in it, and they stepped into the crack together.

The crack closed the moment the two stepped in, leaving only a wisp of chaotic breath in the air.

……

In the waves of the long river of time, the two of them faced each other on the waves.
The dark dragon robe of the Great Xia Tianjun rustled, and the corners of his robe were torn by the wind of time, leaving frayed edges.
He looked at the Demon Emperor in front of him warily, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

He didn't understand why the Demon Emperor, who was at most at the Three Flowers Realm, could suddenly possess the strength of the Dao Transformation Realm that was even better than his.

You know, he himself was promoted to Half-Step Dao Lord only after melting the destiny of the human race, but he also stopped at the Hidden Dao Realm.
Daxia Junyan said: "Time is long, what do you want?"

The voice was still clear amid the roar of the waves, but it could not hide the temptation in the tone.

The Demon Emperor stood on the crest of the wave, with a faint aura of chaos surrounding him.
He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and a ball of golden light slowly rose from his sleeve.

The golden ball of light suspended in the Demon Emperor's hand is the last of the Demon Court's luck in the Donghuang Bell, shining as the sun.

"Since you dare to steal the luck of my demon court, then we will gamble with our luck!"

"If I win, all the remaining demon luck in the East Emperor Bell will belong to the human race!"

"If you lose, the human race's hundred years of luck will compensate you."

The Demon Emperor narrowed his golden eyes slightly, and his aura surged, causing the waves of the long river of time to come to a halt.

A gleam of light flashed in Dayan Jun's eyes. He knew how powerful the Demon Court was during its heyday.

The grand scene of the demon court with thousands of demons coming to pay homage flashed through his mind. Each of those powerful demon saints was able to stir up trouble.
The Great Xiatian King was confident in the prosperity of the human race, and nodded: "If that's the case, then come on!"

Before the Demon Emperor finished speaking, the shadow of the Donghuang Bell was already floating above his head.

The cracks in the bell body oozed out traces of demonic power, which rushed into the sky like a swimming dragon, instantly connecting the phantoms all over the sky. Nine golden crows spread their wings from the chaos, their red-gold wings cutting through time and space, igniting the true fire of the sun that burned everything wherever they passed.

One hundred thousand demon gods stepped on the stars, waving the star flags in their hands. Countless stars rose from the depths of the river and formed a formation to suppress the heavens.

The sounds of dragon roars and phoenix cries came from the depths of the phantom. The sound waves turned into substance, shaking the boundless cosmic light and causing it to roll back. The floating fragments of memory exploded into powder.

When Dayan Jun saw this, his fingers under his sleeves trembled slightly, but he still raised his chin and sneered contemptuously.

He raised his hand suddenly, his fingertips slid across his palm, and his blood seeped into the void like a red line.

In an instant, the luck accumulated by the human race for tens of millions of years turned into a golden torrent and rushed out.

The fingertips cut through the palm, and the luck of the human race soared into the sky like a golden dragon.

The luck condensed into the shadows of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and each shadow was wrapped in the pressure of the creation of the world.

Suiren held up the fire, and in the flame leaped the hope for the birth of civilization!
Fuxi held the Luo River map in his hand, with star tracks flowing on the map, deducing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth!

Shennong carries a medicine basket on his back, with the spiritual energy of hundreds of herbs lingering around him, and his compassionate eyes look down on all living beings!

Under the shadow's feet, the golden river of human luck was surging endlessly, confronting the shadow of the demon court led by the Demon Emperor.
The moment the two forces collided, the two banks of the long river of time began to twist and collapse, revealing a dark purple rift in space and time deep inside.

The long river of time was violently distorted under the impact of the two powerful auras, and the light of the universe was boiling and surging, like a pot of magma about to erupt.

When the golden torrent of the demon court collided with the red waterfall of the human race, the entire river seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand.

Those cosmic lights flicker with faint blue, silver and dark gold light, and each one carries a memory that has been sealed away by the years.

The fragments spun and collided rapidly in the air, and began to automatically collage together, and ancient pictures slowly unfolded in the void.

The two tribes of witches and liches started a thrilling fight at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. The blood mist split by the giant axe in the hands of the ancestor witch was like a red torrent.

The entire sky was dyed red, as if the whole world was soaked in blood.

And in the midst of blood and killing, the first fire of civilization of the human tribe was quietly ignited.

The faint fire flickered in the darkness, as if it would be extinguished by the strong wind at any time, but it burned tenaciously, illuminating the long night of ignorance.

At the same time, the golden luck of the human court was like a burning flame, constantly devouring the red waterfall of luck of the demon clan.

Dayan Jun stood on the clouds, overlooking the battle below. The corners of his mouth were originally tense, but at this moment, he finally curled up into a sneer.

There was a gleam of confidence in his eyes, as if he had already seen the moment when the luck of the demon race would be completely devoured.

However, just as he was preparing to press on with the victory and take the Demon Emperor's luck into his pocket in one fell swoop, a heart-pounding tremor suddenly came from the depths of the long river of time.

Suddenly, an extremely huge shadow slowly emerged from the depths of the long river of time.

This phantom seemed to come from ancient times, and its appearance caused the entire river of time to tremble violently.

As the shadow gradually became clearer, the cosmic light seemed to be pulled by a powerful force and began to roll back wildly.

In the midst of this raging sea, a dark shadow, like an ancient behemoth, is slowly emerging in a slow and majestic posture.

When the wings of this phantom spread out, their length spanned millions of years in the long river of time!

Wherever such huge wings passed, time and space seemed to be distorted by an invisible force and became extremely distorted.

Under this terrifying pressure, countless images collapsed and turned into starlight, disappearing into the void like meteors.

The long river of time became extremely violent at this moment, and the water surged continuously, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

When the shadow that blocked out the sky and the sun fully appeared in front of everyone, the Great Xia Jun couldn't help but exclaimed: "Demon Master Kunpeng!"

His voice seemed particularly abrupt in this turbulent time and space, as if the whole world froze because of these four words.

Da Xiajun's body involuntarily staggered back half a step.
The Haotian Treasure Mirror in his hand seemed to feel the terrifying pressure and was shaking violently in his palm.

At this moment, the shadows of the Three Emperors of Humanity were reflected in Kunpeng’s ink-black pupils.

Its wrinkled wings gently passed through time and space, and the powerful airflow it brought up was like a violent hurricane, instantly crushing the fragments of time and space on both sides of the river into powder.

At this moment, Kunpeng was opening his huge mouth like a black hole, swallowing the shadows of the Three Emperors of the human race.

Chaotic energy surged at the edge of the huge mouth, and wherever it passed, the space shattered like pieces of broken glass.

The fire in Suiren's hand was extinguished instantly, the map of Luo River deduced by Fuxi turned into ashes, and the medicine basket carried by Shennong was torn into pieces by the chaotic storm.

It was devoured in an instant, and the golden dragon of humanity's destiny let out a wail.

The fortune of the demon court is as bright as the blazing sun!

Nine golden crows roared at the same time, and the star flags in the hands of the hundred thousand demon gods burst out with brilliant light. The golden torrent turned into a giant net that covered the sky and the sun, completely enveloping the destiny of the human race.

The Great Xia Tianjun spurted blood wildly, and tried his best to tear open the cracks in the long river with the Haotian Treasure Mirror:

"I will never coexist with you!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into a streak of embarrassed light and disappeared into the crack.

The moment the crack closed, the river returned to calm again, with only floating golden spots of light indicating the victory of the Demon Court's destiny.

The Demon Emperor waved his hand, and golden light burst out from his fingertips, like an invisible giant net, sweeping towards the scattered torrent of luck.

The scattered luck of the human race and the luck of the demon court that was previously stolen by the Great Xia Tian Lord were all gathered together under the attraction of this force.

The phantom of the Donghuang Bell was suspended above his head. The demonic power that seeped out from the cracks in the bell absorbed the light of luck one by one. With every ray of energy absorbed, the bell became brighter.

Then the Demon Emperor followed closely behind and stepped into the space-time crack. The chaotic energy surged behind him, completely engulfing his figure.

The moment he returned to the Earthly Immortal Realm, the Demon Emperor blocked the battlefield with the "Tianxin" small world.

The three human celestial monarchs were covered in blood and were about to flee.

But it was bound by an invisible force and was swept into the core of the star like a leaf in the wind.

Even before Great Xia Tianjun could react, he saw the Demon Emperor dragging three seriously injured human monarchs into the core of the star.

The light flowing on the surface of the star core enveloped the Heavenly Monarchs. They let out shrill screams but were unable to break free from this terrifying force.

As the Heavenly Dao of the small world operated, the Dao rhythm in the body of the Heavenly Monarch was instantly extracted and merged into the cracks in the star core.

The bodies of the Heavenly Kings were torn apart by the laws and instantly turned into dust and drifted away with the wind.

Golden light shone out from the Donghuang Bell, engulfing the three souls. (End of this chapter)