All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

At this time, three elders, Suiren, Youchao and Ziyi, came over.

Behind them followed a group of human beings who had survived the disaster, with expressions of gratitude and awe on their faces.

“Hello, three elders. My name is Chu Yang, and I was born in the Shouyang Mountain area.” Chu Yang also briefly introduced himself to the three elders.

Chu Yang also admired these three human elders very much. Due to their contributions to the human race, these three people have now been promoted to Daluo Golden Immortals.

"My dear friend Chu Yang, thank you for your help!" Suiren bowed.

"Yes, if it weren't for you, we would probably have died here." Youchao also hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

Chu Yang released the humans he had collected and forced a smile: "Thank you, three elders. I am also a human, so I naturally don't want to see my race being slaughtered!"

"My friend, you are so young, yet you have such great accomplishments. You are truly a young person to be feared!"

The black-clothed lady exclaimed: "I wonder who your teacher is?"

Chu Yang hesitated for a moment, but still said truthfully: "My master is a saint of Jiejiao."

As soon as these words came out, the three elders immediately stood in awe, and looked at Chu Yang with a little more awe in their eyes.

The disciples of the saints are the most advanced beings in the prehistoric world!
"So you are a disciple of the sage. No wonder you are so powerful!" Suiren's tone became even more respectful.

Youchao and Ziyi clans also expressed their admiration. They originally thought that Chu Yang was just a disciple of some hidden master, but they didn't expect that he was actually a disciple of a saint. This made them look at Chu Yang with even greater respect.

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard from the Small Qiankun Formation. The huge body of Jiuying slammed into the barrier of the formation, causing ripples.

“Oh no, this old monster is about to break the formation!” Chu Yang’s face changed drastically.

The nine snake heads of Jiuying screamed sharply at the same time, and the black venom sprayed on the barrier of the formation like raindrops, making a "hissing" corrosion sound. The light on the barrier of the formation began to flicker, and it seemed that it was about to collapse.

Chu Yang gritted his teeth and tried his best to mobilize his magic power.

Maintaining the Small Qiankun Formation already consumed a huge amount of energy, and now with the Nine Infants' frantic counterattack, he felt as if his magic power was draining away like a floodgate opened.

He gritted his teeth, continuously formed seals with his hands, and sent one spell after another into the formation, but it was like a drop in the ocean, unable to cause any ripples.

The cracks on the formation barrier grew bigger and bigger, and Jiuying's sinister laugh became clearer and clearer.

"I can't hold it anymore..."

The faces of the three elders were extremely ugly.

Suiren held the crutch tightly in his hand, and veins bulged on the back of his skinny hand.

"Is the fate of our human race going to end here today?"

Youchao and Ziyi looked at each other, both with sorrow on their faces.

The humans behind them were trembling even more, and a feeling of despair spread among the crowd.

The Nine Infants were wreaking havoc in the formation, the nine snake heads roared triumphantly, and the black venom sprayed more violently. The light on the formation barrier had dimmed to the extreme, and it could collapse completely at any time.

At this critical moment, a gleam of determination flashed in Suiren's eyes.

He turned his head abruptly and looked at Chu Yang, and said in a deep voice: "My dear friend Chu Yang, I have a method that may be able to help you, but this method is extremely dangerous, and I only have one chance!"

Chu Yang was stunned. Before he could ask, he saw Suiren's body suddenly burst into flames.

This flame is not an ordinary flame, but carries a pure, primordial aura that seems to have existed since the beginning of the world.

"This is... the origin of fire! The eternal flame!"

Chu Yang instantly understood Suirenshi's plan, and an indescribable feeling of emotion welled up in his heart.

This old man actually wanted to instill into him the essence of fire that he had gained throughout his life!

“My dear Chu Yang, catch it!” Suiren shouted, and pressed his flaming hands hard on Chu Yang’s chest.

A vast and powerful force instantly surged into Chu Yang's body, like a rushing river, flowing wildly in his meridians.

This force was so pure and so powerful that Chu Yang felt like his body was about to burst.

He quickly sat cross-legged and guided this power to circulate within his body.

With the integration of the origin of fire, Chu Yang's cultivation began to rapidly improve, from the late True Immortal stage... to the early Golden Immortal stage! To the middle Golden Immortal stage!

In the end, Chu Yang’s cultivation stopped at the peak of the Golden Immortal!

At this time, the flame of Suiren had gone out, and his originally rosy face turned ashen, and his whole body was like a candle in the wind, shaky and about to fall.

“Elder!” Chu Yang opened his eyes and was filled with grief when he saw Suiren’s appearance.

Suiren forced a smile and said weakly: "My friend, I don't have much time left... Remember, the future of the human race... is in your hands..."

After saying this, Suiren's body slowly fell down, his breath extremely weak.

Chu Yang caught the skinny body of Suirenshi with trembling hands. The old man was like a piece of burnt charcoal, light and weightless.

Suiren was gently handed over to Youchao and Ziyi. The two elders were already in tears. They supported Suiren with trembling hands and let out sobbing cries.

Chu Yang took a deep breath and suppressed his surging emotions. Now was not the time to be sad.

The source of fire from Suiren roared and rushed in his body, as if it wanted to burn him to ashes, but it also strangely merged perfectly with his own power.

Thanks to the insights of another "Chu Yang" in the Devouring World, his understanding of the law of fire has long surpassed that of ordinary Golden Immortals. Now, with the addition of the immortal flame of Suiren, he is even more powerful.

The inheritance of the torch was of great importance in Chu Yang’s heart at this moment.

The small Qiankun Formation also changed accordingly. On the originally crumbling barrier, raging flames were now burning, emitting a scorching breath.

The Nine Infants' originally rampant roar came to an abrupt halt. The nine snake heads stared at the formation vigilantly, with uneasy light flashing in their scarlet snake eyes.

It could feel that Chu Yang's aura had undergone a drastic change.

Chu Yang slowly rose into the air, unleashing his peak Golden Immortal cultivation without reservation.

Dazzling golden light burst out from his body, like a scorching sun, dispelling the darkness in the Small Qiankun Formation and illuminating the huge body of the Nine Infants in the formation in every detail.

"Old monster, your time of death has come!"

Chu Yang's voice was cold and merciless. His magic power had been greatly improved, and the power of his formation could also break through to a new level.

He pushed his hands forward suddenly, and the sword energy in the formation disappeared instantly, replaced by fire dragons that roared and pounced towards Jiuying.

Jiuying was terrified, and its nine snake heads twisted wildly, trying to avoid the fire dragon's attack.

However, the fire dragon was as fast as lightning and entangled Jiuying in the blink of an eye.

The scorching flames burned Jiuying's scales, making a creepy "hissing" sound.

Jiuying let out a shrill scream, and its huge body struggled violently in the flames, but it was still unable to break free from the fire dragon's restraints.

Chu Yang looked coldly at Jiuying struggling in the flames, without any mercy in his heart.

The blazing flames were no longer simply the Samadhi True Fire, but the immortal fire mixed with Suiren's lifelong cultivation! In the small Qiankun formation, the space was distorted, as if it would collapse at any time.

Jiuying's screams became even more shrill. His originally indestructible scales quickly charred and curled up like paper in front of the inextinguishable fire. "Damn it! What kind of fire is this?!"

Jiuying roared in fear, and its nine snake heads frantically spewed venom, ice, and black water, trying to put out the horrible fire.

However, how can these unorthodox methods extinguish the inextinguishable flame of the most powerful and masculine thing?

Instead, it was like adding fuel to the fire, burning even more fiercely.

He hurriedly sacrificed several innate spiritual treasures, and the magical weapons emitting precious light surrounded him, and he was able to barely resist the burning of the eternal fire.

Even so, the scorching heat still made him suffer unbearably, and all nine snake heads drooped weakly.

"Humph, there are quite a few innate spiritual treasures!"

Chu Yang sneered. He had heard that the demon race had many treasures.
Jiuying is a great demon saint. After seeing him today, I found that he is indeed worthy of his reputation.

However, now is not the time to think about these things, let’s get rid of this old monster first!
Chu Yang's mind moved, and the small Qiankun formation changed again.

"seal up!"

Chu Yang shouted loudly, forming seals with his hands, and the small Qiankun formation suddenly shrank. The formation that originally covered an area of ​​several miles shrank to only a hundred feet in size in an instant, trapping Jiuying and his innate spiritual treasure inside.

Jiuying was horrified. He felt that the space around him was getting smaller and smaller, and his range of movement was becoming more and more restricted.

Although those innate spiritual treasures are still there, they seem to be imprisoned and can hardly exert their full power.

"Boy, what kind of witchcraft is this?!" Jiuying roared and struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Chu Yang raised his lips with a cold smile: "Old monster, you have done so many evil things, today is the day you die!"

As Chu Yang continued to cast spells, the small Qiankun Formation continued to shrink, and finally turned into a fist-sized golden ball of light, floating in Chu Yang's palm.

Jiuying was horrified to find that the space around him was completely blocked and he could not move at all no matter how hard he struggled.

The innate spiritual treasure on its body also gradually dimmed under the powerful force of space.

As time goes by, under the continuous burning of Chu Yang's immortal fire, this Nine Infants in the late Daluo Golden Immortal will eventually be reduced to ashes.

Chu Yang stretched out his hand, and the fireball burning with an eternal flame fell into his hand.

"Old monster, weren't you very arrogant? Why aren't you yelling now?"

The nine snake heads of Jiuying drooped limply, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

It knew that it was probably really in trouble this time.

Chu Yang's gaze turned and fell on an ancient long sword hanging on the neck of one of the Nine Infants' snake heads.

The sword was as black as ink and exuded a cold murderous aura. It was the legendary Witch-Slaying Sword!
Chu Yang stretched out his hand, and the pitch-black witch-killing sword fell into his hand.

The sword was cold, but felt strangely warm to the touch, as if it contained endless killing intent.

Chu Yang stared at the sword, which reflected his slightly indifferent face at the moment, as well as the dying Jiuying in the fireball.

The nine snake heads of Jiuying drooped limply, and their originally ferocious eyes now only showed fear and despair.

It opened its mouth with difficulty, and a hoarse voice came out of its charred throat: "I am... the demon saint of the demon race..."

Chu Yang looked at it, feeling mixed emotions.

Once upon a time, the demon saint Jiuying was so invincible in front of the human race, but now he has ended up like this.

Thinking of the sufferings endured by the human race and of Suiren, who sacrificed himself for the continuation of the human race, the last trace of hesitation in his heart disappeared.

After the amplitude of Chu Yang's small Qiankun formation, the immortal fire even had the power of the peak of Daluo Jinxian.

After more than half an hour, Jiuying became increasingly weak. It was already very impressive that he had been able to hold out for so long under the eternal fire.

"Go in peace!"

Chu Yang's voice was cold and ruthless: "The blood debt you owe to the human race will be settled today."

After saying that, he used the Tuwu Sword to split Jiuying's body without hesitation.

With a "puff", the Tuwu Sword seemed to have found an outlet and greedily devoured Jiuying's blood and essence.

The sword hummed, black light grew brighter, and a frightening and murderous aura spread out.

Jiuying let out a shrill wail, and the nine snake heads twitched violently at the same time, and the light in their eyes quickly dissipated.

It never dreamed that the witch-killing sword that it had painstakingly refined would eventually become the weapon that killed it!

What's even more ironic is that the one who killed it was the human race, whom he had always looked down upon the most!

It once dreamed of using the Witch-Slaying Sword to kill countless great witches in the war between witches and liches and achieve supreme fame. Now it seems that everything is just a delusion.

As Jiuying's last breath dissipated, the fireball also went out.

Chu Yang's mind moved, and he used the Tuwu Sword to pry open Jiuying's demon body and took out a golden demon pill.

This is Jiuying’s demon pill!
Those dull and lifeless innate spiritual treasures also fell to the ground.

Chu Yang put the beads and several innate spiritual treasures into the Qiankun bag, and also put the huge corpse of Jiuying into it.

After all, Jiuying is a demon saint in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian. His whole body is full of treasures. If they are refined into pills in the future, they will be enough to greatly improve his cultivation.

After doing all this, Chu Yang dispersed the Small Qiankun Formation and turned to walk towards Youchao and Ziyi.

When the two saw that Chu Yang was safe and sound, they showed expressions of relief on their faces.

"Young friend Chu Yang, are you okay?" You Chao asked with concern.

Chu Yang smiled slightly: "I'm fine, Jiuying has been killed!"

"Jiuying... has been killed?" Ziyi asked in disbelief, with a trembling in her tone.

Chu Yang nodded and raised the Wu-killing Sword in his hand: "This beast has committed serious sins and has been killed by me with this sword."

Youchao and Ziyi looked at each other and saw deep shock in each other's eyes.

Although they knew that Chu Yang was powerful, they did not expect that he could actually kill the notorious demon saint like Jiuying!
“My dear friend Chu Yang, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness!” You Chao excitedly shook Chu Yang’s hand, “You saved the entire human tribe today!”

Ziyi clan also stepped forward and bowed deeply: "My dear friend Chu Yang, thank you for eliminating this harm for our human race!"

Chu Yang smiled calmly: "You two don't need to be so polite. Protecting the human race is the duty of all of us humans."

"And I was able to break through with the help of Elder Suiren. I should be the one to thank him!"

"Friend Chu Yang, it is not suitable to stay here for long. Let's leave as soon as possible."

Youchao looked around with a serious expression.

"Although Jiuying is dead, there is no guarantee that other demons will not come to seek revenge." (End of this chapter)