I want to embrace the moon for nine days

In the dim sky, a man in tight clothes was seen stepping into the air, and each step covered a hundred miles.

This man has a sturdy build, long arms, and a cowhide headband on his head. Small pieces of colorful crystal jade hang down from the headband. It is a very typical outfit of a person from the Southern Wilderness.

He also controlled his breath very well. From hundreds of miles away, his body had already faded, as if it had dissolved into the void. He quietly moved forward to the vicinity of the canyon and peered down.

Sure enough, in the darkness below the canyon, four great demons stood with their eyes closed, communicating with each other faintly, as if they were practicing some secret method of combined attack.

The man silently took out a longbow, placed four magic arrows on the bowstring, and observed for a long time before releasing the bowstring.

bass! !

Dark cracks appeared in the void, and strange vibrations were transmitted from the void level to the outside. At the same time, all four arrows had hit the target.

The chest of the Heart Demon Wujiang, the forehead of the Ox-Horn Demon, the throat of the Sheep-Head Demon, and the lumbar vertebrae of the White-Bone Demon.

The four demon lords opened their eyes in shock, and angry roars were about to burst out from their mouths, but they saw a figure appear above Xinmo Wujiang's head and punched down.

The four divine arrows were of similar power, but the arrow that pierced Xinmo Wujiang's chest penetrated the deepest.

The man judged that he was the weakest one, and this punch immediately turned Xinmo Wujiang into a ball of collapsed shadow, and his will and spiritual light seemed to be extinguished without a trace.

“We’ve fallen into a trap!!”

The man's expression changed instantly.

Even though Xinmo Wujiang is the weakest among the four demon lords, his aura is clearly that of a master at the demon lord level. It is impossible for him to be beaten into this state by just an arrow and a punch.

The figures of the other three demon lords also collapsed at the same time, and shadows spread, faster than the man wanted to retreat.

The entire Grand Canyon, under the fusion of shadows, turned into a huge dark mouth with jagged fangs, rapidly rising towards the sky and suddenly closing.

boom! ! ! !

The man's figure was trapped inside, and after three or four breaths, the huge dark mouth collapsed and exploded.

The man in tight clothes reappeared, his body covered in blood.

A sword suddenly pierced through his back and chest.

The man was furious. Four red dots appeared in each of his eyes and there was another one between his eyebrows. Nine extremely ferocious red flames were stirring in his body and were about to explode. He swung out with both palms at the same time.

The Bull-Headed Demon Lord and the Goat-Horned Demon Lord just happened to meet his palms.

Using both hands to fight against the four devil's hands, the strong-suited man's cultivation was temporarily suppressed, and he became restless and out of control.

The white finger bones touched his forehead, cutting off his connection with the nine fire seeds.

The last four kinds of thick demonic energy surrounded them and formed a pitch-black demonic cocoon.

The tight-fitting man was completely suppressed.

"This person should be Wang Changgong from the Southern Wasteland."

Xin Mo Wujiang said with emotion, "I have inquired about some news in the human world. This person's cultivation is really amazing. His reputation is well-deserved. He was ambushed by the four of us and almost succeeded in counterattacking."

“If he were to unleash the Nine Times Rakshasa’s foundation, even he wouldn’t be able to handle it, and the four of us would all suffer considerable damage.”

The Skeleton Demon Lord hummed, "The way of fate has always been that one side rises while the other declines. Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. Originally, the old ghost Tiandu in the human world was about to die, Yundie didn't care about worldly affairs, and the others had their own ghosts. The Great Chu was about to collapse, and the demonic calamity would erupt."

"The current situation is very different from what we expected. On the other hand, the human world is full of experts. We, the demon clan, have not been able to see the wonderful situation where all the old masters have exploded and promoted, and the younger generation of geniuses have emerged in an endless stream."

Xin Mo Wujiang said with a smile: "The conflicts among those old ghosts in the world are becoming more and more irreconcilable. Once we offer more sacrifices, the Supreme Demon King will have completely mastered his power and will have understood all the mysteries of heaven and earth. I'm afraid some of the old ghosts in the world will be willing to be his allies."

"As long as the Demon King takes action, everything will be fine!"

As Xinmo Wujiang spoke, he once again activated the mysterious sacrificial method, and the dark light of the chaos condensed between his palms. The three demon lords simultaneously poured their demonic energy into him.

This had also been discussed beforehand. All four people had to take part in the sacrifice, and the credit couldn't be taken solely by Xinmo Wujiang.

The dark light suddenly surged, like a fountain and a flame, gushing out more than ten feet high, and in a flash, it swallowed up the magic cocoon in front of it.

The four demon lords could all feel that the demon cocoon was sinking rapidly through some unfathomable connection, falling into an indescribable unknown place.

But as time went by, the four great demon lords suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Why does the direction of the magic cocoon seem a bit skewed?
They moved closer and closer to the eighth level of the Abyss, a location they were all familiar with.

That was the location where the Jackdaw Demon Lord secretly sent a message, calling on all the Demon Lords and leaders of the various tribes in the Abyss Realm to hold a banquet and form an alliance.

Xinmo Wujiang's face darkened and he had a bad feeling. Without saying a word, he tore open the void and rushed to the lower abyss.

The three great demon lords were not as familiar with the sacrifice as Xinmo Wujiang, and some of them were puzzled. But when they saw Xinmo Wujiang's reaction, they knew something was wrong and chased after him.

The four evil spirits were like meteors, piercing through the distant void, breaking through the fifth, sixth, and seventh layers of the Abyss Realm. After entering the depth of the eighth layer of the Abyss Realm, they made a sharp turn and headed eastward.

On the eastern land of the eighth level of the Abyss.

The eighty-one mountain peaks are arranged in an orderly manner like a particularly regular chessboard. The fog forms a bird's nest shape above the mountains, flowing continuously, but with clear boundaries, neither overflowing nor shrinking inward.

Huge animal skins, human skins and demon skins, with scales, feathers and fur, hung on the edge of the cliff like long banners, emitting a hot and fishy breeze in the mist.

More than 500 Buddhist masters who had achieved golden bodies were sitting cross-legged on some hillsides, all without their heads.

However, the strange sound of scripture chanting was still echoing around them. Golden blood flowed from their bodies, expanding in volume, and formed golden rivers in all directions.

The skeletons of the former powerful human beings were as skinny as strange trees, with their feet cut off and their calf bones pierced into the rocks, standing in the valleys.

The magnificent palaces of the demon clan are clustered together, covering the thirteen hills in the center.

Today, all these palaces are filled with guests, and the atmosphere is eerie.

The Jackdaw Demon Lord, with white hair, black beard and a thin face, gently raised his hand under the gaze of all the guests.

A magic cocoon flew in from outside the mountain and hovered in his palm.

Xin Mo Wujiang chased here and stopped in the sky. When he saw this scene, his face turned blue with anger.

"Jackdaw...Demon Lord!"

Xin Mo Wujiang squeezed out a sound from between his teeth and laughed, "This is the prey that the four of us worked together and went through a lot of trouble to get. We want to offer it to the Lord Demon. What does it mean that the Lord Demon intercepted this sacrifice?!"

The Bone Demon Lord and others stopped behind the Inner Demon, looking very unhappy.

“Hahahaha, brother Heart Demon, I also understand the sacrificial method you mastered. When you activated it, I felt it and activated it too. With a slight modification, I can attract your sacrifice here.”

The Jackdaw Demon Lord smiled and said, "What does this prove? It proves that I didn't intercept them by force. It's just because the Supreme Demon Lord trusts me more."

"So before the sacrifice reaches the Demon King, I will help you check it."

This Jackdaw Demon Lord once wreaked havoc in the great demonic calamity at the end of the Middle Ages. Later, he was able to hide without a trace and escaped the counterattack and reckoning by the powerful human beings.

Now the demonic calamity should have happened but has not happened yet, and many powerful demons who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to break through to the boundless realm have not succeeded yet.

The Crow Demon Lord reappeared in the world. His ninth-level infinite cultivation was not impaired. He was still able to display the aura of a demon lord, and became the leader of many demons in one fell swoop.

But he remains as shameless as ever.

As he spoke, the purple-black demonic energy had already dispelled all the original four strands of demonic energy on the demon cocoon, and wrapped Wang Changgong up again like purple silk.

This is picking fruits and grabbing credit in a righteous way!
He was in public, and he didn't hide from people at all.

If such a sacrifice, which is completely devoid of the aura of the Four Demon Lords, is sent to the Demon King, the mysteries of the devil that are returned will never fall on the Four Demon Lords.

Xin Mo Wujiang stared at it for a while, then said with a smile: "The Demon Lord has done a great job, gathering so many demon leaders from various tribes here, but he only offers this one sacrifice. How can it be worthy of the Demon Lord's current status?!"

“So I say, brother Heart Demon, you still can’t understand the intention of the Supreme Demon King.”

The Jackdaw Demon Lord smiled calmly and said calmly, "Why do you think the Demon King needs these sacrifices?"

"Because any time and space projection involving a powerful void being must have been fabricated so quickly by that old ghost Tiandu using a Qingyun treasure. The first and second layers of the Abyss were directly blasted into a whole, and the essence of the demonic energy in them was expelled, all because of that Qingyun."

"What the Demon King really values ​​is not the offerings themselves, but the mystery of the auspicious cloud that can be deduced from these offerings."

"Although you four have intercepted this person's thoughts and sealed them in the projection, you have also destroyed a lot of the projection, and even infiltrated and entangled it with demonic energy. How can such a sacrifice satisfy the Demon King?"

The Crow Demon Lord raised his hand slightly, and the purple-black magic cocoon suddenly expanded and became transparent.

All the demons could see that the strong human inside had gained space to move around, and was recovering from his injuries at a very fast speed due to his instinctive resistance. But even if that person had fully recovered, he still couldn't break the seal created by the Jackdaw Demon Lord.

Even from the beginning to the end, the man's consciousness seemed to be still in a state of instinctive resistance but not being able to truly wake up.

All the powerful demons present were terrified, and even the anger of Xinmo Wujiang and the other three disappeared.

They were very clear about Wang Changgong's strength. If they had not set an ambush, the four of them would not have been able to stop Wang Changgong at all. Fighting four against one, they would all end up suffering heavy losses.

But such a strong man, in the hands of the Crow Demon Lord, was like a puppet that could be manipulated at will.

The depth of the Crow Demon Lord's cultivation was beyond their expectations.

"Trick him into recovering from the injuries of this projection. Sacrifice the most complete projection, and that will satisfy the Demon King."

Lord Jackdaw looked at the four great demon lords and said slowly, "Brother Heart Demon, are you convinced now?"

Xin Mo Wu Jiang and the other three were silent for a moment, then slowly landed over here.

"I am too shortsighted. I didn't estimate the Demon Lord's cultivation... I am willing to serve under the Demon Lord."

The Jackdaw Demon Lord showed a satisfied look: "Very good, now is the time for sacrifice."

The purple-black magic cocoon floated in front of the Jackdaw Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord made an unclear handprint with his hands in front of him.

A mysterious light emerged, like a dragon or a snake, subtle and mysterious, beyond description.

choke! !

As the mysterious light just appeared, suddenly a bluish-white light flashed from the side of the mysterious light and pierced into the body of the Crow Demon Lord.

The face of the Jackdaw Demon Lord suddenly changed, and his figure flashed billions of times in an instant.

What he showed to everyone seemed to be just an empty shell.

And beneath this body, there are countless space-time structures, different spatial arcs, and different speeds of time flow.

There were billions of flashes, and between each flash there was a shift of the void structure.

His true aura was hidden in the deepest part of these countless shifts, as if it were in a tiny dot that was beyond description.

This sword shattered his body, as if it had cut through thousands of autumn winds and cut off the light of the world.

There are no other colors in the world at this moment.

Only a little blue-white sword light remained.

"The wind and rain of the world cannot blow away the gods. With tiles covering the blue sky, they can smile at leisure when they are at peace."

The daily practice chapter of "The Song of the Great Dao of Tiandu"!!
The sun is taking a break, the wind and rain are endless, a tile covers the blue sky, and the sky remains clear.

As long as the Crow Demon Lord observed this sword, no matter how many time and space structures separated them, it would be equivalent to being under the same world.

No matter how far he hid, he could not avoid the sharpness of the sword.

Thousands of miles away in the void, a speck of dust was suddenly shattered by the sword energy.

Endless black feathers erupted from it, and a cry of injury shattered the surrounding mountains.

"What a hard mouth!!"

When the sword reached the end, the man holding the sword also felt a huge counterattack force, and the jackdaw's beak hit the sword.

The swordsman exclaimed in praise and swung his sword back.

The purple-black magic cocoon that enveloped him was finally completely cut open by him at this time.

The four demon lords who were standing closer to him were completely dazzled by this sword.

The four great demons were badly injured and flew backwards, their bodies were not broken, and it seemed that there was only a sword mark on them.

However, the secret realm of the great void behind them emerged, showing signs of collapse, squeezing even the foundation of their cultivation and completely transforming it into green and emerald sword energy.

All the demons around were caught off guard. In an instant, they didn't know how much sword energy they were washed away by. Those with weaker cultivation were killed on the spot.

The dead demon's cultivation was also rapidly transformed into green sword energy!
It is hard to say which is stronger, the sword energy or the demonic energy.

But if this swordsman is compared with all the demons present, there is no doubt that his sword energy is far more brutal, greedy, and violent than the demonic energy of these demons.

All the demons tried their best to struggle and escape in this blue sea of ​​swords.

Especially Xin Mo Wujiang, who was also a swordsman, recognized who this swordsman was.

"How could it be you?!"

The person wrapped in the magic cocoon was not Wang Changgong at all, but Su Hanshan!
Back then, this kid used the world created by the three great great masters to gather the power of all living beings and drive that world to operate.

It was also because Xinmo Wujiang was careless and stuffed that world into the secret realm that he got hurt.

Now, this man, with just the aftermath of a sword, almost killed Xinmo Wujiang.

"The traces you left behind will indeed disappear after Wang Changgong has seen them, and they will make him fall into the trap of tracking alone without knowing it. Don't talk about this matter with others."

For the sake of his "old friend", Su Hanshan emitted a sword intent and gave an explanation.

"However, long before he came to the Abyss, he had told me about some strange things, which led me to keep an eye on him. As soon as he fell into this abnormal state, I discovered him."

Wang Changgong once entered the deep abyss during a rehearsal of his life and found many demons bowing down to a mountain range.

The mountain range is winding and coiling, its length, weight and immeasurable size. Every hillside is as smooth as a mirror, but within that hard texture, there is a feeling as if flesh and blood are wriggling.

Every tiny detail of the mountain has a sense of deviation and contradiction that is enough to drive people crazy. The more you look into it, the more difficult it is to explain what you are seeing.

Even with Wang Changgong's original cultivation level, when he saw this mountain range, his mind suffered an overly huge information shock. Many mysteries of the Great Dao were forcibly displayed before him, almost causing his soul to be severely damaged.

Fortunately, at that time, the Emperor's Scripture blurred his perception and instantly terminated this deduction.

Even the record of this deduction was automatically deleted from within the Imperial Scriptures. After all, it was just Yundie's good intentions, and it was rather rigid. In order to protect the host, the automatic response mechanism would sometimes act hastily.

After deleting it, Yundie retracted her good intentions and didn't know what happened next.

This time the people of Southern Wilderness entered the Abyss Realm because it was an opportunity given to them by the great god Yundie. Although Wang Changgong had lost the imperial scriptures, he was willing to give it a try because he had the protection of the time and space projection.

However, to be on the safe side, he still found Su Hanshan and mentioned some of his experiences in the Abyss Realm.

Even though it was a vague impression, it attracted Su Hanshan's attention.

Therefore, Wang Changgong's activities after entering the Abyss Realm seemed to be walking alone, but in fact he was always under the close control of Su Hanshan.

When Su Hanshan discovered that Wang Changgong's condition was abnormal and he was coming to this canyon, he showed up, used a trick of borrowing the road, and combined with the transfer of cause and effect, he transformed himself into Wang Changgong's appearance and came over here to find out what was going on.

Xin Mo Wujiang accepted this explanation, which was equivalent to accepting the sword intent.

The sword intent burst out from his aura, instantly blasting him into eight pieces.

Back then, he sent down seven disaster swords in the demon-killing world. Today, Su Hanshan transformed them into eight demon-killing sword auras.

"Su Hanshan, you really came. How did you come like this?!"

The shadow of the Raven Lord's wings was cast down.

The hoarse cry caused time and space to vibrate, and the flow of time within a radius of thousands of miles accelerated and slowed down.

"Well, you thought we didn't set a trap for you? You walked into it yourself!"

Above the mysterious sea, the Seventh Generation Patriarch and the Great God Yundie felt a slight movement in their hearts.

Patriarch Buzhou did not play the piano. He stood with his hands behind his back, facing the mountain gate, and suddenly turned around.

The Dragon Emperor's true body was rising in Yu Yuan, and he reached the same opinion as the Holy Emperor.

"We can't wait any longer, we have to start!"

(End of this chapter)