Two Realms: A giant of immortal martial arts emerges from low Wu Gan

Feng Yuan formed hand seals and took a step forward.

Its demonic aura was unmistakable as it pressed directly towards Jiang Shu in front of it.

But his coercion was not directed at Jiang Shu.

Instead, they wanted to save Golden Horn.

He was a member of the Phoenix Clan, but he was acutely aware of Jiang Shu's power.

Even the Burning Heaven Ancestor, who was in the late stage of the Demon Lord realm at the time, failed to capture Jiang Shu several times.

Naturally, he didn't fantasize about succeeding in his attempt.

Not to mention, he had just witnessed the battle between Jiang Shu and Jin Jiao.

In his view, although Jiang Shu was injured, more importantly, Jiang Shu fought against Jin Jiao with his physical body.

Compared to humans, demons have naturally stronger physical bodies.

Not to mention the dragons, the top hunters among the demon race.

In this respect, Jiang Shu's ability to defeat Jin Jiao in a head-on battle against someone of the same realm is enough to demonstrate his terrifying combat power.

If he were to unleash his fighting talent again, he probably wouldn't stand a chance.

Under the pressure of demonic energy, a fiery cage, even more refined than the defense he had just condensed and burning with pure golden phoenix true flames, instantly formed, gently and swiftly enveloping the nearly unconscious Golden Horn.

Feng Yuan turned and shouted at the True Hou Demon Lord and the Kunpeng Clan Demon Lord beside him:
"I've brought Golden Horn with me, come with me!"

This is not a place to stay for long.

A demon lord of the Voodoo Demon Lord realm has appeared.

According to the preparations of the human race, Dao Venerables of the same realm will naturally come.

If they hesitate to leave, they risk being surrounded by humans.

At that time, the situation will change again.

Why not leave today?

As long as Golden Horn is safe, Feng Yuan's act of saving Golden Horn today means that the Dragon Clan owes the Phoenix Clan a huge favor.

They dared not easily launch an attack.

As Feng Yuan, the Demon Lord, finished speaking.

The True Hou Demon Lord roared hatefully toward the human race, and ignoring his injuries, grabbed the tail of the Golden Horned Dragon's massive body.

This time, the Kunpeng Demon Lord dared not use powerful spatial teleportation again. Instead, he carefully tapped several times on Golden Horn's body, covering it with a thin silver spatial membrane to slightly reduce its weight and flight resistance, thus helping the True Hou Demon Lord lift Golden Horn.

Like Feng Yuan, they naturally realized their own limitations in cultivation and combat strength, and could no longer intervene in such battles.

"Want to leave?!"

A cold glint flashed in Xuanming Daozun's eyes, and the long sword in his hand hummed once more, ready to be drawn.

The power of the Great Dao was condensing on the longsword of the Dao artifact.

Each world seems to evolve on the tip of a sword.

Even if the three Dao Venerables joined forces, they might indeed be no match for the Witch Poison Demon Venerable.

But what if the intention is simply to stop them and keep these demon lords here?
"Hehehe..."

Before Xuanming Daozun could make a move, the strange laughter of Wudu Yaozun suddenly rang out.

"Young man, you are welcome to give it a try."

In the void, the giant bone finger, engraved with tadpole-like runes, suddenly pointed. All the Great Daos on the body of the Voodoo Demon Lord seemed to erupt from this bone finger, instantly setting up a wall of Great Daos in the way of Feng Yuan and the others' retreat.

Dozens of terrifying paths coiled in the void like dragons and snakes.

Every avenue exudes a suffocatingly terrifying power, as if countless illusory vengeful spirits are wailing within it.

The expression on Tianji Daozun's face changed slightly.

"The Great Dao Poisonous Miasma?!"

"Be careful not to get contaminated. This poisonous miasma is a powerful technique of the Witchcraft Demon Lord. It can invade and corrode the Great Dao, and is extremely difficult to remove!"

The jade ruler in his hand emitted a warm white light, protecting the three of them.

The whisk in Xing Shu Dao Zun's hand also lit up with starlight, and he frowned and said:

"This old monster has lived for who knows how many years; he's really difficult to deal with!"

Upon seeing the poisonous miasma of the Great Dao, Xuanming Daozun knew that forcibly pursuing it would inevitably draw the attention of the Witch Poison Demon Lord, so he naturally kept his sword intent suspended, not unleashing it.

Seeing that the Phoenix Abyss Demon Lord, carrying the Golden Horn, was rapidly moving away under the spatial cover of the Kunpeng Demon Lord, with an incredibly fast speed, leaving only a fiery silhouette, it was clear that he possessed some kind of speed-enhancing treasure.

His face was ashen, and his grip on the sword tightened and loosened repeatedly, but in the end he did not order the forceful entry into that terrifying, poisonous abyss.

To fight a Golden Horned Demon who is already severely injured and unconscious, especially when the opponent has a late-stage Demon Lord blocking the way and whose methods are unpredictable and difficult to defend against, would be a losing proposition and too risky.

More importantly, their side has yet to produce a Daoist Venerable capable of contending with the Voodoo Demon Venerable.

Does the Zhenwu Sect really not care about Jiang Shu?

In this situation, even if it were an avatar of the Supreme Master Taiwu Daozun of the True Martial Sect, he might still be able to leave Jinjiao behind.

Damn.

Xuanming Daozun cursed inwardly. Of course, he didn't know that all of this was just a scheme set up by Jiang Shu.

Jin Jiao was merely a puppet incarnation of Jiang Shu.

The most elite fighters in the True Martial Sect had already been instructed, so naturally they wouldn't deliberately show up.

As for the Dao Yi Sect, there are many Dao Venerables who are willing to see Jiang Shu suffer a setback.

After all, Jiang Shu's popularity was simply too high.

In fact, he even subtly surpassed several late-stage Chaos Realm beings.

"Today we will let your prodigy Golden Horn leave, but if he dares to set foot on human territory again, he will be killed without mercy!"

Xuanming Daozun did not make a move, but could only say this to Wudu Yaozun and the departing firelight.

The voice wasn't loud, but it contained a chilling killing intent.

However, the Voodoo Demon Lord merely sneered.

The Great Dao Poisonous Miasma hovered behind him, its terrifying aura seemingly locking up the entire world.

"You humans are all talk and no action."

"Fortunately, Golden Horn is not seriously injured today, otherwise, I would have definitely taken action and slaughtered your human race today."

The Voodoo Demon Lord stood with his hunched figure before the terrifying miasma of the Great Dao, confronting the three human Dao Lords from a distance. He did not take the initiative to attack, but only to ensure that Feng Yuan and the others were completely out of sight.

He knew that once he made a move, he might not be able to defeat the four Dao Venerables in front of him for the time being.

It's easy to get stuck, once a stalemate is reached.

Even if the Dao Venerable of the human race comes to his aid again, he may not be able to gain much advantage.

Therefore, deterrence is all that is needed.

The tension between the two sides gradually eased after a stalemate.

"It seems that you humans are nothing special. You rashly came to the Demon Realm, and you even have a few late-stage Chaos Realm Dao Venerables who can travel around freely?"

"Today, I'll let you juniors off the hook."

The Voodoo Demon Lord did not turn around. Calculating the time, he figured Golden Horn should be far away by now.

He had no intention of staying there for long.

The figure gradually faded into a phantom, disappearing into the void.

Only one path of poisonous miasma remains.

"Damn it!"

Xuanming Daozun took a deep breath, and his expression changed slightly.

He clearly saw the Voodoo Demon Lord's contempt, but he simply couldn't bring himself to make a move.

He had no choice but to turn to Jiang Shu and say:

"Daoist Master Taixuan, are you alright?"

"Thank you to the seniors for coming to help."

Jiang Shu returned the greeting respectfully, but no one knew that his mind was already divided.

Some of them have already followed Golden Horn to the deeper demon realm.

……

Under the protection of the Kunpeng Clan Demon Lord's exquisite and gentle spatial power, and the nurturing of the Nirvana True Flame continuously inputted by the Phoenix Abyss Demon Lord, the injuries of the unconscious Golden Horn were initially brought under control, and the intense energy conflict was temporarily calmed down.

Although the Phoenix Clan's secret Nirvana True Flame was not as pure as the real Phoenix Flame, it still contained powerful life force, slowly nourishing his broken bones and flesh, preventing further deterioration.

Several days later, a streamlined, giant flying shuttle burning with phoenix flames broke through the energy barrier on the outer edge of the demon realm and landed steadily on a heavily guarded platform at the edge of an imperial palace.

There were already specially appointed demon priests waiting here.

The massive body of the Golden Horned Dragon was carefully lifted.

His eyes were closed, his face was as pale as gold paper, and although his breathing was slightly more stable than when he was in the Shattered Star Domain, it was still as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

The twisted dragon claw, limp and completely destroyed, was particularly jarring. The powerful dragon might had faded, leaving only a profound sense of weakness.

Golden Horn's body was placed on a huge red chalcedony platform, inside which flowed liquid star marrow essence, emitting a warm halo.

A dozen or so demon priests dressed in ancient sacrificial robes surrounded the platform. Each of them possessed the cultivation level of a demon lord. Their expressions were solemn as they chanted prayers with strange syllables, full of a savage atmosphere.

Below the platform, a massive magic array drawn with demon blood mixed with stardust and golden sand slowly glowed with a scarlet light. Countless tiny runes were engraved with the power of the Great Dao, converging into a stream of rich life force that continuously poured into the broken body of the Golden Horned Dragon.

At the core of the magic array, three crystal cores of different colors, each containing terrifying energy, floated.

One is the core of a newly formed star, vast and imposing.

One of them is the Heart of Nine Tribulations Heavenly Thunder Wood, taken from the Imperial Palace Treasury, brimming with vitality.

The last one was solidified; it was once the essence of a demon lord among the dragons, used to suppress bloodlines and stabilize the origin.

This is the "Myriad Sources Gathering Blood and Tracing Life Array," one of the demon race's most treasured life-saving methods. Each time it is activated, the resources consumed are enough to bankrupt a small demon tribe.

The air was filled with the stench of blood, the fragrance of rare herbs, and a heavy, malevolent aura that seemed to carry the wails of countless spirits.

The Phoenix Abyss Demon Lord, dressed in a magnificent crimson-gold robe, had a face so gloomy it could drip water, and was personally guarding the core of the formation to control the overall situation.

He would occasionally flick out a wisp of pure Nirvana True Flame, carefully merging it into Golden Horn's body to help dispel the stubborn, clinging desolate power.

He was extremely frustrated. That madman, Ancestor Burning Heaven, had messed things up, enraging the Imperial Palace, and the Phoenix lineage was the first to bear the pressure.

Originally, he had no good feelings towards Golden Horn, a true dragon prodigy, and even harbored some jealousy towards the Shadow of the Ancestral Dragon. But now he had no choice but to risk his life to save him.

Phoenix True Flame is the source of life's energy, and such continuous output is a considerable burden on him.

"How's it going?"

A deep, majestic sound, like the friction of metal against stone, rang out outside the hall.

The sound wasn't loud, but it drowned out the prayers and the booming of the magic array inside the hall.

The two Phoenix Clan demon lords guarding the palace gate trembled and immediately bowed and retreated.

A slightly aged figure walked in.

His entire body was covered in dark gold dragon scale armor. As he walked, the armor plates rubbed together, producing a dull metallic clanging sound. With each step, the floor of the entire healing hall seemed to tremble slightly.

Although his figure was old, his dark golden vertical pupils swept across the hall with an aura of scrutiny. He was none other than Ao Qing, the famous demon lord of the Dragon Clan in the Golden Horn lineage.

His cultivation level had also reached the late stage of Demon Lord.

It is even stronger than the Voodoo Demon Lord.

Ao Qing's gaze instantly locked onto this descendant on the jade platform, whose lineage he didn't know was from which generation.

In the past, he only vaguely remembered a mere demon lord prodigy.

But news came that Jinjiao might have the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon.

Even though he was in complete seclusion, he chose to emerge from it.

Seeing that twisted and deformed right arm, the charred and rolled-up back, and the unprecedented paleness and weakness on Jinjiao's face.

Ao Qing snorted coldly, his vertical pupils, colder than molten gold, suddenly contracted, and a violent rage spread out almost undisguisedly, causing the surrounding priests' chanting to pause.

Feng Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said in a deep voice.

"Senior, the Myriad Sources Blood Gathering and Life Tracing Array is operating at full capacity, and all the precious materials from the Imperial Palace have been used. In addition, with the suppression of my Nirvana True Flame, your life should be safe."

"But the power left behind by Jiang Taixuan is extremely strange. It is not pure fire poison or destructive power. It incorporates a kind of supreme desolate and barren artistic conception, and also contains an indescribable poison of creation. It not only hinders self-healing, but also slowly erodes the source."

"His right arm is completely shattered, his meridians severed, and the damage to his Daoist cultivation has penetrated deep into his bone marrow. A quick recovery is probably impossible..."

Ao Qing did not turn around; his voice was as cold as ancient ice.

"I'm afraid it's nothing?"

"Golden Horn possesses the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon. As long as he cultivates, he will surely achieve something. A single day's stagnation in cultivation will result in a significant difference in his future!"

"At all costs, restore the dragon vein and rebuild the dragon bones!"

"Doesn't your Phoenix Clan have a Nirvana Bathing Pool in its secret vault?"

"If that's still not enough, then go to the Imperial Palace and ask them to open the core blood pool!"

"……Yes."

Feng Yuan gritted his teeth inwardly. The Nirvana Bathing Pool was the foundation that the Phoenix Clan had accumulated over generations.

Only the most outstanding geniuses will enter the immersion when they are promoted to Demon Lord.

To comprehend the power of various great principles.

And this was achieved in just a few days, or even just a few hours.

Given Jinjiao's injuries, entering the Nirvana Bathing Pool would likely drain all the Dao energy within!

The fact that Ao Qing was willing to bring up a single sentence shows how protective he was of his own.

In the past, Ao Qing wouldn't have needed to respond to these words; the other demon lords of the Phoenix Clan would have stood up and angrily rebuked him.

Although Ao Qing is powerful, he is only at the late stage of the Demon Lord realm.

Their Phoenix Clan also has a Demon Lord!
Unfortunately……

This time, the Phoenix Clan owes the Dragon Clan a great debt because of their Ancestor, the Burning Heaven.

If it weren't for the great battle between Jiang Shu and Jin Jiao...

Even if Golden Horn is injured, they can say that Golden Horn's identity is unknown and he cannot be treated.

But now, the news has spread throughout the entire Demon Realm that the battle between the Golden Horned Demon Lord and Jiang Shu was evenly matched!

Such talent completely shocked the entire demon realm.

Immediately, public opinion surged.

If the Phoenix Clan doesn't do something, how will other clans view them? (End of Chapter)