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Chapter 433 The Ladder to Heaven (Please Subscribe)
The Ten Thousand Demon Banner was just like the divine power of the Barbarian Emperor's Qianyou Xuanming Divine Ability.

When unleashed, demonic flames surged to the heavens.

A demonic shadow, as large as the sky and as dark as the sun, appeared, turning an area of ​​nearly ten thousand miles into a demonic realm.

One after another, demonic shadows screamed and roared, their bodies twisting as they surged and attacked in all directions.

They occasionally reveal their true, ferocious nature.

Those onlookers who couldn't dodge in time might have initially been hoping to watch the show or wait for Chen Yi and Bai Chuanyang to both suffer heavy losses.

At this moment, they couldn't care less about staying; they wished they could flee thousands of miles away to save their lives.

But the Ten Thousand Demon Banner truly lived up to its reputation as an ancient demon crafted by a fierce monster.

They were given very little time to react; the Demon Realm unfolded like a giant array, trapping them within.

No matter whether they flee or which direction they run, they cannot escape this demonic land.

He was quickly entangled by a series of demonic shadows, and then his mind, skills, divine will, and even flesh and blood were devoured by the demonic shadows.

After those demonic shadows devoured powerful beings, they would use their corpses as vessels to stand swaying on this grassland.

A pair of fierce, bloodthirsty eyes glared at Chen Yi.

Even the monks on the other side, protected by Buddha statues, seemed to be about to be devoured by those demonic shadows.

Not to mention Alang, who lives on this grassland.

If it weren't for the protection of Chen Yi's divine incarnation, he would have already been devoured by that demonic shadow.

"Damn it! What the hell is this thing?!"

Ah Lang glared at the demonic shadow that had been shattered and reassembled by a single sword strike, cursing, "Yi-ge'er, they're unkillable."

Chen Yi glanced at him, twirled his Spring Rain Sword, and said calmly:
"This is the embodiment of demonic intent, a combination of malevolent energy, blood energy, and divine will. It is not a real physical entity, but rather the power of the Myriad Demon Banner."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Shirakawa Yang.

Take a closer look.

Then they saw that Shirakawa Yang's body was also stained blood red by the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, from head to toe, everything was red.

His hair, eyebrows, eyes, and even his body and the originally black robe he wore had turned blood red.

He could vaguely see the demonic flames flowing around Bai Chuanyang's body—like blood-red water, forming circles of varying sizes centered on his Tanzhong acupoint.

The Myriad Demon Banner, having just devoured a powerful being, has now completely changed its appearance.

It was no longer as tattered as before, but had become a long banner that was entirely red, crystal clear, and as smooth as jade.

Even the demonic shadows on the fluttering banner were drawn with lifelike blood-red lines edged with gold, swaying in the wind.

After taking a look, Chen Yi realized that Bai Chuanyang's strength had reached a terrifying level.

Even if he hasn't reached the ninth level of supernatural powers, he shouldn't be far off.

More importantly, Bai Chuanyang's cultivation level has visibly improved significantly, and he should have reached the Celestial Immortal realm.

Just like Chen Yi at this moment.

Shirakawa Yo held the Ten Thousand Demon Banner in one hand, his blood-red face possessing an unusual handsomeness, and looked at him with a cold smile:
"Azure Dragon Sword Immortal, you forced me to this!"

"Thanks to you, I was able to use this Myriad Demon Banner. And thanks to you, this Myriad Demon Banner has had a hearty meal, drinking the blood and flesh of many powerful beings!"

"To thank you, I will offer your soul and flesh as a sacrifice to it today!"

Chen Yi looked at him noncommittally, but his eyes swept over the corpses of the powerful beings controlled by the demonic shadows around him.

With his mental perception, he naturally knew the number of powerful beings who had died here.

No more, no less, a full 1,400.

If Bai Chuanyang hadn't used the Myriad Demon Banner so early, and if more powerful beings outside the grasslands hadn't arrived, there would likely be even more powerful beings dead by now.

Fortunately, some powerful individuals with sufficient cultivation and supernatural abilities were also trapped under the Myriad Demon Banner.

Although it was a struggle to hold on, it was able to relieve some of the pressure on Chen Yi at this moment.

"Old Demon Bai, you bastard, you piece of trash!"

"A powerful expert at the eighth level of the Divine Power Realm couldn't even kill the Azure Dragon Sword Immortal at the sixth level of the Divine Power Realm, and had to resort to the Myriad Demon Banner, a damned thing that hurts the enemy a thousand but also harms himself eight hundred, harming both himself and others!"

"You're such a waste!"

A powerful expert at the eighth level of supernatural abilities cursed as he fought off the demonic shadows.

Several other powerful individuals, equally formidable, gathered behind him, their expressions equally displeased.

They were clearly upset by this sudden scene.

Some powerful figures who came to watch the spectacle felt particularly aggrieved, as if they had been caught up in an undeserved disaster.

"Quickly put away the Myriad Demon Banner, or we will join forces with the Azure Dragon Sword Immortal to kill you today!"

"Old Demon Bai, you truly deserve to die!"

This person is quite powerful, reaching the eighth level of supernatural powers, and believes he can rival Shirakawa Yo, hence his very impolite tone.

With several powerful beings at the seventh and sixth levels of the Divine Realm protecting him, they continued to curse and swear from afar.

Upon hearing the voice, Shirakawa Yo looked straight ahead.

In an instant, countless demonic figures moved in unison within this demonic realm, charging towards them along with the thousand powerful beings they controlled.

Bai Chuanyang sneered, "You ants dare to challenge me? Why don't you enter my Ten Thousand Demon Banner and share in this grand event?"

"You deserve to die!"

"Damn it, you're serious?!"

The powerful being at the eighth level of the Divine Power realm had a slight change in expression. He didn't bother to reprimand them again and ordered the other powerful beings behind him to use their life-saving methods.

In an instant, arrays and magical artifacts shone brightly, attempting to resist the demonic shadows.

But for some reason, neither the protective array, nor the talismans, nor the supernatural powers and secret methods of Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism could stop those demonic shadows in the slightest.

Soon, the demonic shadows began to invade their area one after another.

No matter how they used their supernatural powers and divine will, these demonic shadows would reassemble after shattering and then launch another attack on them.

In just two or three breaths, two powerful beings at the fifth level of the Divine Realm died under the demonic shadow, and their corpses were then manipulated to join the ranks of those surrounding and killing them.

The monk on the other side frowned as he watched the scene unfold, chanting Amitabha Buddha repeatedly.

Although he was not Bai Chuanyang's target, being in this demonic realm would suppress his Buddhist merits, vows, and so on.

"Benefactor Bai Chuanyang, our priority today is to kill the peerless genius, Azure Dragon Sword Immortal."

"Hehe, of course."

Bai Chuanyang glanced at him indifferently, then his gaze fell on Chen Yi, his blood-red eyes revealing a murderous intent.

"I will kill him today!"

Seeing this situation, Chen Yi naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his death.

With his mental perception and the system prompts provided by the [Mask of Deception], he realized that the Myriad Demon Banner was the key point.

The other demonic shadows are merely illusions; no matter how many times they are killed, they cannot break through this demonic realm.

However, this was naturally no problem for him. The only troublesome thing was Ah Lang, his companion from Xunwangtian.

Think for a moment.

Chen Yi glanced at the battlefield of the demon realm, then flashed to Alang and his avatar's side.

When Ah Lang saw him appear, he couldn't help but ask, "Yi-ge'er, what do we do now?"

"That old demon Bai has gone mad. If you and I can't escape, we'll probably die here."

At this time, Ah Lang would naturally not be arrogant, nor did he think that he could withstand the divine will of a powerful being at the eighth level of supernatural powers with his physical body after being tempered by various extreme environments.

Even if he were to reach the sixth or seventh level of the Divine Power Realm, let alone the current strength of only the fourth level, it would be difficult to guarantee that he wouldn't die at Bai Chuanyang's hands.

Chen Yi didn't linger upon hearing this. "I'll take you away from here first." "Hmm?"

Alang was stunned, staring at him in astonishment: "You, you can get out?"

Chen Yi replied "Of course," and then directly pulled him away, fleeing thousands of miles away, straight out of that demonic realm.

[At forty-six years old, having already reached the peak of the Celestial Realm, you were suppressed by the divine power of the Myriad Demon Banner, your mind was affected and has been devoured. Reward: 100 Counterattack Points.]

[Since your comeback mission is not yet complete, the comeback points you gained will be converted into cultivation points.]

Chen Yi glanced at it and said calmly, "Wait here for a moment, I'll be right back."

"..."

Alang glanced at the boundless grassland surrounding him, then at the group of powerful figures watching from afar outside the Demon Realm, and at the astonished Bai Chuanyang and the monk within the Demon Realm shrouded in dark clouds. He couldn't help but blurt out:

"Yi-ge'er, you can come out now, why go back?"

He had assumed that Chen Yi was also trapped under the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, but now he realized that he had been naive.

It turns out that the terrifyingly powerful Ten Thousand Demon Banner couldn't stop or trap Chen Yi at all.

This fact clearly shocked more than just Alang.

The first to be affected was Shirakawa Yang, whose life essence had been almost entirely devoured by the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.

Seeing Chen Yi break through that demonic realm, he was almost driven to despair by shock. He stared in disbelief at the Myriad Demon Banner in his hand, then at Chen Yi outside the demonic realm, and roared in a mixture of shock and rage:

"Azure Dragon Sword Immortal, what kind of monster are you?!"

"This is an acquired spiritual treasure personally crafted by an ancient demon, possessing immense power and terror. You, you, you... why are you not restricted?"

He couldn't help but be angry and alarmed, as this attack had consumed too much of his essence, cultivation, and spiritual power.

If he cannot kill Chen Yi with this, then once the power of the Myriad Demon Banner fades, his own cultivation and supernatural abilities will decline, leaving him weak.

But who could have imagined that Chen Yi would be unaffected by the Ten Thousand Demon Banner?

Even the monks were amazed, "Azure Dragon Sword Immortal, hehe, what an Azure Dragon Sword Immortal! No wonder, no wonder..."

"No wonder even the people of the Pure Land of Bliss value you; you truly have exceptional qualities."

The ability to easily slip through the Ten Thousand Demon Banner is something not everyone can do.

Didn't you see that even that powerful expert at the eighth level of supernatural abilities is still trapped?
Even now, he is on the verge of dying under the siege of numerous demonic shadows.

Ignoring Bai Chuanyang and the others' shouts and curses, Chen Yi patted Alang's shoulder, signaling him to follow the avatar and not wander off, and then flashed back into the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.

When Ah Lang saw him appear in the Demon Realm, he opened his mouth, his expression becoming extremely strange.

He never expected Chen Yi to go back.

However, after calming down and thinking about it, I didn't feel there was anything wrong with it.

After all, Chen Yi can freely enter and exit the Demon Realm of the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, so it's not impossible for him to go in and try to kill the monk and the White Demon.

If we can kill him, everything will be fine.

If not, Chen Yi can also get away quickly, so he won't suffer any losses either way.

Just as Ah Lang was thinking about these things, he suddenly saw a flash of light in front of him, and a white staircase descending from top to bottom appeared.

The steps were as clear and lustrous as jade, yet somewhat blurry, as if surrounded by a layer of misty fog, radiating a faint golden glow.

"This is……"

Before Alang could ask any questions, he looked up and saw that on the long staircase stood Daoist Zhao Muzi of Xunwangtian.

He stood on the upper steps, looking at Ah Lang from afar, with Qing Feng, the Eighth Prince, and others beside him.

Seeing him standing there in a daze, Qingfeng couldn't help but say, "Ah Lang, what are you still standing there for? Come here quickly."

"But Yi-ge'er..."

"It's alright. Young friend Chen Yi has his own ideas. It's not too late to pick him up after he's finished there."

Master Zhao Tianhe said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Alang, please come up first. Please wait a moment, there's no rush."

Upon hearing this, Ah Lang glanced at where Chen Yi was, hesitated, then stepped onto the long staircase, where he was led away by Daoist Zhao Muzi.

Brother Yi, it's not that I'm being unfair, it's just that I can't refuse your kind invitation.

The many powerful figures on the grassland were stunned by what they saw.

Those powerful figures who had just arrived from within the realm, intending to ambush and kill Chen Yi, couldn't help but curse inwardly.

They originally wanted to take advantage of the battle between Chen Yi and Bai Chuanyang to get something for nothing, but now what's the point?

"Why did he have to come out at this time of year? That Taoist priest Zhao is really..."

"Silence!"

"Can't you see that Master Zhao is watching this place? If you want to die, don't drag us brothers down with you!"

"Hmph, what an idiot, he's courting death."

"Since Master Zhao has taken action, how dare you criticize him? You probably don't understand his abilities, do you?"

"Ha ha……"

Amid the murmurs of the crowd.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yi's divine avatar, who was standing on the outside, smiled slightly and waved to Zhao Muzi and the others from afar.

"Please wait a moment, seniors."

"Fellow Daoist, please make yourself at home. I will use this Heavenly Ladder to guide you here later."

"it is good."

Chen Yi, who was inside the Demon Realm, naturally saw the Heavenly Ladder. With a thought, he dispelled the divine incarnations outside and focused his gaze on Bai Chuanyang and the monk.

At the same time, the Spring Rain Sword flew out of his hand, like a streak of light weaving back and forth beside him.

"Old Demon Bai, Monk, I must thank you both for bringing men to intercept and kill me today."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid it would be a long time before I can make further progress in my swordsmanship."

"Huh? You..."

Both Shirakawa Yo and the monk's expressions changed slightly upon hearing his words.

"Your swordsmanship..."

"promote!?"

Chen Yi looked at the two calmly without answering.

At this moment, he was surrounded by the flowing light of the Spring Rain Sword, and he stood tall in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, patches of silvery-white clouds, like mist and water, or like jade powder, surged from his body.

His figure gradually disappeared, shrouded in mist and clouds.

At the same time, the white tiger in the sky seemed to have sensed something and let out a tiger roar.

"Roar--"

Then his figure began to hover and circle above the three stars of Po Jun, Tan Lang, and Qi Sha below.

It is not a circle, but rather a swastika shape. When the speed is fast, it resembles two black and white circles encircling each other, like the yin and yang symbol.

The next moment, a silver beam of light suddenly descended from the white tiger's divine will in the sky.

A beam of light, thousands of feet wide and long, fell directly around Chen Yi, replacing the original silver mist surrounding him.

In an instant, a fierce and domineering killing intent swept out in all directions.

"Today, I will step into the seventh realm of swordsmanship!"

"Let's see if I can shatter your Ten Thousand Demon Banner with a single sword strike!"

(End of this chapter)