Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 591 Corpse Array Locks the Netherworld, Slaying Demon Bones; Blood Banner Reflects Shadows, Slaying the Evil Dragon (Seeking Rewards and Subscriptions!)

The peace and tranquility of the Bodhi grove have vanished.

Wugu Canhong's bloodshot eyes were boiling, his boundless hatred almost solidified, and the Myriad Spirits Blood Prison Technique had been activated to its limit.

Countless twisted vengeful spirits and viscous, filthy essence blood converged into more than a dozen ferocious blood-red chains, containing suffocating blood evil laws. Like more than a dozen demonic dragons from the underworld, they tore through space, stirring up a bloody storm, and rushed straight towards Zen Master Xiaoyue, who was sitting cross-legged under the Bodhi tree.

"You wicked child, cease your insolence!"

A clear, cold shout, carrying a chilling aura, instantly froze the intense heat of the Blood Prison space, like a freezing spring.

A long, jet-black rope silently broke through the Blood Prison's seal, striking with pinpoint accuracy the thickest blood soul chains binding Zen Master Xiaoyue, like a bolt of lightning from the netherworld.

hum!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a deep, chilling hum!
The blood-soul chains, brimming with resentment, malevolence, and bloodlust, seemed to have met their nemesis when the long, dark rope was pulled. Instantly, their spiritual light dissipated, and the vengeful spirits wailed as they crumbled.

A figure appeared in front of Zen Master Xiaoyue. It was none other than Daoist Minghe of the Taiqing Sect. He had a thin face, but his eyes were sharp as lightning. On his elbow was a strangely shaped long rope that emitted a deep, dark light and seemed to be able to freeze time and space.

Today, Daoist Minghe was still dressed in a simple Daoist robe, but his temperament had changed drastically. He was no longer the gentle and peaceful Daoist of the past, but was shrouded in a layer of lingering dark and cold aura. When his eyes opened and closed, it seemed that countless soul shadows were floating and sinking.

However, Wugu Can and Minghe Daojun had not met often. Although they had seen each other and even fought, Wugu Can only felt that Minghe was a little strange today, but he did not find the key to the problem.

"Who do we have here? It's Fellow Daoist Minghe from the Five Elders of Taiqing... Among the Five Elders of Taiqing, Mingque is sharp-sworded, Xuanzhen is ruthless, and Xuanqing excels in the big picture. You and Tongzhen are the most useless. How dare you block my way here today!?"

Although Wugu Can and Wugu Tu were eager for revenge, they were even more eager to severely damage the Western Buddhist Sect and prevent their tribe from crossing the border to the Buddhist Kingdom.

However, neither of them came here to die intentionally. They had waited for the right moment to confirm that the Mahayana cultivators of the Taiqing Sect and the Xiji Zen Temple were unable to spare any time due to various matters.

Of course, not everyone's exact location is certain, but this is currently the best opportunity the Chi Demon Clan can find them:
It can at least be confirmed that the Vajra and Prajna Kings of Xiji Zen Temple are currently giving public sermons in the Xiji Buddhist Kingdom, and it is unlikely that they can fly there in a short time.

Mingque and Xuanzhen each had important tasks to attend to. Although the specific whereabouts of several people were still uncertain, the risk was worth taking.

If he hadn't made a move, so be it; but now that Wugu Can had, he would never retreat easily. So what if he was fighting two against one?
Throughout their lives, cultivators of the Chi Demon Clan will inevitably encounter many situations far more tragic and dangerous than this.

Despite encountering numerous dangers, Wugucan felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, his fighting spirit grew even stronger!

The nine-ringed staff that Zen Master Xiaoyue was standing beside suddenly flew up and transformed into a golden dragon, roaring and howling as it pounced on Wugu Can, protecting the Dharma and upholding the Way.

Lord Minghe summoned the Golden Water Flying Sword, its light dazzling as it darted and swam like a fish, each rotation rapidly stirring up a vast and surging surge of primordial energy.

When the sword light reached its peak, it was as if it were lifting a mountain and smashing it down on Wugu Can's head.

"Good day, boom!"

Wugu Can let out a non-human roar, and the swirling blood mist around him suddenly solidified, transforming into hundreds of fine, hair-like blood needles containing a deadly poison that corroded the soul. These needles shot towards Minghe Daojun like a rain of pear blossoms.

At the same time, his left arm suddenly swelled up, his muscles bulged, and his skin cracked inch by inch, revealing the boiling, magma-like demonic blood beneath. His skeleton, however, was made of metal. In the end, it condensed into a blood-red, sky-covering "earth-covering demonic claw," carrying a massive magical power that disrupted and shook the laws of a space, and slammed it hard against the barrier formed by the several protective magic treasures that Zen Master Xiaoyue had offered up.

This is a mutually destructive fighting style. The demonic treasure in Wugu Can's left arm is a secret technique of the Chi Demon Clan to nurture demonic treasures with their own demonic bodies. When used, it can not only unleash the power of the demonic treasure, but also burn blood essence to endure the backlash in exchange for a short-term surge in their own magical power.

The only drawback is that Wugu Can's normal physical body only has four limbs, and he cannot possibly infuse all four limbs with demonic treasures, as his life essence is ultimately unable to bear the burden.

Ding ding ding ding…

The Blood-Eating Needles are extremely insidious, existing between tangible and intangible, and can penetrate anywhere. Daoist Minghe dared not let these vicious needles get close to him, so he immediately used the Golden Water Sword to cut them off to protect himself, while simultaneously using a teleportation technique to retreat.

At the same time, due to the sudden surge in Wugu Can's magical power, the chains of the Myriad Spirits Blood Prison strangled like evil dragons, causing the Buddhist light around Zen Master Xiaoyue to crumble inch by inch.

The golden dragon phantom formed by the Nine-Ringed Zen Staff was pierced by the three Blood Prison Chains, and the staff itself flew back with a mournful cry, its spiritual essence damaged.

Zen Master Xiaoyue sat motionless under the Bodhi tree, his hands clasped together and his mouth chanting mantras. Golden light shone from his body, and countless golden swastika characters spun out, forming a thick "Vajra Bodhi Dharma Wall".

At the same time, the string of warm and smooth Bodhi prayer beads in his hand automatically flew up, and the 108 beads transformed into 108 Vajra Arhat phantoms of different forms, some glaring and some compassionate, holding magic weapons to meet the blood-red demonic claws that Wugu Can slammed down.

One side radiates Buddhist light, and chants resound through the heavens; the other side is shrouded in blood-red light, enveloping the boundless.

The result of the clash was a clear "crack!" sound of shattering.
The illusory images of the 108 Vajra Arhats were also shaken by the aftershocks of the powerful blood claw, causing them to flicker unpredictably.

In the battle between Buddha and demon, the stronger party will ultimately prevail.

Zen Master Xiaoyue's face turned pale, and a trace of pale golden Buddhist blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The golden light and radiance around him dimmed considerably in an instant.

Wugu Can, pressing his advantage relentlessly, disregarded his own body, which was almost smoking from the scorching Buddha light. His other intact demonic claw, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the void, spread its five fingers and was wrapped in viscous, tangible blood-red demonic flames, and fiercely grabbed at Xiaoyue Zen Master's crown!

"Bald monk! Surrender your life to appease the countless wronged souls of my demon Chi!" Wugu Can roared, his voice shaking the surrounding wilderness. Bodhi leaves fell in a rustling sound, and the chanting of Buddhist hymns was completely drowned out.

Before the claws even arrived, the ferocious blood energy, powerful enough to melt the primordial spirit and defile the golden body, had already caused the Buddhist light surrounding Zen Master Xiaoyue to flicker violently, like a candle in the wind.

The Zen master's expression was solemn. He exerted all his energy to activate his Buddhist power, and the golden light around him surged again, forming a light shield as thin as a cicada's wing, but it was already in grave danger.

Even if they manage to block this attack, what then? The Chi Demon Clan's Mahayana cultivators practice both physical and magical cultivation. In the course of their battle, being forced into such close combat by the opponent is already a dangerous situation!

At this critical moment—"Nine Corpses Lock the Netherworld, Suppress."

A clear shout, like a sudden burst of icy spring water from the heavens, carried a chilling aura and resounded across the battlefield.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared like a ghost, encircling the arm and claws of Wugu Can as it swung down. It was none other than Minghe Daojun of the Taiqing Sect, who had once again unleashed the Xuan Yin Rope.

This rope is neither gold nor jade, and it is icy cold to the touch. It is naturally engraved with extremely complex and mysterious runes. Upon closer inspection, it seems as if countless twisted corpses and roaring demonic shadows are sealed inside, faintly revealing a suppressive power that makes even Mahayana cultivators tremble.

Minghe Daojun's magical power surged wildly, and the Xuan Yin Demon-Suppressing Corpse-Suppressing Rope instantly shone brightly. This prevented Wugu Can from swinging his claw, which was determined to succeed. There was no earth-shattering roar, only a tooth-grinding "hissing" sound of dissolving.

This is a fierce collision between the mysterious Yin energy and the blood prison's malevolent energy.

One is the extreme yin and cold originating from the depths of the netherworld, specifically designed to destroy the living spirit and soul; the other is the extreme evil and wickedness that gathers the resentment and bloodlust of all living beings. When the two meet, it's like pouring cold water into boiling oil.

Where the Xuan Yin magic passed, the extremely evil, wicked, filthy, and vile blood demon magic was like rotten wood thrown into strong acid, quickly turning gray, drying up, and dissipating.

At this moment, Wugu Can finally realized something was wrong:
"This is the Corpse-Suppressing Rope? How could the Taiqing Sect possess such a divine object with such magical power?" Wugu Can's pupils suddenly dilated and then contracted, filled with utter shock.

The Chi Demon Clan originally possessed the Blood River Banner, a tenth-tier spiritual treasure. How could he not know the power that such a magical treasure could unleash once activated?

Upon hearing this, Daoist Minghe sneered: "You remnants of the Chi Demon, how could you know the true power of my Taiqing Sect? Today, I will show you the true might of the Xuan Yin Demon-Suppressing Corpse-Suppressing Rope. Where are the Nine Corpses? Unite and Return to Origin!"

Before the words were finished, nine pitch-black rifts suddenly appeared in the void around the mutilated body of Wugu, which was caught by the Corpse-Suppressing Rope.

Immediately afterwards, nine streams of terrifying corpse energy, enough to terrify even Wugu Can and Zen Master Xiaoyue, soared into the sky.

A chilling wind howled, and ghosts wailed. Nine corpses, each with a different form and an aura reaching the Mahayana level, pierced through the void and descended upon the battlefield.

These nine refined corpses were carefully selected and refined by Daoist Minghe at great cost from the Tongming Corpse Cave of the Shangqing Sect, which is said to have buried countless ancient corpses.

There were corpse generals clad in ancient bronze armor and wielding giant halberds; there were ethereal corpse demons with hook-like fingers; there were corpse fiends bloated like small mountains; and there were corpse monsters covered in runes and gleaming metal. Each one exuded an intense, overwhelming aura of death, resentment, and ferocity. They were once flying yakshas, ​​or even the remains of fallen powerful beings, now refined through secret techniques, becoming the most terrifying weapons in the hands of Daoist Minghe.

What's even more chilling is that on the foreheads, hearts, or spines of these nine corpses, there is a dense, twisting, and roaring black shadow—nine extraterrestrial demons who were forcibly brought here and refined into the corpses using secret methods.

These demons, whether they are inner demons, evil demons, or a collection of wicked thoughts, are forcibly fused and coexisted with the corpse-refining method secretly passed down by the Shangqing Sect.

The demon provides the corpse refiner with a continuous stream of ferocious demonic energy and cunning spirituality, while the corpse refiner provides the demon with a powerful material carrier and protection. The combination of the two amplifies its power several times over, unleashing its terrifying ferocity.

"Nine Netherworld Profound Fiend Corpse Demon Formation, activate!"

With a swift motion, the Xuan Yin Demon-Suppressing Corpse-Suppressing Rope in Minghe Daojun's hand left a deep, dark trail of light imprinted on the void.

The nine corpses, fused with the demon lord, seemed to receive a supreme command, instantly taking their positions according to profound principles, their corpse energy, demonic energy, and the sealing power of the Xuan Yin Rope intertwined.

A massive array covering an area of ​​a hundred miles instantly took shape, with Daoist Minghe holding a pseudo-immortal artifact at its core.

Within the grand formation, the corpse energy churned like an inky sea, and demonic shadows loomed like ghostly realms. Nine pairs of empty or scarlet corpse eyes, and nine greedy, bloodthirsty demonic thoughts, were locked onto Wugu Can within the formation.

The eerie light of the Xuan Yin Rope suppressed all the restlessness within the formation, and also greatly suppressed Wu Gu Can's magical power and spiritual perception.

The formation inherently contains the art of teleportation. Just as Daoist Minghe withdrew the Xuan Yin Rope, Wugu Can was already teleported to the center of the formation, far away from Zen Master Xiaoyue.

"Hmph, a mere corpse array, you think you can trap and kill me? These nine refined corpses of yours all came from the Shangqing Sect, right? Even the Shangqing Sect would never have nine Mahayana refined corpses. You used some secret method to combine their corpse energy into one and forcibly created this array. It's all show and no substance!" Wugu Can was shocked and furious, but his ferocity was also fully unleashed.

His body was filled with surging demonic energy, forcibly breaking through the suppression of some of the profound yin energy. He formed an ancient demonic seal with his hands, and a towering phantom of the Chi Demon appeared behind him, holding a giant axe, stirring up the blood-red clouds in the sky, and with a destructive aura like the creation of the world, he fiercely cleaved towards the Corpse Demon Formation.

This strike contained the raging power of his peak magical strength, unleashing his full potential; it was a desperate, furious attack.

Wherever the blood-red light passed, space shattered inch by inch, and even the laws of heaven and earth outside the corpse array groaned under the unbearable burden.

“That’s right. They are essentially just nine corpses at the Integration Realm. Only through the combined power of the Corpse Demon can they reach their current level of cultivation. Once the formation is broken, they will immediately revert to their original forms. However, the consumption of magical power will also be greatly reduced. Fellow Daoist, you don’t need to pin your hopes on my lack of spiritual power.” Daoist Minghe showed no fear. He wielded the Xuan Yin Rope as if it were his own arm, and suddenly shook it.

The greatest advantage of setting up this formation with corpses refined at the Integration Realm is that the amount of Yin Virtue required to drive them is greatly reduced. Otherwise, Daoist Minghe might not have been willing to set up this formation today.

The nine corpse demons roared simultaneously, their phantom demonic heads swelling and howling as they poured more ferocious demonic energy into the corpses.

Nine jet-black beams of light, imbued with the energy of corpses, demons, and profound yin, shot out from nine directions. They did not strike the giant axe directly, but rather with unparalleled precision at the points where the axe's power would be weakest.

Boom——

This time, it was a deafening, devastating roar!

A violent energy storm exploded within the Corpse Demon Formation, with the pitch-black Corpse Demon aura, the scarlet Chi Demon blood light, and the eerie Xuan Yin Nether Light intertwining, tearing, and annihilating each other wildly.

The great formation shook violently, its diagrams flickering. The armor on the nine refined corpses shattered, their corpse energy surging, and the demons they were attached to let out painful screams. However, at the core of the great formation, Daoist Minghe remained as steady as a rock.

The Xuan Yin Demon-Suppressing Corpse-Suppressing Rope acted like a stabilizing needle, its powerful sealing force spreading out to forcibly stabilize the crumbling formation.

"Hmph. You can block it once, but can you block it ten or a hundred times?" Wugu Can's eyes flashed even more fiercely, and he was about to unleash an even stronger demonic power.

"Ten times, a hundred times? You don't have that chance." Minghe Daojun's eyes flashed with cold light, his killing intent palpable.
"Nine Demons return to their origin, Xuan Yin suppresses the soul, by decree!"

As he finished speaking, the Xuan Yin Demon-Suppressing Corpse-Suppressing Rope in his hand suddenly snapped and lashed out at the void, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

The demons within those nine corpses seemed to be ignited with their final madness the moment the binding runes flashed.

They emitted piercing screams beyond their limits, recklessly detonating their own primordial demonic energy and pouring it into the refining corpse.

The nine corpses suddenly swelled, countless purplish-black demonic patterns appearing on their surfaces, and their aura instantly surged to a terrifying level. Their strength, speed, and ferocity were forcibly amplified to the extreme.

At the same time, the Xuan Yin Demon-Suppressing Corpse-Suppressing Rope emitted an unprecedented dark radiance. The countless runes on the rope flowed ceaselessly like a living Styx, and a terrifying sealing power, capable of freezing time and space and suppressing all spirits, suddenly descended. The nine corpses moved in unison, no longer launching ranged attacks, but like nine death stars burning with demonic flames, they pounced from nine directions with a tragic, suicidal aura towards Wugu Can in the formation. Claws tore through the sky, giant fists shook the earth, and demonic flames scorched the air. The sealing power of the Xuan Yin Rope acted like invisible shackles, causing Wugu Can to feel his magical power sluggish, his primordial spirit trapped in quagmire, and his movements slowed by even a fraction.

"Chi Demon True Form, Blood Prison Undying Body!" Wugu Can felt a fatal threat and frantically burned his essence blood, trying to manifest his strongest demonic body to resist.

However, it was too late.

With a soft thud, the bronze halberd of the first corpse general, carrying destructive corpse energy, pierced through his hastily formed protective demonic aura.

With a snap, the second corpse demon's massive golden claw tore through his chest armor.

Boom! The third, swollen, giant fist of the corpse demon slammed into his head.

Then came the fourth, the fifth… and the ninth. The nine corpses and nine demons, like nine torrents of death tearing through the sky, completely engulfed Wugu Can.

The Xuan Yin Demon-Suppressing Corpse-Suppressing Rope followed closely, coiling around the body like a serpent and tightly binding Wu Gu's broken and mangled demonic body.

The Soul-Suppressing Runes on the rope lit up, frantically eroding and suppressing his primordial spirit, which was trying to escape.

"Ah—!!" A shrill, desperate scream filled with endless resentment and unwillingness echoed through the sky, but then abruptly stopped.

Boom...

The combined power of the Nine Corpses and Nine Demons, the sealing power of the Mysterious Yin Rope, and Wugu Can's own dying demonic energy exploded in the confined space.

A massive mushroom cloud of energy, a mixture of scarlet, pitch black, and eerie green, rose from the center of the Corpse Demon Array. The terrifying shockwave slammed into the array's light barrier, stabilized by the Xuan Yin Rope, creating violent ripples, but ultimately failed to break through.

As the energy storm slowly dissipated, only a desolate wasteland remained within the Corpse Demon Array.

Wugu Can's incomparably powerful Mahayana demonic body, along with his primordial spirit filled with resentment, had been completely reduced to dust by the combined attack of the Nine Corpses and Nine Demons and the ultimate sealing of the Xuan Yin Rope. Not even a trace of his remnant soul could escape.

The nine corpses were badly damaged, their corpse energy weakened, and the demons they were attached to were extremely weak. Two of the demonic figures had even completely dissipated in the sacrificial eruption just now, but their mission had been completed.

Minghe Daojun's face was slightly pale, and his aura was somewhat unstable. Clearly, controlling such a ferocious formation, especially the final, self-destructive attack of the demon, had placed a tremendous burden on him. However, he held the Xuan Yin Rope, standing in mid-air, coldly watching the spot where Wugu Can had disappeared.
"Chimo Grand Elder Wugu Can? This fiend will be eliminated today!"

This scene unfolded in the blink of an eye. From Wugu Can's surprise attack to Minghe Daojun's appearance, offering of treasures, setting up formations, and joint attack to kill the enemy, it all happened in just a few dozen breaths.

A powerful and fearsome elder of the Chi Demon Clan, who had dominated the Immortal Realm for millennia, was utterly destroyed, body and soul.

The terrifying power of the Xuan Yin Demon-Suppressing Corpse-Suppressing Rope, combined with the Shangqing Secret Corpse Demon Harmony Formation, was enough to awe the world when it was first revealed to the public!

...

Almost at the same instant that Wugu Can fell, a deafening roar erupted from another battlefield!

"Lianshan bald monk. Today, I will make you, this 'holy monk' of Buddhism, be buried with my Chimo lad!"

Wugu Tu, the only remaining towering elder of the Chi Demon Clan, disregarded his status and recklessly set his sights on the weakened Master Lianshan.

Wugu Tu certainly hated Lu Cheng, the leader of the Taiqing Sect, even more, but he was also very clear that the threat that the Taiqing Sect posed to the Chimo Clan was far less than that of the bald monks of the Western Great Zen Temple.

Taiqing Sect is a prestigious and orthodox sect with many concerns. As long as he goes to another region in the future, the Chimo clan will bow down and admit defeat. A major orthodox sect like Taiqing Sect will only suppress and exploit them, and usually will not really take action to exterminate them. Although Wugu Tu does not understand this concern of "the way of heaven values ​​life", it does not prevent him from taking advantage of it.

In contrast, the actions of the Western Buddhist sect were tantamount to severing the foundation, destroying destiny, and annihilating the clan. From this perspective, it was only natural that he would do everything in his power to kill Master Lianshan.

Killing the opponent would not only damage the vitality of the Western Buddhist Sect, but could also cause discord between the Western Buddhist Sect and the Taiqing Sect.

With hatred in his heart, Wugu Tu attacked with all his might, making him even more terrifying than Wugu Can.

His body was enveloped in soaring demonic flames. He didn't use any magic weapons at all. When he struck out with his palm, it was not a simple demonic technique, but a seal of law that condensed the fruits of his life's cultivation: the Seal of Annihilation!
A colossal, blood-red palm print, obscuring the sky, materialized out of thin air. Its lines resembled a flowing river of blood, and within its palm was a world-ending scene of mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and the wailing of countless souls.

The blood seal locked onto Master Lianshan, and with pure destructive intent, it crashed down.

Wherever it passed, space collapsed, Buddhist lands turned red, and the dense aura of death caused cultivators within tens of thousands of miles who sensed or watched to feel a stinging pain in their souls, and some were even directly led into the demonic path!
This seal contained the supreme demonic power of the peak of the mid-stage Mahayana realm, and poured out the boundless hatred of a Chi Demon giant!

Master Lianshan, severely injured and powerless, who might not even be able to defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator, was like a withered leaf in a storm when faced with this seal, with absolutely no chance of survival.

"Amitabha!" Master Lianshan's face was compassionate and peaceful. Facing the impending doom, he showed no fear whatsoever. He simply lowered his eyes, clasped his hands together, and the dim Buddhist light around him tried his best to create a small pure land, as if he were calmly welcoming the end of his life.

However, a figure was faster than his clasped hands!

“Wugu Tu, your end is today. I, Lu, am here, how dare you be so presumptuous.”

A clear shout, like a thunderclap from the heavens, and a golden rainbow of light arrived first, instantly blocking the gap between Master Lianshan and the world-destroying blood seal.

It was none other than the head of the Taiqing Sect, Daoist Lu Cheng.

"You want to die together? Then come along!"

The Annihilation Seal, which Wugu Tu unleashed with all his divine sense and magical power, not only did not slow down in the slightest, but was instead unleashed with even greater force.

Regarding the outcome of this battle, Wugu Tu's bottom line was that he could preserve his last breath and flee to another region. This outcome would be the best for both himself and his tribe.

Therefore, his Annihilation Seal attack was entirely the culmination of his cultivation, without relying on any magical treasures or external forces. At their level of cultivation, there were few magical treasures and talismans in the Earthly Immortal Realm that could perfectly break and amplify them, so Wugu Tu simply abandoned them and made his attack even more fierce and pure!

Faced with this overwhelming and hopeless attack, Lu Cheng did not summon his usual Five Elements and Blood Sea swords below him. Instead, he pointed his right hand with fingers like a sword and pointed at the world-destroying blood seal from afar.

hum!
A single, exquisitely condensed, dark red dot of light, seemingly containing the weight of an entire world, shot out from his fingertip.

The point of light swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a fluttering banner that seemed to be forged from an endless sea of ​​blood and the bones of countless living beings.

Above the banner, waves of blood surged, life and death cycled, and countless blood-red law runes moved like living things, exuding a ferocious, greedy and predatory aura that made one's soul tremble!

The Blood River Banner, a tenth-tier pseudo-immortal artifact!

"Blood River Banner!? Hahahaha." Wugu Tu was stunned for a moment, then let out a wild and deafening laugh, filled with extreme mockery and resentment.

"Young Lu Cheng, how dare you use my clan's most treasured artifact to oppose me? What a ridiculous joke! This treasure possesses a spirit; how could it possibly devour its master? You are only bringing shame upon yourself and courting death. Kneel down before me!"

Wugu Tu laughed wildly, his eyes bloodshot, and an ancient blood-red mark between his brows, connected to the origin of his soul and belonging to the core of the Blood River Banner, suddenly lit up.

This is a connection he has cultivated over ten thousand years with the Blood River Banner, a connection that has long been ingrained in his very bones.

He frantically activated this connection, attempting to forcefully counter Lu Cheng through the remaining Chi Demon imprint and the will of the flag spirit within the Blood River Flag, and even to make the Blood River Flag turn against its master.

In Wugu Tu's view, Lu Cheng's actions were tantamount to holding the divine sword upside down, handing it over to someone else. He could even foresee the wonderful scene of Lu Cheng being severely injured by the backlash of his own magic weapon and the Blood River Banner turning against him.

However, in the next instant, Wugu Tu's maniacal laughter froze. As if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, only incredulous horror remained.

The Blood River Banner, which was fluttering in the wind, only trembled slightly when it sensed the impact of Wugu Tu's will, and the surging blood waves on the banner seemed to slow down for a moment.

But then, the spirit of the Blood River Banner let out a hum that sounded both painful and liberating, and the blood-red runes on the banner suddenly shone with an unprecedentedly brilliant blood light.

The surging waves of blood were no longer a chaotic riot, but transformed into blood-red dragons that possessed sentience and obeyed commands!
With a ferocious face and a deafening roar, accompanied by a nauseating stench of blood, a blood dragon, like a dragon emerging from the water, dragged its winding, blood-stained, reddish-brown body, carrying a massive amount of blood, and rushed forward!

Lu Cheng remained calm, seemingly having anticipated this, and uttered a clear rebuke:

"Blood River Banner Spirit, heed my command! Blood waves surge to the heavens, devouring their master and turning against us! Go!"

"Hula la-!"

The Blood River Flag swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a blood-red curtain that blotted out the sky.

A monstrous wave of blood, even more turbulent, more refined, and more imbued with the true meaning of the Great Dao than when Wugu Tu unleashed it, roared out from the banner.

This wave of blood was no longer simply destructive; it carried a terrifying power of law that devoured all living beings and plundered all life force!
Wugu Tu's proud "Extinction Seal," into which he had poured his life's cultivation, crashed into the raging torrent of blood, only to vanish like a clay ox entering the sea.

The blood waves surged, and the world-destroying laws they contained were forcibly torn apart, devoured, and assimilated by the blood river's "plundering" laws.

The reflected scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood ironically became nourishment for the blood river. The world-destroying blood seal shrank and faded at a visible speed, eventually dissolving completely into the surging blood waves.

And that's not all!

The blood wave that had devoured the blood seal grew even more powerful, carrying Lu Cheng's cold and resolute killing intent. Its momentum remained undiminished, like a world-destroying torrent, slamming down towards Wugu Tu himself.

Before the blood wave even arrived, the terrifying power of the law that strips away life force, plunders magic power, and erodes the primordial spirit had already descended!
"Blood Nightmare, what are you doing? Kill him for me, and I'll give you 500,000, no, 1 million in blood offerings!"

This sudden and deadly backlash from their own clan's most precious treasure instantly affected Wugu Tu's mental state.

For a moment, all he could see was the terrifying wave of blood that surged back, as if it would devour him and the entire Chi Demon Clan's past and future.

"Is fate decreed to annihilate my clan's destiny?"

"No, even if it is fate, I will defy destiny and carve out a new world for my people. Pfft—" Severely injured by the mental fluctuations, Wugu Tu suddenly spat out a mouthful of purplish-black demonic blood containing his life essence, which flowed into the torrent of magic power as he forcefully gathered his mind to deal with this attack.

However, when masters clash, life and death are decided in an instant.

Just as Wugu Tu's mind collapsed and his demonic energy dissipated, a clear and melodious light, as brilliant as a dragon's roar and as dazzling as a galaxy, suddenly shone from Lu Cheng's sleeve, disregarding the distance in space.

Sword light!

Only a single sword light!
Yet it seemed to embody all the sharpness, all the destruction, and all the transcendence of heaven and earth. It was like the first ray of dawn piercing through the eternal night, or like penetrating the boundaries of time and space!
Five Elements Celestial Escape Flying Sword, Golden Rainbow Breaking Illusion Sword Technique, Golden Rainbow Piercing the Sun! Samadhi True Fire! The Great Dao of Innate Power!

Using the Profound Sword, a divine power of the Nascent Soul Realm, as an auxiliary, the Samadhi True Fire, a divine power of the Golden Core Realm, as a combination, and the Golden Rainbow Piercing the Sun, a divine power of the Body Integration Realm, under the command of the Great Dao of Innate Power, several ultimate powers are perfectly integrated in this sword.

Where the sword light passed, the shattered void was forcibly smoothed out, leaving behind an indelible sword mark! There was no earth-shattering momentum, only a sharp sword intent that severed cause and effect and annihilated all demons.

"The Dao Sword vanquishes demons, slay them!"

Pfft——!
The sword light pierced through Wugu Tu's brow, where his mind had been clouded by a lapse in concentration, and the intense sword intent containing the Samadhi Fire instantly incinerated his sea of ​​consciousness.

Wugu Tu's frantic struggles froze instantly, all his expressions stiffening on his face—fear, despair, resentment, bewilderment… all ultimately turning to ashes.

His once incomparably powerful Mahayana demonic body, which had terrified countless cultivators in the Earthly Immortal Realm, crumbled and disintegrated silently, starting from the crack between his brows, until it turned into the finest dust. Even the fragments of his primordial spirit could not escape, and were completely erased by the destructive laws contained in the sword light.

Wugu Tu, the last pillar of the Chi Demon Clan who once dominated the world, plotted to destroy the Eastern Celestial Palace of Creation, and nearly drove the Eastern Human Race to the brink of destruction, has now completely perished, his body and soul annihilated.

(End of this chapter)