Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 495 Fellow Daoist, it's my fault that you've been harmed.

To some extent, the Cloud Sea Divine Court, the Alliance of Myriad Races, and the Northern Underworld Demonic Path are one entity.

Aside from the leaders of the three factions, the members of these factions are intertwined and mixed together. Perhaps a civil official in the Cloud Sea Divine Court is an old demon from the Northern Underworld Demonic Path.

Or perhaps a member of the Alliance of Myriad Races is a member of the Cloud Sea Divine Court.

No one can say for sure, after all, there are too many things like the avatars, appearances, and other selves of the eighth rank.

Therefore, from the moment the primordial world changed and the causal chain became more tightly intertwined, news related to it began to circulate among the three forces and various eighth-order beings.

On the northern battlefield, Xuanjun was about to have an exhibition match with the Unclean Old Demon.

“You impure old demon, your good days are over. Give me this area.”

Xuanjun looked at the thousand-armed, thousand-eyed demonic Buddha whose body resembled a gray mass, and spoke loudly.

"If you want it, you'll have to come and get it yourself." The Demon Buddha's thousands of eyes were fixed on him, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You already know the rules."

The two exchanged only a few words, but the forces from the Divine Court and the Demonic Path behind them both sensed a change in their aura.

A sense of power arose spontaneously, and in an instant, their confrontation escalated from aggression to a physical confrontation.

A ray of spiritual light flew out from Xuanjun's body and transformed into a coffin-shaped spiritual treasure, which was the Coffin for Concealing Corpses among Xuanjun's Seven Treasures.

Xuanjun reached out and pulled, using the iron chains tied to the black coffin to smash the coffin containing the remains towards the Unclean Old Demon.

The black coffin roared in, and the unclean old demon raised a hand to grab it, but unexpectedly, his entire hand was wiped out by the black coffin.

The black coffin symbolizes the power of "death." Anything that tries to touch the black coffin will come into contact with the laws of death and be erased from existence.

"This is the law of death!" A Divine Court Eighth Rank expert exclaimed from behind, only to be met with a disgruntled glare from Xuanjun.

"If we don't act now, when will we?"

He suspected that these fellow members of the Divine Court all had avatars hidden in the demonic path opposite them, which was why they had been watching from the sidelines and had not made a move.

After being glared at by him, the eighth-level Divine Court behind him looked embarrassed, especially the Crimson Bright Dao Lord who had just exclaimed in surprise.

Fortunately, everyone was already at level eight, so they adjusted their mindset very quickly and responded to his call in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, the eyes of the Unclean Old Demon behind him glared fiercely at the eighth-level demonic cultivator. The demons, who were always good at reading people's expressions, immediately understood what he meant.

They immediately swarmed forward and engaged in a fierce battle with the eighth-ranked members of the Divine Court.

Everyone's face was filled with determination, the fighting was incredibly intense, and their actions were meticulous, yet no one died.

“They’re all trying their best to put on an exhibition match,” Xuanjun and the Impure Old Demon exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other’s thoughts. “This won’t do. Without the withdrawal of the eighth-ranked, how can the Great Calamity proceed?”

"Very well, then let me lend you a hand."

Xuanjun suddenly pulled the iron chain, pulling the coffin containing the remains back onto his body. The iron chain, as nimb as a snake, wrapped around his body and secured him.

A dragon-headed cane appeared in his hand, and he casually swung it down, severing the arm of a demon Buddha that was coming at him.

This action also bought time for the coffin containing the remains behind him. The coffin lid was opened slightly, and the deathly aura escaped along with gusts of cold wind.

The temperature plummeted, and frost formed on the ground. Silently, a vast expanse of underworld replaced the battlefield.

This is a land of death, a world that is dead.

The moment the Netherworld descended, all the eighth-tier beings sensed something was wrong, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Isn't it just an exhibition match? Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?" They looked back at Xuanjun and saw that he was leaning on a dragon-headed cane with one hand and covering his chest with the other. His heart had become more open and magnanimous at some point.

The unclean old demon opposite him was in no better shape; most of his thousands of eyes had gone blind, and his number of arms had been reduced to less than half.

Both were seriously injured, but their momentum grew stronger and more terrifying.

Seeing this, everyone had the same thought: "These two are going to fight to the death, and we're probably going to be caught in the crossfire."

According to their original plan, this was just another exhibition match, and it shouldn't have turned into this.

But the two leaders fought so fiercely, it seemed they were determined to fight to the death.

Among the eighth-ranked Divine Court, the most capable fighter besides Xuanjun, Chiming Daojun, opened her mouth. She originally wanted to advise Xuanjun to retreat first and seek revenge another day.

Before she could speak, five more spiritual treasures appeared beside Xuanjun, who took a step forward and attacked the Unclean Old Demon.

With death energy, blood energy, demonic energy, primordial turbid energy, and the essence of the moon all converging on him, Xuanjun suddenly resembled a demon more than any other demon.

With the blessing of the Death Path in the Underworld, its power was so great that even another version of him would not dare to face its sharp edge.

Therefore, the Impure Old Demon retreated rapidly, narrowly avoiding the attack. In doing so, an old demon who was watching the battle nearby was caught in the crossfire.

Without uttering a single word, the old devil was severely injured on the spot.

Even though he didn't die on the spot, the remaining Dao of Death still caused him serious Dao injuries, forcing him to disintegrate himself to heal them.

Is this the full-force attack of a veteran eighth-tier, great supernatural being?

The eighth-ranked members all tensed up, their respect for Xuanjun rising to another level.

"Fellow Daoist Jin Sha," the Unclean Old Demon said sorrowfully, "it's all my fault that you've been harmed!"

"But don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."

After saying that, a strange, pale green light emanated from his body, and his remaining arms transformed into thick tentacles that surged toward Xuan Jun like a tidal wave.

Ominous green patterns flickered on the tentacles, and the unstable energy fluctuations seemed to foreshadow something.

A moment later, a burst of green light erupted on the field, and a figure was swallowed by the light.

Xuanjun's figure appeared not far away; clearly, the explosion had not affected him, but rather another unfortunate eighth-tier fighter.

"Fellow Daoist Ziyang!" a Divine Court eighth-level cultivator cried out in anguish, "Demons, you deserve to die!"

Having met his fellow Daoist friend of many years in this calamity, he no longer intended to participate in any exhibition matches and immediately attacked the demon closest to him.

The situation changed again, and the two sides gradually started to fight seriously, no longer just playing exhibition matches against their own avatars.

Secretly, both Xuanjun and the Unclean Old Demon breathed a sigh of relief, and the two engaged in battle once again.

Xuanjun leaned on a dragon-headed cane with one hand and held a blood-jade ruyi in the other, his defenses impenetrable.

A blood-red hand emerged from the black coffin on his back, gripping a giant sword and continuously drawing various talismans.

The Impure Old Demon then revealed his true form, using his astonishing regenerative abilities to exchange injuries for injuries.

Even though they knew each other inside and out, they still struggled to act, truly demonstrating what it means to act with your life on the line.

(End of this chapter)