Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 509 Hehe, it's my turn to be a spoiled brat.

Get moving!
Before the Buddha with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes, the two people standing at the peak of the seventh level were like fish on a chopping board, powerless and at the mercy of others.

“Kongming, we may be going to die here today,” Li Yang said with a stiff face. “If I can recover from the traces, I will never go down into the secret realm with you again in my next life.”

"Don't be too pessimistic. Maybe neither of us will die so easily?" Kongming comforted him.

Although his tone was tense, there was no despair, which made Li Yang feel as if he had grasped at the last straw, and he quickly asked:

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

"Then let me ask you, in this struggle, who is the Impure Demon Lord fighting right now?"

"Is he your ancestor, Xuanjun?"

“You’re right, so…” Kongming took a deep breath and shouted, “Master Xuanjun, save me!”

The patriarch said that if you cause any trouble, just mention his name.

Although they didn't know if the ancestral master's traces in the secret realm would recognize him as a disciple, they had no other choice but to give it a try since they had no other options.

He just needed to believe, and leave everything else to the patriarch!

The Buddha on the horizon blinked, and a hint of spirituality appeared in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped down, thousands of hands slapping down at once, as if to crush the few snarling ants in his eyes in one breath.

As the giant hand slammed down, a streak of blood flew in from the horizon, followed by an endless wave of blood energy.

A piece of blood-red jade ruyi arrived in an instant and slammed down heavily on the Buddha's large hand.

The blood mist exploded, and the Buddha's large hand was smashed into a lump of ash.

The blood-red aura stained the sky, as if a sea of ​​blood were hanging upside down, giving people an endless sense of evil.

A Taoist priest in a black robe arrived, stepping on a river of blood, surrounded by various auras.

Li Yang looked at the Buddha made of gray lumps, then at the Taoist lying on the river of blood, and for a moment he couldn’t tell who the real demon was.

"Kongming, is this your ancestor?" He pondered for a moment before saying, "He certainly has a unique style."

Kongming breathed a sigh of relief. With the arrival of the Patriarch, the blue sky was restored, and with the arrival of the Patriarch, they were safe.

“We should go, otherwise the patriarch might not be able to help us if a fight breaks out,” he suggested, and his companion shared the same idea.

Having just escaped the power of an eighth-tier warrior, they tacitly decided to flee the area, as the aftershocks of an eighth-tier battle were not something anyone could withstand.

He turned around, made his escape, and did it all in one smooth motion.

After the two started running, their two eighth-tier figures continued the battle they hadn't finished.

Boundless blood energy transformed into a blood dragon, surging towards the blood jade scepter and crashing heavily onto the gray Buddha's head.

The Buddha's thousands of hands also struck out, striking the boundless sea of ​​blood.

"Wow, these two are going to start fighting again."

The Demon Lord Cang Heng, who was watching the battle, was secretly alarmed.

Whether it's the Impure Old Demon or the Mysterious Lord, they are nothing more than mere traces.

However, the sheer scale of their battle still alarmed Cang Heng, a true eighth-tier demon lord.

Just how powerful are their true forms?

This question flashed through the mind of Demon Lord Cangheng, and then he looked at Kongming and the other two who were hurriedly running away.

Now he knew that this little guy named Kongming was no ordinary person; he was a descendant of Xuanjun.

Automatically labeling him as "Little Friend Realm," Demon Lord Cang Heng then looked at another person.

He exuded an aura of calamity, suggesting he might have originated from a calamity civilization he had encountered in the previous era.

That civilization is not to be trifled with. Not only do they have the backing of the Lord of the Tribulation, but they also possess the foundation to kill eighth-tier beings. "I've actually encountered two beings at the Lesser Friend Realm at once," Demon Lord Cang Heng frowned. "Speaking of which, where exactly is that Lord of the Tribulation? Why haven't I seen him throughout this era?"

Unable to figure it out, Demon Lord Cang Heng simply stopped thinking about it. After all, this Lord of the Robbery had no vested interests with them, so thinking about it was pointless.

It would be better to spare a little energy to keep an eye on the other intruder in the secret realm.

“This little guy is someone I’ve seen before.” He watched with great interest as the two fleeing individuals encountered his own demonic sect’s offspring.

He knew that little brat named Zhenling; it seemed that the Impure Old Demon valued this demon brat highly.

Under his gaze, tensions rose between Kongming and Zhenling.

"Demon cultivator?"

Looking at the burly Taoist man in front of them, whose body was shrouded in bloody aura, Kongming and Liyang were both on high alert.

This burly man exuded a thick aura of blood, clearly indicating that he had killed many people; he was perhaps a Blood Demon branch of the demonic cultivators.

"Your blood energy is so concentrated; I've only ever seen one person in my life achieve this level. Oh, it seems your ancestor, Kongming, far surpassed him." Li Yang said with a strange expression.

"Can the matter of Ancestor Xuanjun be called the demonic path?" Kongming subconsciously retorted, "The Ancestor's work is called the mastery of demonic techniques to subdue demons."

Zhenling kept a vigilant eye on the two people in front of him, and he never let his guard down, even when they were bickering.

"What are they muttering about?" Zhenling took a deep breath and suddenly heard Kongming utter a word.

Keyword detected: Xuanjun Ancestor.

His eyes lit up, and a feeling of finding his people welled up inside him.

"Master Xuanjun, are you from the Seven Lineages of Xuanjun?" he asked cautiously.

Kongming didn't try to hide anything and openly confirmed the matter.

Before he rose to prominence, he often encountered disciples from certain sects who would introduce themselves and use this to get preferential treatment on their journeys. He, however, did not have this ability because the Seven Lineages of Xuanjun had been in decline for an unknown period of time.

There isn't even anyone who knows the names of the Seven Families. If he introduces himself, he'll probably only get stares at him as if he's an idiot.

But now everything is different. He has the backing of Xuanjun Temple, and in the prehistoric world, both the divine court and the demonic path will give Xuanjun Temple some face.

Refuse to give them? Then wait for seven magical treasures to fly in from the horizon.

"Hehe, it's my turn to play the role of a disciple of a major sect." Kongming's lips curled up unconsciously, causing Liyang, who was standing next to him, to cover his face with his hand.

Zhenling looked at him strangely, not understanding why he suddenly laughed.

"Never mind, maybe it's just someone's little quirk?" Zhenling muttered, then said, "What evidence do you have to prove your identity?"

Kongming stopped Tang Xiao, his expression turning strange. "What are you trying to do by asking all these questions?"

"Confirming your identity might be necessary."

He was speaking when Kongming suddenly drew a talisman out of thin air.

Staring intently at the talisman, the True Spirit spoke each word clearly: "The Talisman of Ascending to the Mysterious Realm of Concentration."

"That's right, you know your stuff."

After a moment of silence, Zhenling, like him, used his hand as a brush to draw talismans in the air.

He had only drawn half of it when the aura emanating from it made Kongming quickly understand what it was.

A chilling coldness crept up Kong Ming's spine once more. An inexplicable sense of crisis made him disregard everything else and immediately stop the burly man's actions, shouting, "Stop!"

But it's still too late.

Behind the scenes, Demon Lord Cang Heng watched this scene, his expression first turning cold, then suddenly laughing.

"The person favored by the Impure Demon Lord is actually a disciple of the Xuanjun Temple. What does this mean?"

(End of this chapter)