Immortals of the End Times

After the transmission of the sound of the flower, green frost.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of Zhao Wuji's transformed leopard-headed demon, and the moment he approached within three zhang of the pig demon king, he suddenly sprang up!
His hands moved with lightning speed, forming hand seals, and a chilling light suddenly burst forth from behind him.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword tore through the air with a thunderous roar, its blade rubbing against the air and sparking blinding sparks, carrying a sonic boom cloud as it aimed straight for the Pig Demon King's eyes!

"Asshole!!"

The Pig Demon King's roar shook the valley, causing rocks to tumble down, and the materialized sound waves instantly turned the three nearest lesser demons into a bloody mist.

Those pair of gleaming white fangs moved with lightning speed, knocking the Cold Soul Flying Sword away with a clang, and the sparks that flew up actually condensed into ice crystals in the air.

The Pig Demon King's body surged with demonic energy, which materialized and manifested as demonic magic.

"Blood Demon Art - Mountain-Swallowing Giant Form!"
In an instant, it transformed into a ten-zhang-tall, blood-red giant boar phantom, crushing towards Zhao Wuji like a mountain.

The ground cracked extensively under the iron hooves, and gravel flew like rain.

Just then, a powerful demon with a concentrated spirit suddenly attacked from the side, its sharp claws carrying a foul stench as it aimed straight for Zhao Wuji's back!

However.
"Swoosh!" A streak of icy blue sword light flashed like a meteor, and Hua Qingshuang's Frost Flying Sword pierced through his brow without a sound!
The great demon froze, its pupils contracted sharply, and before it could react, its entire head was frozen by the extreme cold sword energy, and then exploded into ice shards with a "bang"!

Zhao Wuji's figure vanished like a ghost in the wind.

In the next instant, he appeared out of thin air about five zhang away from the Pig Demon King, the blood moon light in his double pupils surging.

Weaknesses identified!

Beneath the pile of corpses, the writhing dark red weak spot on the pig demon king's abdomen was clearly visible.

"prick!!"

Zhao Wuji let out a cold shout, and the Frost Soul Flying Sword suddenly split into twelve sword lights, which poured down like a silver river and pierced straight for the Demon King's vital point.

Sensing danger, the Pig Demon King roared, his mane bristling, and his demonic energy condensed into blood-red armor.

"Iron Mane Demon Armor!"
"clang!!"

The sword light penetrated three inches before being blocked by layers of fat, only managing to tear a line of blood.

"What a thick-skinned, fleshless beast!"

Zhao Wuji chuckled, and a phantom image of Xiang Yu's head suddenly appeared between his brows. The four core divine senses transformed into four blood-red giant swords, which, carrying the overwhelming killing intent of an ancient overlord, crashed into the Pig Demon King's sea of ​​consciousness!

"Ow!!"

The Pig Demon King trembled violently, spitting blood from his seven orifices. He staggered and crushed the pile of corpses like a giant pillar before kneeling on the ground.

At that moment, Hua Qingshuang's Frost Flying Sword struck him like a comet hitting the moon, precisely piercing his right eye. The exploding ice shards instantly froze half of his pig face.

"ban!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Wuji formed a sword with his fingers and used his Qi-binding technique to transform into eighteen golden chains that bound the demon king's limbs.

Qi-sealing technique locks in the demon, sword light pierces through the acupoint for a fatal blow!

The Frost Soul Flying Sword hummed and split into hundreds of sword lights under his sword finger, frantically drilling into the Demon King's seven orifices.

"No! I am willing!"

The pleas for mercy were abruptly cut off as soon as they began.

The pig demon king's body swelled violently, and countless sword lights pierced through his skin. Finally, his pig head exploded into a shower of blood.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back in the blood mist. Suddenly, he felt the Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness stir slightly. The Cold Soul Flying Sword circled around him three times before returning. The splashed blood droplets condensed into nine blood-red ice lotuses on the scabbard.

"Zheng——!"

The Frost Sword transformed into a streak of cold light and swept back, hovering beside Hua Qingshuang, its blade enveloped in a chilling frost aura.

The swords resonated with Zhao Wuji's Frosty Soul Flying Sword, their sharp sword energy surging around them, even causing the air to faintly condense into ice crystals.

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over the demon corpses scattered on the ground, and he smiled slightly, saying, "Peak Master is as decisive as ever. Wherever your sword light reaches, all the demons are subdued. Truly formidable."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes turned slightly cold as she looked at the mangled corpse of the Pig Demon King and shook her head slightly: "How can it compare to you? This was a demon king at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, yet you killed it in an instant. I originally wanted to interrogate it about its origins and the person behind it."

Zhao Wuji smiled calmly: "It's alright, I was prepared."

After saying that, his gaze turned cold, and he quickly formed hand seals to perform the Soul-Connecting Technique. A dark spiritual light emanated from his fingertips, and he uttered a low shout: "Soul Summoning!"

In an instant, black energy surged from the pig demon king's corpse, and a hideous demon king's ghost was forcibly dragged out, twisting and struggling in mid-air, letting out a silent roar.

Seeing this, Hua Qingshuang's eyes flashed with surprise, but she did not make a sound to disturb them, instead focusing her attention on guarding her surroundings.

Zhao Wuji did not stop. His eyes flashed with divine thoughts as he once again performed the Dream Marriage Technique: "Enter the Dream to See the Heart!"

By combining the techniques of communicating with the underworld and marrying dreams, his divine sense pierced deep into the demon king's soul like a sharp sword, stirring up fragments of his memories.

His original intention was to use this experience to find out the pig demon's intentions and further unravel the mysteries of the exorcism technique, however...
"boom!"

A memory suddenly flooded into my mind!
But then, deep in my memory, on the raging coastline, a blue-scaled dragon stirs up the wind and clouds, raising towering waves.

Standing to his side in mid-air was an old man in a dark blue robe, his sleeves fluttering in the foul wind.

The old man slowly raised his head, and that extremely familiar yet sinister face appeared. It was none other than Huang Shang. He whispered to the Pig Demon King, "...Go to the border of the Wang family's Xuanming Dynasty and cause trouble to attract their attention."

As for me... I will take this opportunity to strike at the Wang family, seize one of their Golden Core cultivators and their resources. After it's done, we'll split the profits 30/70, how about that?!

"Fifty-fifty! It has to be fifty-fifty!" The Pig Demon King bared his tusks and his demonic eyes blazed with fire. "Do you really think I'm a stupid pig? Attracting the royal family's attention is a life-or-death deal!"

The scene abruptly ends there, only to be suddenly interrupted by a host of other scenes.

In the bloody battles of the states beyond the river, the ferocious face of the Pig Demon King, who slaughtered mortals along the way, was revealed.

The other demon kings lurked in the darkness, their crimson pupils gleaming.
Zhao Wuji had no mind to pay attention to anything else; grasping the initial fragment of memory was enough to shake his mind and spirit!

"Oh no! Huang Shang is going to attack the Wang family and steal the Golden Core! Does this old monster still not want to let Senior Uncle Yan Lan go?!"

He immediately withdrew his divine sense and informed Hua Qingshuang, who was standing nearby, of the situation.

"Peak Master, Senior Uncle Yan is in danger!"

As he spoke, he immediately took out the Wang family's long-distance communication jade talisman and contacted Yan Lan. At the same time, he quickly ordered Wang Shouzhen to go and find Yan Lan through the dream.

However, when the communication jade talisman was sent, there was no response whatsoever.

"Huang Shang?"

Hua Qingshuang's icy eyes flashed with murderous intent. "If we go back immediately, we'll fall into their trap of luring us away from our mountain stronghold."

Zhao Wuji looked at the corpses of demons scattered on the ground and nodded, saying, "We won't need to fly back anymore; we can use the teleportation array directly."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Peak Master, you should clean up these demon corpses, especially the inner core of the Pig Demon King. It will be of great use to my cultivation of martial arts. I will set up the teleportation array."

"Alright! Don't worry about disposing of the corpses. Although there are few demonic beasts and little experience in the end times, just pack everything up."

Hua Qingshuang nodded, summoned her storage bag and began to collect the demon corpses. Looking at the mutilated bodies of the villagers scattered all over the ground, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes. "And these villagers' corpses, let them all be buried."

Zhao Wuji came to the side, chose an open space, rolled up his sleeves, and dozens of kinds of spiritual materials poured out like a galaxy, spreading out mysterious array patterns on the open space.

His fingertips shimmered with spiritual light, and with the help of the Shifting Scenery Technique, he traced a path through the void. Consuming only two ancient spirit stones and a small amount of source crystals, he made the array base radiate a dazzling silver light.

If an ordinary array master were to set up this grand array, it would require the consumption of rare void stones!

During a break in setting up the formation, he used his divine sense to look inward and was shocked to discover that the restless Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness had undergone a sudden change.

The fourth set of tadpole-shaped characters on the third Yang Pearl shone brightly with golden light, already illuminating half of it!
"Slaying a demon can actually trigger the Yang Pearl?"

A glint flashed in his cold eyes as information about the 'Demon-Slaying Technique' among the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques surfaced in his mind.

"Could it be a demon-slaying technique?"

Just then, the last wisp of the teleportation array lit up.

Wang Shouzhen's urgent telepathic message also pierced through the dream:

"My lord! Yan Lan's cave is empty, yet there are no signs of a battle!"

"Immediately use your divine sense to search all directions for any suspicious persons."

Zhao Wuji's sword-like eyebrows furrowed sharply, and his five fingers clenched tightly in his sleeve. Under the silvery glow of the teleportation array, he turned his head and shouted at Hua Qingshuang.

"Peak Master, let's go!"

"Om!!"

Hundreds of miles away from the Wang family, Yan Lan's figure hovered in mid-air like a puppet, her body wrapped in scarlet blood runes, each rune like a venomous snake burrowing into her meridians.

Her face was pale, and the golden core in her brow trembled violently, only able to emit a few scattered golden lights, struggling like a trapped beast under the suppression of the blood talisman.

Huang Shang stood in mid-air, his sleeves billowing, his five fingers like hooks, manipulating the blood talisman chains.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on his aged forehead, clearly indicating that suppressing Yan Lan was no easy task. Yet, a sinister smile still tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Little brat, you've grown stronger, and your wings have hardened? Do you really think that forming an inner golden core will allow you to break free from my Dao talisman?"

Yan Lan's eyes blazed with fury: "Old ghost, you planted a trap in the 'Inner Realm Spirit Refining Technique' long ago!"

“Clever. But it wasn’t me who did the trick, but rather the hidden danger in this technique.”

Huang Shang flicked his finger, and the blood talisman tightened suddenly. "As long as you haven't fully mastered your inner realm, this 'Soul-Locking Blood Talisman' that I personally crafted will make your inner realm golden core as useless as scrap iron! It will prevent your divine sense from reaching your inner realm."

His cloudy eyes gleamed with a seductive light. "This time, I won't kill you. I'll not only let you refine the Sea-Suppressing Stele, but I'll also protect you from being devoured and becoming its spirit. If you can help me find the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great..."

He suddenly lowered his voice, "I swear on my Dao heart that I will help you ascend to the Nascent Soul stage!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Yan Lan's lips, her eyes filled with even more mockery: "Why should I believe you?"

"Heh," Huang Shang chuckled, looking up at the sky, "What I seek is not entirely for personal gain, but to restore the spiritual order of heaven and earth! To erase this great calamity of the end times and uphold the Way of Heaven."

Besides, given your current situation, is it worth me wasting my breath swearing oaths to deceive you?

"What a fine example of upholding the Way of Heaven!"

Yan Lan suddenly sneered, "Using living people to refine talismans and filling formations with cultivators, is this your righteous path?" "Naive, how naive you are."

Huang Shang, instead of being annoyed, smiled, a hint of wistfulness and reminiscence flashing in his eyes. "Once, I was just as naive as you. But those who achieve great things are not bound by any means, Yan Lan."

His voice was seductive, "You and I are the same kind of people, capable of using any means to achieve our goals. Hua Qingshuang has the royal family's background, Zhao Wuji has received the true teachings of the Sword Sect, and what about you?"

"Having come this far, besides risking your life for a chance encounter, is there any other path you could take?"

Yan Lan's pupils contracted slightly.

Images of Hua Qingshuang's aloof profile, Zhao Wuji's graceful figure as he wielded his sword, and his own countless desperate attempts to snatch resources from the brink of death flashed through his mind.

In her quest to acquire the Inner Realm Refining Spirit Technique, she nearly became a spirit of a weapon. However, before she could even achieve the Golden Core stage, Hua Qingshuang was already making rapid progress with the help of her family.

If she doesn't want to fall behind, she must work harder and acquire more resources to improve herself.

But where in the world are there so many resources for her to rely on her junior apprentice?
She didn't want to trouble or burden her junior apprentice often; instead, she wanted to possess great strength herself!

Huang Shang's voice was like venom seeping into your eardrums: "Come with me, and I will even be willing to take you as my disciple and pass on the Daoist Canon of Longevity to you."

The Zhenhai Stele is yours, and the clues to the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great will be shared. Once the spiritual energy fully recovers, do you think those renowned geniuses will be trampled underfoot by your 'unorthodox' methods?

Yan Lan remained silent for three breaths, assessing her current situation.

Since that old devil Huang Shang has already made his move, it's clear that he's been planning this for a long time.

If she disagrees, she may also be unable to escape, and may even implicate her junior apprentice and Hua Qingshuang.

She suddenly chuckled, her laughter laced with ruthlessness and self-mockery: "Old Ghost, you win."

When she looked up, the struggle in her eyes had turned into determination. "But I have a condition: I must first refine 30% of the restrictions on the Zhenhai Stele."

"I demand you swear an oath of the Nine Nether Profound Yin Heart-Slaying Mantra that Wuji once spoke of, or I'd rather destroy this golden core! It's a fight to the death!"

"Very well, you're ruthless and meticulous!"

Huang Shang laughed loudly, and the blood-red talisman chains rattled and scattered: "Now that's more like my disciple!"

He suddenly made a hand seal, and the oath formed a dark green incantation: "I hereby swear by this 'Nine Nether Profound Yin Heart-Slaying Incantation'."

If I utter even half a falsehood today, I will surely be tormented by inner demons and condemned to eternal damnation!

The cursed seal ignited with ghostly flames in the air, making his face appear sinister. "Let's go, my good disciple. Your master will show you the true nature of the world!"

"You old thief!! Where do you think you're going!"

Just then, Wang Shouzhen suddenly flew out of Balong Mountain from afar, his divine sense piercing through the air like a sharp blade, fiercely locking onto Huang Chang and attacking.

"Get lost, you brat!"

A sinister smile curled at the corner of Huang Shang's lips, and a wicked glint flashed in his eyes.

The vast divine sense of the Golden Core Perfection Realm cultivator surged forth, instantly pulverizing Wang Shouzhen's divine sense.

Wang Shouzhen, who was standing in mid-air in the distance, suddenly froze, his face turning deathly pale.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huang Shang flipped his hand and took out a Taoist talisman that glowed with a faint light, and slapped it onto himself and Yan Lan with lightning speed.

In an instant, the two figures blurred and transformed into a streak of light, rapidly disappearing into the distance.

However, at that very moment, the Wang family's teleportation array suddenly emitted a blinding light.

Before Zhao Wuji and Hua Qingshuang's figures had fully solidified, a sharp sword light pierced through the air.

"Old Huang! Where are you going!"

Zhao Wuji let out a long roar like thunder, and his figure suddenly transformed into a dazzling sword rainbow, tearing through the sky and chasing after it.

His body was filled with surging sword energy, and his divine sense spread for thousands of miles like a raging sea, instantly locking onto the fleeing ghostly light, revealing his killing intent!
"Zheng!"

The Frostfire Sword was the first to pierce the air; before the sword's cry even arrived, its light had already traversed ten miles.

Hua Qingshuang followed closely behind, her Frost Flying Sword vibrating and humming beside her, leaving frost marks wherever it passed.

"boom!"

A bloody gash suddenly appeared between Zhao Wuji's brows, and the phantom image of Xiang Yu's head roared out.

Those double pupils were like a blood moon descending upon the world; wherever their gaze fell, the clouds crumbled!

With this enhancement, the Frost Soul Flying Sword's sword light increased tenfold, transforming into a hundred-foot-long bolt of lightning that slashed straight at Huang Chang's back!

Without turning his head, Huang Shang suddenly took out the Taoist scripture from his bosom, and the Taoist incantation in his sleeve changed abruptly.

"Buzz!"

As the pages of the Daoist scriptures are turned, the ancient page of the "Tao Te Ching" comes to rest, its profound Daoist charm flowing through the air, and a hazy blue barrier appears out of thin air.

The sword light, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter peaks, was twisted and turned three inches with a "whoosh," piercing two deep holes in the distant cliff, causing the rocks to explode with a deafening roar!

"Fellow Daoist Xinghe, you have made considerable progress."

Huang Shang sneered, his left hand forming the military incantation of the Yin Fu Jing, and the clouds in the sky instantly condensed into three thousand dark blue talisman arrows, pouring down like a torrential rain.

With a flick of his right hand, he drew upon the alchemical formula of the "Zhouyi Cantongqi," and the Fire Dragon Cauldron roared forth, spewing out nine crimson flame dragons that sealed off all paths, as if scorching the heavens and boiling the seas.

"break!"

Zhao Wuji roared like thunder, and the phantom image of Xiang Yu's head suddenly swelled up.

The Overlord's roar shook the heavens, and the sound waves transformed into tangible blood-red ripples, causing half of the Yin Talisman Arrows to explode into dust before they even got close!

"The Hegemon-King of Western Chu!"

Huang Shang's figure suddenly froze, and the rusted dragon seal at his waist suddenly burst out with a dazzling blue light, which actually blocked most of Xiang Yu's overwhelming pressure!
As he rolled up his sleeves, nine blood-red Yin Sha nails emerged like poisonous dragons from their caves, piercing Zhao Wuji's vital points with a shrill shriek!
"Beware!"

Hua Qingshuang's clear shout pierced the air, and the Frost Flying Sword bloomed with a thousand frost flowers at her fingertips, instantly condensing into a three-zhang-high ice wall.

Nine blood nails pierced the ice with a "thud," exploding into a sky full of scarlet ice shards!

Just then, the Nirvana Sword Intent within the core of Zhao Wuji's four divine senses suddenly erupted, transforming into a hundred-foot-long torrent of sword energy. Before the nine crimson dragons could even get close, they were shredded into countless sparks.

At the same time, the True Martial Broken Sword suddenly flew out, and the Martial Halberd's core of divine thought embodied the meaning of "breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats," fiercely sweeping and cleaving through the remaining pill fire, its momentum undiminished as it went straight for Huang Chang's neck!
"As expected of your Star River, you have so many divine thought cores!"

Huang Shang's pupils contracted slightly, and suddenly the ancient scripture in his bosom began to tumble, unleashing the "Soul Transfer Technique" from the Daoist classic "Zhuangzi".

Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a blur before his eyes and saw Yan Lan's figure appear in front of his halberd. Startled, he abruptly turned his sword, and the sword energy plowed a furrow dozens of feet deep in the ground below, with pebbles flying out like a torrential rain.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huang Shang made a hand seal, and a purple-gold talisman burned out in his palm.
"Bah!"

A golden-armored warrior phantom rose from the ground, his giant palm shattering the frost-covered sword lotus that Hua Qingshuang had slashed at.

Before the talisman fire had died down, Huang Chang took the opportunity to retreat another hundred feet, employing a variety of methods!
However, taking advantage of this opening, Zhao Wuji moved like lightning, closing in ten feet in an instant, and suddenly drew his sword—

"Zheng!"

The Frost Soul Flying Sword exploded in mid-air, unleashing countless icy rays.

The sword light split apart, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

The dense array of icy sword energy tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and crashed down on Huang Chang!
"The sword control technique of this star river is so amazing, no wonder it has won the favor of the Qilin Sword Sect."

Huang Shang's pupils contracted sharply, and the incantation in his sleeve changed rapidly.

"The Mysterious Female Suppresses the Darkness!"

Within his dantian, the phantom of an ancient, mysterious gate, shrouded in chaotic energy, manifested before him.

The interior was as dark as an abyss.

The torrential sword energy shot into it, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, without even causing the slightest ripple!
"Well"

Yan Lan suddenly groaned and her body trembled.

The red thread of the Blood Locking Talisman within her body trembled violently, actually connecting with the energy of the Gate of Mysterious Female. At this moment, her face was as pale as paper, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her lips.

Huang Shang sneered, "Xinghe, if you keep fighting, your senior uncle will die at your hands."

"mean!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he held nothing back, suddenly whipping his sleeves around.
"boom!!"

The moment the space in the pot appeared on the sleeve, the entire world suddenly went dark!
boom! !

It was as if the sky had exploded and the dark clouds had collapsed!
A colossal head, as large as a mountain, burst forth from the sky, its black hair dancing wildly like an angry dragon, each strand tearing through the void and unleashing a blood-red hurricane.

Those two crimson eyes hung in the sky like two blood moons. Wherever their gaze fell, the earth cracked and the grass and trees turned to ash!
"Roar!!!"

Xiang Yu roared to the heavens, his voice transforming into tangible, blood-red ripples that swept across thousands of miles, instantly obliterating the clouds and revealing a pitch-black sky. His overwhelming, domineering pressure descended like the collapse of the heavens, causing even the earth to groan in agony under its unbearable weight!
"Xiang Yu's true head!!"

Huang Shang's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and he retreated rapidly as he sensed the threat.

"Xinghe! You forced this old man to his doom!!"

Huang Shang roared angrily, his eyes flashing with a cold light!

Before Zhao Wuji unleashed Xiang Yu's true head, his combat strength was only between the late and perfect Golden Core stages, which he was able to handle with ease.

But at this moment.
When Xiang Yu's head was revealed, its murderous aura was overwhelming, and its oppressive power was like that of a prison!
Even he had to exert all his strength, even resorting to forbidden secret techniques, to suppress this child!
"boom!!"

He suddenly slapped his waist, and the ancient and simple "Wanshou Daozang" burst out of the air, its pages flipping wildly before finally settling on the golden pages of the "Taiping Jing"!
At the same instant, the rusted dragon seal at his waist also flew up, emitting a dazzling blue light!

"Heavenly Dao Suppresses Demons, Dragon Seal Edict!"

The golden seal script, shimmering with golden light, intertwined with the blue light of the dragon seal, instantly condensing into a magnificent and unparalleled phantom image of the "Heavenly Dao Demon-Suppressing Seal" above the head!
Even more astonishing is...
Within that radiant light, countless celestial pavilions and phantom images of cultivators from the Song Dynasty materialized, as if transcending time and space to recreate the glorious scene of the Daoist sect in its heyday!
The golden seal phantom collided with the murderous aura of the pupil technique released by Xiang Yu's true head, bursting out with dazzling light, and the ground within a radius of a hundred feet collapsed by three feet!
"Stop it all!"

Yan Lan's figure moved like lightning, suddenly appearing between the two forces that were powerful enough to crush him into mud.

Her clothes fluttered wildly under the violent spiritual pressure, and the red threads of the blood-binding talisman in her hair snapped inch by inch, yet she still gritted her teeth and opened her arms wide.
(End of this chapter)