Immortals of the End Times

The Frost Soul Sword's edge was condensed into a line of ice; before the sword light even arrived, the extreme cold sword energy had already frozen the mane on the Demon King's back, forming frost crystals.

The Crimson-Eyed Demon King roared and suddenly waved the Myriad Souls Gathering Beast Banner, forming a barrier of thousands of vengeful spirits in front of him.

The sword light pierced the soul barrier as if sinking into a quagmire, its sharpness diminished by three-tenths.

Taking advantage of this lull, the Crimson-Eyed Demon King unleashed his ferocity and forcibly twisted his body.

The mane standing on its chest bristled with black, demonic patterns, and it abruptly turned half an inch.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword pierced through his left shoulder with a "whoosh," and frost spread along the wound, freezing the demon blood into crimson ice shards before it could even splatter.

"Damn it!"

The Crimson-Eyed Demon King roared in pain, his single eye suddenly contracting, the blood-red light in his pupil swirling like a vortex, actually compressing all the demonic power in his body into that single eye.

Zhao Wuji felt a sudden alarm bell ring in his heart, his double pupils flashed, and he instantly saw through the intention—this was a desperate divine power used at the cost of depleting his demon core's essence.

Without hesitation, he performed the hand seals to continue the head-renewing technique.

Suddenly, a tangible blood-red moonlight shot out from Xiang Yu's true head's blood-red eyes, colliding with the crimson beam of light bursting from the Demon King's single eye.

The moment the two forces collided, a tremendous hum resounded, like the tolling of a great bell, as if the surrounding heaven and earth were resonating. The void twisted and trembled, and the crimson pillar of light was disintegrated layer by layer.

The remaining force still tore the ground open with ravines dozens of feet wide, crushing the rubble into dust before it could even fly, and even blurring the air within a hundred feet.

In that instant, the blood moon's light and shadow, undiminished in force, slammed into the Crimson-Eyed Demon King's single eye.

"what!!"

The Crimson-Eyed Demon King let out a miserable scream, blood spurting from his crimson eyes. His protective demon armor exploded with spiderweb-like cracks, and black flames ignited from every hair on his body.

Even now, what appears in his mind is no longer Zhao Wuji, but the peerless fierce figure on the ancient battlefield, who killed immortals and gods like rain with a single halberd!

"good chance!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Wuji flew closer, his left hand forming a sword finger and slashing through the air, causing the Frost Soul Flying Sword to split into nine ice rainbows that attacked.

The moment his right hand pressed his fingers together against his brow, a dark sword shadow representing the Nirvana sword intent burst forth from his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Crimson-Eyed Demon King was in a daze, roaring and swinging his claws, tearing apart three ice rainbows, but was forced to stagger backward by the remaining sword light.

"die!"

Zhao Wuji let out a cold shout, and the Frost Soul Flying Sword condensed into a line of icy cold light, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, piercing straight into the Demon King's head!

"Crack!"

The moment the sword pierced the crimson lion's mane, a metallic clang resounded.

The demon king's skull withstood the level-five magic weapon, sparks flying like rain of blood, and the sword's momentum faltered.

"What a hard head!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The three golden cores within his body trembled simultaneously, their power erupting like a volcano, and the Cold Soul Sword instantly surged with sword energy, carrying the three layers of power!
"laugh!!!"

The pitch-black sword shadow, like a torn apart in the underworld, pierced into the Demon King's Purple Mansion through the crack in his skull.

"Roar!"

The Crimson-Eyed Demon King's pupils shrank suddenly, and his mind was instantly plunged into the terrifying triple sword intent of the Nirvana Sword Intent.

"ended."

Zhao Wuji let out a cold shout and pressed down sharply with his right sword finger.

The nine icy rainbows of the Frost Soul Flying Sword merged into one, transforming into the Nirvana Sword Shadow, which completely pierced through the Demon King's brain!

"Click! Click! Click—!"

The demon king's seven orifices exploded with ice crystals, and his skull cracked inch by inch.

He let out a shrill howl and staggered back three steps. The fierce light in his single eye had not yet been extinguished. Suddenly, he roared to the sky, and the demonic energy around him erupted like a volcano!

Its body rapidly expanded amidst the towering demonic mist, its mane bristling like red steel, instantly revealing its true form as a ten-zhang-tall lion king.

It suddenly transformed into the original form of a crimson lion demon with a single, blazing eye. Its claws and teeth were wreathed in a ferocious aura capable of shattering mountains and splitting peaks. Its demon core spewed out from its blood-red maw, carrying all its life's power as it blasted towards Zhao Wuji!
"Be careful, Wuji!!"

Not far away, Hua Qingshuang exclaimed in alarm to warn them.

In the shadows, a domineering sword intent that had been concealed for a long time was revealed at the same time; it was Hua Lengyun.

"Senior Hua, there's no need for you to make a move!"

Zhao Wuji quickly transmitted a low shout, and under the control of the Head Continuation Technique, Xiang Yu's true head suddenly flew down from the sky, its double pupils bursting with domineering and fierce light, blocking his way like a small hill.

"boom!!!"

Xiang Yu roared like thunder, the sound so powerful that rocks within a ten-mile radius crumbled!

The moment the two forces collided, the void twisted, and the shockwaves exploded like a raging sea!

The demon core was actually knocked back by the impact, the red-eyed demon king's claw shadow shattered, his true body staggered backward, blood spurted from his seven orifices, and his expression was horrified.

"burst!"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly pressed down with his sword finger, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword suddenly burst out with a bone-chilling cold light!

"Click! Click! Click!"

Wherever the sword struck, the demon king's head cracked inch by inch, and ice crystals exploded from his seven orifices, instantly spreading throughout his entire body!
The next moment.
"boom!!!"

The demon king's head exploded with a deafening roar, and countless ice crystals imbued with bloodlust scattered like a torrential rain!

Before the crimson demonic energy could dissipate, it was frozen into countless blood-red ice shards by the extreme cold sword energy, which reflected an eerie, cold light in the morning light!
"boom!"

The enormous demonic body crashed down heavily, its single eye still gleaming with ferocity, but its soul had been completely frozen by the Nirvana Sword Intent!

The Cold Soul Sword trembled slightly and flew back to Zhao Wuji's side, its clear, sharp sound like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens.

As the Crimson-Eyed Demon King's body crashed to the ground like a collapsing mountain, its ferocious and terrifying spiritual power quickly weakened.

Outside the formation, the horde of demonic beasts that had been charging wildly suddenly froze.

The figure standing suspended in mid-air was reflected in countless scarlet demonic eyes.

His purple-gold unicorn robe fluttered wildly, the Cold Soul Sword hung beside him, emitting icy light, and the true head of Xiang Yu was above his head, radiating a fierce aura as deep and as dark as a prison.

"King Akame, the king is dead!?"

A wolf demon with a blue face and fangs trembled, and the array flags crushed under its claws fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Hiss!! Run! Run now!!"

The snake demon hissed and screamed, its body, over ten feet long, twisting wildly and knocking over three dazed little demons.

In an instant, the beast tide receded like a receding tide!

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

Suddenly, hundreds of sword lights shone from all directions.

The Qilin sword cultivators, who had been lying in ambush for a long time, stepped out on their swords, and the "Starfall Sword Formation" formed by the disciples of Jianhe Peak unfolded in the air.

Like a cascading galaxy, it cut off the monster's retreat.

"Kill!"

"Master Zhao is mighty!!"

The morale of the Wang family cultivators soared, and the ice-soul talismans of the Hua family disciples and the torrent of magical treasures of the Wang family's guest elders intertwined to form a net, enveloping all the fleeing demonic beasts.

"kill!!"

The battle cries shook the heavens!
Not far away, Hua Qingshuang and Wang Shouzhen had also severely injured and captured Yang Su, trapping him with a restrictive magic weapon and an array.

"Peak Master!"

Zhao Wuji and Hua Qingshuang exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with sword intent, a tacit understanding between them.

The two figures flew out of the protective mountain formation together.

"Shh!"

The two swords, Cold Soul and Frost, flew out simultaneously, their sword light splitting apart like the harmonious cry of a dragon and a phoenix.

Wherever the icy blue sword rainbow passed, the demonic beasts were instantly frozen into ice sculptures.

As the frost-white sword energy swept across, the demon horde collapsed like waves of wheat.

The two sword lights intertwined to form a spiral storm, raging all the way from the summit of Balong Mountain to the outskirts of the capital.

Wherever it passed, the ice crystals formed from demon blood refracted a poignant rainbow under the increasingly bright morning sun.

"Those two Golden Core cultivators from the Wang family are incredibly powerful!"

"Don't you even look at who they are? That handsome man is none other than Zhao Wuji, the Heavenly Kirin, currently the number one swordsman of the Kirin Sword Sect!"

"The current head of the Wang family, the Hua family, is also very strong. Moreover, judging from their perfect teamwork, their relationship is obviously extraordinary."

"They were a perfect match, a match made in heaven. It was fortunate that these seniors were here this time, otherwise the demons would have succeeded."

On the distant city walls of the capital, the rogue cultivators stared in horror at the intertwined sword lights in the distance.

The ferocity of Xiang Yu's true head and the sharpness of the Cold Soul Sword complemented each other, causing the demons to tremble with fear!
"Puff puff--"

Blood mist kept exploding among the beasts.

The remaining demonic beasts completely collapsed.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the corpses of demons covering the mountains and fields had already formed a blood-red carpet.

Her green sleeves billowed as she sheathed her frost-covered sword, her white robes untouched by a speck of dust.

She gazed at Zhao Wuji, who had sheathed his sword beside her, a ripple of a smile appearing in her beautiful eyes. She parted her lips slightly and said, "Wuji, this time it's all thanks to your strategic planning, otherwise the Wang family's foundation might have been destroyed."

Zhao Wuji's lips curled slightly, and the Cold Soul Sword trembled and hummed softly in his sleeve: "The Wang family is the foundation that I helped you, Peak Master, to build. How can I allow these demons and monsters to touch it even a little? I don't want to come back and see these ugly demons in the future."

Upon hearing this, Hua Qingshuang's usually aloof and cold face flushed slightly, and she let out a soft "hmm" as her long eyelashes trembled, like the first melting of ice and snow.

"Hahaha!"

A deep laugh pierced the air as Hua Lengyun arrived in a flash, his golden core spiritual pressure surging like a tide. "Good lad, your skill in coaxing my daughter is as amazing as your swordsmanship!"

"father!"

Hua Qingshuang frowned slightly, her eyes glancing at her father with watery eyes. Then, as if she had thought of something, her ears turned even redder, and she couldn't help but steal a glance at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji calmly clasped his hands in greeting: "Greetings, Senior Hua."

"Wait!" Hua Lengyun waved his sleeve and said coldly and seriously, "We are both Golden Core cultivators, so this title of 'senior' is too formal."

After saying that, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, "If you don't mind, just call me Uncle."

Zhao Wuji looked slightly surprised, his gaze lingering for a moment on Hua Qingshuang's feigned calm face before he smiled and bowed solemnly: "Uncle."

Soon, the twilight completely faded, and the sky brightened.

Before the stench of blood from the battlefield had even dissipated, the Wang family members and sword cultivators from the Qilin Sword Sect had already swiftly cleared the battlefield, sorting and collecting the monster corpses.

The flesh, bones, and fur of these demonic beasts were all top-grade spiritual materials, which, with a little refining, would become excellent ingredients for pills and talismans. Hua Qingshuang ordered these resources to be distributed to the participating cultivators as compensation and rewards, which invigorated everyone and made them even more supportive of the new family head, whose prestige grew daily.

On a distant mountaintop, a swarm of independent cultivators had already gathered, watching eagerly.

After the Wang family and the Sword Sect cultivators withdrew, they immediately pounced on the ravaged battlefield like hungry wolves.

These independent cultivators bent down and dug through the blood-stained soil.

They even fought over the remaining bits of bone and flesh among the grass, and carefully shoveled up the soil soaked with demon blood to refine later.

For these independent cultivators without any sect or affiliation, these scraps were already a considerable gain.

At midday, in the council hall of Balong Mountain.

Hua Qingshuang, dressed in a plain white dress, was as aloof as frost. She bowed solemnly to Xiao Chenzhou and said, "This time, thanks to Xiao Jianzi leading the troops to come to our aid, otherwise the Wang family's losses would have been incalculable."

Xiao Chenzhou waved his hand casually, his blood-red Qilin-patterned robe making him appear spirited: "Patriarch Hua, you are too kind! As the leader of the Qilin Sword Sect in Beiyun, it is our duty to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path. Besides..."

As he spoke, he turned to Zhao Wuji, his admiration undisguised, "This plan was all arranged by Senior Brother Zhao, and we all benefited from it."

Senior Brother Zhao's sword strike that slew the Crimson-Eyed Demon King was truly awe-inspiring! After this battle, the name 'Heavenly Qilin' will surely resound throughout the Nine Provinces!

"Junior Brother Xiao, there's no need for you to be so polite and flattering."

Beside him, Zhao Wuji smiled faintly.

His purple-gold robe with a qilin pattern flowed like a living creature, making him appear even more handsome and refined, captivating the eyes of the two female sword cultivators beside him.

"Haha! Alright. Senior Brother Zhao and I really don't need to stand on ceremony, let's skip this."

As Xiao Chenzhou spoke, he suddenly turned his head, his gaze shooting like lightning towards Yang Su, who was bound by a restrictive magical artifact at the corner of the hall.

At this moment, Yang Su's face was deathly pale, his brocade robe was torn, and he no longer had the arrogant demeanor he had shown before.

"Young Master Yang!"

Xiao Chenzhou sneered, the Sunset Sword at his waist humming. "You colluded with demons, slaughtered your fellow cultivators, and brought calamity to my Beiyun Dizhou. This crime deserves death! What else do you have to say?"

A chilling murderous intent instantly filled the hall!
Yang Su's face turned deathly pale, and he trembled all over. He hurriedly knelt down, but instead of begging Xiao Chenzhou for mercy, he looked at Zhao Wuji, who clearly held more weight, and said in a trembling voice, "Master Zhao! I was confused for a moment and was bewitched by the demonic cultivators, which is why I committed such a terrible mistake! Please, Master, spare my life!"

Zhao Wuji chuckled lightly, his gaze as indifferent as frost: "A moment of confusion? Can a mere word of confusion absolve you of your sins and bring back the lives of those who died in the mouths of demonic beasts?"

Yang Su's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he repeatedly kowtowed, saying, "I am willing to compensate! The Yang family is willing to give everything to make up for the Wang family's losses!"

"Can you represent your Yang family?" Zhao Wuji chuckled.

Xiao Chenzhou stepped forward and said coldly, "Yang Su, you colluded with demons and slaughtered your fellow practitioners. Your crimes are unforgivable!"
Even if the Wang family is willing to spare you, the Qilin Sword Sect will never let this go!

He turned to Zhao Wuji and asked, "Senior Brother Zhao, what do you plan to do with this person?"

Zhao Wuji calmly transmitted his voice, "First, use him to demand compensation from the Yang family. As for how to deal with him afterwards, that's up to the sect to decide."

Xiao Chenzhou nodded and transmitted his voice, "Not only will they demand compensation, but the Qilin Sword Sect will also hold the Yang family accountable!"

"If the sect is willing to use this to attack the Yang family, that would be perfect."

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, glanced at Yang Su, and transmitted his voice, "Junior Brother Xiao, you shall personally escort this person back to the sect and await further instructions."

"it is good!"

Xiao Chenzhou didn't hesitate either, waving his hand to signal the sword cultivators behind him to step forward and take Yang Su away.

Soon, Xiao Chenzhou led a group of sword cultivators away to return to his sect and report back.

Half a day later.

Inside the Pot Heaven space.

Zhao Wuji and Hua Qingshuang stood side by side, facing the enormous corpse of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King.

"This time, so many demons were killed, including the Thirteen Demon Princes and the Crimson-Eyed Demon King, who were all under the command of the Demon Lord of the River Continent."

Zhao Wuji's gaze turned serious. "The Demon Lord might retaliate in the future, so we need to be more vigilant and improve our strength."

Hua Qingshuang nodded slightly, a resolute look appearing on her cool face: "Beiyun Dizhou is, after all, the territory of the Qilin Sword Sect. This time, the trouble has escalated so much that the Sword Lord Wentian may challenge the Demon Lord. In the short term, these demons should not dare to come again."

Zhao Wuji nodded, then said no more and began to deal with the corpse of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King.

With a flick of his sword, the Frost Soul Flying Sword swept across the Demon King's corpse like a swimming dragon.

Without the protection of demonic power, the demon king's corpse, though still possessing formidable defensive capabilities, could no longer withstand the sharpness of the Cold Soul Flying Sword.

Zhao Wuji precisely cut open his chest and took out a blood-red demon core.

The surface of the demon core was entwined with wisps of black energy, emanating violent demonic power fluctuations and radiating astonishing spiritual might.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and he said, "This demon core contains the life cultivation of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King. If I can refine it, it will surely help my martial arts cultivation to advance further."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly as she reminded, "The demon core is extremely potent with malevolent energy, so you must be careful when refining it. It would be best to refine it into a pill."

"Yes, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Zhao Wuji nodded, flipped his hand to put away the demon core, and then continued to decompose the demon corpse.

With a precise sword stroke, he cleaved open the grotesque eye socket of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King, completely gouging out the fist-sized crimson pupil.

The surface of its pupils was covered with blood-red patterns, and even after leaving its demonic body, it still shone with a dangerous red light, as if it could unleash a beam of destruction at any moment.

"This red eye is indeed strange, containing the divine power of the Red-Eyed Demon King."

Zhao Wuji lightly touched the surface of the pupil with his fingertip, and it was immediately burned and turned into blue smoke.

He activated his double pupils to examine them closely and discovered that the demon king's essence blood still remained within them. "Perhaps it can be refined into a pill to help our double pupils also possess this red-eyed supernatural power. If not, refining it into a magic weapon is also an excellent choice."

"good idea."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes lit up, and she took the heavy, demonic eye with her delicate hand.

The crimson light added a touch of glamour to her cool and aloof face: "This thing is indeed mysterious. With your alchemy skills, Wuji, you might actually be able to refine a divine elixir."

She flipped her hand and took out the Cold Jade Box to seal the Demon Eye, then handed it to Zhao Wuji.

In addition, the Crimson-Eyed Demon King's fur is as tough as iron, and its bones are excellent level-five materials for crafting magical artifacts.

The flesh and blood contain rich demonic power, which can be used to feed the Blood King Gu, or it can be roasted and eaten using the Boiling Stone Technique.

Zhao Wuji worked swiftly and quickly finished processing the demon corpse, sorting and storing the various materials into his storage bag.

"Next, we need to improve our strength to prepare for possible retaliation."

Zhao Wuji's gaze was deep as he swept over the corpses of the thirteen demon sons to the side. With a wave of his hand, the storage bag flew into his palm.

After scanning the area with his divine sense and confirming that there were no special restrictions, he took out the storage bag along with the Crimson-Eyed Demon King's claws, fur, and the eerie Ten Thousand Souls Gathering Beast Banner, and handed it to Hua Qingshuang.

"Peak Master, you should use the Wang family's channels to process these materials and exchange them for resources."

He smiled and said, "If there is an opportunity, it would be best to exchange for the Supreme Yang Dragon Marrow or the Supreme Yang Spring. I really need these kinds of treasures."

Hua Qingshuang took it, and her fingertips inadvertently touched Zhao Wuji's palm. She trembled slightly as if she had been electrocuted, but she forced herself to remain calm and did not immediately pull back.

A barely perceptible blush appeared on her usually aloof and frosty face, making her look exceptionally beautiful against her fair skin.

"Don't worry, I'll arrange everything."

She responded softly, her voice gentler than usual, and glanced at Zhao Wuji.

Those eyes, as clear and cold as a frozen pool, now rippled slightly, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.

In the end, she turned and left, her white robes fluttering, like a pure and cold snow lotus.

Zhao Wuji watched Hua Qingshuang's departing figure from the Pot Heaven Space, a smile flashing in his eyes.

He could sense the peak master's emotional fluctuations.

However, the peak master was aloof and didn't point it out. He let everything develop naturally, and there would always be a day when things would blossom.

Zhao Wuji then rolled up his sleeves and gathered up the corpses of the thirteen demon sons.

He then used his medical skills to treat the corpse, quickly healing the wounds on the thirteen demon princes' bodies.

next moment.

With a flash, he arrived at the sealing formation at the edge of the Pot Heaven Space.

With a flick of his sleeve, the array's light screen rippled out like waves, revealing the dim primordial spirit of the Star River Daoist within the jade box.

"Fellow Daoist Xinghe".

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly, "I have good news for you. I have found you an excellent body for possession."

The primordial spirit within the jade box suddenly shone with spiritual light, and Daoist Xinghe's voice trembled: "What? A possessed body?"

Amidst the buzzing of the Gu worms, his primordial spirit emerged with a head, saw the corpses of the thirteen demon sons, and his soul body immediately flickered with excitement.

"This is the corpse of a Golden Core cultivator? And he just died recently!"

“Not bad. I just killed him, directly annihilating his soul. As for the injuries on his body, I have already healed them.”

Zhao Wuji pointed his sword and the corpses of the thirteen demon sons flew close to him.

The corpse's black robes fluttered in the wind. Although its soul had been annihilated, its golden core remained intact, and a faint spiritual light still emanated from its dantian.

He lightly touched the corpse's brow with his fingertip and said, "This is the Thirteen Demon Princes of the River Beyond the Continent, with the cultivation of the early Golden Core stage. Apart from possibly attracting the Demon Lord's hatred, it should be considered a very superior body to be possessed."

"Good, good body! Demon Lord, Demon Lord is nothing!"

Xinghe Daoist's primordial spirit trembled violently, and the Gu worms were shaken and scattered and fled.

He stared intently at the corpse, his voice hoarse: "Moreover, this physical body is still very young, and its spiritual aptitude is also very strong. Although it cannot compare to the Nascent Soul Dao Body, the physical body of the early Golden Core stage is just right for the strength of my remnant soul!"

Zhao Wuji chuckled lightly, then suddenly pointed his fingers into a sword and struck the corpse's dantian.

A wisp of golden core spiritual energy was transferred in, delaying the dissipation of the golden core.

"This is not the end of the Dharma era, otherwise this golden core would have dissipated long ago. Now, it can at least last for three days. However..."

He paused meaningfully, "After you seize the body, you must immediately use the Xuan Tian Sect's secret method to solidify your core, otherwise your cultivation level may drop to the Condensation Realm."

"I know!"

Xinghe Daoist urged impatiently, "Quickly release the seal! This body is losing its life force. I need to go in!"

"Not urgent."

Zhao Wuji suddenly flipped his palm down, putting the corpse back into his storage bag. Under the astonished gaze of Xinghe Daoren, he slowly said, "Fellow Daoist, have you forgotten the Nine Nether Profound Yin Slaughtering Heart Curse? Before seizing a body, you must make another oath."

The primordial spirit in the jade box immediately slumped down and said with a bitter smile, "Absolutely. I swear that after I possess your body, I will keep my promise, help you three times, and offer you half of the Xuan Tian Sect's secret treasures."

Only after Xinghe Daoren swore an oath again with the Soul Blood Condensation Incantation did Zhao Wuji nod in satisfaction.

With a wave of his sleeve, the corpses of the thirteen demon sons reappeared.

"Fellow Daoist, please—" "Possession!"

"Hahaha, the old man has arrived!"

Xinghe Daoist's primordial spirit transformed into a gray ray of light, burrowing into the corpse's brow like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

In an instant, the black robe fluttered without wind, and the golden core in his dantian, which was on the verge of disintegration, suddenly lit up with a strange starlight and began to rotate in reverse.
(End of this chapter)