Immortals of the End Times

On Sword Immortal Mountain, two figures walked side by side along the winding mountain path.

The withered leaves beneath his feet swirled and were pulverized by the surging sword energy, scattering softly onto the bluestone steps.

Zhao Wuji's robes fluttered in the wind, and sword mist swirled around him like gauze.

Cang Yunzi was dressed in white, his sword domain as thin as a cicada's wing.

The two climbed the steps, and with each step, the mountain path trembled slightly.

The Sword Immortal Mountain is heavily fortified, with sword energy coiling like dragons from all directions.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators dare not easily take to the air, lest they disturb the sleeping sword intent within the mountains.

The higher one goes, the more ferocious the restrictive sword energy becomes, with sword energy that seems to be tangible weaving into a net in the void, enveloping the entire mountain peak.

As the two were traveling, they suddenly heard a clear, resonant sword cry coming from the depths of the clouds.

But then, clouds and mist surged on the mountaintop, and thousands of sword energies suddenly condensed into a heaven-reaching sword realm, cascading down like an inverted Milky Way.

The sword energy seemed to possess a spirit; it was not an inanimate object.

Each wisp resonated like a living thing, transforming into countless flying swords, their cold light piercing to the bone, their sword momentum like a surging tide.

Amidst the intertwining sword lights, hundreds of illusory figures of sword cultivators faintly appeared, some wielding swords to slash and others making hand seals to control their swords.

It was as if the lingering resentments of all the sword cultivators of Sword Immortal Mountain throughout the ages had been revived at this moment, as if they were about to cut the two of them down on the mountain path!

"Well done!"

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly and drew his sword through the air.

The Soul-Splitting Frostlight Flying Sword rang out from his sleeve, splitting into a hundred frost rainbows that condensed into a chilling sword domain in front of him.

As the sword light swirled, the sword intent of the crescent moon surged like the tide.

Wherever it passed, the incoming sword energy froze, turning into ice crystals that fell in a flurry.

Suddenly the mountain path trembled, as if the restrictions on the mountain had been provoked.

Thousands of sword energies twisted and intertwined like living things, transforming into a chilling net of swords that pressed down from above!

"Be careful, young friend!"

With a clear shout, Cang Yunzi unleashed the Water Cloud Sword from his sleeve, which darted out like a swimming dragon.

This divine treasure, left behind by Shuiyunzi, the founder of the Immortal Saint Sect, resonated with a long, clear sound.

The ripples spreading from the sword's blade condensed in the void, forming the image of an inverted Milky Way.

Wherever the sword's momentum reached, the raging sword tide was like snow meeting boiling water, forcibly tearing open a path several meters wide.

However, the sword realm atop the mountain seemed to possess sentience, and upon sensing the threat, it suddenly contracted.

The countless sword energies instantly condensed into a thousand-foot-long sword aura.

Its power was so great that even the void itself groaned in despair.

"This mountain is indeed difficult to climb!"

Zhao Wuji's gaze sharpened, and he suddenly slapped the scabbard at his waist.

"Hidden Edge, Devour!"

The hidden blade scabbard hummed, and its opening suddenly expanded, like a gluttonous beast opening its mouth, swallowing the boundless sword energy into it.

Instantly, the runes on the surface of the scabbard flashed brightly and wildly, as if unable to withstand such a powerful sword intent, and the scabbard trembled as if about to crack.

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and a wisp of sword intent suddenly bloomed from the illusory image of the nine-leaf sword grass in his dantian.

Within his dantian, the grass leaves swayed gently, and a streak of emerald light, like a rainbow from beyond the sky, swept out horizontally.

Where the sword light passed.

The thousand-foot sword barrier was cleaved open like a thin sheet of paper, and the remaining sword energy dissipated with a mournful cry, no longer daring to approach it!
"it is good!"

Upon seeing this, Cang Yunzi's pupils constricted sharply. He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Water Cloud Sword: "Open!"

The inscriptions on the Water Cloud Sword lit up one after another, and the sword intent formed by a wisp of divine transformation rhyme within the sword surged like a tide.

The sword light surged a hundred feet, actually piercing through the final barrier amidst the collapsing sword realm.

The old Taoist priest, his white beard stained with blood, said in a deep voice, “This mountain’s sword realm is in harmony with the supreme sword intent of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, which can cleave through all realms. Young friend Zhao, hurry up!”

Just as the two broke through the barrier.

A sudden change occurred!

"boom!"

Above the mountain peak, the demonic clouds exploded.

A figure in black robes descended like a tiger from the mountain, bringing with him overwhelming demonic power!

"Boy, hand over the Qingzhou Cauldron!"

The demonic voice of the Nine Netherworld Demon Lord pierced the ears, sounding like cold iron striking each other in the Nine Netherworld, causing the rocks on the mountain path to tumble down.

His right eye's double pupil, a purplish-black vortex, suddenly contracted, and the void distorted and collapsed like a mirror.

Then, nine soul-destroying chains, entwined with Netherworld Flame, pierced through the air and arrived.

Demonic flames surged on the chains, and each link was engraved with ferocious demonic patterns, resembling nine soul-devouring evil dragons, aiming straight for Zhao Wuji's dantian!
"Nine Netherworlds! Your opponent is me!"

With a clear whistle, Cang Yunzi unleashed the Water Cloud Sword, which moved like a dragon emerging from the abyss.

"Fellow Daoist Cangyunzi, why the rush to interfere?"

Huang Shang, dressed in a Taoist robe, made a hand seal, and suddenly a rusty dragon seal flew out from his sleeve.

The seal is engraved with the four ancient seal characters '山河社稷' (mountains, rivers, and state), and its appearance immediately caused the earth's veins within a radius of hundreds of feet to tremble.

His withered fingers formed a magic seal, and the ancient seal swelled in the wind, transforming into the size of a mountain that pressed down upon him.

"town!"

With a low shout from Huang Shang, a dazzling golden light burst forth from the bottom of the ancient seal.

Countless Dao patterns hung down like chains, intertwining in the void to form a sealing restriction.

The Water Cloud Sword was like a dragon entering a net. The sword body immediately hummed and trembled. The azure sword light was wrapped by layers of golden Dao patterns, and it was difficult to break free for a moment!
Even more astonishingly, Huang Shang simultaneously performed the "Close at Hand, Far Away" incantation with his left hand.

As his sleeves billowed, the void within a radius of ten feet twisted and folded like origami.

The Water Cloud Sword, which was clearly within reach, now seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Every inch the sword light advanced, it had to pierce through layers of void folds, causing its speed to drop by more than 70%.

Faced with the sudden and deadly attack from the Nine Nether Demon Lord, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a cold light, but he showed no sign of panic.

"Sword Explosion!"

He raised his hand and pointed, and countless sword lights burst forth from the mouth of the scabbard.

"Boom!"

The thousand-foot-long sword energy that had just been devoured surged forth like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss, transforming into a torrential rain of sword energy that swept outwards!

"boom!!"

The sword's cry was like thunder, the mountain path trembled, and the void seemed to be torn apart.

Countless sword energies danced wildly like silver snakes, weaving together a net of destruction that enveloped the Nine Nether Demon Lord!

"Clang clang clang!"

Before the nine nether chains even got close, they were torn apart inch by inch by the violent sword energy.

The demonic flames wrapped around the chains were extinguished in an instant, like candles flickering in the wind, turning into a sky full of flowing fire that scattered in all directions!
"Humph!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's black robes billowed like dark clouds pressing down, and his right eye's double pupil suddenly split open.

Six purple-black vortexes spun wildly deep within his pupils, their demonic power overwhelming!

His pale, slender fingers, like eagle claws, cleaved through the air, tearing cracks in the void.

"Demon Eye - Collapse!"

Wherever his gaze fell, the void twisted and shattered like glass.

Three miniature black holes appeared in a triangular shape, their devouring power so intense that even light was distorted.

The incoming sword energy, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, was completely swallowed up and plunged into the abyss of nothingness!
"Pray for clear skies!"

Zhao Wuji made a hand seal with his sword fingers, and like a thunderclap, the seven divine wheels between his eyebrows suddenly lit up.

Suddenly, a burst of golden light erupted from above, like the sun falling from the heavens to earth.

The pure Yang sword intent transformed into tangible flames, condensing into a magnificent sword domain within three zhang around him.

"boom!!"

A blazing burst of light swept across the eight directions.

The thick, dark clouds that shrouded the mountain peaks churned and dispersed wildly under the majestic power of the heavens, like boiling water in a frying pan.

Countless beams of pure Yang sword light, like golden crows spreading their wings, pierced through the demonic miasma in all directions.

Wherever it passed, demonic energy surged and emitted hissing sounds.

The three demonic black holes that devoured everything evaporated like snow meeting the blazing sun in the blinding golden light, turning into wisps of demonic smoke. Countless distorted demonic faces could be vaguely seen wailing as they dissipated.

Not far away, Cang Yunzi's expression relaxed slightly upon seeing this. The azure sword light of the Shuiyun Sword surged, shattering the golden patterns of the Daoist scripture that were wrapped around it inch by inch.

"Don't even think about shaking me off!"

Huang Shang grunted and stepped back, the Daoist scripture in his hand swirling around him with a 'whoosh', then condensing into a new restriction that wrapped around him.

"court death!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic eyes narrowed sharply, and a cold and ruthless look appeared on his pale face.

Six purple-black vortexes spun wildly in his left eye, and his terrifying divine sense, perfected at the Nascent Soul stage, poured out like a cold tide from the depths of hell.

The black robe fluttered without wind, and the hidden soul-destroying chains in the sleeves clanged.

In an instant, it seemed as if the world had changed color.

Zhao Wuji felt a violent tremor in his sea of ​​consciousness, as thousands of demonic thoughts burrowed into his body like venomous snakes, and he heard a demonic sound like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts in his ears.

"fall!"

A demonic sound pierced his mind.

Zhao Wuji let out a muffled groan, and the scene before him suddenly changed.

The blazing sun before them twisted into a blood moon hanging in the sky, and the pure Yang sword light transformed into a torrential downpour of putrid blood.

Even the protective spiritual energy was like a candle flickering in the wind, beginning to dissipate inch by inch.

This is precisely the most insidious effect of the Six Thieves Demon Eyes: "Inversion of the Five Aggregates"!
His eyes gradually lost their clarity, as if he were in the deepest hell, and even his Dao heart began to waver.

"Exorcise the spirits!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal, and the seven divine wheels between his eyebrows burst open like the sun, with dazzling golden light shooting out from his seven orifices.

The little golden figure in the sea of ​​consciousness glared angrily and unleashed two beams of divine light, like golden swords, shattering the demonic thoughts that had invaded the Purple Mansion.

The Demon Lord grunted and staggered back three steps, a look of surprise appearing in his demonic eyes for the first time.

This junior, who is only in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, has a primordial spirit strength that is only slightly inferior to mine.
Moreover, this technique...
"Generate light!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the Demon Lord was distracted, Zhao Wuji regained his senses, clasped his hands together, and suddenly pulled them apart.

The long-awaited Pure Sunball exploded in the palm of my hand.

With a loud 'boom'!
A blinding white light, like a celestial river bursting its banks, and a dazzling golden light instantly engulfed the hundred-foot mountain path.

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's protective demonic flames emitted a 'sizzling' sound.

The black robe was scorched and peeled away inch by inch in the blinding glare, revealing skin as pale as a corpse.

“Boom!!”

Within the burst of light.

A bolt of purple lightning flashed like a slash across the sky!

The Thunderclap Spear was wrapped in 'thunder crystals' forged from the Azure Cauldron, and the golden lightning bolts shooting from its tip danced wildly like thousands of golden snakes.

Each ray of lightning contains the supreme yang energy that burns away demons and destroys evil.

Wherever it passed, the void distorted, leaving seven dazzling lightning streaks trailing behind the gun!
"Nine Nether Soul Devourer!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord snorted coldly and spread his five fingers wide.

His right eye, with its double pupil and swirling purple-black vortex, suddenly flicked his sleeve, and his natal demonic banner shot into the sky from his sleeve.

The six ancestral demon statues on the banner simultaneously opened their blood-red eyes.

Nine chains, entwined with Netherworld Fire, wove together like a monstrous dragon emerging from the sea, forming a vast net in the void.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

The chains clashed with the Thunderclap Spear, producing a metallic clang.

Demonic flames and golden lightning intertwined, illuminating the entire mountain path with flickering light and shadow.

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly made a hand seal and shouted in a low voice:

"burst!"

"Boom!"

An astonishing arc of lightning suddenly lit up the gun body, and the sealed lightning crystal exploded with a bang.

The raging thunderous liquid danced like golden snakes, pouring down the chains and onto the demon banner.

The Netherworld Fire, which was powerful enough to corrode Nascent Souls and Primordial Spirits, was actually hissed and crackled as it was devoured by the Golden Lightning.

The banner-faced demon statue let out a mournful wail, and its demonic patterns instantly dimmed to the color of charcoal!
"Call the wind and rain!"

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhao Wuji rolled up his sleeves.

The Soul-Devouring Wind Pearl shot out from the left sleeve, swelling into a hundred-foot-long black vortex in the wind.

The wind seemed to carry the howls of countless vengeful spirits, and every gust of wind was as sharp as a blade.

The air became blurred wherever it passed, and even spiritual energy was completely swallowed up.

The bone-chilling, rain-soaked needles in his right sleeve poured down like a torrential downpour; their dark blue tips were as fine as cow's hair, yet they intertwined in the air to form a poisonous net that blotted out the sky.

Each rain needle is coated with a deadly poison that corrodes bones, and its tip gleams with a chilling light that sends shivers down your spine.

"Boom!"

In the instant the black wind and poisonous rain merged, a destructive tornado that stretched to the heavens and the earth was formed.

The black gale, like a giant python, strangled and slashed, while the dark blue poison needles, like an inverted galaxy, intertwined and spun, completely devouring and assimilating the restrictive sword energy that attacked from the mountain path.

With each rotation of the tornado, its power increased by three percent.

The stone steps of the mountain path were eroded into a dense network of honeycomb-like holes, and the gravel was pulverized before it could even fly.

Even more terrifying is that after absorbing the sword energy, silver-white sword patterns appeared on the surface of the tornado, causing its destructive power to rise again!
"How can this kid possess so many amazing spells, and also these level six magic treasures?"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's face was gloomy. He suddenly retreated ten feet, his eyes as cold as the iron of the Nine Netherworld.

As his black robes fluttered, demonic flames erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption, condensing into six ferocious phantom images of ancestral demons behind him.

"boom!!"

The terrifying pressure of a fully-fledged Nascent Soul cultivator exploded out, causing the entire mountain path to tremble violently, and the sword marks and restrictions on the surrounding rock walls were shattered.

"You have every reason to be proud that you could force me to use the blood of the Nine Netherworld True Demon!"

His pale face was covered with hideous demonic patterns, and he bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of pure demonic blood.

With a flick of the wrist.

The blood condensed into Netherworld runes in the air, all of which disappeared into the Natal Demon Banner.

"The Demonic Sound of the Sixth Patriarch!"

The demon banner fluttered wildly, and the six ancestral demon statues on its surface opened their eyes simultaneously, emitting a piercing shriek that seemed to cut through the clouds.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the void cracked inch by inch, like a mirror.

The black sound waves materialized into countless ghostly skeletons, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at the wind and rain tornado.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The soul-devouring gale, sweeping and impacting like a tornado, was frozen into black ice crystals by the demonic sound, while the bone-corroding rain needles exploded into a ghostly blue poisonous mist in mid-air and bounced back.

Zhao Wuji's body trembled violently, his protective sword domain struck as if by a heavy hammer, forcing him to retreat seven steps, his footsteps leaving deep cracks in the bluestone steps. "Die!"

The demonic flames in the eyes of the Nine Nether Demon Lord surged, and he pressed his advantage relentlessly.

His right eye had a double pupil, and the purplish-black vortex spun wildly to its extreme.

Three black voids suddenly appeared in a triangular shape.

As the black hole spun, it devoured light, even tearing the sword energy that restricted the mountain path to shreds and sucking it in, completely sealing off all of Zhao Wuji's escape routes!
"Summoning clouds and drawing lightning!"

Zhao Wuji suppressed his surging blood and qi and the shock to his dantian, and with a wave of his sleeve, the Bewitching Fan unfolded with a 'whoosh'.

The twelve Gengjin feathers burst forth with a dazzling cold light, and the clouds and mist in the sky instantly condensed into a thundercloud vortex.

The purple lightning stored within the wreckage of the Thunderclap Spear burst forth like a celestial river bursting its banks, transforming into a hundred-foot-long thunder dragon that roared forth.

"Boom!"

The moment the Thunder Dragon collided with the black hole, the entire Sword Immortal Mountain trembled.

The burst of turbulent energy severed the Hundred-Zhang Mountain Path in half.

The bluestone steps turned to dust in the blinding light.

The shockwave caused the ancient sword marks on the distant rock face to flake off!

"puff!"

Zhao Wuji's body trembled violently, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Crimson blood droplets exploded in mid-air, like specks of red plum blossoms.

He staggered backward.

Ultimately, his cultivation was not as strong as that of the Nine Nether Demon Lord, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. Under the impact of such violent energy, his internal organs were struck as if by lightning.

If it weren't for his powerful physical body, the profound foundation of his three Golden Core breakthroughs into Nascent Souls, and his advanced Primordial Spirit, he would have been different.

It's simply impossible for someone with only mid-Nascent Soul level strength to fight against an old demon like the Nine Nether Demon Lord who has reached the Nascent Soul stage.

It should be noted that other mid-Nascent Soul stage demons would be no match for the Nine Nether Demon Lord.

"Boy, you can die with a smile on your face now that I've used this 'Nine Netherworld Immortal-Slaying Sword' to kill you!"

Just then, the Nine Nether Demon Lord unleashed a torrent of demonic energy.

His pale right hand, with its bulging muscles, slowly drew a jet-black demonic sword from the void.

Nine demonic dragons coiled around the sword.

Its eyes were blood-red, and its birth caused the restrictions on Sword Immortal Mountain to tremble violently, distorting the surrounding void.

"cut!"

The demonic sword swept across.

"Roar!!"

The nine demonic dragons roared in unison.

Wherever the sword light passed, the surrounding air was torn apart like cloth, creating nine pitch-black cracks.

From each crack emerged a ferocious dragon head, its scarlet eyes locking onto Zhao Wuji.

The dragon's mouth opened wide, spewing out ghostly flames that corroded the soul; wherever it passed, even rocks turned into pus!

Nine dragon-shaped sword energies sealed off all directions, forcing Zhao Wuji into a desperate situation.

The sword domain surrounding him sizzled under the scorching demonic flames, and his protective spiritual power flickered like a candle in the wind.

A suffocating aura of death assaulted us, making even breathing feel unbearably hot, as if we were in the deepest hell.

"Slaying Immortals!"

In the critical moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly turned ruthless and let out a low shout.

A crimson light pierced the sky from his sleeve, like a blood-red rainbow arching across the heavens.

The trump card was finally used.

The moment the Immortal-Slaying Spear appeared, the three Nascent Soul Dragon Souls on the spear tassel roared angrily in unison.

A blood-red aura shot up from his sleeves.

A dark gold branch emerged like a monstrous dragon rising from the sea, and the thick arm of the demon tree's clone emerged from the sleeve.

The Seven Emotions Demon Flower bloomed with dazzling blood light between his fingers, and he grasped the handle of the Immortal Slayer Spear with lightning speed!
"laugh!!"

The spear flashed like a dragon, and the blood-red sun exploded!
The moment the Immortal-Slaying Spear and the Nine Nether Immortal-Slaying Sword collided with a deafening roar, the entire Sword Immortal Mountain trembled.

The crimson aura bursting from the spear tip surged like a reversed Milky Way, rising in the wind and transforming into a six-hundred-foot-long blood rainbow that pierced the sky.

The thick barrel of the gun evoked the horrific scene of slaughtering cultivators back then.

Countless souls wailed in the blood-red aura, transforming into streaks of crimson lines that coiled around the gun barrel.

The spear tassels danced, and the three Nascent Soul dragon souls roared to the sky. In the dragon roars, the phantom images of the cultivators who had been killed in the past appeared.

The nine demonic dragon sword energies also suddenly reflected a terrifying scene from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds in the dragon's eyes.

Six illusory figures of ancestral demons, obscuring the sky and the sun, opened their eyes in the endless abyss of the Nine Netherworld.

The icy gaze pierced through the netherworld, freezing the void like eternal ice.

Abyss Gazes!

"boom!!"

Demonic flames and bloodlust intertwined, exploding into a lotus of destruction in the void.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the rocks were reduced to dust, and even the restrictions on Sword Immortal Mountain were torn open with cracks!

The Immortal-Slaying Spear swept forward with unstoppable force, while the three dragon souls wrapped around its shaft frantically tore at the Demon Sword's blade.

The Netherworld Demon Flame, powerful enough to corrode a Nascent Soul, was actually hissed and retreated inch by inch due to the backlash from the Blood Fiend of the Spear Tassel!

The Nine Netherworld Immortal-Slaying Sword let out a mournful cry, its blade cracking under the strain.

"How is this possible?! This spear is the Immortal-Slaying Spear?!"

The Demon Lord's demonic eyes narrowed sharply, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared on his pale face.

His figure flew backward again.

Suddenly, its entire body burst forth with astonishing demonic radiance, revealing the jet-black 'Nine Nether Profound Scale Armor'.

The surface of the demonic armor was covered with vicious barbs.

Each scale is engraved with the Ancestral Demon Devouring Heaven pattern, and at this moment it is spitting out chilling demonic flames.

"Nine Netherworld Protection!"

The Demon Lord roared, and the moment he opened his arms, his demonic armor suddenly expanded, bursting through his robes.

Countless black scales stood upright, actually forming a nine-layered Netherworld Barrier on its body surface.

A phantom of an ancestral demon appeared in each layer of the barrier.

He sits alone on a lotus platform made of white bones, holding a rosary of skulls, his compassion concealing a murderous intent.

It has three heads and six arms, each wielding a blood-stained knife, a bone banner, a human-skin drum, and other malevolent and demonic weapons.

The nine demonic shadows each had a different form, yet all exuded a terrifying, suffocating pressure!
"laugh!"

The Immortal-Slaying Spear continued its momentum, and the cold light at its tip, like a star falling to earth, actually stirred up dazzling sparks on the Ninefold Demon Shadow Barrier.

"Boom!"

The moment the spear tip touched the demonic armor, the Nine Nether Mystic Scale Armor burst forth with dazzling demonic light, and the nine layers of barriers simultaneously lit up with Netherworld runes, actually managing to forcefully block the Immortal-Slaying Spear!

"Oh no, it's the Nine Nether Ancestral Demon!"

At the mountain's neck, Cangyunzi's sword-like eyebrows shot up upon seeing this.

The Water Cloud Sword trembled violently as it collided with the Dragon Seal unleashed by Huang Chang, its cry resounding like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens.

The sect leader of the Immortal Saint Sect bristled with white hair, his face was crimson, and his sword domain suddenly expanded by three zhang, shattering the restrictive spiritual patterns that bound the dragon seal inch by inch.

"Step aside!"

Cang Yunzi let out a clear shout that was like thunder in the sky. His left hand formed a sword incantation, and his right hand swept up the horsetail whisk like a reversed Milky Way.

An astonishing sword intent burst forth from his body, condensing into a hundred-foot-long sword rainbow in the void, pointing directly at Huang Chang's throat!
"Clone!"

The moment the layers of ancestral magic images appeared, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a cold light, his gaze as ruthless as a knife.

His sleeves billowed suddenly like clouds, and dark gold branches burst forth from the space of the pot-shaped heaven.

"boom!"

The portal to the hidden space within the sleeve suddenly opened wide.

A terrifying figure, thousands of feet tall, shattered the void and emerged!

The demon tree clone was entirely dark gold, its gnarled branches coiled like dragon tendons, and the Seven Emotions Demon Flower bloomed with blood-red light that pierced the sky.

The six-hundred-foot-long Immortal-Slaying Spear held in the ferocious tree's hand was wrapped in a tangible blood-red aura, turning the surrounding thousand-foot-wide void crimson.

"die!"

The demon tree clone glared angrily, and Xiang Yu's battle body unleashed its full power.

This thrust of the spear seemed to pierce through the nine heavens!

"Crack! Click!"

The nine-layered Netherworld Barrier shattered one after another like thin paper, and the illusory image of the Ancestral Demon let out a mournful howl before collapsing with a bang.

The Nine Nether Profound Scale Armor, unleashed at full power, was torn open with a huge rip the moment the spear tip touched it!

“Ugh!”

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic body trembled violently, and he let out a painful groan.

The Azure Sea Dragon Soul frantically burrowed into the meridians through the wound, spraying demonic blood like a fountain wherever it passed.

His entire right arm exploded amidst the bloody aura, flesh and bones turning to dust!
"What exactly is this?"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic eyes trembled violently, his vision reflecting the terrifying figure of the demon tree clones that blotted out the sky and attacked.

Before the spear tip even arrived, the sharp killing intent had already made his soul tremble.

This powerful figure who had dominated the Nine Provinces was now experiencing a sense of utter defeat, feeling utterly powerless against him.

"The Yin Demon transforms into a shadow and vanishes!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord roared in anger, burning his primordial essence and blood, causing the purple-black vortex in his left eye to spin to its extreme.

At the very moment the Immortal-Slaying Spear was about to strike.

His figure exploded into nine black shadows that scattered and fled.

Using the force of the recoil, his true form instantly vanished a thousand feet away!
"Stay!"

at this time.

Cang Yunzi suddenly broke free from Huang Shang's entanglement, and the Shuiyun Sword transformed into a hundred-zhang-long Milky Way that stretched across the sky.

As the sword light passed, the three demonic shadow clones were instantly frozen and shattered.

The Demon Lord was forced to reveal his true form and was struck in the back by a descending sword aura. His demonic armor immediately burst forth with flames, tearing a crack in its surface.

At this critical moment of life and death, the Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic blood suddenly boiled, and his black robe ripped apart, revealing his stark white bones.

"You forced me to this!"

He roared to the sky, and his flesh and blood suddenly melted like wax, turning into torrents of demonic blood that poured into the void.

"Wow!!"

The void trembled, and a hundred-foot-tall portal to the Netherworld burst open with a deafening roar.

The portal was entirely black, its surface covered with twisted, demonic patterns, each one seemingly writhing and roaring.

On either side of the door frame are nine hideous skulls, their empty eye sockets spewing eerie green flames.

Within the portal, endless demonic energy seemed to pour out like a tidal wave, turning the rocks to dust wherever it passed.

Even more terrifying was the suffocating pressure of the ancestral demon.

The mere leakage of his aura caused the void to twist and deform like wrinkles!
"greedy!"

A demonic howl suddenly erupted from the depths of the netherworld.

Wherever the sound wave passed, the Water Cloud Sword flew backward as if struck by lightning, its blade trembling and groaning.

Cang Yunzi groaned and retreated violently, a trace of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Even the unstoppable Immortal-Slaying Spear was shaken back, and the dragon soul on the spear tassel let out a painful howl.

"boom!!"

The thousand-foot-tall demon tree clone trembled violently, its massive body being forced to retreat repeatedly by the sound waves.

"This is."

Zhao Wuji stopped abruptly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his heart trembled violently.

The terrifying aura contained within that surging demonic energy reminded him of the pressure he felt from the Nascent Soul Dao Lord behind the Gate of Mysterious Female, and it might even be more astonishing as he got closer to the gate.

Most terrifyingly, this aura seemed to originate from a more ancient and malevolent underworld, something that should not exist in this world.

The mere leakage of his aura caused his nascent soul in his dantian to feel as if it had fallen into an ice cave, and his primordial spirit to tremble.

"Retreat! It's an Undying Ancestral Demon from the Nine Netherworlds!"

Cang Yunzi roared like thunder, his jade crown binding his hair exploded, and his silver hair danced wildly in the demonic energy.

His face was more solemn than ever before, and the sword-shaped mark between his brows emitted a piercing, cold light.

The Water Cloud Sword trembled violently in front of him. Its azure light was eroded by demonic energy, causing it to flicker and become like a mosquito trapped in amber, unable to advance even an inch further!
Every wisp of demonic energy overflowing from that portal seemed to contain countless demonic shadows roaring within, dyeing the surrounding hundred-foot-wide void a suffocating, ghostly color.

"Nine Netherworlds has gone mad!!"

Huang Shang's expression changed drastically. His Taoist robe fluttered as his figure vanished like smoke. He had actually used the Free and Easy Wandering technique to escape thousands of miles away!
"You think you can escape? It's too late!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord had sacrificed half of his body, and his demonic eyes had gone completely blind due to the depletion of his demonic blood, yet he was still grinning maliciously.

His mangled body hovered before the portal, like the last offering on an altar, his demonic blood transforming into nine blood lines that continuously flowed into the Nine Nether Portal.

"At worst, I'll return to the Nine Nether Abyss. If you go there, you'll only die!!"

Before the words were even finished, the Nine Netherworld Gate suddenly trembled violently!
"Hey!"

A hideous, monstrous claw, obscuring the sky, tore open an even larger crack.

The demonic claw was pitch black, with sharp, hook-like nails and a viscous, ghostly liquid flowing across its surface. Each drop seemed to contain countless demonic souls dancing wildly within it.

The most chilling thing was that a demonic finger slowly emerged, as thick as a mountain, with its knuckles covered in hideous bone spurs.

The clear fingerprints were actually composed of countless twisted magic runes, each line writhing and roaring, exuding a suffocating evil aura!
“Long!!”

The entire Sword Immortal Mountain trembled the moment a single demonic finger was extended.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the mountain.

Countless pebbles tumbled down, as if the entire mountain was about to collapse under this terrifying pressure.

At the summit, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass suddenly swayed violently.

The sword energy hanging from the blades of grass gathered frantically as if facing a formidable enemy, weaving into a sky-covering sword net in the void.

A crisp sword cry resounded through the sky, and it had entered battle mode on its own!
The demonic claws struggled slowly within the portal, until finally only one finger managed to break through the interface's constraints.

It crashed down like a colossal pillar, locking onto Zhao Wuji and the demon tree clone, whose expressions had drastically changed.

"Kacha! Kacha!"

The demon tree's thousand-foot-tall body trembled violently, its dark gold branches cracked inch by inch, and the Seven Emotions Demon Flowers withered one by one under the onslaught of demonic energy.

Leaves and branches exploded like a torrential rain, corroding into wisps of green smoke in the void, suddenly revealing the dark gold patterns of Xiang Yu's battle body, which was the only way to resist the terrifying pressure.

Zhao Wuji also groaned as if his bones were being crushed by a hundred thousand mountains.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his sword domain twisted violently under the terrifying pressure, emitting a piercing 'creaking' sound.

The three-colored nascent souls circulated wildly within the Purple Mansion, and the seven divine wheels revolved like the great sun, yet their light was still suppressed and dimmed.

The most terrifying thing was that before the destructive demonic light condensed at the tip of that giant demonic finger could be released, the surrounding void had already begun to collapse inch by inch.
(End of this chapter)