Primordial Era: I am the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones, the gatekeeper of the Great Dao.

Chapter 65 The Demon Saint Falls, the Kunpeng's Path Widens!

"Too late!"

Suirenshi revealed a cold smile, and in front of Bai Ze, Jiuying and other demons, he continuously increased the force under his feet.

Ji Meng's head began to shatter, and blood splattered everywhere, staining the earth crimson.

"No!"

Many demon clan leaders screamed in terror.

Their faces were filled with fear.

But it was too late for any rescue efforts.

"The demon race slaughtered my human people. Today I will kill the demon saint Ji Meng and use his head and soul to appease those innocent human compatriots who have suffered."

"Martial Arts Power, Break!"

Immediately afterwards!

Amidst Suirenshi's nearly out-of-control roar, he stomped on Ji Meng's head and crushed it completely.

The sky was blood red.

A fierce storm raged, accompanied by deafening thunder.

A series of mournful cries echoed from the demon army, reverberating throughout the heavens and earth.

"This blood can't be wasted!"

"Ji Meng is a peak Quasi-Saint level expert. His essence blood contains powerful energy that can help our human race temper our bodies and enhance our bloodline and physique!"

With a look of regret, Youchao put Ji Meng's body into his magic weapon.

Only shallow bloodstains remained on the ground.

There was also a steel fork that gleamed with a cold light, used to stir up trouble in the sea.

This precious innate spiritual treasure was originally the personal magic weapon of the demon saint Ji Meng, but unfortunately he died at the hands of Suirenshi before he could use it.

Ultimately, it was all because Ji Meng underestimated his opponent and underestimated Suirenshi.

"Humanity must strive to become stronger!"

"mighty!"

Cangjie smiled brightly, and then activated three thousand human characters, and a dazzling and wondrous scene unfolded in the sky, reflecting in the hearts of all humankind.

The crowd sang together, praising the might of Suiren.

"Your demon race's fate is sealed!"

"If you intend to continue harming humanity, only death awaits you!"

Zu Long remained calm, his gaze fixed on the Demon Emperor Fuxi. The two had clashed many times, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

Indeed, it wasn't that the First Emperor's Daoist arts were not sophisticated enough, but rather that compared to Suiren, he lacked the two supreme treasures of humanity: the Martial Arts Tower and the Martial Arts Holy Scripture.

Furthermore, Fuxi's combat power far surpasses that of Jimeng!

As a top-tier innate deity and the elder brother of Nuwa, the Heavenly Saint, how could he be easily defeated?

"Don't try to intimidate me with these words. I personally experienced the great war between the Lich and Demon races and witnessed the ferocity and power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

"I have just as much experience as you, so don't try to act like a senior in front of me."

"The death of the Demon Saint Ji Meng alone did not cause significant losses to my demon race and the demon court."

As he spoke, a look of disdain flashed in Fuxi's eyes.

He didn't have much respect for the First Emperor.

To him, a being who had once perished and was resurrected by the weak human race was like a stray dog, incapable of causing any significant trouble.

"It seems you're truly stubborn!"

"Suirenshi, since Fuxi is so unruly, then help me subdue him."

"I'd like to see if Fuxi can maintain his arrogance when faced with a life-or-death situation."

"The dragon's roar shakes the heavens, the divine dragon whips its tail!"

Without hesitation, the First Dragon charged straight at Fuxi.

Suiren followed closely behind, the Martial Arts Tower and the Martial Arts Holy Scripture shining brightly, the chains of order and confinement connecting them continuously, tightly sealing off the space around Fuxi.

"As the Demon Emperor, if you were to perish, Nuwa and Dijun would surely be heartbroken, wouldn't they?"

Suirenshi smiled and personally engaged Fuxi in battle.

The surging attack seemed capable of destroying everything.

Even if Fuxi used the Fuxi Qin to activate the laws of music, it would be difficult to resist the joint attack of the Ancestral Dragon and Suirenshi.

"Wishful thinking! Prepare to die!"

Fuxi showed no fear. The Fuxi Qin in his hand played endless Daoist music. The notes surged out like waves, and the ethereal aura contained a sharp attack.

The battle was extremely fierce, like boiling oil over a raging fire.

At the same time, Donghuang Taiyi and Yuanfeng were also engaged in a fierce battle.

"The sun's true fire burns all things!"

Endless flames spread and caused widespread devastation, as if the entire world was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

Behind Donghuang Taiyi, the phantom of the three-legged golden crow appeared and disappeared intermittently.

With flapping wings, flames raged, seemingly capable of burning mountains and boiling seas.

"The Divine Fire of Nirvana!"

Yuan Feng moved her fingers slightly and waved her jade sleeve gently.

The seven-colored flames, imbued with profound Daoist principles, collided with the true fire of the sun.

The whole world seemed to be ignited by this heat, becoming both hot and silent.

The surrounding vegetation, mountains, and rivers began to dry up and wither under this heat.

The aftermath of the battle was terrifying.

"This treasure is destined for our human race!"

Youchao pushed aside Bai Ze and Jiuying, who were fighting Yinglong, and took the opportunity to seize Ji Meng's natal magic weapon, the Haohai Steel Fork.

This scene enraged the other demon saints, but they were powerless to do anything about it.

Time flies by, passing by like a shuttle.

The great war between the demon race and the human race lasted for a full century.

Beyond the ancestral land of humanity, blood stained the sky crimson.

Numerous powerful beings were caught in a chaotic battle, and the aura of the great calamity surged and churned.

This great battle attracted the attention of all races and powerful beings, and everyone gained different insights and opportunities from it.

And at Buzhou Mountain.

The Pangu Palace stands tall and majestic, amidst the chaotic currents.

The surrounding space, spanning billions of miles, was shrouded in malevolent energy and mysterious radiance. Within this area, the secrets of heaven were in utter chaos, making it difficult for any living being to uncover the secrets of the witch clan.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, what are your thoughts on the demon race's attack on the human race?"

The Space Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang asked the Red Cloud Taoist.

For hundreds of years, Daoist Hongyun and Ancestor Kunpeng have been guests of the Wu Clan and have never left Buzhou Mountain.

Because they possess primordial spirits, their sensitivity to the situation might even surpass that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so Dijiang wanted to hear Hongyun Daoren's insights.

After pondering for a moment, Daoist Hongyun said, "On the surface, the human race seems to be powerless to resist the large-scale attack by the demon court. However, in reality, the human race's foundation is in no way weaker than that of the demon race."

"The three powerful beings—Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Zhuque—are enough to give the Demon Court a run for its money!"

"Not to mention that the human race has the support of the entire Human Cult and Laozi of Taiqing!"

"One must have a long-term perspective when considering matters. I am certain that the human race has the Three Pure Ones behind it, and any force detrimental to the human race will face annihilation!"

"The choice is up to you, Fellow Daoist Dijiang!"

Master Hongyun wore a smile, but his tone was extremely solemn.

Since breaking free from the shackles of cause and effect, his thinking has become clearer, and he has gained a completely new understanding of Cangxuan and the entire Xuanmen.

His words immediately sparked a heated discussion among the crowd.

Just then, Kunpeng also shared his thoughts.

"I've been thinking about whether it's possible to establish some kind of causal relationship with the human race."

"In this way, I might be able to take advantage of this opportunity to travel with the Three Pure Ones and the Xuanmen, this giant ship."

"Who knows, one day, the Heavenly Dao and the Dao Ancestor Hongjun will favor me and give me the opportunity to directly refine the Primordial Purple Qi."

"And then attain sainthood, that would be truly wonderful!"

As Kunpeng spoke, he scratched his head, and a rare, honest smile appeared on his usually gloomy face.

Since breaking away from the demon race and the demon court, he has felt a sense of ease and freedom he has never experienced before.

Surprisingly, it was precisely this decision that opened up a completely new chapter in his path of cultivation.

He has already stepped one foot into the threshold of sainthood.

(End of this chapter)