Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

Chapter 172 Recapturing the Old Troops (Part 2)

boom!

Like a firefly falling from the sun, shattered into pieces.

The disheveled, emaciated figure pierced through the sea of ​​fire, shooting backwards like an arrow released from a bow, soaring through the sky.

Cao Xuan and the two demon lords behind him managed to move forward a little distance despite the scorching heat, but they were completely frozen in place amidst the deafening roar.

The renowned Yang Huaixu, in a fit of rage, unleashed such a terrifying divine power, yet he was actually blasted away by a single punch!

Such an exaggerated scene made everyone's brains tremble.

Even the Stone Wing Demon Lord, who had witnessed the terrifying abyss firsthand, was now experiencing uncontrollable facial twitching.

The power of this punch has already surpassed that of the peak of the Golden Core stage.

No wonder this Moon Devouring Demon Lord dared to fight Fang Qingbai; his terrifying physique clearly far exceeded the realm of cultivators.

Even the towering flames could not burn his body.

"Old Liu, stop him—"

A faint voice filled with fear and trepidation rang out in the air.

"Heh."

Liu Zhaowu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his eyes.

He truly deserves to be called the successor of the Demon King Yuanyuan.

Not only did it inherit the other party's magic and demonic power, but its body tempering technique was also just as powerful!

The monster that once roamed Yongzhou seemed to have been perfectly replicated in this young man.

He looked down at the radiant tourmaline in his palm, an object capable of resisting most attacks on the soul.

The moment Yang Huaixu rushed out, Liu Zhaowu was already activating this magic weapon.

Now that his soul is protected, the next thing to do is figure out how to deal with a powerful demon whose physical body is even stronger than Fang Qingbai's!

Fortunately, this has always been the serpent's forte.

"Stop right there!"

Liu Zhaowu suddenly spread his arms wide, straightening his snake tail, which instantly made him much taller.

Accompanied by a cold, low, and stern rebuke.

The dense crackling sounds converged into a roaring thunder, and dark plasma surged and flowed. In addition to the destructive intent that chilled the cultivators, a dense miasma also appeared in the surrounding area.

Thunder is divine punishment.

With this innate supernatural ability alone, even with the same cultivation level, Liu Zhaowu was half a level higher than other loose immortals.

"—"

With the help of Qingluan's magic, Lin Shu quickly repaired her scorched and withered arm.

Being a Body Tempering cultivator does not mean being invincible within the same realm.

On the contrary, as one's cultivation level rises, a mere physical body of qi and blood can no longer resist the immense power of heaven and earth.

But when combined with a nourishing spiritual root, that's a different story.

He took a small step, intending to take advantage of Yang Huaixu's carelessness and serious injury to seize the fire magic aura he had longed for.

Before his figure could leave the solitary peak, he was firmly locked onto by the destructive aura.

He glanced down at the foot of the mountain, his eyes calm.

Lin Shu did not choose to use the Wind Riding Mountain Patrol technique to try to avoid the lightning spell.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he also raised his palm.

In an instant, the raging black flame magic surged out once more, roaring and soaring into the sky like a long dragon.

"Oh."

Faced with this sudden change, Liu Zhaowu remained completely calm.

This fiend possessed the demonic power of the Qi family, a fact they had known for a long time.

The tourmaline shone brightly and quietly took flight, steadily protecting the soul of this Liu family immortal.

A sinister glint appeared on his lips.

Having taken precautions in advance, what methods does this kid intend to rely on to resist the lightning technique that is most effective against Body Tempering cultivators?

Just then, Liu Zhaowu's pupils contracted slightly, and even the curve of his lips trembled.

Because he didn't see the Qi family's most signature soul-binding technique.

On the contrary, a jet-black arc of lightning quietly flickered between Lin Shu's five fingers, which were covered by the chilling armor plates.

The next moment, a roar like that of a giant beast shot straight into the sky!

Dense plasma surged in from all directions, converging into a huge ball of light beneath his palm.

On the solitary peak and at its foot, two terrifying lightning pythons, almost identical in appearance, suddenly appeared in this world.

"Is this my magic?"

Liu Zhaowu's voice was hoarse.

His gaze wavered for a moment, then transformed into a surge of rage.

The hoarse voice turned into a sharp, sinister laugh: "You dare steal my magic—and intend to use it against me?!"

Whether they are half-immortals or wandering immortals, they all possess innate supernatural abilities.

The so-called techniques of cultivators all evolved from supernatural powers, and were naturally a level lower from the very beginning.

Just like the immortal techniques of the Yu family.

The Divine Phoenix Three Heavens Technique, as a semi-immortal technique of the upper third rank of Golden Core, is already the supreme technique pursued by cultivators in Yongzhou.

However, it is derived from the supernatural power of riding the wind and patrolling the mountains.

Compared to the true supernatural powers of a half-life immortal, the Three Immortals Technique is nothing more than a second-rate product.

For a wandering immortal, being confronted by a divine technique evolved from their own supernatural powers is the greatest insult.

"Trying to look like a monkey in a hat? You're asking for death!"

Liu Zhaowu let out a long roar, and the thunder python in his arms suddenly surged forward, heading straight for that solitary peak.

Upon hearing this, Lin Shu raised an eyebrow.

The two lightning pythons, each over ten feet long, collided with a deafening roar. Arcs of electricity, like sharp claws, spread rapidly, seemingly tearing apart everything around them!

Rumble! Rumble!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Huaixu quickly regulated his internal energy and blood.

His shattered fiery wings flapped desperately, barely managing to steady him, but blood still gushed from the cracks all over his body.

Before he could even catch his breath, the immortal suddenly widened his eyes.

The same lightning magic, a cultivator's technique, is no match for the supernatural powers of a wandering immortal.

The ending should have been as expected.

But in the vast sky, the two lightning pythons instantly decided the victor.

One of them was cruelly torn apart, just like a counterfeit encountering the genuine article.

But this thunder python was released by Liu Zhaowu.

Only then did the onlookers realize that something was wrong.

The lightning magic Lin Shu used clearly lacked the vicious miasma. Previously, everyone thought this might be the difference between immortal magic and supernatural power, resulting in an incomplete effect.

Now it seems that although the two types of lightning magic look very similar, they actually follow two completely different paths.

The immortal technique, having lost the miasma, concentrated that extreme cold to its extreme.

Even in terms of level, he is far superior to Liu Zhaowu, this wandering immortal.

This is... half a lifetime of immortal techniques?!

"Get out of my way!"

Liu Zhaowu felt his mouth go dry and a deep sense of fear welled up in his heart.

His serpentine tail lashed out at the earth, and he turned sharply to try and escape, but the surging magma had already roared and swallowed his body.

The rogue immortal who roamed Yongzhou with his thunder magic finally experienced this feeling firsthand.

The bone-chilling cold and the penetrating lightning rapidly eroded his immortal body, and the enormous snake tail seemed to lose its vitality, causing Liu Zhaowu to fall to the ground in a sorry state.

In a panic, the old man desperately crawled forward using his arms.

He feared that the demon lord on the lonely peak had abandoned Yang Huaixu and would take advantage of his current miserable state to launch an attack.

But before he had climbed far, he looked up in a daze and saw five magical artifacts radiating immense malevolent energy in mid-air, and behind them, an ugly man slowly approaching.

The thunder subsided, but the scene remained deathly silent.

Shi Yi, leading a group of demon lords, watched this horrifying scene with stunned expressions.

They stared intently at the figure on the majestic peak.

The towering black flames occupied half of the sky, and the slender body covered by demonic armor appeared so majestic after that punch.

The crimson, menacing cloak, like a red sunset, became the only color against the dark sky.

Qi Family Magic Power — a formidable body tempering technique — and the aloof act of fighting two powerful generals alone.

The eyes of these former subordinates of Yuan Yuan gradually became dazed.

The demons of Yongzhou, who had suffered humiliation for decades, seemed to have finally regained their demon king.

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"Yang Huaixu, help me!"

A piercing scream shattered the tranquility of the night sky.

Lin Shu indifferently withdrew her gaze.

Is this a case of a monkey wearing a crown? Whoever wins is the legitimate one; the loser is the monkey.

He strode forward, his figure blending into the mountain wind.

"To help you?"

Yang Huaixu swallowed hard, still pondering a countermeasure. His nostrils twitched slightly as he sensed the murderous intent hidden in the wind.

The next moment, a sharp fist came flying through the air and slammed into his cheek.

boom!

The old man's already severely injured body could hardly withstand such immense force.

Countless fiery feathers scattered across the sky.

He fell backward again, but this time he didn't leap out as before, because a cold hand had firmly gripped his neck.

A terrifying wave of fire erupted close to the eruption, completely engulfing the young man's figure.

"Ha!"

Yang Huaixu's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the man emerge from the sea of ​​fire.

The ferocious demon armor was covered in crimson blood and energy, which dispersed the remaining flames.

Lin Shu didn't waste any words, but instead punched the old man's temple one punch after another.

He still couldn't bear to let the fool really confront these two rogue immortals, so he just asked them to keep an eye on things.

However, with only those five pseudo-spiritual treasures, manipulated by the instinct of the split soul, they might not be able to kill the Liu family's rogue immortal.

Only if we kill quickly enough will we not need to fools take any more risks.

He was not satisfied with his performance.

Little did they know how much shock this scene had brought to the demons.

Aside from the prodigies of half-life immortal families, there are actually people in the world who can crush two rogue immortals at the same time.

In just one encounter, Yang Huaixu and Liu Zhaowu both lost their will to fight and only wanted to escape from this place.

"Hey!"

Yang Huaixu felt his skull cracking, and his life force was rapidly slipping away.

At that moment, he let out a sharp, unintelligible shriek.

It's like a reminder to someone, but it can't explicitly say what needs to be done.

'

Lin Shu frowned slightly, and suddenly her whole body tensed up instinctively.

It was as if the wild beast had sensed some deadly threat.

He roughly guessed that after Fang Qingbai perished in the Demon Mountain, Yu Jingzhe might bestow upon the two of them some kind of protective item.

However, in the previous expectation, that genius would not give up the Mountain God's Carriage; at most, he would bestow two pseudo-spiritual treasures similar to the Divine Edge Jade.

However, this thing alone could never make him feel such a strong sense of danger.

"Is this some kind of supernatural technique again?"

Lin Shu noticed Yang Huaixu's arms suddenly raised.

The old man looked like he was on the verge of death, but he had actually been gathering his strength, preparing for this moment.

"Die!"

Yang Huaixu suddenly grabbed Lin Shu's arm as she swung it at him, desperately holding onto her arm.

A wisp of golden light quietly appeared between his eyebrows.

But to the immortal's surprise, this fiend, though clearly aware of the danger, did not panic and flee. Instead, it swung its fist even more fiercely.

This punch caused his head to tilt, and the golden sword light between his eyebrows also deviated from its original direction.

Yang Huaixu did not feel disappointed.

Because the two were too close together, and besides—there was more than one such magic sword.

"roar!"

At the foot of the mountain, Liu Zhaowu had already lost an arm to the flying sword and the precious fan, and only half of his round snake tail remained. His entire body was covered by a large silver net.

The instant I heard the Fire Spirit Bird's long cry.

He used all the power he had accumulated throughout his life to temporarily break free from the trap of these treasures, and then, with a fierce expression, unleashed the incense-slaying magic sword from between his brows at the figure in the air.

Upon seeing these offerings of incense and prayers, a deep sense of fear instinctively surfaced on the fool's face.

It was as if it had touched the deepest memories in my mind.

Just like when he first saw Chen Wenxi at the Qiankun Martial Arts Academy, this ugly man instinctively wanted to find a corner to curl up in.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

But this time, he glanced at the demonic armored figure in the sky for no apparent reason, and suddenly charged forward with a ghostly howl.

He used this random howling to cheer himself up.

"You idiot, I'll beat you to death!"

He rushed in and threw a punch at the wandering immortal.

"You really think you're a descendant of Yuan Yuan?"

After releasing the incense-infused magic sword, Liu Zhaowu didn't even glance at it again before turning around, intending to break free from the magic treasure's trap.

He saw the man rushing towards him, and a nameless flame suddenly ignited in his heart.

Do these beasts think anyone can act so arrogantly in front of them?

The volatile thunderous liquid began to surge and churn erratically.

Before Liu Zhaowu could even unleash his lightning magic, the thin figure leaped high into the air, and with a seemingly weak fist, slammed into his face, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

boom!

The immortal trembled and flipped back over.

The fool stomped on the old man's chest, causing him to spit out another mouthful of foul-smelling black blood.

Instead of continuing his actions, he looked up at the sky in fear.

Lin Shu's body was already enveloped in golden light.

The magic sword instantly split half of his body apart.

This was only because the shot missed; otherwise, that one sword strike alone would have shattered his skull.

"later!"

Shi Yi and the others roared at the top of their lungs.

"Heh heh."

Yang Huaixu, barely breathing, chuckled repeatedly as he stared intently at the blood-soaked youth before him: "I'm the one who laughs last."

"Tsk."

Lin Shu did not turn back, nor did she disappear into the wind.

The incense-scented magic sword had already firmly locked onto this area the moment it was launched.

Just then, the five pseudo-spiritual treasures suddenly seemed to have their magic power drained, and all of them lost their spiritual light.

Seemingly because he had been severely injured, the young man no longer had the strength to control them.

The incense-infused sword hurtled toward his back at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, the sword shadow paused slightly.

In front of it, an ancient-looking mirror appeared out of nowhere.

This precious mirror looked ordinary, with a dark yellow and cloudy surface that looked a bit old, but the moment the golden light gathered, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Lin Shu has three kinds of profound knowledge.

Aside from his own negligible late-stage Core Formation cultivation, the Filthy Moon Wolf Lord's late-stage Golden Core power supported him in casting thunder spells and activating his nourishing spiritual root.

As for the power of the Azure Phoenix, which had also reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm, it was now entirely absorbed into this precious mirror.

The world is dead silent.

A blinding golden light fell from the mirror, transforming into a thick pillar of light that enveloped the incense-burning magic sword.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

It seemed that all sharpness in the path could be cut through, but under this pillar of light, it crumbled inch by inch until it melted away.

"Mountain God's Treasure Mirror—you are—the Moon-Devouring Demon Lord!"

Yang Huaixu stopped laughing, his expression gradually changing from bewilderment to disbelief, and then to despair.

The Mountain God Mirror fell into the hands of three fierce demons.

Hong Ling is a woman, and Yunlong knows her. With a simple process of elimination, the identity of the person in front of him becomes crystal clear.

The absurdity in his heart stemmed from the fact that this scoundrel's fearsome reputation was fabricated by Yu Jingzhe and himself.

All for the sake of spreading rumors of demonic calamity in Yongzhou.

But now, the other party seems to have stepped out of the rumors and is gradually turning those fabricated rumors into reality.

puff!

Lin Shu used her hand as a knife and casually slashed horizontally.

The head, covered in fiery red feathers, leaped high into the air, splashing out a gushing column of blood.

As the blood from the two men washed over the hideous armor, a bewitching red glow appeared on it.

He reached out and grabbed the Mountain God's Treasure Mirror that had been stolen. With a slight movement, he arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"Let's talk this out—you said it yourself—only he will die."

Liu Zhaowu trembled violently, looking up at the pale face covered in blood. Under that cold gaze, he suddenly remembered the other person's first words.

"Just kidding."

Lin Shu withdrew her gaze and stomped on the old python's head, crushing it.

The dull clicking sound was like an electric shock.

It surged through the bodies of the demons in the blink of an eye, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

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