The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

ka ka ka-

Sudden.

A chewing sound could be heard in the broadcast footage.

All the audience members felt a chill run down their spines.

They were horrified to discover that the offerings on the altar were being slowly devoured by the black mist.

Followed by.

boom--

The yellow flag standing in front of the confession table suddenly swelled up, transforming into a battle flag as tall as a person.

A black wind swept through the mountains and forests, causing the flag to flutter wildly.

Boom!

A beam of black light shot into the sky from the flag and merged into the depths of the dark clouds.

next second.

Dark clouds rolled in.

An old, weasel-like face, covering a hundred miles, slowly appeared in the sky above Nanjing.

"That brat Wang Quan..."

"How dare you bully the younger generation of my clan!"

woohoo-

The weasel kneeling on the ground and the battle flag were pulled into the air by an invisible force.

The aged, demonic face transformed into a beam of black light and pierced directly into its body.

Click.

Click click.

The weasel's body twisted strangely.

Its bones were dislocated one by one, and its emaciated demonic body was stretched and expanded continuously.

After a while.

It suddenly looked up.

Two balls of black light slowly ignited in the empty eye sockets.

"Well--"

A hoarse, aged voice came from its throat.

"It's been so long since I've been out..."

It slowly turned its head.

His gaze swept across the five key points of the formation in the southeast, northwest, and center of Jinling.

"Even five people from the Celestial Realm have come?"

"There are quite a few delicious blood dishes!"

Seeing this scene,

The entire nation was outraged.

"Damn it!"

"Is Wang Quan Yuechu an idiot?"

"Why didn't you interrupt the spellcasting! The big boss has already appeared!"

"Seriously, everyone in Class 9 is so pretentious!!!"

On the high platform of Wuzhong in Jinling.

Ye Long stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the broadcast screen.

Just then, an old voice transmitted to his ear.

"Commander Ye."

That was the old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.

"Do we need the old Taoist priest to take action?"

Ye Long did not answer immediately.

He looked at the mountain peak shrouded in dark clouds, but his eyes didn't show much tension.

"Need not."

"Wang Quan Shouzhuo just sent a message."

"This kid Wang Quan Yuechu not only mastered the Wang Quan Sword Intent, but also mastered the Pure Yang Flame, which is known as the Demon-Slaying Divine Flame."

"I see……"

The old master was taken aback, then understood.

"If a person can obtain either of these two things, they will have a chance to enter the realm of celestial beings."

"Unexpectedly, the Wang Quan family has produced a once-in-a-millennium genius in this generation."

"Oh."

Ye Long shook his head.

"If that were all, the royal family wouldn't have protected him so fiercely."

"The title of 'the strongest soldier of the Taoist sect' will never be circulated."

He squinted slightly as he looked at the broadcast screen.

Dark clouds loomed over the city.

The remnant soul of the demon saint looked down upon Jinling.

But in the deepest part of that darkness, a golden-red light suddenly appeared.

That glimmer of light fell on the edge of Wang Quanyue's sword.

Then.

It was ignited.

Ye Long lowered his voice.

"He has condensed the sword intent of royal power and the pure Yang Flame... into a single sword!"

Dark clouds loomed over the city in the suburban mountains and forests.

A cold voice suddenly rang out in the silent mountain forest.

"This sword."

On the hilltop, Wang Quanyue slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

A point of golden-red light shone from the blade of the sword.

The light was not dazzling.

But the moment it appeared, all the demonic energy on the mountain seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and they all shrank back an inch at the same time.

Wang Quanyue's voice remained calm.

"Named as—"

"Burning the Heavens!"

Swah——

The long sword slashed towards the sky.

The sword light was initially extremely thin, like a golden-red streak hidden in the night.

But when it encountered the eerie aura that permeated the entire suburban forest...

call!

The flames instantly flared up, and a single spark quickly became a prairie fire!

Wang Quanyue's strikes at the beginning of the month were not just one sword strike.

That was an entire sea of ​​fire that he had pushed into the sky!

The golden-red flames surged along with the demonic aura, burning away everything in the mountains, forests, dark clouds, and remnant souls with no place to hide.

The remnant soul of the demon saint attached to the weasel suddenly lowered its head.

The black light in its empty eye sockets pulsed violently.

"Pure Yang Flame!"

Its voice finally changed.

It was no longer that haughty, aloof voice.

Instead, it was shock, anger, and an overwhelming sense of fear.

Pure Yang inflammation.

Demon-Slaying Divine Fire.

The nemesis of all demons.

A thousand years ago, when the demon race had just returned to Earth, the master of this lineage of divine fire stood shoulder to shoulder with the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain who wielded divine thunder, and thunder and fire pressed down on the border.

During that period, no demon dared to cross the boundary.

Not to mention the current situation of guarding the northern border.

Later, the demon race paid a huge price, secretly cultivating traitors to continuously intercept and kill this bloodline.

Furthermore, the lineage was extremely difficult to pass down, which finally led to the disappearance of this flame from the world.

But now, it has reappeared!

"How is that possible!"

The remnant soul of the demon saint stared intently at the sea of ​​golden-red fire, screaming hoarsely.

"The human bloodline capable of wielding such flames has clearly been severed!"

"How could anyone possibly still be able to use it!"

At the same time.

Deep within the source of Guixu.

A silver-white microsphere struggled through the turbulence and hovered in mid-air.

The broadcast footage unfolded, its edges flickering constantly, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

The video feed was intermittent, and the signal was extremely weak.

But that fleeting glimpse of the golden-red sea of ​​fire that shot against the sky was still clearly reflected in the eyes of an old figure.

Zhang Daoling stood deep within the Ruins of Guixu, gazing at the flames, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"Pure Yang Flame..."

He chuckled softly, a long-lost feeling welling up in his eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to see again the days when thunder and fire raged and suppressed the ruins.

Zhang Daoling spoke softly, his voice filled with emotion.

"Brother Dongfang."

"Your bloodline has been dormant for a thousand years, and finally someone has awakened again."

Suburbs of Jinling.

The remnant soul of the demon saint was in complete panic.

Above, the Heavenly Sealing Array slowly pressed down.

Below, a sea of ​​demon-slaying fire surged into the sky.

There was no way forward or backward.

There was no way to retreat.

"Damn it!"

Its eyes hardened, and its soul power erupted, beginning to frantically squeeze every drop of demonic power from the body of this weasel descendant.

ka ka ka-

The demon's body, which had been stretched and swollen, instantly became thin and emaciated.

The flesh clung to the bone, and all the blood and energy had been drained away.

"I can't die!"

The remnant soul of the demon saint grabbed the yellow flag and shook it frantically.

"All of you, come out here!"