Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Footsteps.

The sound of raindrops falling to the ground and splashing water filled the air.

Within the vast, azure secret realm, in the deathly silence where you could hear a pin drop, only Yun Ping's footsteps were so clear.

Huang Luo did not escape.

He knew he couldn't escape.

Moreover, his legs were trembling from the indescribable killing intent, his heart was pounding uncontrollably, and the blood in his body was boiling with fear, flowing rapidly through his veins as if it would burst out of his orifices at any moment.

The fear in his eyes did not come from Huang Luo, but from Jiang Shengxuan.

Step by step, Yunping slowly walked up to Huang Luo and stood before this disciple from the Qin Sect.

He stared silently into Huang Luo's eyes, and then into Jiang Shengxuan, who was manipulating the innocent young man afterward.

Huang Luo's breathing grew heavier, cold sweat slid down one side of his cheek, his eyes were bloodshot, and he trembled as he forced a smile.

He stared at Yun Ping before him, as if declaring his death sentence invalid, and said in a trembling tone of certainty, "You can't kill me."

"Even if you can destroy the physical body and crush the soul... you're only killing this Qin Sect disciple named Huang Luo, not me."

"Yeah."

Yun Ping said calmly.

"Then let's give it a try."

He stood in front of Huang Luo, and then, a sudden glint of black light flashed in his eyes.

It was fleeting.

It's as if its very existence is just an illusion.

But Jiang Shengxuan saw it clearly; in that instant, he saw the black light.

What followed was silence.

A full ten seconds of silence.

Everyone in the room was watching the two of them. After less than ten seconds, Huang Luo's body suddenly went limp, and then he seemed to be dizzy and collapsed to the ground.

Nobody knows what happened.

Even Zhang Ruoxue, a saint and the person with the highest cultivation level present, couldn't understand what had happened.

……

……

Ten seconds ago.

In the instant he saw the menacing glint in his eyes.

Seated on his throne, inside the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, the headquarters of the Demon Dynasty.

Ghost Lord Jiang Shengxuan, one of the four Demon Lords under the Demon Emperor, suddenly raised his head in terror. Through the endless blood-red sky that suddenly surged up, he was so frightened that he jumped up from his throne.

what is that?

It wasn't just him.

All the demon cultivators in the entire Demon Palace noticed the sudden change in the blood-red sky!

Demonic energy.

They are all demons.

The entire Desolate Heaven Domain was filled with demonic energy, so dense that it covered the sky, obscured the sun, and enveloped the entire domain!

"This...how is this possible...?"

Jiang Shengxuan murmured in surprise, his expression as if he had seen a real ghost or god.

But that wasn't a human figure at all.

It was a sword.

A blood-red sword.

Suspended high in the air, its blade resembled a continuous, towering mountain range. A blood-red skull remained at the hilt, and the blade was covered with incomprehensible grooves, within which flowed a sea of ​​blood.

what is that?

A certain figure involuntarily flashed through Jiang Shengxuan's mind.

One of the twenty-one ultimates...

Thunderclap in the Sky.

Legend has it that the Martial Emperor's Divine Halberd was forged from the Meteorite Flame Thunder, one of the Twenty-One Extremes.

As for this Azure Sky Thunder... it is said that it was forged into a divine weapon by an unknown craftsman, and then corrupted by demonic energy along with the sword wielder due to the sword wielder's fall into demonic ways, becoming a demonic artifact comparable to the demonic path itself.

"This is the Bloodthirsty Sword? The demonic Bloodthirsty Sword?!"

Could it be that—

That man.

That man named Yunping...

He said he had fallen into demonic ways, and that he could freely switch between immortals and demons; in other words, he had truly... become a real demon.

It's exactly the same as the legend!

But the legendary figure who wielded the Bloodthirsty Sword...

He was once a true immortal... Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei.

Could it be... that person...?

Jiang Shengxuan was horrified. He looked up at the sky and at the Blood Slaughtering Sword, which was hailed as the supreme demonic weapon of the demonic path, and his body trembled violently.

He said he wanted to kill him.

Qianxun Novel Free Transfer Group 255595300 He said he was the real demon.

In the dim light.

Jiang Shengxuan saw a figure seemingly floating on the hilt of the enormous Bloodthirsty Sword.

You can't see their expressions, their faces, or even their gender.

But one could see the figure gently raise its arm.

At the same time, the Bloodthirsty Sword, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles, was also raised, piercing the sky and even touching the void between the Desolate Heaven Domain and the Extreme Heaven Domain.

At the same time, all the demonic energy floating in the sky throughout the entire Desolate Heaven Domain was absorbed into the Blood Slaughtering Sword, and in an instant, layers of blood-red waves appeared on its blade.

Jiang Shengxuan seemed to have understood what he was going to do.

next moment.

The figure's hand swung forward.

That towering Blood-Slaying Sword instantly transformed into a dazzling streak of blood-red light between heaven and earth. It was an unparalleled killing intent, a boundless demonic aura, and an evil light powerful enough to make even the demonic path itself submit.

Jiang Shengxuan trembled all over as he watched the terrifying bloodstains magnify infinitely in his eyes.

But he knew he couldn't escape! Nor could he possibly stop it!

Even if he is a ghost lord, even if he is a half-immortal.

Faced with this vast expanse of blood, he was nothing more than a powerless ant.

Therefore, all he could do was shout angrily:

"Demon Lord, save me!!!"

These words were spoken.

Then, within the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, a vast and malevolent aura arose, as if it were attempting to oppose the heavens and swallow the world whole.

At this moment, the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons was completely shrouded in darkness. At the same time, a dark and ferocious beast that was impossible to distinguish as a wolf, a tiger, a leopard, or a lion emerged from the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons—it was the demonic incarnation of the master of the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons!

The demonic path was shocked, and even the demon itself was drawn to the Desolate Heaven Domain by this enormous demonic aura. The aura of the Great Dao surged into the ferocious beast, instantly causing its size to increase a thousandfold, reaching a level almost comparable to the Blood Slaughtering Sword.

At the top of the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons, on the throne of bone spikes, a dark figure waved his hand.

"go with!"

The order was given.

The ferocious beast roared and moved forward. As the embodiment of demonic evil and the symbol of the demonic path, it opened its blood-red maw, a giant mouth large enough to swallow four or five towns whole, and its blood-red fangs also opened at the same time.

boom! !

The moment they touched, sparks of demonic energy burst forth, but to everyone present, it appeared as a terrifying explosion that seemed to blast the heavens to smithereens.

but--

"I'm going to kill him, who dares to stop me?!"

The figure above the blood-red sky let out a majestic and satisfied roar, and the Blood Slaughtering Sword doubled in power once more!

The ancient ferocious beast was cut in two in the blink of an eye, while the Blood Slaughtering Sword, with the force of splitting the heavens and earth and carrying boundless killing intent, slashed down towards the Myriad Demons Palace where Jiang Shengxuan was located.

"Do not--!!!"

Jiang Shengxuan's eyes were filled with pain and resentment; he couldn't believe he was going to die here like this.

He had not yet completed his revenge; he had not yet experienced the despair of Jiang Yuetian's fall into demonic possession.

He hasn't...

A great deal of bloodshed ensued.

Overwhelmed by endless hatred, Jiang Shengxuan's figure was engulfed by blood.

It wasn't just him.

When the Bloodthirsty Sword is drawn, blood flows for thousands of miles.

Just one sword strike.

This sword strike cleaved the Demon Dynasty's headquarters, the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, in two.