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But after hearing Shen Du's words, west Mu simply said in a deep voice, "It's just spatial magic, not the kind of large-scale magic array that Sixth Brother created!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Du was instantly stunned.

Even gods can create spatial magic.

What he wanted was a spatial magic circle and offensive spatial magic, not just simple teleportation magic.

"In that case, let's quickly use the technique to transfer the space between Zhou Lan and Bo Gang, bringing them here outside!"

"Then take action and destroy those demons who covet and fear power!"

Seeing that there was a solution, Basha urged Ximu to act quickly.

Chapter 42 Eight Divine Artifacts

As soon as Basha finished speaking, Ximu stepped forward slightly, looked at Zhou Lan and Bo Gang's bodies, then formed a cross with his hands and chanted an unknown magic spell.

In an instant, Ximu flapped his wings, and as he flapped, he extended demonic claws that swept across the void, gradually forming a huge celestial mark, a full hundred meters in size.

"call----"

west Mu exhaled a wisp of demonic energy, which merged into the vortex. After a moment, a black light bloomed, and it looked like a bottomless abyss, its destination unknown.

At the same time, in the water mirror, as Zhou Lanbo was on his way, a black vortex, just like the one created by Ximu, suddenly appeared not far in front of him.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Lan steadied himself and calmly looked at the thing that had suddenly appeared in front of him.

After finishing all this, Ximu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No problem, but this space tunnel only allows one demon lord to pass through at a time."

“Otherwise, if Zhou Lan and Bo Gang pass through together, the overwhelming demonic energy on their bodies will cause the entire tunnel to collapse.”

"Zhou Lan, west Mu has already said what he wanted to say. Hurry up and come over. Don't waste any more time. We don't have time to drag this out any longer!"

After observing the magical trajectory and formation of the spatial tunnel, Shen Du instantly understood how west Mu had created this magic.

Using Ximu's own divine authority, he cleaved open space and then used demonic energy to stabilize the space that was on the verge of collapse. This simple magic was easily accomplished by Ximu.

From this perspective, Ximu's authority over the heavens seems to be extremely complex.

To tear through the void and create a spatial tunnel is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Ximu was able to do this so easily, which probably means that when he fought against other demon lords, his attack methods were not only based on celestial power, but also on spatial power.

As soon as Shen Du urged him, the other demon lords beside him also spoke up to urge Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan frowned, slightly displeased as she heard the urging words from her compatriots.

But he did not refute it. His left hand, which was originally holding Bo Gang, directly threw the huge behemoth into the space tunnel.

Then, Zhou Lan steadily passed through the space tunnel.

Having witnessed everything Zhou Lan did, Shen Du's eyes flashed with a sharp awareness. He turned to Xi Mu and asked, "Zhou Lan flung Bo Gang into the spatial tunnel. When Bo Gang comes over, won't he hit us?!"

Upon hearing this, Ximu was slightly taken aback, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "It seems, maybe, perhaps, that's possible!"

"Whoosh-"

Shen Du leaped up and moved directly away from the exit of the space tunnel.

Upon seeing this, the other demon lords, like gods, quickly moved aside.

Ximu had just turned to leave when a shadow as large as a mountain covered his body and, before he could even flap his wings, pinned him to the ground.

Bo Gang had just arrived here after traversing the space tunnel, and Zhou Lan followed closely behind, arriving leisurely and carefree.

"Where's Ximu?!" Zhou Lan looked around but couldn't find Ximu anywhere.

"Zhou Lan, how dare you! Ah!" Before Bo Gang could finish speaking, a tearing pain shot through his buttocks.

After a scream, Bo leaped up a hundred meters high before crashing down, shaking the earth violently.

"Because I'm here!" Ximu roared angrily, panting heavily after striking Bo Gang.

west Mu looked at Bo Gang, who was unharmed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Bo Gang, you need to lose weight!"

Bo Gang's eyes flashed with displeasure. "You almost hurt me, Ximu!"

"Hmph!" Ximu flapped his demon wings, soaring through the sky, and said indifferently, "Serves you right!"

"It's a pity that my Heavenly Blade couldn't harm you!"

"You!" Bo Gang roared in anger.

"Enough, stop arguing!"

"I'm perfectly fine," Basha said hoarsely.

"We should set off immediately and not waste any more time!"

Xiaofeng nodded, "That's right, if you two want to argue, we can argue until the end of time after this is over and I won't bother you!"

"Those demons who have tainted the power of time deserve to be destroyed!" Zhou Lan stuck out his tongue, his indifferent expression vanishing, leaving only a hint of apprehension in his gaze as he looked toward the center of ancient Australia.

“We should set off immediately, instead of watching you argue here!” Di Kui said, standing to the side.

"Let's go!"

Too lazy to get involved with them, Shen Du simply uttered a sentence and turned to head towards the place shrouded in black mist.

Seeing this, the other demon lords all went together.

Just as Zhou Lan was about to activate gravity and move in sync, Bo Gang below suddenly spoke, "Zhou Lan."

"it is good!"

Although Bo Gang hadn't finished speaking, Zhou Lan understood her meaning and unhesitatingly used gravity to pull Bo Gang towards the center of the black mist.

One mile.

Ten miles.

Baili.

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Until the eight demon lords arrived at the center of the black mist at the same time.

Gazing at the desolate city ahead, Ximu sensed a familiarity about it. Turning his gaze to the nearby capital, he asked, "This is..."

Shen Du examined it for a moment, then said calmly, "This is a demon-suppressing formation!"

"Those demons who have tainted the power of time have refined all the humans and demons in this city into their own power."

"However, this magic circle is useless against us."

As these words were spoken, the momentum below suddenly surged.

Seeing this, the other demon lords all wanted to destroy the magic circle.

Seeing this, the god stopped them and then spat out a beam of divine light resembling black flames, piercing through a part of the magic circle.

In an instant, this evil array, which drew upon the magical power of heaven and earth and the very essence of all life, shattered completely.

"The magic circle I created naturally knows its most vulnerable flaws!"

"Who is it!"

"How dare you disrupt the magic circle we've cast! You want to die?!"

The demon-slaying array shattered completely, and eight furious roars echoed across the sky.

The next moment, eight figures shrouded in black mist and wielding magical artifacts with righteous energy suddenly flashed to the sky above, standing ten miles away, and locked eyes with the eight demon lords.

"Flute!"

"drum!"

"Folding fan!"

"Cast-on clappers!"

"gourd!"

"flower!"

The six demon lords looked at the familiar magical artifacts, their eyes filled with the desire to destroy them, while slowly reciting the names of these artifacts.

Shen Du gazed at the disheveled figure fleeing from the ancient Asian continent, and at the ancient aura emanating from it, and said calmly, "A precious sword!"

"The magical artifact that restrains me, Zhou Lan, is actually a lotus bud. This thing needs to be destroyed!" Zhou Lan remained calm throughout, and even if he had wavered before, it was only a temporary fear.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with apprehension, and a strong killing intent surged into his heart.

Chapter 43 The Eight Immortals Interfere with Time, the Sword Master's Slaughter

"Eight Demon Lords, you were born from the dark energy, you are arrogant and despise all demons!"

"Demon Lords, you may be the chosen rulers of the Black Qi, but we disagree!"

"By drawing upon the power of countless demons and the very essence of human life, and by harnessing the power of the annals of history, we have come infinitely closer to you!"

"Indeed, with the magical artifacts used to suppress you in later generations, you have no chance of winning today!"

"Our strength has undergone a qualitative leap. You eight demon lords have not been around for long and your strength has not yet reached its peak. You are doomed to lose!"

The eight humanoid demons, locked in eye contact with the eight demon lords, seemed to be telling the final chapter of this story.

The divine artifact in his hand swept away all injustices in the world with its boundless righteous energy. The dark sky was now filled with the interplay of yin and yang, with the ultimate yang and the ultimate darkness merging together.

"Speaking such arrogant words! How could you possibly fathom the power of the Demon Lord!"

Xiaofeng was instantly enraged and opened his mouth to spew out a wisp of demonic wind.

In an instant, the entire world was swept up by gusts of indestructible hurricanes, with streaks of wind cutting across the sky.

Where the hurricane struck, mountains and rivers were destroyed, houses were shattered, and the Devil Castle below was completely reduced to dust in the endless hurricane.

"Ah!"

With a slight wave of his folding fan, a gentle breeze emanated from the golden light that collided with the hurricane-force winds, causing their attacks to cancel each other out.

"This is power that is almost on par with the Demon Lord, and with the magical artifacts that restrain you, today we will bring forward the scene of future suppression!"

The humanoid demon holding a folding fan exudes an aura of disdain for all living beings, almost like a god.