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At that moment, it was as if he had become one with Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals.

"How dare future generations disturb the past and interfere with the passage of time? Can you bear the guilt?!"

Even the gods sensed the divinity emanating from these eight demons. Unlike the cunning, treachery, and cruelty of demons, it possessed an aura that regarded all things as ants.

Clearly, these magical artifacts of the Eight Immortals in later generations contain a trace of their respective divine thoughts.

Today, these demons wielding divine artifacts are more or less influenced by the Eight Immortals of later generations. Their remaining demonic nature has merged with the personalities of the Eight Immortals, but the Eight Immortals have the upper hand.

"Holy Lord, do you mean the owner of these magical artifacts has already descended upon this place?!" Zhou Lan's eyes widened in surprise as he asked in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Shendu shook his head slightly, then nodded.

"What's the meaning?!"

Shen Du's actions baffled the demon lords, including Zhou Lan.

"Any creature that is tainted by the demonic energy of our Demon Lord will eventually gradually transform into our appearance, or become our puppet or subordinate!"

"The master who controls our magical artifacts is clearly at the same level as our Demon Lord. Their magical artifacts, like our power, have the ability to infect!"

"This is why a demon born of dark energy can wield a magical artifact imbued with righteous energy!"

After these words, the Demon Lord finally understood that the eight demons before them were the ones who would later suppress them.

"Enough talk, let's get started!"

"Destroy them!"

After a brief moment of thought, Zhou Lan spoke in a deep voice.

At this moment, the eight demons were already in a state of confusion, clearly because the words of the god had touched their hearts.

But this wavering thought was quickly dispelled.

The reason is that the price they pay for using the historical records of time is unknown.

Perhaps this is the price that history has paid for them. So what if they are influenced by the power of later generations?

If they succeed in suppressing the eight demon lords, they will become the masters of this era.

How could people of later generations possibly cross the long river of time to arrive in this era ruled by demons?

At the same time, along with Shen Du's explanation, Zhou Lan spoke.

The eight demon lords all looked at the demon wielding the Eight Immortals' magical artifacts.

And so it was with those who wielded the Eight Immortals' magical implements.

"The authority of Heaven—the myriad celestial phenomena!"

"The Authority of Thunder—Silent Thunder!"

"The Power of the Wind - Primordial North Wind!"

At this moment, Ximu, Xiaofeng, and Zhongsu all took action, and the entire sky of Blue Star presented a scene of apocalypse, with howling winds, booming thunder, converging wind and rain, and falling ice and snowflakes.

The power of the Demon Lord can influence the entire world.

An endless north wind suddenly blew towards them, and after the wind, hundreds of purple lightning bolts, like pillars of the sky, struck them.

In the sky, the north wind, divine thunder, and hail—three forces—gathered together and attacked simultaneously.

The celestial forces of Ximu are mixed, but once Zhongsu and Xiaofeng get involved, it becomes incredibly terrifying.

Witnessing such formidable power, the previously indifferent expressions in the eyes of the eight demons finally changed.

After they exchanged a glance, folding fans were raised, castanets began to play, and flutes began to blare.

The next moment, the invisible flute music transformed into a barrier of ripples, the folding fan opened and spun, radiating golden light, and the castanets resonated, forming an unbreakable barrier along with the flute music.

The two barriers, formed from the Eight Immortals' magical artifacts, blocked the attacks of the three demon lords and even absorbed their power for their own use.

The dazzling golden light released from the folding fan transformed into a colossal giant, its feet touching the sky and its head touching the earth. Upon seeing this, Li Yan threw out the Pure Yang Sword.

The golden giant wielded his sword and slashed at the sky, instantly shattering the illusion created by the three demon lords.

As the dark clouds dispersed, sunlight enveloped the blue planet, and all things gradually came back to life.

"Holy Lord, the artifact that counters your magic is far too powerful!"

Watching the combined offensive of Xiaofeng, Zhongsu, and Ximu shattered by the Chunyang Sword, Zhou Lan fell silent.

After Zhou Lan's words, even the gods were at a loss for words.

Indeed, among the Eight Immortals' magical weapons, Lü Dongbin's sword is perhaps the most powerful.

After all, swords are weapons, while the other magical implements of the Eight Immortals are gourds, flowers, folding fans, and lotus buds.

"Then let's each take action and eliminate our own enemies!"

After a moment's thought, Shen Du offered his suggestion.

But Ximu, who had retreated to the side, spoke up with a bared voice: "These damned magical artifacts can absorb our power, Holy Lord, we can't fight like this!"

"They have this feeling that they get stronger the more I fight them. Holy Lord, has your Demon-Sealing Array been destroyed or not?!"

"If they didn't, they would be constantly absorbing the energy between heaven and earth to replenish their own power. With the help of those magical artifacts, we really wouldn't be able to do anything to them for the time being!"

Shen Du frowned. "Impossible! A Demon-Sealing Array... What!"

Before Shen Du could finish speaking, he was interrupted by something unexpected.

Chapter 44 Consciousness Merging, the Eight Immortals Arrive Against the Flow of Time

"Om——"

A long sword flashed across the sky, and a golden giant, like a god, wielded a pure yang sword. He was as tall as a god and moved with incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, the Pure Yang Sword pierced into Shendu's chest.

A gust of wind flashed, and the golden giant, along with the god, plummeted from the sky and landed on the earth, stirring up countless clouds of dust.

"boom!"

As if the earth trembled, the two enormous figures vanished into the dust.

"Holy Lord!"

The seven demon lords cried out, but the other seven humanoid demons, wielding the Eight Immortals' magical artifacts, charged toward them.

For a moment, Zhu Lan and the others did not care about the safety of the capital of God, and each used their own vast divine power to fight against them.

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Once the strongest demon in the ancient Asian continent, Li Yan now wields the Pure Yang Sword and uses the divine power contained within it to pierce through Shen Du's body with one sword and stomp him to the ground with one foot.

At this moment, all he could see was dust, but he knew that the once proud Fire Demon Lord had been humiliatingly trampled under his feet.

This scene made him laugh heartily as if he had taken control of the situation.

"So what if he's the Fire Demon Lord? He's still a defeated one beneath my feet, Li Yan!"

"The weapon that suppresses the monarch has pierced your body. You are powerless to recover!"

As he spoke, the smugness in Li Yan's eyes reached its peak.

Suddenly, a dragon claw transformed into a fist, enveloped in boundless flames, dispelling the dust in the sky, and slammed heavily into the arrogant Power Nightmare.

"what!"

The fist, accompanied by flames, slammed towards Li Yan. He sensed Shen Du's movement, drew the Pure Yang Sword, and held it to his chest, blocking the punch that Shen Du suddenly threw.

His eyes were filled with immense shock. He had no idea that even after being struck by a sword, a god could still possess such strength.

"Boom!"

A heavy sound, like a sword striking iron, rang out.

"Whoosh—"

In an instant, the golden giant body of Li Yan retreated a thousand meters, leaving a deep mark on the ground before stopping.

"You can't be alright!"

Li Yan took a breath and looked up in shock at the current situation in the capital.

Golden blood flowed from the chest pierced by the Pure Yang Sword in Shen Du, falling to the ground.

How could someone who was already injured still use such divine power to attack him?

This was totally beyond Li Yan's expectations.

"I am the Black Demon Lord born from heaven and earth. I am born immortal and will live forever!"

"The noble power of healing can free me from all harm and free me from the bondage of pain!"

Shen Du soared into the air, shook his body to dispel the dust, and as he spoke, the parts injured by the Pure Yang Sword instantly healed.

He didn't expect this guy to launch a sneak attack.

Yes, after all, this is reality.

This era is ultimately dominated by darkness. Without the support of righteousness, almost no one can defeat the eight demon lords.

"Then let me see what's so powerful about this so-called Pure Yang Sword, this divine artifact!" A cold glint flashed in Shen Du's eyes as he slightly raised his right hand. Invisible fire energy from heaven and earth gathered and shaped a long scythe in his palm.

When the sickle appeared, invisible fire was stained in it, and a dragon-shaped mark was engraved in it. The body of the god gradually raised demonic flames.

Such tremendous power caused Li Yan to feel a little fear in his heart.

But then it suddenly occurred to him that with so much power he had gained, there was no reason for him to be crushed by the Demon Lord in one move, just like before.

"Don't think that just because you're intimidating, I'm afraid of you!"

"The Pure Yang Sword, slays the dragon!"

The demonic power within Li Yan's body resonated with the righteous energy of the Pure Yang Sword. He gripped the hilt tightly with his right hand and unleashed a slash of sword light.

Wherever the sword light reached, the surrounding area was utterly desolate, as if no living being could survive there.

"Ridiculous trick!"

"Dragon's Flame!"

Seeing the sword's edge approaching, Shen Du's lips curled into a disdainful smile. He casually raised his dragon-patterned scythe in front of him.