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In an instant, a fire dragon tens of feet long was born from nothingness, accompanying the god's movement as he wielded the dragon-patterned scythe.

This fiery dragon, imbued with intense heat, roared forward and charged in.

Wherever they went, even if the land was barren, flames would rise up invisibly. There was nothing flammable, yet the flames still ignited.

When the divine powers released by the two forces converged, the fire dragon formed from the divine fire tore apart the seemingly invincible sword light with a single claw.

"Click—"

In an instant, a crisp sound of shattering echoed through the sky.

The sword light with boundless power fell into the claws of the fire dragon.

Without pausing, the fire dragon opened its mouth and hissed at the Nightmare with incredible speed.

"Roar--"

He bit the Pure Yang Sword in Li Yan's hand and pressed it into the ground.

As the fire dragon gradually suppressed Li Yan's actions, just as Li Yan was about to retaliate, suddenly, the fire dragon, born from fire energy, exploded.

In an instant, flames filled the sky, shooting upwards and forming a small mushroom cloud.

At this moment, demonic clouds rose from the earth, which was burned dry by the scorching flames. The ground was extremely dry and torn into pieces.

"Cough cough!"

As the flames subsided, Li Yan knelt on one knee, his Pure Yang Sword planted in the ground, his eyes closed, and his aura completely gone, as if he were already dead.

"Humph!"

Shen Du, who witnessed all of this, did not stop. Instead, he flashed and arrived beside Li Yan in an instant, wielding his dragon-patterned scythe, intending to take off his head just in case.

But just as he was about to sever Li Yan's throat, he suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body exuding an aura that was neither demonic nor divine.

As he opened his eyes, the Pure Yang Sword trembled, its light flashing, firmly blocking the dragon-patterned scythe from the capital.

"what!"

Shen Du's eyes widened in surprise. The guy's aura had completely dissipated, but he didn't think he could end Li Yan's life with just one move.

To the astonishment of even the gods, the pupils of this demon exuded a pure divine aura.

"Om——"

"Boom——"

The sword's cry resounded all around as the Pure Yang Sword was raised and sent the still-astonished capital flying.

Immediately, Shendu steadied himself and asked in a deep voice, "You are not Li Yan, who are you!"

Upon hearing this, the golden giant slowly rose, a calm expression appearing in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "My name is the Pure Yang Sword Immortal—Lü Dongbin!"

At the same time, seven echoes were heard from the sky.

"My name is He Xiangu!"

"My name is Zhang Guolao!"

"My name is Han Zhongli!"

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"My name is Lan Caihe!"

The name of the Eight Immortals, passed down from their mouths, echoed in this era dominated by demons.

The undeveloped righteousness suddenly sensed these eight sudden righteous energies. It had no awareness of it, but it slowly absorbed them.

Chapter 45 The Eight Immortals Sacrifice Themselves to Record History

"Lü Dongbin!"

Shen Du's expression darkened. He truly hadn't expected that in the future, the Eight Immortals, born of righteousness to deal with the eight great demon lords, would violate the laws of time, travel back in time, and descend upon this era.

No wonder Li Yan was so easily defeated just now; it turns out it was because of Lü Dongbin.

"You wicked dragon, your sins are grave, and in the years to come, countless lives will perish."

"I have come here today, across the ages, to see if I can make you pay a price!"

Li Yan, or rather, Lü Dongbin.

At present, the consciousness of the Nightmare has completely disappeared, and in its place is Lü Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals.

"joke!"

"What do the deaths of countless lives have to do with me? I am the Demon Lord, and it is the will of Heaven that I rule this world. No one can refute me!"

"Humans are incredibly fragile. I am merely following the law of the jungle. I could crush most of them with a wave of my hand. They are too weak to defeat other demons and die. This is the law of nature!"

"I, a dignified demon lord, disdain to slaughter a bunch of ants!"

Shen Du faced Lü Dongbin's angry rebuke head-on, his eyes flashing with disdain, and he spoke in a cold, sharp voice.

To him, there is no difference between humans and demons. Even though he was a human before he traveled through time, he is not now.

The demon commits numerous evils and slaughters humans, and he does not restrain himself.

And the same is true for humans.

As long as humans or demons do not threaten his rule over the ancient Asian continent, the gods do not bother to care.

Even after Xue'er slaughtered so many demons, the gods simply said, "Let her be."

Ultimately, it's a dog-eat-dog world, where only the fittest survive.

The same goes for demons slaughtering humans; as long as it doesn't threaten the gods' rule, he won't interfere.

The Eight Immortals are beings who can threaten the status of the eight great demon lords.

Now, Lü Dongbin has defied the laws of time, flowing against the tide of history to descend into this era. And yet, people use future events to stand on the highest moral ground and condemn him for his grave sins. It is utterly ridiculous.

"Evil dragon, no matter what, you eight demon lords are all deeply sinful, and countless innocent lives have been lost at your hands."

"No matter how you try to argue, this is an indisputable fact!"

As Lü Dongbin finished speaking, fourteen figures descended from the sky, standing beside Shen Du and Lü Dongbin respectively.

“You have traversed the ages and arrived in our time; your future true form will inevitably suffer the backlash of time.”

"Even if you possess magical artifacts that can restrain our eight demon lords, in this era rife with black energy, you are no match for us!"

Zhou Lan stepped forward slightly, sticking out her tongue, her words filled with apprehension as she spoke in a deep voice.

"Indeed, you have defied the tides of time to arrive in this era. Reveal your true names!"

"Don't worry, when the time comes, I, Ximu Future, will definitely tear you, who haven't even grown up yet, to pieces!"

west Mu's eyes were filled with coldness, and a strong killing intent permeated the surroundings.

"Our true forms have already departed from this world and are no longer concerned with worldly affairs. As for the backlash of time, we can accept the will of Heaven, so how could we suffer any backlash!"

"That's right, we've gone against the tide of time, just to do one thing!"

"His true form suppresses the Demon Lord, while his lingering will submit to destiny!"

"It was the will of Heaven to suppress you demon lords in the past, and the backlash of time will only befall the demons we possess!"

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The Eight Immortals all spoke up, as if the price of going against the tide of time was insignificant to them.

"The scourge of the dragon!"

Shen Du's body erupted with a dazzling flame, and he twirled the dragon-patterned scythe with one hand.

In an instant, the sickle spewed fire, transforming into a vast and boundless dragon, its tail whipping towards the Eight Immortals.

"Boom!"

The Eight Immortals made no move, but simply watched quietly as the divine capital's offensive was about to strike them.

An unbreakable barrier of light blocked the attack from the capital.

"Disgusting magical artifact!" Shen Du's eyes revealed disgust.

Clearly, the barrier just now was the Eight Immortals' magical artifact protecting them on its own.

Seeing this, the other seven demon lords unleashed their vast divine power, creating an overwhelming force, and attacked the Eight Immortals together.

I thought I could break through the barrier created by the magical artifact, but it turned out to be unbreakable.

But suddenly, the gods realized that the barrier protecting the Eight Immortals contained the power of time.

"You possess the power of time?!"

Upon hearing this, the other seven demon lords turned to stare at the capital. Among them, Basha said in a hoarse voice, "Holy Lord, what do you mean? Do they have the power to control the Book of Time?!"

Before Shen Du could respond, west Mu spoke up from the side: "The Holy Lord means that they are about to pay the price for their actions of reversing the flow of time!"

Upon hearing this, Shendu nodded, "Indeed, they are unable to act now because the passage of time limits their movements!"

"As for destiny, this era is our destiny; it will not exist for anyone else!"

"However, they contain a barrier of the power of time that we cannot break through, and I have a strange feeling about it."

As the gods spoke, the radiant light of time gradually flowed across the sky, surrounding the Eight Immortals.

"What can we do now?!" Xiaofeng asked doubtfully.

"I don't know!" Shen Du shook his head.

"So we're just going to watch them like this?" Zhong Su said in a deep voice, though he still harbored the idea of ​​taking action.

“We cannot shake the power of time, and they cannot come out either,” Zhou Lan said calmly, sticking out her tongue.

"Why not use the Eight Trigrams Formation to mobilize the power of heaven and earth and destroy them!" Basha said in a hoarse and heavy voice.

Upon hearing this, many demon lords agreed that it made sense.

Shen Du frowned and hurriedly said, "No, the cost of this formation is too high, and we cannot afford it now. It's not worth it to destroy them!"

“But…” Before Basha could utter a rebuttal, the Eight Immortals simultaneously raised the divine artifacts in their palms and tossed them into the sky.

In an instant, the divine artifacts radiated endless brilliance, and after a moment they merged together to form a giant book that stood tall in the sky.