The world of cultivating immortals, the main altar of Taiyin Demon Sect.
One hundred thousand bones pave the road, and millions of blood corpses form a mountain. Above this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, there is a supreme demonic shadow overlooking everything.
Dozens of demon cultivators stepped on the magic weapon and knelt down in front of the supreme demon shadow.
"See my ancestor, congratulations to my ancestor for his great achievements in demonic power and unparalleled magical powers! One day he will surely ascend and rank with the gods and demons!"
The Supreme Demonic Shadow slowly walked down from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the bones under his feet crunching under his feet.
"After ten thousand years, I finally waited for this opportunity."
The Supreme Demon Shadow spoke slowly, his face was as green as a zombie, without blood.
"The myth that is impossible to enter above the initial land of transformation will be broken by the ancestor! The ancestor will be the new myth of this world of immortality in the future!"
A demon cultivator stood out from the crowd and said respectfully.
The Supreme Demonic Shadow slowly shook his head: "My confidence in passing the mirror level is only 50-50. I still need to make some more preparations, but these days, I always feel uneasy..."
Many demonic cultivators immediately panicked. Mahayana cultivators have very sensitive spiritual senses and it will most likely become a fact.
"I wonder when the ancestor started?" someone asked.
The Supreme Demonic Shadow thought for a while and said: "I probably only had this feeling when Ning Tu's team set off. Could it be that this attack on Nanmingzhou will eventually lead to disaster?"
The demonic cultivators said: "We have made everything foolproof in this operation. In the world of immortal cultivation, all the cultivators above Mahayana are in retreat, either busy with important matters, or disturbed by our power, and the ancestors in Mahayana are invincible.
Who dares to interfere with the ancestor's actions?"
The Supreme Demonic Shadow said lightly: "I have actually been thinking about one thing. Since the Emperor Xu Secret Realm was born tens of thousands of years ago, countless strong people have gone to explore it. However, the higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to pass the mirror pass.
Of the high-level monks who have passed the Mirror Image Pass, only a few in the God Transformation stage have done so."
“But I’ve been wondering, who set up these levels, and where did these people go?”
The demon cultivators immediately said: "The creation of this heaven-shattering secret realm must be existences at the level of immortals and demons. I am afraid they have left this world long ago."
The Supreme Demonic Shadow nodded slowly: "No matter what, since I have taken action this time, there is no room for turning back. I want to see what difficulties are blocking me in front. When Ning Tu takes Nanming Prefecture, the Demon Sect will
Everyone needs to be prepared, I will ask eight million ghosts to prepare for my tribulation."
The demonic cultivators replied one after another: "When the time comes, I will offer it with both hands to witness the ancestor's success in overcoming the tribulation!"
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In the world of immortality, there is an ancient battlefield between gods and demons.
A tall black evil roared, and an immortal cultivator was fighting with it.
This cultivator's body was wrapped with electric arcs, and when he struck out, he fired a thunderbolt that was hundreds of feet long, and the magic weapon in his hand was a treasure-level magic weapon! It was a magic weapon that was more precious than the Xuanbao, and it was also of the highest quality.
What is even more astonishing is that the cultivation level of this immortal cultivator is actually that of a loose immortal. He can transcend tribulations and ascend without dying. He is a loose immortal. He represents the limit that this world can achieve.
But even though this loose immortal had astonishing cultivation and held the best treasure, he still lost in the battle with this black evil.
This black evil was formed by the evil energy left by ancient gods and demons on this ancient battlefield. After more than 100,000 years of growth, it has become an indestructible existence in the world.
"Five thunders rectify the law, slay evil and destroy demons!"
Thousands of feet of thunder and lightning in five colors, purple, white, blue, red and yellow, burst out from Sanxian's body and struck towards the black evil spirit.
The black evil spirit took this blow, and most of the evil energy on his body immediately dissipated, and he fell down with a moan.
Sanxian looked happy, but before he could be happy for a long time, the evil spirit actually gathered together and began to repair Hei Sha's body.
"Oops, on this ancient battlefield, this thing cannot be killed at all! If I can't completely destroy this black evil with one blow, he will recover quickly."
Sanxian figured out the key, and a look of nervousness appeared on his face.
"Brother Zhao, I can't stand it anymore! Take action quickly!"
Sanxian shouted, as if Brother Zhao was his life-saving straw, and as long as he appeared, the crisis would be resolved.
"Coming!"
Suddenly, a sound echoed by hundreds of people rang out on the ancient battlefield, and an immortal cultivator came out of nowhere to kill.
The black evil spirit had already gained spiritual wisdom. When he saw that the loose immortal had come to help, the face formed by the evil spirit immediately showed a worried expression.
But when he saw the cultivation level of this immortal cultivator, he immediately showed an expression of contempt and ecstasy.
Because this cultivator is actually in the Nascent Soul stage!
A person in the Nascent Soul stage actually dares to come to trouble it. Isn't this asking for death? It doesn't even need to move, the pressure on its body can crush this Yuanying!
Sanxian looked at the Nascent Soul cultivator and suddenly became excited:
"Brother Zhao, I knew you were coming here. I really can't handle this thing."
A loose immortal actually has such respect for a Nascent Soul cultivator. If anyone else sees it, they will doubt whether they are dreaming.
The Nascent Soul cultivator had a cold expression and just said lightly:
"How come your lightning skills have deteriorated so much? You can't even destroy this thing?"
The casual cultivator felt a little aggrieved: "Didn't the thousand-year catastrophe of my Sanxian immortal come a long time ago? I use thunder to control thunder, and the divine thunder in my body must be raised for hundreds of years to recover."
Although the loose immortals enjoy the same endless lifespan as the immortals and demons, they will experience heavenly tribulations every once in a while in this lower world, and they will die if they cannot resist it.
Only then did the Nascent Soul cultivator come to understand and said: "It was the last time you went to another world? That makes sense. Remember to count the time next time. Without us, you will easily perish!"
"roar!"
Seeing that these two immortal cultivators were turning a blind eye to him and not taking him seriously at all, the Hei Sha became furious and bit the two of them before his body had fully recovered.
The Nascent Soul cultivator just looked at the black evil spirit coldly, and then patted his Tianling Cap.
"You are in a hurry to die, then I will satisfy you!"
The next moment, the Heisha, who had lived for more than 100,000 years, saw two things in Brother Zhao that could not appear from the Nascent Soul stage.
field!
There are hundreds more... Nascent Soul!
Hundreds of life-sized Nascent Souls waved their fists at Heisha.
In an instant, the ancient battlefield of gods and demons that had been plunged into darkness for hundreds of thousands of years was now as bright as day.
It was as if the Black Evil had never appeared before. It was instantly destroyed by the terrifying spiritual energy, leaving not even a trace of evil energy behind.
Hundreds of Nascent Souls flew back into Brother Zhao's body again, but his expression was still extremely dull. It looked like he had just killed an inconspicuous fly.