Seal of God: Crossing the Snake Demon God, Devouring Evolution

Chapter 236 Dragon and Phoenix Dimension

At the front of the sinister and treacherous demon team, the devil exuded a strong dark aura, like a demon from the Nether Hell, which was terrifying.

Beside him stood a demon god as tall and strong as a mountain, with two horns on his head that were as sharp as blades and glowed coldly under the moonlight. His wings were fluttering behind him, and every flap brought a gust of cold wind that penetrated into the bones. He was none other than the Winged Bull Demon Saigong, who was ranked 61st among the 72 demon gods of the demon race.

Looking back on the past, he, the Winged Bull Demon Sai Gong, and the Flame Lion Demon An Luo first took root outside the Exorcist Pass. They were like three malignant tumors, guarding one side. They had been eyeing the Exorcist Pass for a long time, trying to find a good opportunity to break through the pass in one fell swoop.

However, time passed and things changed. Now, the old partner of the Winged Bull Demon Saigong, the Flame Lion Demon Anluoxian, has long since fallen and his soul has returned to the underworld. Even he himself has lost all his former glory and is left with only his broken body. He can barely find a place to stand in this demon team.

With overflowing hatred for the humans in the Exorcist Pass, like a lit powder keg, he resolutely participated in the raid, attempting to make a comeback and wash away the previous shame with blood.

When An Lan saw this scene, he was startled at first, as if his hair stood on end, and he became alert. But in a flash, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and joy appeared in his eyes.

It is truly a coincidence. Who could have expected that, just when I was about to leave the Exorcism Pass, I would actually run into this demon who "came to my doorstep". It is a godsend opportunity, just like a pillow when you are sleepy. It will also add to my achievement of hunting down the demon. Why not do it?
Look at this Winged Bull Demon Sai Gong, his actions are very strange. The Demon Pillar is still standing alone in the demon camp outside the Exorcist Pass, but he himself is like a thief, secretly leading an elite demon force, trying to sneak into the Demon Mountains and carry out the dirty business of attacking from behind.

You know, a demon at the level of a demon king has a basic strength of level nine and above. Such a strong man, coupled with the Winged Bull Demon and this well-trained elite army, once they sneak around the back of the Exorcist Pass without anyone noticing, it would be like a sharp blade stabbing a soft spot. The consequences would be simply disastrous. The Exorcist Pass and even the Assassin's Temple would probably fall into an irretrievable situation under this surprise attack, with the city broken and people killed, and rivers of blood flowing.

However, upon closer inspection, this Winged Bull Demon does not seem to have a high status in the demon army. His figure lags slightly behind the Demon King beside him, like a follower.

In the iron-blooded world of the demon clan where strength is respected, the demon gods that rank low are like down-and-out nobles. Without real cultivation to support themselves, even if they are called demon gods, in front of the strong, they are nothing more than soft persimmons that can be bullied at will. Their dignity is destroyed and they get no respect at all.

At this moment, he didn't even carry the Demon Pillar. His strength was like that of a hawk with its wings cut off. At best, he was at the eighth level and could no longer be as powerful as before.

On the other hand, even if the Demon King's cultivation has not reached the ninth level, level three, he is at least at the ninth level, level two. His strength is far superior to that of the Winged Bull Demon. The difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

"An Lan, what should we do?" Li Xin asked softly, her beautiful eyes full of worry. Although her voice was soft, it revealed her heart-wrenching tension.

An Lan lowered his eyes and pondered, his mind calculating rapidly. He recalled that in the original novel, Long Haochen had borrowed the power of the Ninth Holy Guard to perform a feat of pushing a mountain. Now that his cultivation was far superior to his then, and Holy Guard No. 9's strength had recovered to a higher level, it was natural for him to replicate this feat.

But he knew in his heart that relying solely on pushing the mountain to deal with such elite demons would be just scratching the surface and would not be able to hurt their roots. If he wanted to accomplish the goal in one battle, he would have to make careful preparations and prepare a few more "big gifts".

Thinking of this, An Lan tapped his chin lightly, took out a crystal stone, injected spiritual power into it, and recorded the demon army's every move and troop deployment in detail, just like a painter sketching the various scenes of the battlefield.

After finishing the recording, he looked up at everyone, his eyes fell on Cai'er, and his expression was serious: "You are very fast, take this crystal stone and rush back to the Exorcist Pass to report the crisis here. Inform the higher-ups, there is no time to lose!"

"Okay." Cai'er responded crisply, and her figure flashed like a meteor in the dark night. She instantly disappeared from the sight of An Lan and Li Xin, and rushed to the Exorcist Pass, leaving only a trace of afterimage, disappearing into the depths of the night.

An Lan, along with Li Xin and the four summoned Holy Guards, kept moving forward, like ghosts moving through the mountains and forests. An hour later, they cleverly bypassed the demon army and quietly appeared on the top of the mountain in front of them.

The terrain here is dangerous and high up, just like an eagle overlooking its prey, it can see every move of the demon army. An Lan looked at Holy Guard No. 9 with a burning gaze, revealing expectation: "With your current strength, can you disintegrate this mountain from the inside?"

"Okay." Holy Guard No. 9's voice was as loud as a bell, his tone was firm, and spiritual energy was surging around him, as if he was already planning a dismantling plan in his mind.

Now that his strength has recovered to the peak of the eighth level, he can use his spiritual power skillfully to find the vital points of the mountain. It is not difficult for him to topple a mountain.

"Okay, start preparing." An Lan instructed, then looked at Li Xin and said softly: "You will protect me, and I will also prepare a magic. Today, I will make sure that the demons will not return."

At this time, the demon army was like a winding black python, approaching the foot of the mountain where An Lan was. Judging from its marching route, it was going to bypass this mountain and then drive straight into the heart of the Demon Mountains and engage in close combat with the human defenders inside.

The demon army continued to advance, unaware of the impending crisis. Suddenly, the Demon King and the Winged Bull Demon seemed to be enveloped by an invisible pressure, their bodies suddenly stiffened, and they looked up at the sky at the same time.

The originally inky night sky was suddenly torn apart by two dazzling beams of light, just like a god swinging a sword to clear away the chaos. In a fiery red beam of light, a ten-foot-long fire dragon bared its fangs and claws, with flames billowing all over its body, as if fire from the sky had descended; in a deep blue beam of light, a gorgeous phoenix sang loudly, its long tail dragging endless blue flames, and it flapped its wings as if it was about to fly.

The red and blue flames blended together, as if forging a giant flaming sun hanging in the night sky, exuding a suffocating oppressive force and slowly falling.

"Stop advancing and defend with all your strength!" The Demon King reacted quickly and roared at the top of his lungs, like the sound of a huge bell, echoing throughout the entire army.

The demon army moved upon hearing the order. Five hundred bear demons strode forward like a solid wall of steel. Their tall bodies firmly protected the hell demons beside them. The mad demons and devils also attacked together, with layers of dark light shields trying to resist this catastrophic disaster.

The demon king looked as solemn as iron, and he knew in his heart that his whereabouts must have been exposed and he was being plotted against. At this moment, it was not easy to protect these 5,000 elite soldiers, just like sailing against the current, with great difficulty.

He gritted his teeth and made a prompt decision. A huge demon head roared out from behind him, instantly erecting a broad and thick barrier that encompassed as many elite demons as possible around him and protected him behind him.

The protection of the army also has its priorities, with hell demons and the great demons of the same race being given priority. As for the mad demons, they have a low status in the army and can only leave it to fate. The bear demons, on the other hand, rely on their thick skin and flesh to be self-reliant and withstand the impact.

In the sky, the "Dragon Phoenix Dimension" that combined the Blue Fire Phoenix from the Heart Flame Spirit Furnace and the Green Dragon Flame obtained from swallowing the Dragon Pill was like a golden crow falling to the ground, carrying with it blazing and violent flames, cutting through the pitch-black night, and smashing down with a tremendous force.

"Boom——" There was a loud noise, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The earth was shaking violently, the mountain peaks were shaking, the mountain bodies were exploding, and rocks were flying, as if a meteorite rain was pouring down.

The defense put up by the demons was as fragile as paper under this blow, and it collapsed in an instant. Fires raged, screams and roars intertwined, playing a tragic and tragic song. The ground instantly became a Shura field, with broken limbs and arms flying everywhere, and blood gathered into a pool, just like a blood lake suddenly appearing. Even the bear demon with a strong body suffered heavy losses under this fierce bombardment, and wailing was everywhere.

After releasing this move, An Lan's vitality was seriously damaged. His face was as pale as paper, without any blood color, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his body was trembling slightly, and his spiritual power was like a dried up spring.

But he gritted his teeth, forced himself to stay weak, and took Saint Guard No. 10, Saint Guard No. 11, and Saint Guard No. 12, transformed into three streams of light, and rushed directly to the demon army, the target - the Winged Bull Demon Sai Gong. At this moment, it was a godsend opportunity. The Winged Bull Demon was far away from the camp and was alone here, like a lamb to be slaughtered. Today was the day of his death!
(End of this chapter)