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Chapter 307 The Power of the Demon God, Xuan Qing's Deepest Fear [Two Chapters Combined, 6k]

"Let's go!"

Zhen Yuanzi held the Earth Book in his hand, and the pages of the dark yellow book turned, revealing a radiant glow.

"Go away!"

Wangchuan, with the Three Lives Stone above his head and the Yellow Springs Sword in his hand, unleashed a brilliant and chilling sword light.

This sword light was truly terrifying, as dazzling as stars, connecting the past and the future, and converging into a brilliant galaxy.

The Milky Way ripples like water, creating a somewhat illusory effect, like a quietly flowing river of time.

Boom~~
Purple mists churned, and black and white clouds flowed.

The past and present intertwine, this life and the next life merge.

Three majestic figures, bathed in the light of the universe, stepped out of the long river, each wielding the Yellow Springs Divine Sword, and together with the River of Oblivion, surrounded Zhen Yuanzi.

"Boy, you're still a ways off from stopping the Great Mushroom Ancestor!"

The deity that Zhen Yuanzi transformed into was extremely valiant.

His body was imposing, his eyes shone with the light of cold stars, his eyebrows were as dark as ink, and with each breath he exhaled, he stirred up a vast, towering aura.

"Mushroom Lord Wave Fist!" Zhen Yuanzi roared, his towering body seemingly supporting the entire world. This punch seemed to shatter the shackles of time and space.

In an instant, the void trembled violently, like a calm lake surface tossed with a boulder. Ripples spread out into the endless distance, as if to engulf the entire world in this turmoil.

Boundless clouds, responding to the laws of the Great Dao, surged and rushed in from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic, mushroom-shaped cloud, so large it blotted out the sky and spanned the ages, suddenly took shape, unleashing a world-destroying divine power.

"Boom!"

All rules and order, past, present, and future, tremble before this mushroom.

The terrifying will of the Great Dao raged, roaring towards the River of Oblivion.

Wherever it passed, space was compressed and distorted, and time seemed to be pulled into chaos by this force.

"combine!"

In the three lifetimes, endless flowers of the Great Dao bloom.

Its petals are either crimson like sand, or deep purple like sandalwood, or jet black like ink, or pure white like snow.

The crimson lotus is alluring, while the deep purple lotus is noble.

The black lotus is strange and mysterious, while the white lotus is pure and holy.

Facing the devastating Mushroom Lord Wave Fist, Wangchuan and his three Dao bodies showed no fear.

They stood proudly amidst a profusion of blooming flowers, creating four great barriers of earth, fire, water, and wind.

In an instant, the power of the four elements surged and converged in every corner of the three lifetimes.

boom! ! !
Spacetime trembled, and four swords were unleashed simultaneously, slicing through the giant mushroom and charging towards Zhen Yuanzi.

"Well done!"

Zhen Yuanzi's entire body shone brightly, and the Earth Book in his hand rose up, transforming into an incomparably mysterious mushroom scroll.

"The mushroom calamity is boundless, heaven and earth are one with the mushroom!"

The heavens and earth trembled at that shout.

The endless barrier of spacetime, fragile as paper, shattered instantly upon hearing that sound.

The immense power of the Great Dao caused the heavens and earth to change color, and countless calamities brewed and converged like a surging tide.

The overwhelming aura of calamity was an eerie, inky black, as if it were about to devour all the light in the world.

In these spaces and times stained with ink, billions of mushrooms sprouted like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Mushrooms grow everywhere, both in the sky and on the earth.

These mushrooms even adapt to their surroundings, bearing countless laws of the underworld.
The caps of those mushrooms slowly opened, as if vast galaxies were slowly unfolding.

Mysterious Daoist runes flickered between the fungal gills, converging together to form a vast and awe-inspiring mushroom universe.

Wangchuan and his own Dao body seemed to be swallowed up by endless darkness, deeply trapped in this universe filled with calamity energy.

Among his three thousand strands of hair, strangely, mushrooms of calamity energy sprouted, emanating a putrid odor.

Countless jet-black mycelia, like venomous snakes, slowly but terrifyingly covered their bodies.

In no time at all, Wangchuan's originally fair and flawless face was slowly covered by a net-like black mycelium.

The terrifying calamity threatened to imprison his life force and soul, turning him into one of the mushrooms of heaven and earth.

"You're still too green to challenge the Great Mushroom Ancestor!"

Zhen Yuanzi knew when to quit while he was ahead and made a quick getaway.

"Damn it, don't even think about running away!"

Just as the River of Oblivion and his three incarnations were about to be swallowed by countless mycelium, the Three Lives Stone emitted a brilliant light.

The power of spacetime surged forth like a raging river bursting its banks, causing the entire spacetime to tremble and distort violently under its immense force.

"The silence of the night, the swan song of the Great Dao, my sword will ascend to the summit of the other shore!!"

The red spider lily blooms, forever accompanying the dead.

The vibrant flowers quickly converged like a tide, forming an endless sea of ​​blossoms.

The blood-red flowers contained vibrant life, while the Yellow Springs exuded an intense aura of death. The auras of life and death intertwined, forming an incomparably terrifying ultimate killing force!

The Yellow Springs Sword, imbued with the meaning of life and death, traverses time and space.

The immense power of the Great Dao, capable of cleaving the heavens and destroying the earth, swept across the cosmos.

In an instant, the entire universe was filled with these two extreme forces, and the aura of the Great Dao permeated every corner.

All the ghosts in the entire Western Underworld trembled under this terrifying pressure.

"Not bad, you are now qualified to be compared to my Great Mushroom Ancestor!"

The universe shattered, and Zhen Yuanzi stood atop a giant mushroom amidst the surging calamity.

He sensed the power unleashed by the three members of the Qilin Clan, as well as an invincible aura.

The earth shook, and the seal on the underworld seemed less secure.

If we don't seize this opportunity to escape now, we might never be able to.

"However, Ancestor Great Mushroom has urgent business to attend to, so we'll meet again next time!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Zhen Yuanzi caused countless mycelium to dance in the air, transforming into an eternal portal.

"May the Mushroom Clan live on forever!"

~~~
"How scary! Let's go quickly."

The Fear Demon God and Jiu Feng were stopped by Meng Wuyou.

The hooded boy trembled.

"We're entangled with her now, it's too late to retreat!"

"You'd better drag a few people down with you."

Having said that, the Nine Phoenix Demon God revealed his true form, which resembled a phoenix from the underworld. He stretched out his neck and cried out, his voice filled with a mournful and shrill sound, like the wailing of evil spirits from the netherworld, or the curse of countless souls.

She spread her wings, stirring up boundless chaotic tides, and the piercing sound waves swirled and rippled.

Meng Wuyou remained unmoved, and the boundless merit above his head formed a blue cloud, from which golden flowers fell in abundance.

With a flick of her finger, a stream of light swept the nine phoenixes into the dreamlike river.

Boom! !

The true form of the demon god was immense, numbering in the billions. Nine phoenixes burst forth from the dreamlike river, their wings flapping as they soared through time and space.

A banner of Yin God descended, its boundless crimson color obscuring the sky, and the killing intent from all directions almost solidified into a tangible form.

Endless waves of chaos surged and engulfed everything.

Meng Wuyou frowned slightly, and the auspicious clouds of merit above her head suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

Such killing intent could not get close to her; with just a stomp of her foot, the chaotic tide subsided.

"All things are in ruins!"

The Nine Phoenix Demon God shook the Yin God Banner.

Within this chaos, boundless killing intent evolved. In this world of killing intent, everything in the sky and on the ground vanished, leaving only endless blood churning as if it were pressing in from all sides.

"Humph!"

Meng Wuyou, holding the Thousand Autumn Umbrella, consumed a large amount of merit.

One hundred and eight Yellow Turban Warriors appeared, firmly locking down this space-time.

The Yellow Turban Warriors are a supernatural power developed by Xuan Qing.

Initially, it was because the Hunyuan Cauldron was too bored, so Xuanqing promised to find it some companions.

All it takes is an innate spiritual treasure to summon these incredibly strong, obedient, and tireless ultimate tools.

Later, after Xuanqing developed the Xuanhuang Merit, the Yellow Turban Warriors received a major upgrade—the more merits they received, the stronger they became!
When these 108 Yellow Turban Warriors appeared, the Demon God Nine Phoenix's expression turned somewhat ugly.

Since the Taiwei Enclosure popularized the practice of accumulating merit, the demons and gods have also studied it in detail.

For example, the Destroyer God would do good deeds to accumulate merit, whether he had something to do or not.

The demon god Jiufeng also had some understanding of the Heavenly Dao and merits.

The simplest point is that this thing is a consumable!

"I'd like to see how much merit you have!"

A crimson tide surged forth.

The demon god Jiufeng charged forward, growing fiercer and more powerful with each battle!

However, she soon realized that something was wrong.

These Yellow Turban warriors are endless!

Seeing that she had shattered all 108 Yellow Turban Warriors, and that Meng Wuyou had replaced them with a new batch in the blink of an eye, she could no longer hold back.

"Just how much merit do you have?!" The demon god Jiufeng was furious and embarrassed.

Isn't merit a very rare thing in the primordial world?
You're not a deity from Taiwei Yuan, so do you think you can wholesale things in the underworld?
Facing the roar of the demon god Jiufeng, Meng Wuyou smiled slightly: "Hold on a little longer, my merit points are about to run out!"

Nine Phoenix's eighteen eyes were fixed on Meng Wuyou.

Since we can't deal with the Yellow Turban Warriors, let's deal with the god who created them!
"kill!"

The demon god Jiufeng transformed into a rainbow of light, shattering all obstacles in its path with irreversible power, causing the Dream River to fluctuate violently!
Meng Wuyou, holding a thousand-year umbrella, strolled gracefully through the void.

"Beat me to death!"

She commanded the Yellow Turban Warriors to surround the Demon God Nine Phoenix, giving her no chance to get close.

The Yellow Turban Warriors transformed into three heads and six arms, each one incredibly brave and invincible, unleashing a furious barrage of attacks on the demon god Jiufeng.

Nine Phoenixes shattered one Yellow Turban Warrior after another.

Yet they continued to appear in droves, fearless and relentless, punching and punching until the Nine Phoenix's demonic body was shattered and then reformed.

Upon seeing this, the hooded boy was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!"

The cries were so pitiful and desperate that they were deeply moving.

"Hmm?" Meng Wuyou's expression suddenly changed.

A strange sense of fear crept into her heart.

"Clang clang~~"

Countless divine chains, radiating an aura of immortality, flew out from the dreamlike river, their endless profound mysteries inscribed upon them, rendering the void in a riot of colors.

"Roar!"

A violent roar rang out.

Unfounded fear spread, and the Dao fruit of the Demon God caused a slight fluctuation in Meng Wuyou's heart.

"How terrifying! I'm really going to die!" The terrifying demon cried out, clutching his head.

Suddenly, a dazzling light descended from above, slashing down like a divine sword!
boom!
The Thousand Autumns Umbrella appeared in the sky, spreading out like a canopy to block the sword.

"Meng Wuyou, do you still remember me?" A colossal phantom of a demon god flew out from the Dream River.

His face was hidden in the shadows, only his golden eyes, like two inextinguishable red suns, pierced through the mist of the dream, exuding an aura of destruction.

Meng Wuyou's eyes narrowed: "The Demon God of Dreams?!"

"It's me!" With this response, the crying beside Meng Wuyou's ears gradually faded away, and the Demon God of Fear slowly disappeared before her eyes.

Instead, it is depicted as the "Dream Demon God"!

His face and figure gradually became clearer.

"Meng Wuyou, it's time for me to repay my Dao Fruit!"

The colorful chains suddenly transformed into the Dream Dao Heavenly Sword and fell into the hands of the "Dream Demon God".

"All grudges and grievances will be settled today! Kill!!!"

Boom boom boom! ! !
Heaven and earth collapsed, the Great Dao raged, and time and space were shattered and then reshaped.

The "Dream Demon God" wields the Dream Dao Heavenly Sword, like a calamity descending from the heavens, unparalleled and invincible, shaking all the heavens and myriad paths.

Looking at the "Dream Demon God" before her, Meng Wuyou looked inward and sensed the growing fear in her mind, which was the root cause of the "Dream Demon God's" reappearance.

"A demon god who controls fear?"

~~~~
"Huh? What's going on?!"

In the Western Underworld Sea, Jieyin and Zhunti, who were on the run, suddenly changed their expressions.

When the God of Fear released all his terror, they were also affected, and unconsciously showed expressions of fear.

The scene before the guide's eyes was changing, and everything was passing by rapidly.

The figure of a demon king appeared before him.

The demon king grinned at Jieyin: "I will destroy your teachings!" Jieyin, seeing himself, solemnly replied: "How can you destroy my teachings? My temples are all over the world, and my disciples, draped in robes, are as numerous as trees in a forest."

The Demon King laughed loudly: "When you were alive, I could do nothing to you, because your disciples were all devoted to the Dao and followed your teachings."

"But after your Nirvana, I will let my demonic offspring wear your robes, enter your temples, spread my demonic teachings, and corrupt your followers!"

"The demons are rampaging through the heavens; this is a catastrophe for the world, and you cannot stop it."

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Jieyin was startled.

At the same time, the things in front of Zhunti were also changing.

He "saw" himself and his senior brother breaking through the chaos in a disheveled state and finding the location of a palace.

Upon entering, the room was filled with reverence.

There are six seats in the front row.

Then Zhunti "saw" him begging and pleading, and tricked Hongyun and Kunpeng into giving him two seats.

Then comes the path to sainthood through loans.

Kill Hongyun.

He begged for alms throughout the vast wilderness.

Gradually, the scene shifted again and again.

From countless perspectives, I became the main villain, getting humiliated by all sorts of self-proclaimed "chosen ones."

You can easily fool yourself by reciting just a couple of lines of poetry.

"this is me?"

Zhunti was filled with deep doubt.

Then he smiled.

People laugh when they are speechless.

The same goes for gods.

"Am I, Zhunti, really that degrading?"

~~~

"You despicable Ancestor Mushroom, you just wait!"

Wangchuan picked all the mushrooms off his head.

Just as he was about to turn back and reunite with Xuan Qing, a slight ripple appeared in Wang Chuan's heart.

He walked slowly forward, as if stepping into another time and space, where all he could see were broken walls and ruins.

Click! !
Lightning flashed across the night sky, and a muffled thunderclap shattered a mountaintop.

Wangchuan saw a scorched giant tree, its crown broken off, leaving only half a black stump, as if it had suffered a terrible calamity.

"Xiao Cha?" Wang Chuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward to check.

The Wudao tea tree had completely lost its vitality and had been dead for a long time.

"Who did this?" Wangchuan roared.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of bright red out of the corner of his eye.

The tattered hem of clothing was buried in the earth.

Wangchuan's pupils contracted: "Sister Meng!"

He rushed forward like a madman, dug through the soil, and found only a bright red spider lily.

Click! !
Wangchuan suddenly turned around.

"Brother Styx!"

A bloodied and mangled face hangs upside down on the horizon.

That was "Nether River," whose eyes had been gouged out and a long sword was stuck in his forehead—Yuan Tu.

"Styx" was killed by his own sword.

Squeak squeak~~

Wangchuan gritted his teeth, his anger reaching its peak.

He followed the blood-stained road toward Mount Luofeng.

Corpses littered the roads along the way.

The Ten Kings of Hell were cut in half at the waist, and the corpses of countless judges and ghosts piled up like mountains.

The six heavenly palaces have fallen and are in ruins.

The main hall of Fengdu was also reduced to ruins.

Amidst the ruins, a majestic figure sat upon the imperial throne.

He wore a crown, his gaze was deep and profound, revealing boundless majesty, and he was staring at the newcomer.

Looking at the lifelike corpse, Wangchuan's eyes turned bloodshot.

"Which bastard is playing a trick on me!" Wangchuan almost laughed in anger.

The underworld was destroyed, and even the Emperor of the Underworld died.

Is he still alive?
Boom! !

Wangchuan brandished the Yellow Springs Sword, furiously slashing in all directions.

However, he was unable to break free from the illusion.

This illusion is fake.

But it's also very real.

Because Wangchuan was truly afraid of the destruction of the underworld and the death of all his relatives.

Under the influence of the God of Fear, his fear continued to grow.

Then, amidst the ruins, the lifelike "Xuanqing" stood up.
~~~

Even the gods were affected by thoughts of fear, let alone the newly born demon race.

Countless ghosts were trapped in fear, unable to extricate themselves.

For a time, the western part of the underworld was filled with the wailing and howling of ghosts and gods.

There was one type of ghost that, after being frightened, not only had no effect whatsoever, but actually became even more energetic.

That is a coward living in fear every day.

The cowards were quite pleased to see their companions around them start trembling and panicking in an instant.

"Great, everyone's turned into cowards!"

"From now on, the underworld will be the domain of us cowards."

"Hahaha!!"

Under the shadow of fear, the cowards' cultivation levels soared.

They almost laughed themselves silly.

~~~

"This demon god's methods are quite interesting!"

After killing Fuxi, Xuanqing was quite clear-headed, which could be considered a way of giving this "cheater" a proper title.

Looking at the empty world around him, Xuan Qing walked leisurely forward.

Before his eyes appeared a desolate, ghostly realm.

The Supreme Lord and Jade Emperor have died tragically.

As the Heavenly Court was nearing completion, all the gods perished.

In the primordial era of prosperity, heaven and earth were destroyed.

All the disciples of the Chan Sect were caught in the calamity, and countless beings died or were injured.

He also "saw" himself becoming a disciple of Hongjun, transforming into the evil, stupid, arrogant, paranoid, and ruthless Yuanshi Tianzun.

Finally, Hongjun fed her a small pill.

"I'm scared, I'm really scared!"

Xuan Qing shook his head and stopped watching.

"They have all sorts of outrageous fears."

Xuan Qing stopped, and before his eyes, the chaotic tides surged, and one demon god after another was awakening.

The Demon God of Illusion, the Demon God of Greed, the Demon God of Devouring, the Demon God of Darkness, and the Demon God of Light.
"Fengdu, your death is near!"

One by one, the demon gods that Xuan Qing had killed, and those that hadn't been killed, all came out.

Who wouldn't be afraid of being surrounded and beaten by three thousand demon gods?
Xuan Qing was instantly enveloped by boundless killing intent, sinking deeper and deeper into it.

Is he also unable to escape the mental illusion created by the Demon of Fear?
"Actually, I'm more afraid of other things than being beaten to death by you guys."

Xuanqing smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, the world changed once again.

A portal suddenly appeared in the chaos.

That was a modern gateway.

There is also a metal handle on the door.

Xuan Qing looked at the door, his eyes rippling with emotion, and the deepest memories in his heart surfaced in his mind.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he fell silent.

After a while, he reached out and a metal key appeared in his palm.

"I didn't want to watch it, but since I'm here, I might as well take a look."

Some unpleasant memories surfaced in Xuanqing's mind, and he sighed.

crunch~

The key went into the lock, clicked, and the lock opened.

Xuanqing gripped the metal handle with one hand and gently twisted it.

He moves very slowly.

My body, shoulders, and arms were trembling.

Sweat gradually seeped from his palms.

This single movement was surprisingly difficult for Xuan Qing, a Grand Luo Supreme.

Xuanqing pursed her lips slightly.

It seems they really don't want to face what's behind the door.

"boom!"

Finally, the door was opened!
Xuan Qing stood at the doorway, arms outstretched:

"Come forth, the source of my inner fears, the Demon God of Power—Pangu!"

Boom! ! ! !

Heaven and earth trembled, and all things returned to nothingness.

Countless paths were roaring.

In the illusion of fear, what you fear will come to pass.

So it's reasonable for me to be afraid of Pangu, right?
"Manifest, come!"

Xuan Qing's lips curled up in a wild smile.

I may not have seen many others, but this is not the first time I've seen Pangu.

But I'm genuinely afraid.

Fear, do you have the ability to conjure up a real Pangu for me?
~~~

"Don't—don't come out!"

"Pangu, get out! Get out!"

"Damn it, you big bad guy, you tricked me!"

With its own energy being frantically drained, the God of Fear was now truly terrified.

That indescribable being was simply beyond his ability to withstand!

"Pfft~~"

The God of Fear was so enraged that he vomited blood, and his aura was rapidly waning.

"Pangu, you son of a bitch!"

"Fengdu, you son of a bitch!"

Neither of them are any good.

The Fear Demon God thought that Xuan Qing could reveal some of his inner secrets.

As a result, I was completely fooled.

"run!"

The Fear Demon God dragged the Demon God Jiufeng away in a frantic escape.

A beam of axe light cleaved out from the portal of the terrifying illusion, and it had already caught up!
boom--

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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