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Chapter 320 Ten Battles Between Humans and Demons, Battle (4000)

The divine halo around Xi Yuan transformed into twelve divine swords, which shot out violently.

Sword energy and divine light intertwined, like twelve rivers of sword energy rushing forward.

The Crimson Flood Dragon's eyes were icy cold. It stood with a human-like body, surrounded by a faint red mist. A crimson claw, carrying the mist, pressed forward.

Zheng! Zheng!
The sword energy rang softly, and sparks flew everywhere.

A dragon claw forcefully deflected the twelve divine swords and pressed forward.

Such a sight would make even the most powerful cultivator, let alone Xi Yuan, frown. This crimson dragon was indeed quite formidable.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and mysterious as he gazed at the red mist swirling around the Crimson Dragon, a sense of understanding flashing through his mind.

Good tactic!
The battle continued. Xi Yuan roared to the sky, unleashing divine light protection and boundless light techniques. One after another, spells burst forth from his body, intertwining and transforming into a beam of divine light, which he used to meet the attack from the front.

The sky was torn apart, the desert melted away, and all the yellow sand disappeared.

The red dragon maintained its stance, raised its claws, and charged forward.

boom! boom! boom!
One spell after another exploded, like fireworks blooming in the sky.

Xi Yuan roared and unleashed a barrage of attacks, unleashing a series of spells as he charged forward in a desperate, life-or-death struggle.

However, the red dragon's body was so sturdy that even if an attack landed on its scales, it would only produce a string of sparks.

Whenever the dragon brushed against the young man, Xi Yuan would cough up blood and retreat.

The gap between the two is quite large.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves had passed.

The Crimson Dragon stood in the desert, its golden beastly eyes radiating ferocity as it looked down at its enemies.

Its single horn glowed, and a red mist swept across the sky, striking forward and distorting the air, turning the desert into glass.

This is a powerful offensive technique, unique to the dragon.

Xi Yuan was forced to retreat, his body covered in scorch marks, unable to withstand the onslaught.

The red dragon's single horn shone even brighter, and it charged forward with all four claws.

Boom~
The crimson fog surged, covering vast stretches of desert, burying the divine light, and causing the streams and abysses to disappear.

"Let's end this!" the Crimson Dragon declared.

"Ah~~"

A mournful wail came from within the red mist, which then dissipated, revealing the outcome of the battle.

The crimson dragon landed on both limbs, its single horn piercing through the youth's chest, bathed in a blood-red roar.

Xi Yuan raised his head slightly, struggling to look at the tenth level, his eyes filled with apology, and opened his mouth but no sound came out.

slap~
His head drooped, and he was no longer breathing.

"No!"

Some people shouted, their voices filled with sorrow. They were all old friends and elders of Xiyuan, unable to accept defeat and death.

The red dragon raised its arms and pressed them onto the mangled body.

The next moment, he suddenly exerted his strength.

Stab it!

Blood splattered, bones fell, and the entire body was torn apart.

"Not bad blood food, enough for a hearty meal."

The red dragon, clutching two pieces of corpse, returned to the demon horde.

For a moment, the demons were excited and roared, while the cultivators remained silent.

"It's just one defeat, why act like this and let the beast look down on us?"

Amidst the laughter, a beautiful figure walked forward.

She was a very beautiful woman, with a graceful figure, fair skin, and flowing black hair.

She walked slowly to the center of the desert, looked at the demons, and parted her red lips slightly:
"He Xue, a Foundation Establishment Stage 1 cultivator from Wuliang Palace, who will fight her?"

Her Taoist robes fluttered, and she exuded elegance, drawing the attention of both humans and demons.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested one arm on a long ruler, watching the woman with great interest.

The woman is remarkable; her vital energy and magical abilities are both commendable.

It can only be said that Wuliang Palace dominated Guyashan, and there were still many outstanding people within its Taoist lineage.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

"My sister certainly has a lot of spirit."

Amidst the silvery laughter, a stunningly beautiful woman draped in a plain white robe emerged from the horde of demons.

She walked gracefully to He Xue's side.

The various sects of the Ancient Cliff Mountain were in an uproar, all staring intently at the beautiful woman.

"The Soul-Eating Poison Palace, you've gone mad, fighting on behalf of the demon race."

"They are courting death, defying the general trend of the world. Not to mention us, neither the demonic path nor the righteous path will let them go."

"I feel as if I can already see your end, your inevitable destruction."

……

The appearance of the woman in the plain white dress was unexpected by all the humans. They could have fooled her by secretly helping the demons.

However, to attack directly in front of all the ancient cliff mountain lineages would be to make an enemy of the entire human race.

He Xue's face was cold and stern as she looked at her opponent and made her move directly.

Boom!

Divine light burst forth, surging forward, vast and mighty, like a sacred ocean.

A beautiful woman dressed in a plain white robe raised her slender hand, and colorful mist rose from her fingertips.

These wisps of mist trembled slightly, like countless insects flapping their wings, layer upon layer, sharp and sinister.

"The Boundless Light Technique is a bit lacking."

As he strode forward, his palm strike came down.

Stab it!

The vast sea of ​​light was forcibly cleaved open, and a beautiful figure charged forward.

He Xue's pretty face was cold. She took a step forward and charged straight at him without flinching.

In an instant, the two traversed the sky and collided violently.

Boom!

Divine light burst forth, poisonous gas filled the air, and the chirping of insects mingled with long howls, echoing through the space.

The moment the two women made contact, they began a brutal and fierce battle.

Poisonous insects fell like rain, and specks of blood were scattered across the sky.

Ten tricks!

One hundred tricks!!
Two hundred moves!!!
The two women fought desperately, exchanging five hundred blows with all their might, battling to the point of madness.

Finally, He Xue struck her opponent through the chest with a single palm strike, shattering his internal organs.

He Xue's face was pale, but she wore a smile:
"I won!"

The woman, dressed in a plain white dress, had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Sensing the fading life force, a look of resentment flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"The moment I stepped into the desert, you could never win."

The words had not yet fallen.

Her chest surged with crimson, transforming into a kaleidoscope of colors that climbed upwards like a giant python, enveloping He Xue.

Everything happened in an instant, and the battle situation changed in a flash.

boom! boom! boom!
The dull thuds of impact continued to emanate from the five-colored blood cocoon. With each impact, the life force of the woman from the Soul-Eating Poison Palace would dissipate by a fraction.

One breath!
Ten breaths!!
Twenty breaths!!!
The five-colored blood cocoon remained motionless, and the woman in the plain white dress collapsed, her life force extinguished.

At this moment, the desert fell silent, and countless creatures gazed at the battlefield.

Time passed, but nothing happened.

An old Taoist priest, draped in a feathered robe and wearing a feathered crown, stepped out from the crowd, gazing at the scene in the desert with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Both are dead, the battle is a draw, let's call it a tie."

"it is good!"

"The war continues."

A dull rumble, like thunder, came from the demon horde.

At this moment, many cultivators looked grim; they hadn't won a single one of the two battles.

The demon race, on the other hand, was much more excited, as they had gained the upper hand.

Quack~
A toad cries out.

A golden toad the size of a hill leaped out from the demon horde and lay prone in the desert.

"A demon cultivator at the second level of Foundation Establishment, fight!"

The many immortals of Wuliang Palace looked solemn as they examined the golden toad.

This strange beast was extraordinary, its bloodline exceptional, reminding them of an attack before the ninth level. Two peak-level Qi Condensation Toads, a Golden Toad and a Silver Toad, attacked together, nearly destroying the ancient city.

"I come!"

A green-haired boy, dressed in an ancient Taoist robe, strode out.

The two beings gazed at each other from afar, sizing each other up.

Without further ado, the human and the demon attacked immediately.

Boom!

A divine halo appeared, radiating brilliance, and the young man unleashed his full power, holding nothing back.

Hmph! Ha!
The golden toad's belly swelled, and two dragon-like beams of energy appeared, sweeping across the divine ring.

Click!

The divine halo shattered, and its brilliance vanished.

The white dragon of energy surged forward with unparalleled force, engulfing the green-haired boy.

Boom!

His body shattered, blood splattered, and the green-haired youth roared to the sky, bursting forth with divine light as he struggled desperately.

The dragon-like energy surged, twisted, and swirled, relentlessly attacking.

In the blink of an eye, the human and the demon exchanged more than seventy blows.

Finally, the energy dragon dispersed, transforming into a sea of ​​energy that completely engulfed the boy.

Ah ~
Amidst the wailing, a burst of crimson light bloomed in the sky, then fell silent.

Wuliang Palace suffered another defeat.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator remained silent, the True Man was speechless, and everyone stared in disbelief at the departing golden toad.

They lost again. Is the bet that True Monarch Qianjie painstakingly made going to become a joke?

Or perhaps it's because after hundreds of years of cultivation, the younger generation of the demon race has already surpassed the generation on the ancient cliff.

Various thoughts echoed in the hearts of many powerful individuals.

Until a red figure slowly emerged from the crowd.

It took many powerful figures a while to come to their senses.

Their pace was neither hurried nor slow; each step they took was like the beating of war drums, stirring the heart.

He was a young man draped in a red robe, tall and slender, with unparalleled heroic bearing, his hair flowing freely, possessing an otherworldly charm.

tower!
He stopped, stood in the desert, and stared directly at the demons.

"Zhang Yuanzhu from Immortal Soldier Valley, a cultivator at the third level of Foundation Establishment."

The young man's voice was calm, yet it clearly reached the ears of every living being.

Boom~
"It's the seventh person from Immortal Soldier Valley. If it's him, we'll definitely win."

"Even the divine son of the Thousand Tribulations Temple couldn't withstand a single blow. How could such a prodigy be defeated?"

"It is said that he once roamed the Demon Realm and killed countless demonic geniuses. This battle will surely continue his glorious legacy."

The cultivators were excited, gazing at the crimson figure, and a clamor arose from all sides.

Even rumors, whether true or false, were enough to give them hope, especially since the first three battles had been so frustrating, with their side failing to win a single one.

The demons could hear the cultivators' conversation clearly and looked solemnly at the crimson figure.

"Good, this is the kind of opponent I should kill."

With a long howl, brilliant golden light burst forth from the horizon.

Stab it!

A golden light streaked across the sky, tearing through the heavens, and descended upon the desert.

It was a large bird wrapped in golden lightning, its feathers gleaming like cast gold, its beastly eyes coldly gazing forward.

Before it even landed, lightning flashed, and the golden bird transformed into a woman.

The woman was tall and slender, dressed in gold, with a stunningly beautiful face and a heroic air, as she carefully examined the young man.

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the other party's aura. His deep, dark pupils pierced through the illusion, revealing a burst of lightning. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It's rare for a Thunder Spirit to take human form; it seems we're going to have some unexpected gains today."

He had seen such creatures in ancient books, whether mountains, rivers, plants, or flames, all kinds of natural power, which, through chance encounters, gave birth to intelligence and became demons.

Once such a being cultivates, its innate talent is extraordinary, and its combat power is formidable.

"Nice eyes. After I kill you, I'll personally gouge them out as a keepsake."

The woman in the gold dress spoke softly.

She moved forward gracefully, with strands of golden lightning emanating from her body, dazzling and blinding, containing immense majesty.

Such an aura was so powerful that it caused the onlookers to stagger backward.

Boom~
Countless golden lightning bolts appeared, covering dozens of miles of desert and transforming into a vast ocean of lightning.

One after another, demonic beasts made of lightning appeared on the golden sea of ​​lightning, and began to surround and kill the young man.

"Thunder?"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, her smile unchanged.

He slowly raised his arm, opened his palm, and calmly formed a hand seal.

Nine Thunder Dragons Met!

Roar!Roar!Roar!
The roars of dragons echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

Purple lightning dragons appeared in the sky, their bodies made of lightning, their feet of dark clouds, and their horns of the desert.

The Thunder Dragon was enormous, soaring into the clouds with no end in sight.

The five dragon heads are facing downwards, majestic and noble, looking down at the earth.

In an instant, the demonic beasts formed from golden lightning vanished, as if the vast ocean of golden lightning had all dissipated into thin air.

The woman in the gold dress was tense, staring at the vast sky in disbelief.

Ambitious aspirations, high fighting spirit, and even the belief in certain victory were all shattered at this moment.

As a Thunder Spirit, she clearly felt for the first time what it meant to be awe-inspiring and unbearable to look directly at.

Like clouds and mud, the difference between the two is too great.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the woman standing there dumbfounded, took a step forward, and changed his hand seals.

"That's the end of that boring game!"

Boom! Roar!
Thunder roared, accompanied by the roar of a dragon, echoing across the heavens and the earth, shaking the vast desert sky.

Five enormous purple thunder dragons roared and howled as they swooped down.

The desert evaporated, the golden lightning dissipated, and even the woman in the golden dress was engulfed in the lightning.

Charging left and right, they will perish in the thunder.

“I was born from thunder and lightning, and I am here to punish on behalf of Heaven. How can I fall to the thunder and lightning?”

The woman let out a long howl, her black hair fluttering and her golden skirt billowing, but it could not stop her body from gradually dissipating.

Finally, it revealed its true form, a large golden bird, struggling amidst the encirclement and attack of five thunder dragons.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arm on the long, white ruler, leisurely gazing at the golden bird as it desperately squeezed out its own potential.

He was waiting, waiting for the fruit to be at its sweetest before picking it.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, what is he doing? Why doesn't he end this battle?"

"With his strength, any Thunder Spirit would die if he made a move now."

"This is a life-or-death struggle, how can you act like this?"

Many disciples of Wuliang Palace showed dissatisfaction, as even their own lineage's elite warriors, fighting to the death, might not be able to win.

The opponent can easily defeat the enemy with just one move, and in such a lazy manner.

The surrounding noise was unbearable, but the gentle breeze had no effect whatsoever.

He stood there in the desert, watching the golden thunderbird.

The opponent's body grew smaller and smaller, yet it also became more and more dazzling, like a golden sun being constantly tempered.

Time passes minute by minute.

A cup of tea!

One stick of incense!
One hour!!!
Zhang Yuanzhu gently stroked the measuring ruler with his five fingers, gazing at the golden lightning cocoon suspended in the thunder, his smile widening.

"The breakthrough here is even better than I imagined."

"It seems that in addition to the natal lightning core, we will also gain some good essence blood."

With a thought, the five thunder dragons dispersed, and the young man quietly awaited the outcome.

The woman in the gold dress also noticed something amiss, feeling resentful and filled with anger at being slighted.

The enemy underestimated her; once she breaks through to the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, her combat power will surely surge.

When the time comes, with the pressure of their respective realms, even if they are no match, surely they can run away.

(End of this chapter)