Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 251 Let's see which side God is on.

The 800-li-long Green Coffin Mountain completely collapsed amidst a roar.

Like a giant from the apocalypse breaking free of a thousand-year seal, crawling out from the abyss of the earth, just half of its body standing upright is already taller than the clouds.

The enormous demonic shadow was shrouded in mist, and only the thunderous laughter could be heard.

The laughter contained boundless madness and violence, even staining the clouds crimson.

When Chen Ye heard this wild laughter, he felt his soul shake, and even his golden body of merit was shaken and flickered wildly.

The disciples of the Incense Burning Sect beside him fared even worse; some collapsed to the ground, while others went mad after hearing the laughter.

Chen Ye had no choice but to summon the Beast Mouth Bronze Bell to trap these crazed Incense Burning Sect disciples inside, using the sound of the bell to bring them back to their senses.

Fortunately, Demon Lord Wujiu paid no attention to Chen Ye, who was like an ant. He simply waved his hand at the formation set up by the Hall of Longevity.

Originally, Ren Hongchuan, the head of the Longevity Hall, was leading his disciples in forming an array to resist, with the alchemy furnace spewing out rosy light, transforming into the last barrier of the mountain-protecting array.

However, when the Demon Lord Wujiu's palm gently brushed over...

In that instant, the world lost its color.

The invisible wind was given form by the Demon Lord Wujiu, compressed into crimson, turbid waves that caused space to collapse and thunder to roar wherever they went.

The alchemy furnace array that Changsheng Hall had painstakingly set up shattered like paper, its radiant light vanished, and flesh and blood turned to ash.

The head of the Longevity Hall remained as steady as Mount Tai when facing an attack from three Nascent Soul cultivators, but he was reduced to ashes with a gentle flick of the Wujiu Demon Lord's wrist.

This palm strike not only wiped out the entire Changsheng Hall, but also many traitors from the Fenxiang Sect who didn't have time to escape.

The head of the Hundred Crafts Hall was unlucky. Although he was fighting with the head of the Longevity Hall, he was enveloped by the palm of the Demon Lord Wujiu and turned into ashes. His soul could not escape.

He killed a hundred cultivators with a single palm strike, two of whom were at the Nascent Soul stage.

The violent aftershocks swept in all directions. The palaces and pavilions of the Incense Burning Sect, which were barely preserved under the protection of the array, collapsed like sandcastles. The scarlet turbid waves rushed out for hundreds of miles, and wherever they went, even the earth was corroded into barren gravel.

This is the real Devouring Demon Hand; what Chen Ye had seen before was just a childish trick.

What surprised Chen Ye even more was that the Demon Lord Wujiu did not even spare his own people. With this palm strike, he showed no mercy and killed most of the traitors from the Burning Incense Sect who followed him.

"Where did our grandmaster go? Wasn't he supposed to be dismembering Demon Lord Wujiu? How did he end up being resurrected?"

Chen Ye was puzzled, but now was not the time to consider that question.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

At Chen Ye's command, he ordered the Yin soldiers to lead the incapacitated Burning Incense Sect disciples to retreat.

He now only hoped that Demon Lord Wujiu would not care about him, a mere ant. That slap just now happened to hit in another direction. If it had been aimed at Chen Ye, even his Golden Body of Merit would probably not have been able to withstand it.

Chen Ye exerted all his strength, conjuring up a black whirlwind that carried everyone away quickly.

Perhaps Chen Ye truly had a destiny bestowed upon him, because the Demon Lord Wujiu really didn't notice the bunch of tiny ants beside him. The enormous demonic body in the clouds seemed somewhat dazed, and after unleashing a palm strike, it remained motionless, allowing Chen Ye to successfully lead everyone out of the Burning Incense Sect.

But that's not enough; the distance isn't even enough for the Demon Lord Wujiu to exhale.

Chen Ye dared not pause for even a moment and continued to lead his men in their escape.

However, they hadn't gone far when a layer of hazy golden light appeared, enveloping Chen Ye and everyone around him like a light veil, and then gently tugged at it.

Chen Ye felt the light and shadow around him being stretched into lines. When he could see everything clearly again, the scene around him had already changed, and the broken Green Coffin Mountain was no longer in sight.

Qu Heng appeared and landed in front of Chen Ye, his face showing both relief and solemnity.

Chen Ye breathed a slight sigh of relief and quickly asked, "Grandmaster, what exactly happened? Has the Demon Lord Wujiu really been resurrected?"

Qu Heng said helplessly, "I trusted the wrong guy, Lu Xingzhou."

Chen Ye looked puzzled and asked, "What happened to Lu Xingzhou?"

"He's dead. I killed him."

Chen Ye looked around. The disciples of the Incense Burning Sect seemed to be still in shock, and it seemed that no one had noticed the conversation between the two.

Chen Ye breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said to Qu Heng, "Grandmaster, could you please speak more clearly? If this gets out, the Yellow Spring Sect will be wiped out."

Qu Heng seemed to only just come to his senses, realizing that his words had been too easily misunderstood, so he explained in a low voice, "It was Lu Xingzhou who was determined to die and wanted to possess the body of the Demon Lord Wujiu..."

Qu Heng used the simplest and most straightforward language to describe everything that had happened to Chen Ye.

It all started when Lu Xingzhou's soul was captured by him.

Knowing that his days were numbered, Lu Xingzhou shut down his five senses and allowed Qu Heng to extract his soul.

This near-suicidal behavior convinced the Soulfire Little Man that Qu Heng had taken control of everything.

Then came a struggle until the little soulfire figure told Qu Heng the secret technique of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

However, the little soulfire figure was also very cautious, only revealing the first half. The second half required Qu Heng to give him Lu Xingzhou's soul to devour before he would speak. No matter how much Qu Heng tried to persuade him, he couldn't get it to talk. Helpless, Qu Heng could only use various methods to determine the truth. After confirming that the first half of the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique was entirely genuine, he then destroyed the little soulfire figure.

The more readily they kowtowed and became disciples, the more decisively they turned their backs on their master and betrayed their ancestors.

Qu Heng never intended to help the Soulfire Little Man revive the Demon Lord Wujiu.

The Crimson Serpent Demon Sect has become the Yellow Springs Sect, and their cause in the Northern Frontier is thriving. How could they suddenly abandon the light and turn to darkness to help the Demon Lord Wujiu be resurrected?

The Soulfire Little Man didn't know, but Qu Heng knew very well that Zhang Qi wasn't dead yet, and it was hard to say who would receive the final sword strike.

Therefore, after destroying the Soulfire Figurine, Qu Heng merged Lu Xingzhou's soul into the corpse of the Demon Lord Wujiu, intending to help him possess the body.

However, Lu Xingzhou seemed to have miscalculated one thing.

It's not so easy to possess the body of the Demon Lord Wujiu.

After the souls merged, the Demon Lord Wujiu, who was originally half-sealed, began to struggle frantically. His hollowed-out brain even regenerated. If Qu Heng hadn't run fast, he probably would have been crushed to death by the Demon Lord Wujiu's brain.

Having finally escaped, the Demon Lord Wujiu awoke. He had barely propped himself up when he wiped out most of the Burning Incense Sect with a single slap.

Qu Heng sighed, "Lu Xingzhou definitely couldn't suppress the consciousness of Wujiu Demon Lord. He overestimated himself. There is a gap between the Dao Integration Realm and the Dao Integration Realm."

Chen Ye frowned. If Lu Xingzhou really failed, then only Zhang Qi could suppress the Demon Lord Wujiu. However, he only had one last sword left. If he could not kill the Demon Lord Wujiu, then the righteous path would no longer have any cultivators at the Dao Integration Realm.

The Demon Lord Wujiu will be invincible.

However, after thinking for a moment, Chen Ye said to Qu Heng, "Lu Xingzhou should know the Demon Lord Wujiu quite well. His possession of another body was probably not a spur-of-the-moment decision. He has been preparing for it for a long time. Perhaps there is still a chance?"

Qu Heng smiled wryly and said, "That depends on whose side Heaven is on. A thousand years have passed since the demonic sects disappeared and the Taoist sects flourished. Who knows if it's time for the demonic sects to rise again? Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. Heaven doesn't always stand on the side of the righteous path."

The Demon Lord is the most powerful demon in the world, and the Demon Lord Wujiu was one of the most influential in his time.

A thousand years ago, all eighteen demon lords had died completely, but this one remained alive even after death, which shows how powerful he was.

The newly awakened Demon Lord Wujiu still had countless hideous wounds on his body, and thousands of layers of rune chains tightly bound his entire body, even penetrating deep into his bone marrow.

But in a short while, his flowing blood transformed into billions of ferocious demons, devouring the sealing chains within his body.

Then these evil spirits transformed into fresh blood and re-infused into the flesh and blood of the Demon Lord Wujiu.

Like the wounds on a mottled old wall beginning to heal, the bluish-black skin slowly returned to its bronze color, and the shattered face grew back.

If it weren't for his towering height, he would appear to be nothing more than a handsome and dashing man, with no hint of ferocity or evil.

Wujiu Demon Lord was not a true demon.

He was originally the most outstanding disciple of the Incense Burning Sect. Years ago, he was ordered by his sect to abandon his promising future and join the Demonic Sect. In order to gain the trust of the Demonic Sect, the Incense Burning Sect even forced him to kill his own brother, making others think that he was insane, so that he could gain the trust of those demons.

The Demon Lord Wujiu believed in his master, thinking that only in this way could all living beings be saved.

A genius in cultivation is a genius no matter where they are. When Demon Lord Wujiu joined the Demonic Sect, he was only at the Profound Realm, but in just over ten years, he reached the Divine Transformation Realm. During this time, he also had many fortuitous encounters, finding a supernatural secret technique called the Eight-Nine Arcane Art in an ancient secret realm, and his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds.

During this period, the Demon Lord Wujiu continued to provide intelligence to the Incense Burning Sect, allowing the righteous path to survive.

But for this, he also killed many people.

Whether they were righteous cultivators or mortals, even the Demon Lord Wujiu couldn't remember how many he had killed.

But he remembered his master's words: his own brother had sacrificed himself for the greater good of the world, and so had he. Only through sacrifice could the opportunity to save the world be obtained.

If you can sacrifice your own brothers, why can't you sacrifice others?
For the greater good, what does it matter how many more people we kill?

Wujiu Demon Lord firmly believed that he was saving the world, so he only realized this when the Incense Burning Sect betrayed him.

There was no sacrifice, and no great cause.

His brother died because of the Incense Burning Sect's scheme, and also because of his own foolishness in believing the words of those hypocrites.

Unfortunately, by the time they realized it, it was too late.

The Demon Lord Wujiu was betrayed by his most respected master, and his soul and body were injured by Zhang Qi's sword. His remnant soul was then personally nailed down by his most beloved junior brother, Lu.

Memories are returning, and everything from the past is coming back to mind.

The Demon Lord Wujiu let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Lu Xingzhou, I once regarded you as my own brother, you shall die a horrible death!"

The roar shattered the clouds and carried for miles.

But right after that mournful cry, Lu Xingzhou's voice echoed in Wujiu Demon Lord's mind.

"Senior brother, I am already destined to die a horrible death, but I will take you with me."

On the shattered Green Coffin Mountain, countless lights shone, and the mountain-protecting array, which should have been dilapidated, actually reassembled, transforming into shackles that bound the Demon Lord Wujiu once again.

(End of this chapter)