This humble Taoist priest, Qianhe, begins his quest for immortality by slaying demons and monsters.

Zhong Bai naturally didn't care about Li Yingqi's gaze.

However, Zhong Bai immediately noticed the dissatisfaction in Lian Xing, the senior disciple of Emei.

Zhong Bai remained calm in response.

As his cultivation level and strength increased day by day, there was no shortage of people in the world who disliked him, including Lian Xing.

accurate?

Then just keep it to yourself. Anyway, someone like Lian Xing is not as good as Xuan Tian Zong. At least Xuan Tian Zong's Bu Yue dared to face Zhong Bai, even if he was severely injured with just one palm.

As for someone like Lian Xing, who can only kill with his gaze, it's a waste of time to pay attention to him.

After withdrawing the Samadhi True Fire protecting his body, Zhong Bai exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the sweat on his forehead gradually disappeared. It was not easy for Zhong Bai to use the Divine Power of Law of Heaven and Earth, but it was truly terrifying. Even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator like the Yellow Spring Demon Lord did not have a chance to resist before being directly blasted into oblivion.

Zhong Bai fell from the void.

The respect in Zhang Zhiwei and the others' eyes when they looked at Zhong Bai had increased even more.

Even with the combined efforts of seven people, they were still unable to severely injure this demon. It was only Zhong Bai's Samadhi Fire that managed to trap the Yellow Spring Demon Lord.

The gap was too obvious, and they knew that clinging to Zhong Bai's coattails was the right thing to do.

"Humph!

"A sycophant!"

Lian Xing was utterly disdainful of Zhang Zhiwei and the others' attitude towards Zhong Bai.

They didn't even consider whether Zhong Bai and the others could hear them. They were all Nascent Soul cultivators, and within dozens of miles of the surrounding Soul-Guiding Lamp, how could their every move escape their control?

In an instant, the gazes of Zhang Zhiwei and the other six men darkened, and they all turned to look at Lian Xing.

Li Yingqi realized something was wrong and quickly signaled to his senior brother with his eyes.

Unfortunately, seeing Li Yingqi's expression only made Lian Xing feel even more frustrated.

"Junior Sister, am I not telling the truth? I'm just a sycophant!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yingqi knew in his heart that he was doomed.

As expected, before Zhong Bai could even speak, a senior brother from Longhu Mountain snorted coldly, and bolts of lightning swirled around him.

"A piece of trash from Emei dares to be so arrogant? Does he think we have no temper?"

His gaze was fixed directly on Lian Xing.

"We are opportunists..."

Hehe, Longhu Mountain and Maoshan are of the same lineage. You people are so high and mighty, but when you release your primordial spirits and demons, who will you hide behind?
Why have they been sticking to me like a leech these days?

"you!"

Lian Xing's veins were bulging, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Enough with the nonsense, Lian Xing. If you've got the guts, let's have a fight. The Kunlun Xuantian Sect still has the courage to draw their swords. Are you afraid of them?"

Hearing the provocation from the disciples of Longhu Mountain, Lian Xing finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Who fears you!

As soon as he finished speaking, Lian Xing's Thunder Flame Sword transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for his senior brother from Longhu Mountain.

"Senior Brother Changkong, there's no need to hold back!"

Zhang Zhiwei encouraged his senior brother.

Zhang Changkong just smiled faintly. Although Lian Xing had the Thunder Flame Sword in his hand, the Five Thunder Orthodox Method of Longhu Mountain was no pushover either. However, compared to Zhong Bai, the four of them from Longhu Mountain seemed too ordinary.

Can……

The three of them are the most talented disciples of Longhu Mountain in this generation!

Around a hundred years old, all of them were at the Nascent Soul stage. How many people could match such talent?
Even though Lian Xing on the other side had spent 150 years cultivating to reach the Nascent Soul stage, he still wanted to rely on the sharpness of the Thunder Flame Sword to fight for his ridiculous face.
Heh, Zhang Changkong exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes turning icy as he decided to teach Lian Xing a harsh lesson.

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In the void, Zhang Changkong and Lian Xing stared at each other, both determined to succeed.

Without hesitation, the two transformed into streaks of light and collided. The Thunderflame Sword extended and retracted at will, with sword energy crisscrossing everywhere. At the center of the sword energy, a purple lightning bolt was slowly gathering. Then, the sky and earth changed color, and the heavens roared in fury.

"This humble Taoist, Changkong, beseeches the Righteous God of Thunder to uphold the law and descend divine thunder!"

For a moment, the ancient aura of the thunder filling the sky made Lian Xing frown.

"fall!"

boom!
Only that one explosion remained in the world.

A confrontation often happens in an instant, and so does victory or defeat.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Lian Xing's arm, which was gripping the Thunder Flame Sword, trembled slightly in mid-air, his entire body charred black.

"puff!"

Despite his ferocious expression and the desperate attempts to keep his body upright, Lian Xing was already charred and burned by the bolts of lightning.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Lian Xing's knees finally gave way, and the last bit of true energy he had been holding up completely dissipated, like a candle flickering in the wind or a kite with a broken string, causing him to fall vertically to the ground.

In contrast, although Zhang Changkong's Taoist robe was riddled with holes and bloodstains, the smile on his lips already foreshadowed his final fate.

“Being stubborn won’t work, Lian Xing. If you want people to respect you, you first need to know your own limitations!”

"You'd better watch yourself!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhang Changkong landed. At that moment, Lian Xing's once proud heart had already shattered.

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The ancient battlefield between the two worlds is like a ruin forgotten by time, yet it is also like a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Here, the seal, like a sleeping dragon, lies between the two realms, suppressing the evil and dark forces of the outside world and preventing the demons from being born and wreaking havoc on the human world.

That seal was created by powerful figures throughout history who poured their hearts and souls into it.

It wasn't solely created by the Immortal Ancestor of Longhu Mountain.

It is woven from countless runes, which shimmer with mysterious light, some blue, some purple, and some gold, like a huge runic chain that tightly locks the entrance to the ancient battlefield.

Around the seal, the space was distorted beyond recognition, and even the light became dim and twisted, as if even the light was afraid of being corrupted by the evil power within the seal.

However, as the wheels of time slowly rolled by, it is unknown whether the power of the seal gradually weakened with the passage of time, or whether the demons in the demon realm found a way to break it.

Now, wisps of dark energy have begun to appear on the seal, a sign of the infiltration of demonic power.

At first, they were just tiny cracks, like fine lines on porcelain. But soon, these cracks began to spread rapidly.

Accompanied by a deep rumble, the sound seemed to come from the depths of the earth, or like a sealed resentment roaring in anger.

Dense demonic energy began to seep from the crack, billowing out like thick black smoke.

The first to make a move was a gigantic demon whose primordial spirit power was strong enough to shake the edge of the seal.

His figure resembled a small hill, his entire body covered in black scales, each scale shimmering with a cold, eerie light.

His eyes were like two burning flames, filled with a longing for freedom and a greed for all living things.

His enormous head slammed into the seal, each impact accompanied by a violent tremor.

His primordial spirit power condensed into a sharp horn on his forehead, which pierced fiercely into the crack in the seal. With a "creaking" sound, the fragments of the seal were pried open little by little by his horn.

He let out an excited roar, the sound of which shook the surrounding space.

Immediately afterwards, a ghostly demon joined the ranks of those breaking the seal.

His body was ethereal and indistinct, as if formed from dark mist. His hands transformed into two sharp blades, piercing the seal like black lightning. He moved with incredible speed, leaving behind trails of black afterimages around the seal. Each time the blades pierced a crack in the seal, they generated a surge of magical energy.

His eyes gleamed with madness, and he emitted sharp whistles that seemed to mock the powerlessness of the seal, or perhaps to celebrate his imminent regaining of freedom.

There was also a demon whose primordial spirit was like a huge vortex, drawing in all the surrounding demonic energy.

He compressed his primordial spirit power to its limit, and then suddenly blasted it towards the weakest point of the seal.

In that instant, a black beam of light shot out from his body, like a dark comet crashing into the seal.

With a loud "BOOM!", a large hole was blasted in the seal, and the surrounding runes flickered a few times before dimming.

The demon laughed excitedly, his laughter echoing throughout the ancient battlefield.

A demon with countless tentacles writhes, each tentacle tip gleaming with a black light. These tentacles, like nimble snakes, burrow into the cracks of the seal and then pull forcefully.

His body writhed incessantly, as if exerting force. With each pull, the cracks in the seal widened, and more demonic energy surged forth from them.

His eyes were filled with excitement, as if he could already see the creatures of the outside world struggling under his clutches.

A demon resembling a bat, whose wingspan was tens of feet wide.

He flapped his enormous wings, stirring up gusts of black storm.

The storm swept towards the seal, blowing away the runes on it one by one. His eyes were bloodshot, revealing ferocity and cruelty. He flapped his wings and let out a piercing cry, as if urging the seal to break quickly.

Numerous demons are struggling to break the seal, and their combined power forms a powerful torrent of magic.

The torrent relentlessly battered the seal, causing the cracks on it to multiply and widen. The space surrounding the seal was completely shrouded in demonic energy, a state of darkness and chaos.

A demon grabbed a fragment of the seal with its enormous claws and then tore at it forcefully.

His claws dug deep into the seal, and with a forceful tug, he tore off a huge fragment of the seal.

He excitedly tossed the fragments aside and then lunged toward the larger part of the seal.

A demon wreathed in green flames unleashed its fire upon the seal. The flames licked at the seal's runes, burning them away one by one.

His body grew even hotter as the flames burned, and his eyes were filled with a thirst for destruction.

As the demons relentlessly pressed on, the seal finally succumbed to the overwhelming attack. A deafening roar resounded, as if the world itself were screaming in despair. The seal shattered completely, countless fragments scattering in all directions.

In an instant, all the demons erupted in a wild roar of joy. They surged forth like a flood bursting its banks. The primordial spirit power of those demons was released without reservation, shrouding everything around the ancient battlefield in darkness.

Some were baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, some were laughing loudly, and some were rushing impatiently toward the cultivation world, their eyes filled with ferocity and greed, as if they wanted to drag the cultivation world and even the entire world into an endless abyss of darkness.

The breaking of the seal by the demons was like a dark carnival, and behind this carnival was the beginning of a huge disaster that the cultivation world was about to face.

However... while the seal has indeed been broken, leaving the ancient battlefield will depend on individual abilities.

Outside the ancient battlefield, the eyes of the nine Nascent Soul Realm experts guarding the area quietly opened.

"Everyone, the seal has weakened, and demons at the Nascent Soul stage can now enter and exit. We will guard the four directions and try our best to keep these demons here!"

Dao Xuan Tianshi's eyes were calm. As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Mei Zhenren immediately took the Haotian Mirror and transformed it into nine rounds of dark light, which landed on each of their sides.

"This is the Haotian Mirror, leaving no place for evil spirits to hide. Gentlemen, I will take my leave first!"

White-browed Immortal, wielding the Haotian Mirror, headed straight for the west side, while Azure Dragon Lord of the demon race followed closely behind.

The eyes of Venerable Master Zunsheng and Venerable Master Tianning met.

The two of them walked towards the east at the same time...

To the north are two other powerful Buddhist figures, and to the south are two powerful demon figures at the Nascent Soul stage.

As for Dao Xuan Celestial Master...

Holding the Celestial Master Sword in his hand, his gaze was icy, and he leaped into the ancient battlefield.

The moment the seal weakened, it wasn't just the Nascent Soul Realm demons that stirred; even Zhong Bai and the others in the ancient battlefield felt as if the shackles that had been binding them had been released, allowing them to freely unleash their supernatural abilities of flying and escaping.

Everyone knew that it was time to leave.

At the same time, streams of demonic energy were already spreading out from the core area.

In an inconspicuous little corner.

Xuan Tianzong's eyes were dim and his face was as pale as paper. Although several months had passed and his injuries had mostly healed, Xuan Tianzong's heroic spirit had dissipated.

His energy and spirit are not as good as before.

"Xuantian Sect, cheer up!"
So what if we get defeated?

Even though I was deceived by the Blood Demon, I still stand tall!

An aged voice rang in Xuan Tianzong's ears, but Xuan Tianzong simply ignored it.

"Plague Demon, if you want to kill me, then do it. No matter how despicable my Xuantian Sect may be, I will never compromise or make a deal with a demon like you!"

"Ah!

Xuantian Sect, are you going to stand up to your ancestor?
Our ancestor said that you and I are not enemies.

Although I, the ancestor, have never left the ancient battlefield, I learned from the two old Taoists of Shu Mountain that Kunlun was tormented by the Blood Demon. I already know the memories in your soul. A top sect of the Taoist sect was actually dragged down by a scoundrel like the Blood Demon.

Don't you want to avenge your sect? To tear the Blood Demon to pieces?
You agree to the deal with me, and I can make it happen!

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. You can consider what I have to say..."

Seeing that Xuantian Sect still wouldn't budge, the Plague Demon felt a headache coming on.

(End of this chapter)