Gou cultivates martial arts and seeks immortality in the world of cultivation.

Chapter 125 The Old Dragon of the Dark Netherworld
This demon king resembled a fierce tiger, but it had a single horn on its head, two wings on its ribs, and its back was covered with jet-black patterns, exuding a menacing aura.

"It's a black-striped white tiger, and it's said that it has a trace of the bloodline of the ancient true spirit white tiger flowing through its veins!" Luo Siqing explained in a low voice, her tone solemn.

The black-striped white tiger stepped into the void, and with a sudden flap of its fleshy wings, a piercing clanging sound rang out in the void!

Two golden beams, each a hundred meters long and incomparably sharp, appeared out of thin air, like divine blades tearing through the sky, slashing down at Youxuan Zhenren with lightning speed!

However, at that moment, a gaunt figure silently appeared beside Master Youxuan.

He stretched out a hand that looked like a dried corpse and pressed it forward. Instantly, evil energy surged forth, and a gray longsword materialized, its blade trembling and emitting a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

This is clearly a magical artifact!
The longsword cleaved through the air, unleashing a vast expanse of gray blade light that precisely blocked both golden beams of light unleashed by the black-striped white tiger.

Another Golden Core cultivator has appeared!
Judging from his aura, he clearly comes from the Heavenly Evil Sect!

Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, from three different directions deep within the Yanling Mountains, three earth-shattering demonic energies erupted simultaneously!

Immediately afterwards, three enormous figures, as large as mountains, soared into the sky and rushed toward the outer edge of Yanling with terrifying speed!

Demon Kings! They're all Demon Kings!
Countless cultivators stared in shock.

The Yanling demon clan is terrifyingly powerful, with a total of five third-tier demon kings residing there!

The three demon kings joined forces, causing the heavens and earth to change color, and the clouds in the sky to instantly dissipate and vanish into nothingness.

At the same time, spiritual energy surged violently above the crowds of the five major sects, and three figures appeared.

Their figures were tiny compared to the Demon King, yet their aura seemed to connect with heaven and earth, making them the core of this area. The energy of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles frantically converged towards them, fluctuating with their will.

One of them had an otherworldly air about him, his spiritual energy transforming into swirling cranes, and lotus flowers blooming with every step he took, as if a banished immortal had descended to earth.

It is the True Man of the Sacred Heart Pavilion!

Above the other person's head floated a silver-white flying sword, its magnificent sword aura filling the heavens and earth, with countless sword energies surging and stirring up the winds and clouds in all directions.

He is a true master of the Qingping Sword Sect!

The third person rode on the back of a giant metallic bird. The bird had a wingspan of a hundred meters, and its body was covered in flowing runes that shimmered with an unfathomable light.

This is a True Person of the Puppet Sect!

The three immortals moved swiftly, each facing a demon king, and with a wave of their hands, they unleashed earth-shattering blows!
The entire sky was in complete chaos, filled and torn apart by all sorts of terrifying energies.

Below, countless cultivators stared in disbelief at the sky, their minds reeling.

Five demon kings and five Golden Core cultivators!
It's unbelievable that ten of these top-tier individuals, who are usually elusive and rarely seen, have gathered here today!
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" someone shouted hoarsely.

Without needing to be reminded, the forces of the five major sects were all retreating at a rapid pace.

The clash between a Golden Core cultivator and a Demon King was terrifying; a casual strike was enough to obliterate a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even one at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

If you don't create distance, even being hit by a wisp of the aftershock of the battle will surely result in your soul being scattered!

Boom boom boom...

The sky was filled with constant roars as various rays of light, demonic energy, sword beams, and demonic power collided wildly.

The ten top experts exchanged more than ten blows in an instant, and it was difficult to determine a winner. In the end, they all retreated and formed a stalemate.

However, a peerless and sharp sword light suddenly shone, forcefully slicing through the chaotic energy flow, and then a burly figure appeared.

This man carried a broadsword wider than his palm, his gaze icy as he stared into the depths of Yanling Mountains, his voice like rolling thunder: "You all fear that old dragon, but I want to see if that old dragon is truly dead after a thousand years!"

Before he finished speaking, the broadsword on his back automatically unsheathed itself, flew into the sky and grew rapidly, then transformed into a streak of light and shot fiercely into the depths of Yanling!

scoff!

The broadsword tore through the sky, emitting a terrifying whistling sound. Below, countless leaves and withered grass seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, rising from the ground and gathering behind the broadsword.

Guided by the broadsword, every leaf and every withered blade of grass seemed to transform into a sharp sword!
Countless plants and trees converged into a hundred-mile-long river of sword energy, which rushed fiercely into the heart of Yanling with the power to destroy everything!

The five demon kings tried to stop them, but they were tightly entangled by their respective opponents and could not break free.

Why are you so attached to this?

Just then, an old and peaceful voice came from deep within the Yanling Mountains.

Immediately afterwards, a pure white chill shot into the sky, colliding head-on with the hundred-mile-long river of sword energy.

Contrary to expectations, the massive river of sword energy, stretching for hundreds of miles, suddenly froze in mid-air, unable to move!

Upon closer inspection, the entire river was completely covered by a thick layer of ice crystals, frozen in place, crystal clear, reflecting a cold light under the sunlight.

The burly man's expression changed drastically. He rapidly formed hand seals and let out a long howl: "Sword, come!" *Whoosh!*
The frozen broadsword trembled violently, its blade unleashing endless sword energy that madly assaulted the surrounding ice crystals.

After several attempts, it finally broke free of its restraints and flew back with a "whoosh," hovering above the burly man's head.

The long river of sword energy, composed of countless plants, lost its support and collapsed completely with a "bang," turning into countless ice shards that fell in a flurry.

The burly man's face was extremely solemn, his gaze fixed on a certain spot in Yanling, and his deep voice rang out: "This old dragon is actually still alive!"

Before he finished speaking, a dragon's roar that shook the heavens and the earth resounded!

Immediately afterwards, a silver-white dragon soared into the sky, its body twisting like a silver lightning bolt that ripped through the heavens, rushing straight at the burly man!
Wherever it passed, the temperature of the world plummeted, and the water vapor in the air instantly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals. Enveloped by the immense demonic power, they crushed towards the burly man like an ice storm!

"kill!"

The burly man roared, pushing his magical power to its limit. The broadsword above his head shone brightly, splitting into ten thousand sharp sword beams that shot through the air to meet the silver dragon!

The first thing to be hit was the sky full of shooting ice crystals!

ding ding ding...

A series of dense, rain-like collisions rang out, the broadsword trembled violently, and its sharp blade light dimmed rapidly under the impact of countless ice crystals.

Swish!
Suddenly, a silver-white dragon claw ignored the sword light and fiercely emerged from the ice storm, grabbing the broadsword with perfect precision!

hum!
The broadsword let out a painful wail, its sword light instantly dissipated, and the entire sword was sent flying backward by an irresistible force, traversing a hundred miles of void!
The burly man staggered backward, his face turning pale, his blood surging within him, and he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"I haven't made a move in a thousand years, and now even a lowly beginner doesn't take me seriously. Today is the perfect day to stretch my muscles!"

The aged voice rang out again, tinged with indifference.

A flash of silver light, and a terrifying chill rolled in like a tidal wave, rushing straight towards the burly man.

"Aren't you going to make a move? Are you all just watching the show?!" The burly man roared anxiously, both shocked and furious.

"Didn't you boast that you were invincible in attack and wanted to test this old dragon's strength on your own? What, you're already done for so quickly?"

A mocking voice rang out.

Not far away, magical light surged, and a slender and alluring figure appeared.

The woman was only wearing a thin black veil, and her explosive figure was faintly visible under the veil, making her alluring and captivating.

Yet beneath her feet lay a churning sea of ​​blood! The sea of ​​blood expanded rapidly, covering the sky for dozens of miles around, with countless blood-red shadows howling and wailing within, resembling a hellish inferno!
The Blood Fiend Demon Sect has revealed its second Golden Core cultivator!
The burly man from before was undoubtedly another Golden Core cultivator from the Qingping Sword Sect.

The moment the Demon Sect Master appeared, three figures with towering auras also emerged from the other three directions.

They were all Golden Core cultivators!

Today, the five major sects have mobilized a total of ten Golden Core cultivators!
This is a spectacle that hasn't been seen in hundreds of years!
“This old dragon was already a mid-level third-order dragon a thousand years ago. Although it suffered a Dao injury in the battle back then, a thousand years have passed and the Dao injury has probably healed. It should not be underestimated! Let us join forces to fight it!” The Golden Core True Person of Sacred Heart Pavilion solemnly spoke, and before he finished speaking, he had already launched the strongest attack.

The others, including the female demon from the Demonic Sect, also put aside their distractions and began to attack.

The combined attack of the five immortals was earth-shattering, its power enough to flatten mountains!
However, the old dragon showed no fear, letting out an even louder dragon roar. Its massive body twisted, and its silvery-white dragon claws tore through the air as it actively met the five attacks!
Boom boom boom boom!
Five deafening roars rang out in succession. The combined attack of the five True Immortals was actually defeated by the old dragon all by his own strength!
Immediately afterwards, the old dragon opened its huge mouth, and a white cold current containing extreme cold gushed out, like a dam bursting and rushing towards the five great immortals!

The temperature of this cold wave was terrifyingly low. As soon as it appeared, the world seemed to instantly plunge from the sweltering heat into an extreme icy hell!

The five True Immortals' expressions changed simultaneously. They dared not be negligent in the slightest and each summoned their natal magic treasures, which they had nurtured for many years, and unleashed them with all their might to strike forward, joining forces to resist this destructive cold current.

With the combined efforts of the five people, they finally managed to withstand the terrifying cold wave.

In the distance, Lu Lin looked up at the fierce battle in the sky, first speechless, then an uncontrollable joy surged into his heart!

Isn't this the Xuanming Frost Dragon he's been searching for?
It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!
What are you waiting for?
Martial Arts Furnace, pour it into me!
Lu Lin stared intently at the enormous dragon's body in the distance. With a thought, he poured all the time he had accumulated into the "Mysterious Netherworld Cold Dragon Blood罡 Technique" without hesitation, preparing to undergo the crucial "Divine Enlightenment"!
However, the moment the cultivation time began to be infused, a strange change occurred!
The Xuanming Frost Dragon in his eyes suddenly grew infinitely larger, instantly filling his entire field of vision, as if it occupied the entire world!
The dragon's icy eyes seemed to pierce through the void, coldly sweeping towards his direction, before letting out a soul-stirring dragon roar!

Roar!
Lu Lin felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His whole body trembled violently, and in an instant, he felt as if his head was about to explode, with excruciating pain shooting through him!
His vision went black, and his mind and consciousness seemed to be completely torn apart by an irresistible and terrifying force!
At the critical moment, the martial arts furnace deep within his sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly, emitting a gentle light.

A soft halo quickly enveloped his entire consciousness. Lu Lin felt a warm current flowing through his brain, and the soul-tearing pain rapidly subsided, his consciousness finally returning to clarity.

"Huh...huh..."

He was panting heavily, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

Just a moment ago, he truly felt the approach of death!

what happened?

It was because the old dragon was too powerful and its ferocity was overwhelming, so it was impossible to use it as a target for "enlightenment" or it would suffer a backlash.

Lu Lin's mind raced, and he instantly came up with the most likely explanation!
Still shaken, he looked up at the sky again. The old dragon was still fighting the five True Immortals, as if the terrifying moment just now was merely his own illusion.

(End of this chapter)