Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Ok?"

"That dragon head may have already returned to the Yamata no Yako."

"You, Luo Hou, deserve to die for repeatedly changing the script of the Dazzlers."

"In addition, the Demon Lord of the Netherworld and the Holy Mother of Nine Infants have both been resurrected."

"The Demon Lord's resurrection was Tianji's doing, so why did Jiuying resurrect?"

Another piece of news that surprised the Underworld.

Who would interfere in the affairs of the Netherworld?

Suddenly, a name that the Emperor Father had once mentioned popped into Di Ming's mind.

"Could this be his doing? Damn it!"

Seeing Di Ming's dazed expression, the clown puppet asked in confusion, "God of the Underworld, who has such power to resurrect Jiu Ying?"

"A man even the Emperor Father fears. It seems we need to speed things up."

Having made up his mind, Di Ming arranged for Kui Yi to find An Ying, kill the Demon Lord and the Holy Mother, and then bring back Di Jiong.

He himself went to Xishan Biecaoting. Of the four swordsmen who survived the battle of Shiliu Island, Fang Yuheng committed suicide, Jian Shangque went missing, and Huangmo Guying was said to be dead. Only Mingfuzi was still alive.

Di Ming knew that no matter how high the foundation of the Fate Master was, he must have been corrupted by evil at this time, and he had to deal with the dragon head at the Xishan Biecao Pavilion.

The distant Valley of the Wind.

A malevolent being with skeletal wings on his back, wielding a demonized falcon, and bearing a face resembling a desert eagle, rose slowly from the bottom of the valley.

"In the Dharma-ending Age, evil wings sweep across the world and the seas of hell. Heaven and earth grieve, war rages and demonic dragons bring calamity."

The reborn one is none other than Yu Bianjialuo, the last evil king of the Eight Legions of Heavenly Evil, and also the young master of the Ancient Roc Wind Clan.

On the day he participated in the Battle of Shiliu Island, he was killed by the combined forces of the Venerable Buddha's successor and the Desert Lone Eagle. His evil spirit followed the Desert Lone Eagle to the Valley of the Wind, to the newborn son of the Strategist Desert Lone Eagle.

Unexpectedly, the eyes of the martyr of the underworld noticed, and the underworld thus massacred the Valley of the Wind, sparing not even the infants, leaving the evil spirits to drift at the bottom of the valley.

Until a few days ago, Di Ming went mad and killed the Desert Eagle, throwing its body into the valley. While the body was still alive, Yu Bian Jia Luo attacked the Desert Eagle.

Anger and hatred filled my heart.

Yu Bian Jialuo roared into the sky, "Cloud Sea Immortal Sect, Earthly Netherworld, my rebirth will bring you the deepest tremors!"

Outside the Valley of the Wind, Mo Dao Juechen stared at the bone wings flying into the distance, a heavy expression on his face.

The eight warriors he had been waiting for finally appeared.

The Netherworld, destroyed by Luo Hou's single strike, holds a hidden world deep within its strata.

Green clouds loomed, and demonic energy soared into the sky.

During the process of conception, the reborn Demon Lord of the Netherworld and the Holy Mother of Nine Infants made love for several days.

Both their expressions and habits were different from before.

The Demon Lord pinched Jiuying's pointed chin and probed, "After a long separation, you are no longer the Holy Mother I know."

"You are not the Demon Lord I know, are you?"

"Your value lies in possessing the source of life in Yin and nurturing all demons."

"Prophecy Child, faced with such a ravaged Netherworld, you have no choice but to cooperate with me."

"I will avenge myself against the Netherworld sooner or later, but for now, I must first restore my strength."

The Demon Lord released the Nine-Headed Serpent and slowly rose into the air. His supreme evil energy drew upon the extreme darkness, gathering nebulae to fill his body and form the Six Calamities Restriction.

War, drought, flood, disaster, wind, demons!

Instantly, the restriction penetrated to the bone, and blood splattered into the clouds.

After observing for a long time, Jiuying let out a cold sigh of admiration: "You use the Six Calamities Restriction to stimulate your demonic body without paying a price, and exchange the most terrifying method for the fastest improvement. Your obsession with victory remains unchanged."

"In response to my enemies, they will not be lonely."

Which enemy do you have?

"No rush, one at a time."

Jiuying continued, "You should know the best way to restore your power, but since Wuxian and Zhuqueyi are hidden by Tiandu, why not use this as the first battle between the Netherworld and Tiandu?"

"To attack Tiandu, I need even stronger combat power, so you will be the one to unlock the 'Demon Release Record'."

Heaven.

Luo Hou convened the second meeting of the Eight Heavenly Evils.

Information from the past few days, including the movements of the Eight Legions, has been gathered before the Martial Lord.

The underworld is resurrected.

The Primordial Demon Lord and Jiuying were resurrected.

Yu Bian Jialuo is resurrected.

One by one, the resurrection pills are really free.

Chao Yizhu and Qing Shuangtai were keeping an eye on Yaksha Owl King Chi Luo. For many days, only a woman dressed in Japanese attire had been living in Corpse Monkey Mountain.

Since the woman did not step out of the mountain gate, the two men only watched her from a distance without disturbing her.

Shirakawa Ryouka, a woman from Japan, is both Chi Luo's teacher and his lover.

Luo Hou said to Qing Shuangtai, "You might as well talk to that woman first. She comes from Japan and may be able to reveal some information about the Eight-Headed Serpent God."

"I understand."

Ji Shanhu assisted Qing Haichao in keeping an eye on Daowu King Valley. Daowu King Valley sealed itself off for unknown reasons, and no one was seen entering or leaving for more than a month, until last night.

Last night, Henwufeng and Xiao Liuguang chased after a swordsman all the way to Daowu King Valley, only to be stopped by Jian Feidao.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the swordsman rushed into Daowu King Valley, and the people of Tiandu, including Jian Feidao, were all stopped by the formation.

"Martial Lord, according to Jian Feidao, that swordsman is Huo Feixiong, the Sword Emperor of the Central Plains. The people we are currently monitoring are all in Daowu King Valley. Should we attack them?"

Both Qinghai Chao and Jishanhu were steady individuals. During this time, they only kept watch outside the mountain gate and did not test the formation.

"Daowu King Valley does indeed harbor two members of the Heavenly Evil Clan, Yu Nengtian and Asura King. We must fight them when the time comes."

"In this way, we will be at odds with Daowu King Valley, and even the entire Daoist sect."

Luo Hou pondered and said, "If you go to Tianbo Haomiao, tell Xian Shou and Shao Hao about this. It would be best if Xian Shou could come to break the formation. If not, then let Shao Hao open a spatial passage to enter directly."

Le Xunyuan became excited: "Master, is this Heaven declaring war on the Daoist sect? Your disciple wants to participate too."

"It's a declaration of war against the evil spirits hidden within the Taoist sect. You can go and broaden your horizons."

Huang Quan clicked his tongue. This wasn't his task, so he wasn't involved in the fight. Fortunately, he had just challenged the Emperor's Terrace.

"Shadow Escape, Lone Star Tear, Nobody Ranking, and Evil Emperor: What should be done?"

"Let it go."

"Let go?"

"What we need to capture are the Eight Legions of Heavenly Evil. If we capture them, we'll have a few more jobs."

How do we deal with the shadows?

"kill."

Huang Quan stood up: "Xiao Cui, let's get to work!"

Chapter 385 An old general deserves to die on the battlefield

At the thatched pavilion on the western hill, the heavy twilight shone on the utterly weary man.

"A victory."

"Who?"

"I am the sword, the sword that has been with you since your birth."

"sword?"

"I brought you into this life, which you may see as unhappiness."

"you?"

"How you see me is how I will become you. Do you see me clearly?"

Jian Zhichi suddenly awoke, and above him was the familiar thatched pavilion. Turning his head, he saw that the Master was also snoring, leaning against a large rock.

After they entered the sect, for some unknown reason, Master Ming was exceptionally strict with Jian Zhichi and Sui Wudu, giving them only two hours a day to eat and sleep, and the rest of the time to practice swordsmanship.

Despite his rapid progress, the sword was so close yet he couldn't overcome the mental barriers and was unable to comprehend the sword intent of the Master of Destiny.

Suddenly, Jian Zhichi noticed layers of red sword energy swirling above Ming Fuzi's head, like a school of fish connected head to tail, flowing leisurely in the void.

Sword intent arises spontaneously, fish leap and kites soar.

Jian Zhichi stared intently at the school of fish formed from sword energy. As if sensing his gaze, the sword intent surged and flew towards him like a torrential rain.

At the critical moment, a scorching heat burst forth from his body, transforming into thousands of small swords that crashed into the sword intent of the Master of Fate.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sound of the two swords clashing startled Master Ming awake. He stretched and said with satisfaction, "This kind of weather is perfect for sleeping."

"Sword, Madness."

"You've finally drawn your sword. Old Man Dian can finally rest easy."

"Thank you very much."

The master came over, patted his hand with pity, and pointed to his heart.

"Your hands are sword-wielding hands, your eyes are murderous eyes, but your heart is made of flesh. Silent people often bear more than others. You are destined to meet Old Madman. Old Madman will help you reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship again."

"Where is he?"

"You mean Sui Wuduan? He's cooking over there."

Following the gaze of the master, they indeed saw Sui Wuduan lighting a fire in front of a stove made of several stones.