Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The woman chuckled softly, "This is one of the places where the Eight-Headed Serpent is buried. Do you really want to break the seal?"

During this time, Qing Shuangtai entered Corpse Monkey Mountain and had several conversations with Bai Chuan Linghua. Although the two could not be considered friends, they had a mutual respect for each other.

"Shirakawa Ryouka, my lord's command is to release all the dragon heads. Now that three have returned, let us activate this one."

"Qing Shuangtai, by doing this you are going against the righteous path of the Bitter Realm. Could it be that you intend to surrender to the embrace of the evil god?"

Qing Shuangtai smiled and said, "It's just a snake, how dare it call itself a god?"

Shirakawa Ryouka glanced at the serious-looking Chao Yizhu: "Releasing the dragon head may require getting your hands dirty with blood."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of blind swordsmen rushed over and surrounded the three of them.

The old man sweeping the floor shouted, "Who dares to trespass?"

Shirakawa Ryouka leisurely drew the twin swords hanging at her waist. Their cold, sharp blades generated their own aura, snapping a few strands of the old man's white hair.

"I've learned my lesson."

With swords flashing like wild waves and her body moving like a butterfly, Shirakawa Ryouka's slender and straight legs spun continuously in the air, her kimono skirt resembling a vibrant flower.

"presumptuous!"

The nine blind swordsmen simultaneously raised their heads. Although they were blind, their sword sense was keen and they were of one mind, so they attacked at the same time.

clank!

Boom!

Qing Shuangtai drew a line on the Taiyuan Guqin with his finger, and a pair of swords, one white and one green, suddenly flew out. The powerful sword energy was like a surging wave, engulfing all nine people.

"The Void Crossing of Mount Ling bids farewell to the past and present!"

"Master!"

Nine Absolute Blind Swordsmen looked solemn, and then the nine of them joined forces to block Qing Shuangtai's advance.

In an instant, the sword intent swept across the entire winding mountain path, severing all the surrounding trees and even cutting through the thick fog that had lingered for years, revealing the pale sky.

Chao Yizhu watched coldly as the Nine Absolute Blind Swordsmen joined forces to form an array, their progress showing remarkable coordination. However, their martial arts were affected by a thousand-year-old restriction, significantly diminishing their combat effectiveness.

There is no immediate danger to Qing Shuangtai.

Although Shirakawa Ryouka's twin swords were unpredictable and varied, there was no killing intent in their aura; it seemed they were only there to delay the old man.

Chao Yizhu was even less willing to make enemies of these guardians. He held his breath, slipped past the Nine Absolute Blind Sword, and walked into the depths of the winding mountain path until he reached the center of the formation.

"Immortal aura?"

A vast and pure aura of immortals emanated from the formation, like a giant net, concealing the dragon's head and evil energy beneath the earth.

Chao Yizhu focused his energy and swung his halberd downwards with tremendous force, striking the core of the formation.

Boom!

Jun Fengtian's last ultimate move was no match for Chao Yizhu's full-force attack. With a deafening roar, the area within hundreds of feet collapsed, the sacred character crumbled, the immortal energy dissipated, and the sealing formation disintegrated.

A terrifying evil aura shot up into the sky, instantly condensing into the shape of a dragon, and swept towards the East China Sea.

The return of the fourth dragon head strengthened the power of the evil god once again, and demonic energy swept across the East Sea and spread throughout the land. The remaining four dragon heads were agitated by this and roared in response.

For a time, the human world resembled hell.

Chapter 400 Goodbye, Underworld

With the release of the fourth dragon head, the millennium-long protection vanished, and the Nine Absolute Blind Swords of Qushan Stone Path nearly went mad.

However, the three of them, including Chao Yizhu, had lost their will to fight. Qing Shuangtai made a quick retreat, and Bai Chuanling returned to Corpse Monkey Mountain.

Heaven.

After Yi Ye Shu finished exploring the Western Buddhist Realm, he told Luo Hou what he had seen and done, and Luo Hou also told him about what had happened in Dao Wu Wang Valley.

"Even before the arrival of the evil god, the situation of Buddhism and Taoism is already so precarious."

The strange occurrences in the Western Buddhist realm, besides the suppression of the dragon head, are actually related to Yama's Ghost Prison. However, the time is not yet ripe, so Luo Hou naturally cannot reveal this to Yi Ye Shu.

The primary goal is to eliminate the evil god's aid. In addition, unstable factors must also be eliminated. He handed the Qiu Se Sword to Yi Ye Shu.

“After the resurrection of the Earthly Demon, it will continue to do evil, and it will take the power of Brahma to kill it completely.”

"To eradicate evil completely, Yi Ye Shu has an inescapable responsibility."

"The Netherworld is in my hands. Let's move out."

Cold night, cold moon, lonely peak, lonely wind.

"Life is like a game of chess, unpredictable and ever-changing; how laughable are the heroes of the past!"

As Yi Ye Shu ascends to the Demon's Tears, Huo Jian Di Ming is frantically playing the Dark Night Melody, composing his final story.

"A perfect story has a beginning and an end. The final chapter of Doomsday 17 is destruction and redemption."

"How can someone who only knows how to destroy be redeemed?"

"The reason why people are considered the best is because they don't know the story of the gods in the dark."

"The realm of suffering has no need for stories of gods, drink!"

A giant Buddha's palm slammed down, its golden light reaching far and wide, illuminating the deep darkness of the night.

"Blood Darkness Palm!"

Unwilling to be killed, Di Ming gathered his Blood Darkness power again and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

With a surge of righteous Buddhist energy and intense dark power, the two palms met at their peak, and in a deafening explosion, good triumphed over evil, and Di Ming was sent flying by Yi Ye Shu.

But then he saw Di Ming stubbornly stand up and wipe the crimson from the corner of his mouth.

"Ha, Yi Ye Shu, so what if you killed Xuan Zhe? I will still appear before you again."

With a clang, Qiu Se's sword was drawn.

"Then I will send you to hell again."

"The bloodline of the Elven hidden lineage? It seems you came prepared. It's just a pity that the Dazzler has already surpassed the limitations of the past. Your efforts will be in vain."

"The blood of the innocent has been avenged by Brahma today."

"If you can truly end the cycle of the Dazzling Ones, then you will have the opportunity to defeat the Eight-Headed Evil God and let the Dazzling Ones witness your true strength."

"Your destination is only the deepest hell."

"Very well, on the road to Fengdu, martyrs march, heroes are buried in the wilderness; Heaven is silent, Earth is speechless, are mortals the lowest of men, the end times are atheistic!"

When Shen Qi made his move, a powerful celestial aura swept across the land, followed by a surge of dark energy that filled the sky with crimson. Di Ming had actually combined the power of the Holy and the Demonic with his own, unleashing a devastating sword strike.

Holding the Autumn Serenade sword, Yi Ye Shu absorbed all the wind and clouds, channeling all his Buddhist power into the blade. Sensing the aura of the source of Blood Darkness, the hidden bloodline within the Autumn Serenade sword was instantly activated, radiating countless streams of color.

The sword was blazing hot, its roar like the cry of countless wronged souls.

The two swords clashed violently, and the Demon's Tears underwent a dramatic transformation, with smoke and dust billowing and peaks being carved into valleys.

With a deafening explosion, Di Ming was forced to retreat again, his face even paler, but he did not show weakness. He unleashed a wave of his Divine Cry, displaying immense power.

"The raging torrent of evil is overwhelming!"

"A sword left Zen!"

With the sword in hand, Yi Ye Shu naturally unleashed a new sword move. With the blessing of Buddhist energy, the sword light gradually eroded the blood darkness, though slowly, it was effective.

Upon realizing that the power of Blood Darkness was affected by the Autumn Serenity Sword, Di Ming laughed instead of getting angry.

"Heh, it seems these useless elves are indeed very dissatisfied with the Dazzler."

"You have committed heinous crimes by disregarding human life!"

"Night Demon Devastates the Eight Desolations!"

Although he was no match for Di Ming and fought with great difficulty, he pushed his power to the limit. The Divine Cry in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and the dark blood power in his body surged out to resist the sweeping of the invisible Buddhist energy around him.

"Not concerned with life or death, a sword leaves a trace of Zen!"

Seeing that the sword energy was effective, Yi Ye Shu unleashed another ultimate move. A beam of golden light pierced the darkness, like the first rays of dawn, or a dazzling light sword descending from above.

The two swords clashed once more, shattering heaven and earth and shaking the universe.

The Demon's Tears collapsed with a deafening roar, sweeping the Underworld into the rubble and plunging it into a deep valley.

Just then, a red light flashed behind Yi Ye Shu, and a phantom figure broke away from his physical body and headed straight for the bottom of the valley.

The red phantom caught up with Di Ming in the blink of an eye, spread its arms, hugged Di Ming tightly, and sucked the blood-dark power around it.

"It's a very good tonic."

The pain of the Dark Force being stripped away made Di Ming groan involuntarily, but he clearly heard this soft murmur in the sound of the falling wind. He angrily opened his eyes and stared at the red phantom that was perched on his shoulder.

Her eerie face revealed excitement, her cherry lips greedily absorbing the dark power.

As the power of blood darkness flowed into her body, the phantom gradually solidified, transforming into a woman with red hair and a red dress.

Di Ming couldn't help but burst into maniacal laughter: "Evil Heart Demon Buddha, you really are the Evil Heart Demon Buddha, hahahahaha!"

"Ha, whether he is a Buddha or a demon, how could you possibly fathom it?"

"Those who are dazzled will face their fate in the underworld."

"Thank you for the nourishment, but you will never live in the sunlight again."

"That's good, you've finally freed the dazzled."

As the last trace of blood-dark power was stripped away, the woman in red released her grip, allowing Di Ming to fall into the abyss.

In the blink of an eye, a loud bang rang out, and the martyr's flesh and blood shattered into dust, his soul being cast into the realm of divine punishment.

At the summit of Demon's Tears Peak, the Dharma Image trembled slightly, and the woman in red silently returned to the body of Yi Ye Shu, immersing herself in her dantian to cultivate alone.

As if sensing something amiss, Yi Ye Shu frowned and pondered for a moment before picking up the Divine Weeping from the ground and leaving.

The battlefield of Bifang Mountain at this time.

In the third match of the Heavenly Dragon's Proof, the Demon Lord of the Netherworld faced not the Lord of the Dark Realm, but Lone Star Tear.

"Shadow, you take victory and defeat far too lightly."

"He is the true Emperor's Spear of today."