Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

The King of Hell gritted his teeth: "My secret techniques from the Ghost Realm might be able to hold them off!"

He is the strongest in the ghost realm, and he has the confidence to back it up.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor looked at the other three Demon Emperors. The Earthly Demon Emperor and the Black Demon Emperor nodded, while the Yellow Demon Emperor pondered for a moment:

"If my four brothers join forces and unleash the Four Symbols Demon Emperor Formation, we should be able to trap these three!"

"Good!" Wan Jianyi's gaze sharpened.

"Then let Yama deal with the two, and the four demon emperors trap the three. The remaining four demon kings..."

"I, the Asura King and the Fire Ghost King of the Ghost Realm, can each handle one of them!"

Added by Yama, the King of Hell.

"There is only one Demon King left," Dugu Jiansheng stepped forward, his longsword emitting a clear and melodious sound.

"Then all of us from the Divine Land will form the 'Demon-Slaying Sword Formation' and join forces to deal with this!"

"Excellent!" Wan Jianyi cupped his hands in greeting.

"I ask that you all hold them off first to buy me time to launch my counterattack! Remember, protracted combat is the priority, and delaying is paramount!"

The seven demon leaders and the top experts of the Divine Continent all nodded, suppressing their shock.

Each locked onto its target, and a surging momentum soared into the sky, standing shoulder to shoulder with the overwhelming demonic power!

On the other side, the nine demon kings saw that the allied forces not only did not flee, but instead formed a battle formation.

Their fierce, all-out battle seemed rather dull and made me a little impatient.

"You ants, since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

The bull-horned demon king roared and transformed into a streak of black light as it charged forward.

"My comrades, kill! Crush the clouds and wash the world in blood!"

"kill!!!"

The earth-shattering battle cries finally erupted completely!

A dark, surging tide of demons, and a torrent of allied forces shimmering with various magical artifacts.

Like two devastating tsunamis, they collided with a deafening roar!

The sky was as red as blood, and dark clouds pressed down overhead.

The seven peaks of the Qingyun Mountains stand majestically, shrouded in a sinister aura emanating from the demon realm.

The mountain wind howled, carrying the aura of a demon army pressing in.

"Fellow disciples, enter the image!"

A deep shout resounded throughout Tongtian Peak, and Dugu Yuyun's white beard flew up as he suddenly unfurled the Taiji Yin-Yang Diagram in his hand.

The scroll was only three feet square, but it swelled in size the instant it was released.

It transformed into a gigantic array that blotted out the sky.

The black and white colors are distinct, and the yin and yang energies flow in and out.

It seems to encompass all the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

Before he finished speaking, Dugu Yuyun's figure had already transformed into a blazing white light, rushing into the center of the array.

Qingwei, Mo Yixi, and the other six elders of Shushan exchanged glances.

They both saw resolve in each other's eyes.

Without uttering a single wasted word, the six of them moved in unison, their robes fluttering as they plunged into the formation like six shooting stars.

Following closely behind were dozens of elders from Mount Shu.

One figure after another rushed forward, merging into the ever-rotating Tai Chi diagram.

"Seven Stars Subdue Demons, Begin!"

A shout came from within the formation, and seven stars lit up from the depths of the formation diagram.

Arranged according to the orientation of the Big Dipper.

In an instant, the Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram shone brightly, carrying the resolute will to die of the Shu Mountain lineage.

They charged toward the towering, shadowy figure in the distance.

That was the Bull Horned Demon King—a hundred feet tall, with curved giant horns on his head and his body covered in obsidian-like scales.

He stood before the demon army, like a moving mountain.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself."

The Bull-Horned Demon King's voice rolled across the sky like thunder.

He didn't even use a weapon; he simply threw a punch.

That punch changed the very fabric of the world.

Black demonic light erupted from his fist, transforming into a pillar of light tens of feet in diameter.

Wherever it passed, space twisted and cracked, emitting mournful cries of unbearable burden.

It seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were howling within the pillar of light.

Those were the lingering resentments left behind by the demon king's slaughter of living beings, and now they have become part of his power.

Many of the young disciples in the alliance were pale-faced.

The power of this punch was beyond human capability to withstand.

However, the Taiji Yin-Yang diagram floated up like a feather, light as a feather, towards the black pillar of light.

"boom--!!!"

At the moment of impact, time seemed to stand still for a split second.

Immediately afterwards, a shockwave visible to the naked eye swept in all directions.

The entire Qingyun Mountain range trembled, rocks tumbled down, and ancient trees snapped.

The white jade plaza on Tongtian Peak is cracked with spiderweb-like fissures.

The aftershocks even shaved off the tops of several distant peaks.

As the smoke cleared, everyone held their breath and looked on.

The Tai Chi symbol still hovered in mid-air, though its light had dimmed somewhat.

The array diagram had a few cracks at its edges, but it had indeed blocked that punch.

The Bull-Horned Demon King's pupils contracted.

Although he didn't use his full strength in that punch, he still used about 70% of his power.

Enough to flatten a mountain peak.

This seemingly flimsy array was able to withstand the power of the Demon King?

"Interesting." The Bull-Horned Demon King grinned, revealing sharp, white teeth. "Watch how I tear you apart!"

He no longer acted arrogantly; the muscles in his arms bulged, and the demonic patterns spread from his neck to his wrists.

Those enormous hands, strong enough to grasp mountains, reached out towards the Taiji Yin-Yang diagram with a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through space.

On the other side, Wan Jianyi stood atop Tongtian Peak, conspicuous amidst the overwhelming demonic energy.

He surveyed the battlefield—the Shu Mountain forces were using a Tai Chi diagram to hold back the Bull Horn Demon King.

The other demon kings were also held back by the leaders of the demon and ghost realms, but the situation was still far from optimistic.

Can't delay any longer.

Wan Jianyi reached into his sleeve with his right hand, and when he pulled it out, he had a sword in his hand.

It was a very strange sword—the blade was neither gold nor jade, but resembled stone and bone.

The whole thing presents a chaotic appearance.

The sword has no sharp edge, yet it gives people the illusion that it can cut through everything in the world.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword!

"The Immortal-Slaying Sword!" Master Fahai's voice, filled with surprise and joy, rang out first.

This sound, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples throughout the alliance.

"It's Dao Xuan Zhenren's Immortal-Slaying Sword!"

"With the Immortal-Slaying Sword here, victory is assured!"

"Although Dao Xuan Zhenren fought against the Demon Lord, he left Zhuxian behind to guard the area. Heaven has not forsaken our righteous path!"

Morale soared like oil on a raging fire, instantly igniting the entire Qingyun Mountain.

Hope was rekindled in the eyes of countless disciples.

This sword is a symbol of Dao Xuan Zhenren's campaigns in the south and north, suppressing countless powerful enemies.

It is the backbone of the righteous path, an invincible myth!

Wan Jianyi's hand holding the sword was very steady, but a careful observer could see that his knuckles were white from the force he was using.

High in the sky, the bat-winged demon king with jet-black wings on his back narrowed his eyes.

As a veteran demon king in the demon realm, he has a beast-like intuition for danger.

At this moment, the seemingly ordinary ancient sword sent chills down his spine.

"A fine sword," the Bat-Winged Demon King said in a shrill voice, "but unfortunately, you can't unleash its full power."

"Yeah?"

A half-smile flickered across Wan Jianyi's pale face.

He did not refute, but slowly raised his sword towards the sky.

"Sing—!!!"

Swords clash!

That wasn't just one sound, but the simultaneous eruption of millions of sword cries!

The clear, high-pitched sound pierced the sky, as if a divine weapon that had been sleeping for eternity had been awakened at this moment.

It is to announce its return to heaven and earth.

At the same time, atop Tongtian Peak, a phantom image of a giant, seven-colored sword pierced the sky.

Towering a thousand feet high, the sword tip plunges into the sea of ​​clouds.

The sword hilt stands atop the peak, like a pillar supporting the heavens and the earth.

This is just the beginning.

Dragon Head Peak, Big Bamboo Peak, Small Bamboo Peak, Sunrise Peak, Sunset Peak, and Wind Return Peak—the Six Peaks of Qingyun.

Each of them raised an equally magnificent seven-colored sword shadow.