Achieving physical sainthood starting from Hunyuan Gong

Chapter 114 The 100,000 Demon Army, Ksitigarbha's Vow

Tons of vapor evaporated into mist, colliding with the billowing, swirling demonic clouds, making it impossible for the humans in the city to distinguish between them. All that could be seen was a golden figure clashing endlessly with a scarlet dragon shadow, their battle raging without end.

"I am the son of Zhuyin! A descendant of the true dragon!"

"Really? You're not much better than your two henchmen!!!"

Having pushed the Myriad Undying Body to its limit, Song Shen now had all nine stars burning simultaneously. His broken bones instantly healed, his torn muscles were stitched up, and almost limitless power of heaven and earth surged into the Heavenly Gate, transforming into golden core energy that bombarded the scales of the Candle Dragon like a torrential downpour.

Amidst the churning clouds, humans anxiously looked up, only to see a cold glint shoot out from the mist.

boom!!!!

It was inserted into the city wall, and bricks and stones flew everywhere.

The group of humans looked up and gazed upwards.

"Heavens! Those are dragon horns!!!"

A magnificent voice echoed from within the clouds.

"You, kneel down!!!"

A gigantic figure plunged into the river amidst the torrent of dragon's blood wine, attempting to leap into the sea.

A large hand grabbed the dragon's tail and pulled it back.

Roar! ! ! !

"Spare me, spare me—"

Song Shen looked down at the begging demon king, his body still ablaze with protective energy.

"You who abandon your dignity and seek only a life of ignominy are unworthy to be king!"

"Die by my blade like a wild dog!"

The dragon's body stiffened for a moment, and then the demonic blade fell.

[Achieved the Essence Dao Fruit: Candle Yin Demon King (1002)]

"Inform Song Baiyi! All civilians have been evacuated!"

"Inform Song Baiyi that all the grain in my royal granary has been distributed, and the people have all eaten their fill and left."

The general and the prince bowed before Song Shen and spoke. After yesterday's battle, Song Shen's imposing figure had been fully established.

As Song Shen nodded, a blood-feathered falcon crossed the vast distance of the sky and landed on Song Shen's shoulder.

After taking the letter, Song Shen read it briefly, and then stood there blankly after finishing reading its contents.

To Song Shen, dressed in white amidst starlight:

In the battle of the Candle Shadow Mountains, the Great Roc King successfully refined the Candle Dragon Demon Heart, advancing to the realm of a half-saint. Jade Sword Marquis Chu Tianshu and Ziyang Sect Master Xiang Xuan fought a decisive battle against the half-saint Roc King in the Candle Shadow Mountains, sacrificing themselves to mend the heavens and seal the poisonous fire, dying in battle for their country. Their remains have not yet been recovered, white banners have been hung on Ziyang Peak, and black curtains have been hung over the Xuntian Tower.

Furthermore, the Great Roc King has learned of the death of the Candle Shadow Demon King and immediately issued the "Great Roc Pursuit Order," instructing that anyone seen in white robes wielding a knife from south of the Candle Shadow Mountains to the entire Shan State be killed without exception. According to the Heavenly Guard, the Half-Saint Roc King has personally led three demon armies southward, with you as his primary target.

This fiend possesses extraordinary and unparalleled strength. Upon receiving this letter, please prioritize your own safety and depart immediately.

The letter was unsigned, only bearing the highest-ranking blood-patterned seal of the Demon Suppression Division, stamped in the lower left corner, as if hastily applied. Song Shen looked at the seal and recognized it as the code name of the last scribe of the Training Heaven Tower.

"Song Baiyi—what exactly happened?"

The other two looked at Song Shen in astonishment, unable to imagine what could possibly cause this white-robed demon slayer to show such an expression.

"You also have the right to know."

Song Shen handed the letter to the two men.

Moments later, their dough began to tremble violently, as if an overwhelming fear was assaulting them like a storm.

"This—the Xuanlong Sword Sect and the Jade Sword Marquis sacrificed themselves at the same time."

At that moment, the sky collapsed and the earth caved in.

The simultaneous collapse of the two pillars supporting Longzhou's martial arts world and the government signifies an impending catastrophe, from which no one can escape.

The Prince of Zhennan and General Longqi were on the verge of losing their composure. "Song Baiyi, where is humanity headed?"

Song Shen remained silent for a long time, then asked a question instead of answering.

"What do you think exists in that world over there?"

The two followed Song Shen's gaze and looked south.

"That place is a realm of demons, a hell on earth, teeming with demons!"

The King of Zhennan nearly cried out, a tremendous terror gripping his mind. Now it wasn't a question of whether an individual could survive, but rather that the entire human race was shrouded in the shadow of annihilation.

"How can humans defend against such powerful demons? This kind of battle is impossible to fight."

Bai Yanzhang could only manage a wry smile.

Originally, it was thought that with Xiang Xuan of the Xuanlong Sword Sect and Yu Jianhou in charge, as well as Song Shen, a newly emerging young powerhouse, Longzhou was strong enough to withstand any impact.

In less than a day, all hope was destroyed, and darkness descended.

Song Shen grinned and said, "Defense is too difficult. If we can't defend, then we won't defend."

What does Song Baiyi mean by this?

Neither the general nor the prince could understand Song Shen's words, which, spoken at this moment, were filled with a strong sense of self-abandonment.

Song Shen, however, said the exact opposite.

"Nothing, I'm just—excited, terrified. This slaughter is now unstoppable by anyone."

"He is slaughtering our people, and now I am setting off for hell."

The Prince of Zhennan stared wide-eyed, while Bai Yanzhang's scarred face displayed an incomprehensible astonishment.

Song Shen looked at the two men in front of him and said, "Run for your lives. Although I don't know if you have any chance of survival, who knows whether tomorrow or destruction will come first?"

The two stood on the city wall, watching helplessly as Song Shen's figure gradually turned into nothingness and disappeared from the spot.

Looking south, a white figure appeared on the snowfield, wading across the river, traversing the great river, seemingly crossing the opposite bank of the plains, and disappearing into the Ancient Illusion Forest.

"What is he doing—"

The two strained their eyes, as if bidding farewell, looking at the last remaining image in their sight at the edge of the world.

Dressed in white, he disappeared into the vast mountains.

This immense catastrophe began in Dragon City, where the martial arts communities surrounding the city rose up in resistance, only to be slaughtered.

After Xiang Xuan of the Xuanlong Sword Sect died, the Ziyang Sect took a sharp turn for the worse.

The situation has changed beyond everyone's imagination. Just a few days ago, they had the world's number one genius, the number one swordsman in Longzhou, and a veteran master like the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect, not to mention countless other powerful figures.

In the blink of an eye, the number one swordsman of Longzhou died and his cultivation vanished, the number one prodigy perished on the Life and Death Arena, and demons descended.

Countless powerful figures from various sects perished under the claws of those two demon kings. In the end, Gu Canghai of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect, an old swordsman who had fought against the Great Roc decades ago, was forced to take action once again.

Fifty years have passed, things have changed, but I never expected it would still be me.

But his fortitude was as unyielding as his arrogance, and he fought to the very last moment against this powerful demigod.

In the end, he made it out alive.

The Golden-Winged Roc King allowed him to live as savages in a fixed area of ​​the Candle Shadow Mountains with the remaining members of the Purple Sun Sect, waiting for the next hunt by the demon royal family.

On this day, Longcheng was designated as the number one human circle.

In the midst of immense despair, the death of the Demon King Zhuyin roused the spirits of the savages and those who had not yet given up resistance.

After so many days, this is the only good news: the strong representing humanity have not only not yielded in spirit, but also have the ability to deliver a fatal blow to the demon race.

There may still be hope for humanity.

The name of Song Shen from Tian Dao has spread far and wide.

Subsequently, the Golden-Winged Roc King issued a Heavenly Roc Pursuit Order, deciding to personally take action to kill this powerful human.

Just when everyone was on tenterhooks, the white-clad figure seemed to vanish into thin air, and no matter how hard the demons searched the entire Longzhou, they could not find the white-clad swordsman.

The city is empty.

The Golden-Winged Roc King—no, it should be said that the Golden-Winged Roc King, who had half-stepped into sainthood, descended upon Moonsea City with his golden wings covering the sky.

Only a few winding traces remain on the earth.

Xiang Liu poked out nine heads, surveying the four directions. Countless messages from heaven and earth entered the perception network.

"King Peng, that human seems to have disappeared!"

"Hidden away, are you?" the Golden-Winged Roc King sneered. "Ha! Self-proclaimed controversial humans!"

"I heard he calls himself the Heavenly Blade, the embodiment of justice. From this moment on, I will begin the slaughter, selecting these humans to establish a royal court and a human circle."

"Doesn't he pride himself on being righteous? Let's see if he can show himself and stop me!"

The four sides responded with a resounding roar.

Shan State, the ancient land of the sacred feathers.

The 109th human circle is the center of an area surrounded by dozens of other human circles, with a demon lord stationed there.

At this very moment, the Azure Lion Demon King was driving his demons to hunt in the mountains, while his mount, Lu Wu, galloped wildly through the Eight Sons Mountain.

One call!

One call!

One call!

Driven by these demons, they struggled to survive.

"We can't get out."

"None of us will survive today."

The boy's gaze was fixed on the old demon lord who was riding Lu Wu and galloping wildly down the mountain.

A sinister mist rose, and the shadow of death lingered.

"They won't let us live past adulthood. I don't care, but you, Black Mountain, are already at the Qi Sea Realm at only twenty-five. You had an unlimited future."

"There is no chance left. Select geniuses, banish them to the mountains, and then hunt them down in cruel ways. This is the fate we are born with. My uncle died this way, as did my grandfather, and now it's my turn. That's why I will never marry. Let this tragic fate end with me."

"Black Mountain, I heard that your family was once a noble family at the foot of the mountain. Now, you and I are not even as good as savages. We have forgotten our country, forgotten our writing, forgotten our history, and even forgotten our surnames. We are named after Black Mountain, Arashiki, and Shirakawa, like withered cicadas in the mountains. In just twenty or thirty years, we are as lowly as weeds."

Below, a group of savages, forced to learn martial arts from childhood and tasked with hunting these young demons, scattered in panic. Some were shot on the spot and pinned to the rocks, their blood flowing onto the ground.

Everywhere there were cries of women and children, the oldest of whom was only thirty-five years old.

This place never supports the elderly; once someone reaches a certain age, they are regularly culled and removed.

"This is hell—"

A group of young demons came running through the mountains and fields, while the free-range wild people ran for their lives in the mountains, arrows flying everywhere.

Claws and teeth howled.

The grandson of the Azure Lion Demon Lord galloped on his horse, rampaging through the mountains, and led the way towards the group of savages who were fleeing for their lives in the mountains. "Old Demon Lord, what a good grandson!"

The White Elephant Demon General stood amidst the rolling demonic mist. Since leaving the mountains and becoming a demon in a human city, his life had been getting better and better. His trunk was limp and his belly was round and plump with essence blood.

Now I finally understand why the Golden-Winged Roc King made these arrangements. He'd been living such a comfortable life for too long, even inhaling and exhaling demonic mist...

I can't understand it anymore; only regular hunting trips can give me some exercise.

To this end, the Great Roc King deliberately left behind some human resistance fighters, but he still couldn't prevent these demons from rapidly falling into depravity.

Humans still know how to enjoy life too much.

Fine wine, beautiful women, delicious food, music, and endless desires to fill their lives. They fill their lives with these things, exchanging their lives for a little happiness, forgetting that these things will corrode their will, making them lazy, foolish, and cowardly.

For demons, creatures driven by instinct, this is the most terrifying weapon.

"It's rare to see such a remarkable young master as the Green Lion. Despite his young age, he is never indulging in human pleasures, but instead is completely absorbed in cultivation. His future is limitless!"

The old green lion stroked his whiskers and laughed.

The little green lion is only in his fifties, which is almost the age of a teenager in human terms, but he is already at the level of a demon general. It can be said that he may become a demon lord or even a demon king in the future.

At this moment, his bloodlust was in full bloom, and he was cruelly tearing and killing the savages. Before him was the youngest human among this group of prey, who was the most talented.

Roar! ! ! !

The demonic fog raged.

The little green lion leaped into the air and pounced on the human.

"I am now in the twilight of my life, and only this grandson is still worth looking forward to. Now my demon race has risen to prominence in all aspects. In the future, our descendants will surely be able to display their talents and dominate the world."

Amidst the bloodthirsty sound of something tearing through the air, the little green lion pounced on the wounded human with its claws and teeth.

"It's finally over, this journey through hell!"

Black Mountain closed his eyes, waiting for his body to be torn apart.

The next second, a gentle breeze arose.

The demonic blood exploded before their eyes, followed by a terrible scream, and the old demon lord's roar shook the entire mountain!

"No!!!!!"

Black Mountain opened his eyes in shock to see a figure in white standing tall in the forest.

The old green lion's eyes flashed with lightning as it stared at the white dot in front of it. It was actually a human?

When did it come?

Where did it come from?

Regardless, his grandson had been killed on the spot.

"I want you dead!! I want you dead!!"

Lightning danced wildly, and demonic power whipped up a tornado that ravaged the entire mountain forest.

The savages were so frightened that they crawled on the ground, but Black Mountain still managed to stand still, looking at the white-clad youth who appeared before him.

She seems to be even younger than him?

How could they possibly be a match for this demon lord!

"Noisy."

A gust of wind-force, moving at a speed incomprehensible to the humans present, pierced through the confined space and aimed at the old green lion's brow.

"What—"

"Where did these humans come from?"

Such terrifying power made the old demon king, who had been away from the battlefield for a long time and whose main focus was on managing the human realm, tremble. He gathered his demonic power and used all his strength to attack and resist.

when!!!!

The qi and demonic power exploded and spread in the air, and the white-clad figure disappeared from the spot at some unknown time.

"Where is the enemy?"

Old Green Lion was equally astonished. How could his opponent have vanished without a trace as if by magic right before his eyes?

"It's here."

A cold voice rang out from behind.

A gust of sword energy pierced through his back and struck.

The enormous lion's head flew out horizontally, its demonic blood staining the sky crimson.

The old white elephant demon general unleashed his power and galloped wildly down the mountain. Hmm?

Why is there no pursuer behind me, but a powerful pressure is constantly approaching?

The old demon general looked up in horror, only to see a rain of golden palms falling from the sky, blasting him into the earth's crust in the blink of an eye.

Rocks tumbled down, leaving a bloody mess on the ground. The body parts among the broken bones twitched twice before finally dying.

[Essence Dao Fruit: 1002 years + 482 years]

[Skill and Dao Fruition: 1083 years + 320 years]

While the savages in the mountains were still in a daze, a demon lord and a demon general were gone just like that?

As the blade still swung, the horde of demons, who had been so fierce and aggressive just moments before, were instantly reduced to a pile of mangled limbs.

The figure in white sheathed his sword and asked, "Is this Shan State?"

Heishan coughed. "I heard from my grandfather that this place used to be like this a long time ago."

Song Shen nodded, stood on the rocks, and used his Qi-observation technique to gaze into the distance.

"Holy crap! This is hell."

Below the mountain, the crimson demonic energy surged and rolled like a torrent, while the human presence was as faint as scattered flames.

"Looks like I've come to the right place."

"Does anyone know the way?"

Song Shen looked around and heard the young man say, "Great—great hero, no, great god, my grandfather once secretly showed me a map of the foot of the mountain, so I know the approximate location of the foot of the mountain."

Song Shen nodded and said, "Okay!"

"Anyone among you who does not wish to remain in the mountains may come down with me."

A wild man in his thirties tried to learn the etiquette that his elders remembered as the proper manners for humans, but he learned it in a haphazard and incoherent way, like a monkey dressed in a crown.

"God, may I ask why you have brought us here?"

Song Shen said proudly, "I'll take you back to be human, and while I'm at it, I'll chop them all up."

Is it really that simple?

"The demons below the mountain are countless!" Black Mountain said. "Only a small number of human resistance fighters are barely surviving there. Demons are everywhere. God, do you need to contact other humans?"

All the savages present knelt down in worship.

Song Shen looked at him and said gently, "Don't kneel! And there's no need to call me a god. Let's go!"

Half a day later, a figure in white led the group of savages to the front of the 109th human circle. The thousands of demons guarding the city were instantly annihilated.

On this day, on this ancient land, a large number of humans who had been hiding in the shadows came out into the sunlight. They gathered around the 109th human circle, responding to the figure in white.

A lucky human who had never experienced despair moved a stone tablet from a corner, and they finally remembered that the city was originally called Cangbei City.

"God! Lead us in rebellion!"

This group of ragged, incompletely armored foreigners addressed Song Shendao.

Song Shen looked around and realized that in less than two days, he had amassed an army of hundreds of thousands.

The strong human presence attracted the attention of the powerful figures in this demon kingdom.

A huge lure.

Song Shen grinned and said, "Alright, I'll lead you in rebellion."

A general asked, "God, how should we deploy our forces? A thousand miles to the south, in the Ninety-Seventh Human Circle, there is a Dragon Crocodile Demon King who commands a hundred thousand demons and guards the Sea Demon Fortress. He is very likely to arrive within a few days."

"good!"

Song Shen clapped his hands in approval, "Very good."

Everyone was speechless. "God, what's so good about him?"

"The good thing is that there is a demon king there, and the good thing is that there is an army of 100,000."

Many people stared at each other, unable to understand the meaning behind Song Shen's words.

"How should we deploy our forces? Please give us guidance."

Song Shen thought for a moment and said, "Wait."

The next moment, the figure in white disappeared from the room.

Song Shen arrived at the city wall, "To deduce the Golden Elixir Method!"

"Deducing the true meaning of thunder!"

"Deducing the true meaning of the 'Separating Fire'!"

Ever since hearing that tens of thousands of human rebels had gathered in Human Circle No. 109, the Dragon Crocodile Demon King mobilized his elite troops, and the vast army marched towards this city where humans had gathered.

There, there is a god in white.

All intelligence points to this human in white.

Who exactly is this person? And how can they be so powerful?

The dragon-crocodile army was already starving and thirsty. This trip was not only a rare opportunity for them to relax after the most arduous days of guarding and defending against that ocean overlord, but also a feast to eat.

That night, the dragon crocodile was examining a map in his military tent, mimicking human behavior, pondering how to feed the demons the next day, when suddenly a hissing sound of wind and thunder echoed through the camp.

Ok?

The Demon King glanced at him sideways.

A figure in white stood motionless inside the room.

"Is this what it feels like to reach the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage and have the True Meaning of Wind, Thunder, and Fire enter the tribulation?"

Song Shen felt completely refreshed.

"Is there really such a huge difference between demon kings?"

Song Shen looked down at the demon king before him. Compared to Zhu Yin, he was far inferior, and as for the Golden-Winged Roc King, who was capable of killing two grandmasters, he was far inferior as well.

"Let's get moving." Song Shen looked at the demon king.

"Human! What do you mean?"

Why did a human suddenly jump out of the house?

The dragon crocodile still couldn't understand what was happening before its eyes. With a hiss, a beam of light shot out, like a bouquet of lightning bolts, guided by the storm and billowing smoke.

Roar! !

The dragon crocodile sprang up, its demonic energy surging at full speed. The next moment, a giant foot stomped on its head. "Gather all your 100,000 demons and arrange them in formation outside. Do you hear me?"

"you----"

The next second, Song Shen's blade sliced ​​off his arm and thigh, instantly turning the demonic blood crimson.

"Okay—okay, I'll do it, I'll do it."

In Cangbei City, the rebels continued to gather. The army, which had been anxiously discussing for two days, suddenly heard a bugle call.

Desolate and bloodthirsty.

"Demons, assemble!"

The powerful humans, observing from their vantage point, saw a vast army of 100,000 demons arrayed neatly on the distant plains.

"What are they doing—"

These humans couldn't understand why these demons would start setting up an array from such a great distance.

What's most incomprehensible is that their formation isn't a combat formation at all, but rather—

The simple, neat arrangement looks extremely bizarre.

"Look! That's—"

A savage pointed a trembling finger toward the plain, where a white figure slowly rose into the air.

The demons below seemed unaware of what was happening, only gazing up at the white-clad figure.

The next moment, a torrent of energy, like stars falling from the sky, shot down with golden rays, accompanied by storms, thunder, and scorching flames!

The entire space trembled, the entire reality began to distort, the air was stained with demonic blood, and thick crimson mist swirled up in the sea breeze to a height of ten thousand meters.

The wailing made one feel that this place was a hell.