Evil Immortal!

"Guides?"

Meng Yuan snorted coldly. The other party was saying he was giving pointers, but he wasn't blind, so he could naturally see through the other party's intentions.

The formless Yin Demon served as a distraction, drawing his attention, while Wu Xingkong, though seemingly standing at a distance, was actually always waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Given the chance, I will definitely seize the opportunity to kill.

"Very well, then please show mercy, Fellow Daoist Wu."

Despite his polite words, Meng Yuan clasped his hands together, then opened them, revealing a ball of shimmering purple true fire burning silently in his palms. It seemed to emit little heat, but in reality, its heat was extremely well contained.

As Meng Yuan urged it on, it quickly transformed into a giant purple python several meters long, spewing purple fire from its mouth and coiling towards the Wuxiang Yin Demon.

At the same time, the Purple Cloud Sword Pellet surrounded him like a swimming fish, swaying with rainbow light, protecting him and constantly guarding against the opponent's attack.

The formless Yin Demon has form but no substance. Even if ordinary magical artifacts or flying swords shatter it, it can quickly recover to its original state, making it a rather difficult demon to deal with.

Only a very few supernatural powers such as pure yang, true fire, thunder magic, and divine light can restrain it.

However, Meng Yuan's Purple Cloud True Fire is exactly among these; it is not only a top-tier true fire, but also a rare pure Yang true fire!

As expected, under the frenzied onslaught of the purple python, the Formless Yin Demon was constantly forced to retreat. Even though its eyes shot out streaks of blood-red demonic light that could melt flesh and blood, it was quickly destroyed by the Purple Sun True Fire.

Seeing this, Wu Xingkong's eyes flickered slightly, showing no surprise. He swiftly formed a series of hand seals, chanting incantations, and shouted, "Heart Demon Seal, strike!"

As soon as he finished speaking, wisps of demonic energy quickly gathered and transformed into a black and red heart, the size of a fist, with bulging veins as thick as a finger on its surface, throbbing as if it were alive.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Each powerful heartbeat seemed to contain a peculiar rhythm and vibration, spreading outwards.

Meng Yuan's expression changed slightly, because he clearly felt that his heart, which originally had its own rhythm, was now inexplicably starting to beat in sync with the rhythm of the black and red heart in front of Wu Xingkong.

"The Exquisite Demon Heart Seal, damn it, this guy has actually mastered this divine power!"

Meng Yuan secretly thought that Wu Xingkong, as a top genius in the demonic path, was not much inferior to the protagonist of this version, such as Gu Zhengyang. In particular, his talent, the Exquisite Demonic Heart, gave him all sorts of incredible supernatural powers and methods.

Furthermore, this fellow's knowledge was diverse, including the true teachings of the Golden Rooster Temple and the demonic inheritance of the Heavenly Eye Sect. Ultimately, he integrated and created a demonic divine power tailored for himself, based on his own exquisite demonic heart—the Exquisite Demonic Heart Seal!

According to Wu Xingkong's plan, this supernatural power has nine forms. Currently, only the first three forms have been created. Even so, it is enough to prove the monstrous talent of this person!

Under Wu Xingkong's control, Meng Yuan's heart beat faster and faster, his face turned red, the veins on his forehead bulged, and it seemed as if the blood in his body was about to flow backward.

But at this moment, Meng Yuan calmly flicked his finger.

Clang——

The Purple Cloud Sword Pellet beside him suddenly emitted a sword cry.

The sword's cry was clear and bright, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, deafening, and contained a fierce and powerful sword intent.

Almost instantly, the connection between Meng Yuan and Wu Xingkong's exquisite demonic heart seal was severed by the invisible sword intent, and his heart immediately returned to normal.

Meng Yuan's swordsmanship is already quite advanced, and naturally it also has some mysterious aspects.

Upon seeing this scene, Wu Xingkong's face turned ashen. Just as he was about to do something, his expression suddenly changed drastically. In a flash, he transformed into a streak of light and moved ten feet away.

His afterimage, which remained in place, had already been pierced by a fist.

If Wu Xingkong hadn't reacted in time, that punch would probably have blown him to pieces in mid-air.

The fist opened, then slowly retracted; the newcomer turned around, revealing their true form.

It was a tall, broad-shouldered young man with a full forehead and bronze skin. His eyes were bright and his demeanor was calm and composed. He was none other than Meng Yuan's superior, Gu Zhengyang!

"Who do we have here? It's actually Fellow Daoist Gu!"

Wu Xingkong's expression first darkened, seemingly quite surprised, then he smiled again, as if he had guessed something, and looked at Meng Yuan with a meaningful gaze.

"It seems Brother Meng was already wary of me. I admire him!"

Meng Yuan ignored him and instead cupped his hands in greeting to Gu Zhengyang, saying, "My lord."

Gu Zhengyang was naturally someone he had brought in, with the aim of preventing any accidents.

As for what kind of unexpected event might occur... naturally, it's the black void right in front of us.

To be fair, Wu Xingkong's cultivation level was comparable to that of Qi Mo from before. Both were Great Perfection cultivators of the Purple Mansion realm, still a step away from the Golden Core stage, but the difference between them was enormous.

Meng Yuan felt no pressure in front of Qi Mo, but he sensed a dangerous aura in front of Wu Xingkong.

But thinking about it, it's not surprising. This top genius of the demonic path is almost no less than Gu Zhengyang.

Gu Zhengyang is currently not far from the realm of martial arts grandmaster, and he is also an NPC with a dark red calamity-level template. Wu Xingkong is naturally not much different.

In comparison, Meng Yuan is far inferior in both cultivation level and template.

Gu Zhengyang waved his hand, looked at Wu Xingkong, and said in a loud and deep voice:

"Fellow Daoist Wu, you were already incredibly lucky to escape last time. You should have stayed hidden. Why bother coming here specifically to seek your own death?"

"Seeking death?"

Wu Xingkong finally let out a cold smile: "Brother Gu, you think too highly of yourself. Do you really think you two can keep me here?"

"Whether it's possible or not, you'll know once you try."

Gu Zhengyang remained calm and decisively chose to take action. He simply raised his hand, clenched his fist, and brought his five fingers together. His aura suddenly became as deep and mysterious as an abyss, and behind him, two illusory figures, a dragon and an elephant, intertwined with each other.

A white jade elephant, as large as a small mountain, raises its trunk and neighs. Its tusks are silvery and sharp, and its four legs are like white jade pillars supporting the sky, giving people a feeling of being as stable as a mountain and as heavy as a mountain.

Another five-clawed golden dragon with gleaming scales coiled up, its body shrouded in lingering mist, roaring thunderously, majestic and sacred, domineering and unparalleled!

The two were locked in a fierce struggle, emanating a terrifying aura that seemed to be too much for even the heavens and earth to bear, giving people the illusion that "the sky is collapsing and the earth is sinking."

Upon seeing this, Wu Xingkong's expression changed repeatedly.

Without hesitation, he summoned a black bell. The bell grew taller in the wind, quickly reaching over ten feet in height, becoming a large black bell with countless mysterious and eerie patterns engraved on its surface, exuding a chilling and terrifying aura.