After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The magical power of the seven rune barriers shattered by Zhou Ran did not dissipate.

The jade pendant retracted the energy from the backlash and forcibly shaped it into a transparent golden spear.

It suddenly flew out from behind the broken command tower wreckage of the Susanoo, its spearhead aimed at Zhou Ran's back.

The power of the sevenfold nine-character mantra flows backward and converges, concentrating its strength at a single point, enough to pierce through a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

The golden spear moved silently through the water, cutting through the layers of water.

The Taihuang scales on Zhou Ran's back were re-covered, but the process was slow, leaving a gap the size of a fist.

The golden spear tip was close to his back, only a few feet away.

Then to one foot.

"Boy, use my strength to stop it."

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, Ye Futian laughed wildly and unrestrainedly.

He could sense that the power of this spell was beyond what Zhou Ran, who was at his limit, could withstand!

"snort."

Zhou Ran's demonic eyes darted around, his gaze fixed intently on the "Curse Reversal" spell.

This is to absorb all of the nine-character mantra from before, as well as the two punches he used to fight it.

Recombining the compressed power!

With his own cultivation at the second level of the Overlord Body realm, he had no chance of winning against this spell.

Just as he was about to pour Ye Futian's demonic energy into the Karmic Fire Lotus Platform.

A slender, blood-stained body suddenly charged in from below.

It's Xiaorou.

Zhou Ran was unaware of when she escaped the chaos.

At this moment, her body was covered with festering wounds caused by the bone-corroding poisonous mist.

The dagger that the elder had plunged into his heart was stuck in his chest, and the blood around the wound spread in the water, staining it a dark red.

"Owner!

"Hurry up!"

Xiao Rou's body blocked the golden spear.

Before the golden spear, a pink Gu worm emerged from its cocoon.

Its newly sprouted, tender wings flapped vigorously, while its antennae pressed tightly against the spearhead.

The golden spear erupted with a roar, and the butterfly-shaped Gu worms cracked inch by inch.

As the Gu worm shattered, a bloody hole suddenly appeared between Xiao Rou's eyebrows.

That was the backlash from the Black Witch Village's Holy Maiden losing all her trump cards for survival.

She stepped forward again, cupping the pink butterfly in her hands, using all her strength.

In an instant, all the fish in the ten-mile radius of the river transformed into butterflies and rushed towards Xiaorou.

A sea of ​​butterflies formed in front of her.

But ultimately, the gap is too large.

The spear tip pierced through the Gu worm, then through Xiao Rou's chest cavity, and emerged from behind her spine.

Xiao Rou wanted to say something more.

She opened her mouth, and black Gu blood spilled from the corner of her lips, spreading into thin threads in the water.

Her eyes, with that resolute determination, burned even more fiercely before they were extinguished.

This is not a morbid obsession.

Instead, it was an expression of finally being freed.

"Owner……"

Her words shattered, bubbles burst from her mouth and nose, and dissipated at the bottom of the water.

"This life was originally yours."

She gripped the golden spear tightly, and her pink natal Gu worm turned into dust.

She used every last ounce of strength, refusing to let go even if she could only slow down the golden spear by a fraction.

Zhou Ran turned around.

The sight before him made him gasp for breath.

He reached out his right hand and caught Xiaorou's falling body.

Xiao Rou bore most of the power of the golden spear.

He gripped the golden spear tightly with his left arm, which resembled a qilin's arm.

As the primordial energy of the Great Wilderness surged in, the golden magical power was gradually crushed and stripped away, eventually dissipating.

The spear shattered into dust in his palm.

He didn't look closely at Xiaorou's face.

"Master."

His voice was deep.

The sound spread, and all living beings within a hundred feet felt a chill run through their bodies.

This is neither the might of a dragon nor the suppression of magic.

This was his overflowing murderous intent.

You shouldn't have touched my people.

Even dogs won't do.

He moved Xiaorou's body to the back.

Su Qingwu swam over from the side, and the azure tidal light surrounded Xiaorou, taking her away from the battlefield.

Zhou Ran turned around.

The Primordial Chaos and the Demonic Essence flowed together within his body.

Unlike the passive mixing last time, this time he tore open the boundary between the two forces, letting his blood and demonic energy violently impact every meridian.

His body was enduring the torment of two forces, but he did not falter.

Its figure shot towards Susanoo like a black and gold arrow.

On the other side of the battlefield, Zhang Xuansu seized the opportunity.

While maintaining the Blood Net, the leader of the Pai Sect was distracted by Xiao Rou's selfless act of blocking the attack.

In that brief moment of distraction, the attack of the Big Dipper Sword Formation intensified.

Zhang Xuansu held the demon-slaying sword upright, its body humming.

"Seventh Form of Demon Subduing - Exorcising Evil!"

Seven flying swords converged into one in the water.

A three-zhang-long golden rainbow light, as solid as a physical object, carrying the thousand-year-old heritage of Longhu Mountain, cleaved towards the Dragon-Locking Mirror.

The leader of the Pai Sect's face turned ferocious.

He had no choice but to relinquish some control over the old dragon and form hand seals to meet the golden rainbow.

The hand seals clashed with the sword energy.

The cracks that were originally on the mirror surface rapidly expanded, covering one-third of the mirror surface.

The dark red liquid no longer seeped out tricklingly, but instead gushed out.

This ritual implement was covered in blood.

"Change formation!"

Zhang Xuansu gave the order.

Seven Stars Movement.

The sword formation shifted from a frontal assault to guerrilla tactics and cut-and-slice tactics.

The seven flying swords attacked separately, each sword accurately striking the weak points of the blood net.

The leader of the Pai Sect bled from his mouth and nose, and hurriedly commanded the remaining water ghosts in an attempt to plug the breach.

In the distance, the Twelve Witches were thrown into chaos after losing Xiao Rou's command.

They attack indiscriminately.

The water demons of the Pai Sect launched a counterattack, and four witches were seriously injured and fell to the ground.

The Black Witch Village Elder knelt half-kneeling in the muddy water, the piercing wound on his chest still gushing out emerald green poisonous blood.

His life force was fading rapidly. The poison wasn't caused by the dagger Xiaorou had stabbed him with, but rather by the poison on the dagger itself.

That was the bone-corroding poison he had personally concocted, which he had applied to the saintess's hidden weapon.

The Grand Elder used up his last bit of strength to prop up his dove-like staff, the tip of which pointed at the nearest old corpse, Miao.

He wanted to take someone with him to die on his deathbed.

Miao Laoshi devoted himself entirely to controlling the silver bell.

His withered fingers pinched the bell rapidly, and his words of prayer were swift as the wind.

He had no time to spare for anything else.

The last chain on the old dragon's body was torn in half again by the golden light that the Great Master had just shone on it.

The cracks on the chain links were shocking.

Zhou Ran rushed straight to the top of the Susa's deck.

A single punch pierced through the submarine's command tower.

Steel structures crumble at the slightest touch before the primordial chaos.

Metal and cable fragments exploded in the water.

Mr. Da pulled himself out of the explosion and landed on the stern of the submarine.

The left side of his face was completely cracked.

Zhao Tao's skin peeled off from his cheekbone, like a peeled-off outer layer.

Below, a gaunt face covered in age spots was revealed.

That was how it looked a thousand years ago: deep-set eyes, prominent cheekbones, and thin lips.

The two stood facing each other, less than ten zhang apart.

The last of the desolate chains emitted a violent tearing sound.

The crack extends from the middle section to both ends.

Boom!

broken.

The chains snapped with a heavy thud.

The power suppressed for four thousand years collapsed, and a deafening roar resounded.

Shock waves spread outwards from the depths of the water eye, and the ripples were clearly visible on the bottom of the water.

Zhou Ran's Taihuang scale pattern trembled violently amidst the vibrations.

The old dragon moved.

Four thousand years of suppression have come to an end.

Its body stretched out from its curled-up state, and its dark scales gleamed with a cold, eerie light underwater.

Its hundred-foot-tall body stirred the water, forming a huge water column with a diameter of several hundred meters at its center.

Mud, gravel, chain fragments, and the corpses of water ghosts were swept into the rapid current and quickly shredded.

When the unicorn escaped, it shot out a golden-red beam of light that penetrated sixty meters of water.

The beam of light pierced the river surface and soared into the sky.

In the distance, a giant wave ten feet high surged up on the river surface at the same time.

The warning lights of the coastal early warning system all lit up.

Dragon's power surged to an extent that Zhou Ran could hardly have imagined.

Blood gushed from the mouths and noses of all cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage in the arena.

The remaining elite water ghosts of the Pai Sect lost consciousness in large numbers, like insects with broken wings, falling into the mud and sand.

The six disciples of Longhu Mountain turned pale. Zhang Xuansu used his sword energy to protect them before he could stand firm.

Xiao Rou, who was in Su Qingwu's arms, suffered a ruptured wound and bled profusely due to the impact of the dragon's might.

Su Qingling helped her sister up, and the two of them simultaneously activated their Tidal Sacred Body, condensing a water curtain to isolate the impact of the dragon's might.

The old corpse of Miao awaited its moment after four thousand years.

The thing he had longed for all his life had finally come to pass.