Perfect Double Agent

Even the Sheep King is no ordinary being. His clan once produced two quasi-kings, one of whom died in the Immortal Ancient Era, and the other died after failing to break through. Their descendants once again displayed their brilliance under the Enlightenment Tree, leaping to immortality in a single cup of tea, and have also become kings in recent years.

"senior."

All the kings were watching, their eyes filled with excitement. The Red King nodded slightly. Kundi had asked him to take care of the children, all of whom were his juniors.

These people should have been taken care of by Xiao Shuang. When has he ever taken care of children? Rather than that, it would be better to let him charge into battle.

"How about Xiaomin and I go scout ahead first?" Qimu asked.

"I refuse..." Qimin opened his mouth, looking at the Crimson King with pleading eyes. Everyone knew that this was a jinx. Even the Sword King wanted to take up his sword and chop down Qimu back then, so you can imagine how bad it was.

“I’ve already left a mark on Xiao Shuang. Let’s go together. You and Xiao Min go first, we’ll follow.” The Crimson King nodded solemnly, his face unsmiling, which made the people behind him want to laugh. Clearly, Senior Crimson was also very wary of the Qi King.

The basin was vast, like a giant maw, waiting for all the stars in the sky to fall into it. As soon as they landed, everyone felt something unusual.

This place is like a vast, desolate world. Looking back, the mist rises, and the dragon's aura and the immortal's aura intertwine, obscuring the way home.

At the same time, there was also a faint imperial aura, which made the Crimson King show an unprecedented solemn expression. Kundi's feeling was right. Most of the emperors had indeed fallen here. Even someone as strong as him would perish if he encountered the killing intent of the emperor's way.

Even more strangely, the giant dragons in front seemed to sense the arrival of outsiders at that moment and actually came to life.

The dragon's aura was fading, the immortal mist was dissipating, and as a crimson dragon head roared to the sky, the once peaceful ancient land was instantly engulfed in flying sand and stones, lightning and thunder, as if thousands of real dragons were angry. Their resentment and anger enveloped the sky and the earth, giving everyone goosebumps.

This scene was too eerie, but what was even more eerie was yet to come: one dragon vein after another changed its position on its own, as if a real dragon was slowly swimming. The terrain was not fixed, but was changing all the time.

……

"Is this the place? The location of the Heavenly Court's officials!"

He Wushuang arrived with his men. He had received the mark left by the Crimson King and entered the Dragon's Nest. The Emperor was also with him.

"It doesn't seem like it was created later; it seems like it was born naturally. I don't know why, but I always feel that there's not only dragon energy here, but also phoenix energy," the emperor said, frowning.

There are two great laws in the other realm: the Undying Scripture and the Ten Evil Techniques. Almost everyone knows them. After most people improve their cultivation to a certain level, they will evolve the Undying Scripture and the Ten Evil Techniques they have comprehended into primordial runes and engrave them into their own seed. They are always sensitive to the Ten Evil Techniques.

“Indeed, dragons and phoenixes bring good fortune, and the great Dao of heaven and earth will bless them with these blessings. However, things will turn into their opposites when they reach their extremes. If a place with dragons and phoenixes is reversed, it will become an extremely dangerous place.” He Wushuang nodded.

Next, they traveled quickly for two days until they stopped in front of a blood-red land.

Ahead, a tall figure hung with its head bowed on the horn of a dragon's head, its blood dripping continuously, emanating an aura of calamity, as if it had just died. Even the ground was still filled with dense fluctuations of law.

"That's... a brat from the Tian'e Clan?" Tuntian narrowed his eyes.

“It was him. He once fought alongside me across the heavens, and after a period of reflection, he became a king.” He Wushuang raised his hand and pulled the corpse down. This was a subordinate he had once led, and he never expected him to perish here.

This seemed to be the beginning. Not long after, more corpses appeared ahead. A Celestial King lay at the foot of a black mountain, his brow pierced by a golden ram's horn. Before him stood a three-zhang-tall golden ram, seemingly cast from celestial metal, flowing with dazzling light. But it too was dead, perishing together with its enemy.

"Uncle Chi!" He Wushuang's face was ashen. These were all second-generation leaders who had died. They were his former subordinates who had survived his conquests of the heavens during the Immortal era, but now two of them had fallen!

He couldn't help but feel sorry for them when he thought about how these two had been calling each other "senior" not long ago.

"Let's put it away for now. It will recover after a while," Devouring Heaven said. It depends on who is resurrected. If the White Emperor takes action, there's no need to even recover. If Annihilation takes action, even if it's reflected, it will still take some time for the strength to fully recover.

After passing the corpses of the two kings, the group set off again. The terrain was too strange and constantly changing. Even though they were following the marks left by their predecessors, they gradually got lost.

One day later.

"What kind of hell is this place? The dragon is stronger than me! This is going to kill us!"

A figure in black robes cursed as he fled. Behind him, a stone dragon covered in red fur appeared and disappeared, its crimson eyes hanging high in the sky, radiating a vast dragon's might.

This is not a real dragon, but a manifestation of the laws, possessing terrifying power close to that of a late-stage King-level being. No wonder the black-robed figure fled.

"Hey, it seems like there are our own people ahead!" The figure in black robes was very excited, sensing a familiar aura. His colleagues often called him a jinx, but little did they know that even the White Emperor had commented on him. Fortune and misfortune are intertwined; misfortune also means fortune. Just like now, the troops have arrived, haven't they?

"Qi Mu?"

"Wait, don't come any closer, there's..." Devouring Heaven was about to warn him when a figure rushed over, panting heavily, "You've finally arrived... I got separated from Xiaomin... Crimson King and the others didn't catch up either..."

"No, you don't believe me?" Qi Mu's face darkened because everyone in front of him was staring at him intently, motionless, as if they were imprisoned. Even someone as strong as Xiao He was twitching his face and pointing to his feet.

"This is..." The moment Qi Mu looked down, he saw a faint pattern radiating imperial aura activating. The residual aura was clearly too weak to detect, yet it made him feel that if he moved even slightly, he would disintegrate.

But this is not a killing formation; it is a teleportation technique with a binding force.

"boom!"

The array activated, instantly teleporting everyone away; the terrifying tearing seemed to rip open the heavens and earth for eternity.

When they reappeared, they found themselves in a land of towering mountains.

The earth was scorched black, and the mountains were crimson red. One after another, each mountain resembled the feathers of a true phoenix sword, radiating a terrifying sharpness that made one's scalp tingle, while piercing straight into the sky, creating one black hole after another, as if a great battle had once taken place here, with a peerless true phoenix descending from the mortal world to strike down ten thousand feathers, thus creating the current terrain.

"Where is this place? The site of the great battle between the Dao Ancestors?"

Unbeknownst to everyone, this place was filled with sharp edges and an aura of destruction, and not even a single weed could be found... No, to be precise, there seemed to be one, the only one, located in the center of the mountains, rooted in a mysterious, shimmering puddle. It was only a foot tall, entirely silvery-white, and gently swayed its nine sword-like leaves, seemingly quite content.

Upon sensing their gazes, the swaying leaves stiffened slightly, causing the atmosphere in the area to freeze instantly.

"You are... grass?!"

"Devouring the Heavens!"

"Pfft, hahaha!" Devouring Heaven laughed wildly, the sound waves rolling, shaking the heavens and the earth. He pointed his index finger at the silver nine-leaf clover rooted there motionless, his tall body bent over with laughter.

This seems familiar!

Back then, they had only opened a portal and had just been teleported over when they encountered an unknown plant. He was one of the leaders of the Four Kings at the time.

Unexpectedly, the grass neither hid nor ran away, but instead became incredibly ferocious, fighting against four opponents single-handedly, defying the heavens and earth. The battle caused the sky to collapse and the sun, moon, and stars to be destroyed, and he remembered the appearance of this grass for the rest of his life.

After laughing, Tuntian immediately became serious.

"Aren't you going to run?!"

Chapter 696 Jumping into the Yellow River won't clear your name

The people and scenes of yesteryear, even after millions of years, remain so unforgettable.

"boom!"

The sword grass magnified in an instant, its nine leaves fluttered, and the entire world seemed to collapse.

The sword light there was so dazzling, tearing through the sea of ​​stars and cleaving the universe, the silver light boundless, as if it would sweep across the past and present.

"Sure enough, this grass is just as stubborn as ever!"

Devouring Heaven suddenly took a step forward, and black mist surged into the sky. Within it, a pair of broad black wings suddenly flapped, shooting out a dense array of sword feathers.

At the same time, He Wushuang also made his move. With a slam of his halberd, he cleaved open the sky for thousands of miles. The surging killing intent swept across the land, engulfing every corner of this world.

"Dragon Fist!"

The emperor strode forward, appearing from another direction. His fist force pierced through eternity and destroyed countless worlds. His immense power made even his own people tremble.

Elder Yuan, Black Dragon, Blood Lotus, Jun Ying, and others also made their moves. The sword grass was no longer the same grass it once was; it was completely different now. Its sword energy had changed from silver to a crimson and ferocious color, due to the staining of its own essence blood. It seemed to have transformed into a series of true phoenixes spreading their wings and taking flight. A single sword energy could tear apart a Celestial King, which was extremely terrifying. It seemed to have evolved this technique to a completely new level, breaking through ten thousand paths and destroying ten thousand laws with a single sword, staining the ages with blood.

But there are too many kings besieging it here. There were only four back then, but now there are more than a dozen. Even if the butcher encounters them, he will die a bitter death.

"Cough cough..."

Devouring Heaven staggered backward, his wings pierced, his chest torn open, and blood flowing endlessly from his body. Before him, the world was riddled with holes and shattered, and the mountains resounded as if mourning the fall of a great hero.

Sword Grass perished. One sword, silver light, cleaved the heavens and earth; the other, blood, stained the ages. The opponent only unleashed two sword strikes, both landing on his old adversary. The two sword strikes, vast and magnificent yet poignant like the twilight of an era, made even Devouring Heaven tremble. It was a fleeting moment, yet it remained vivid in his memory.

"If this stubborn donkey were born in my realm, it would most likely have created an unparalleled sword path and risen to become an emperor!"

Devouring Heaven spoke, his face full of regret. "The best talents are all in the Nine Heavens. The complete Ten Fiends are equivalent to ten different directions, ten great paths. It's not that their realm lacks geniuses. Over the years, kings have emerged one after another, and emperors have been born one after another, but very few are as dazzling as the Ten Fiends."

"It is indeed a pity." He Wushuang nodded and put away the halberd that had split the sword grass. Plants are naturally suited for Nirvana, and in their world, the method of Nirvana can be called the best in the world.

The emperor withdrew his fist. To be honest, he felt strange. Who would have thought that this group of people did not feel joy after killing the enemy, but instead felt very sorry, as if they were eager to find talented people and valued talent as their life?

This is more like an instinctive reaction. When you see someone outstanding, your first thought is that this person should have been born in my world. My world has the most suitable environment for growth and the most complete training system.

This group of executioners no longer looks like a bunch of ruthless executioners; they're clearly trying to recruit anyone outstanding into their own group.

In fact, it's pretty much the same. There's a current trend in the alien realms that people crave seeds and hope for more people who can strengthen their race's fortune. After all, their history is too short, and compared to other races of the Dark Emperor, they are still somewhat lacking in terms of foundation at the middle and lower levels.

The same applies to the other side.

"Nine Netherworlds, come to my realm! You should know that your Heavenly Emperor was once a lowly soldier under my command. He was repeatedly trained and disciplined by us until he became who he is today!" someone roared.

This was a siege, with two people working together to attack a man wielding a king's spear, sweeping across the battlefield. This had been going on for some time, leaving the man covered in blood and unable to hold out on his own.

The two who were besieging him had no way to refute it. It was an indisputable fact that when the Desolate Emperor entered the alien realm, he did become a soldier under many immortals and received a lot of resources.

"Kid, don't be so smug. The reason you rose to power back then was because we weren't around!" an old immortal king sneered. This was an opportunity. If they couldn't beat An Lan, surely they could bully his son.

"Back then? Even if you return, so what? Who can you suppress! Even if the Butcher himself came, he still managed to escape with his people. The rise of my realm is a trend, an inevitability, and no one can stop it!"

"boom!"

An Cang reached out and slapped his hand, and a decree appeared, instantly opening a domain gate beside him.

"Quickly, kill him!" The old immortal king attacked violently, trying to stop him. Even the Nine Nether Hound was taking steps, his steps incredibly heavy, as if he wanted to shatter the heavens and suppress An Cang to death.

At the critical moment, a hand emerged from the dimensional gate, its wide, crimson sleeves billowing as it clenched and blasted forward in an instant.

"boom!"

King Jiuyou was thrown away, coughing up blood, and the wolf paw that had stepped down was completely broken.

"You are... Blood Phoenix!"

The old Immortal King was shocked, looking at the tall figure who walked out of the domain gate. Her blood-red body was both tragic and alluring, like a killing god emerging from a sea of ​​blood. Although she was a woman, she was full of murderous aura.

Even more shockingly, the other party was carrying the head of an old man, whose forehead was pierced, and whose eyes still held lingering resentment even after death.

"You killed the old True Phoenix!" King Jiuyou's pupils shrank. Although he had long expected that the True Phoenix would take the initiative to fight the Blood Phoenix, he was still furious when he saw this result.

"Yes, he can't beat me." Blood Phoenix nodded, her words calm, her eyes dark, her eyelashes long and curved, her face fair and beautiful, delicate like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, giving one a sense of innocence and déjà vu.

Even An Cang's face twitched. The more beautiful a woman is, the more enchanting she is. Sister, even if you are constantly reborn, you are not young anymore.

While others grow older with age, this person seems to grow younger with each passing year. He doesn't know what kind of magic Blood Phoenix is ​​researching or what kind of Nirvana she is undergoing, but every time he sees her again after a while, he always senses a kind of rebirth in her, as if she has completely shed the shackles of the past and is being reborn.

It could be due to the effects of consuming the ancestral river water, or it could be due to the other party's own creation of the Nirvana Method, but he was more inclined to believe the latter. The Phoenix Clan is uniquely blessed, and each Nirvana is a complete transformation.

The old immortal king trembled from the bottom of his heart as he was swept by that gaze, and his scalp tingled. "Retreat!"

But it was too late.

A blood-red figure, as fast as a ghost, arrived in front of him in an instant. The seemingly slender body seemed to contain boundless power. With a single punch, the entire world crumbled.

"boom!"