Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

The tribesman traced a long parabola through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, never to rise again.

This attack seemed to be a signal, and the other members of the Otsutsuki clan began to retreat.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair. They knew that continuing to fight Nangong Yehua would be futile.

Nangong Yehua looked at them coldly, his eyes devoid of any pity or sympathy. He slowly spoke:

4. "Tell me, where is the secret of the Otsutsuki clan? Otherwise, you will all end up like him."

However, the members of the Otsutsuki clan remained silent, as if they were protesting Nangong Yehua's threat with their silence.

Nangong Yehua knew that getting answers from them wouldn't be easy, but he also understood that he would never give up easily.

So he launched another attack, this time even more ferocious and ruthless.

Nangong Yehua's gaze became exceptionally sharp at that moment, as if it could freeze everything around him.

A long sword gleaming with a cold light had appeared in his hand, its blade shimmering with a faint blue glow.

It seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power. With a wave of his arm, a silver streak pierced the sky, bringing with it a chilling gust of wind.

"cut!"

Nangong Yehua let out a low shout, and his figure appeared like a ghost in front of a member of the Otsutsuki clan in an instant.

With a swift movement, a flash of blood appeared, and the man's head flew high into the air. The headless body stood frozen in place for a moment before crashing to the ground.

This blow was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of all the Otsutsuki clan members.

To their horror, they discovered that the man before them was not only far more powerful than they had ever imagined.

Moreover, the ruthlessness with which they attacked indicated they were no benevolent individuals.

In an instant, fear and despair spread among them, and the previously orderly defense instantly became chaotic.

Nangong Yehua did not hesitate at all. His figure moved through the crowd like a butterfly flitting among flowers, and each swing of his sword was accompanied by the fall of a member of the Otsutsuki clan.

The long sword seemed to come alive in his hands, each swing precise and accurate. Whether it was a slash, a cut, a thrust, or a parry, it exuded a suffocating killing intent.

In just a few breaths, the open space that was once surrounded by people was now filled with the corpses of the Otsutsuki clan.

Their eyes were filled with resentment and fear, as if they couldn't believe that they had been defeated so easily by this man.

Nangong Yehua sheathed his long sword and coldly surveyed his surroundings. His icy gaze seemed to say that anyone who dared to block his path would face the same fate.

However, just as he was about to turn away to pursue the secret hidden deep within, a sudden change occurred.

The Otsutsuki clan members, who had just been lying lifeless on the ground, all stood up at the same time.

A faint fluorescence began to appear on the surface of their bodies, containing an ancient and mysterious power.

It was as if the flame of life, borrowed from another dimension, had reignited their bodies.

This scene made Nangong Yehua frown slightly; he had never seen such a bizarre phenomenon before.

Chapter 645 Forcing an Increase in Combat Strength

Although the resurrected members of the Otsutsuki clan still looked weak, their eyes shone with unwavering determination.

It was as if they were telling Nangong Yehua that they would never give up easily, and that they would stop him from advancing no matter the cost.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath. He knew that the battle ahead would be even more difficult.

But he also understood that he could not back down, because there were too many secrets hidden in this mysterious fairyland that he needed to know.

So he gripped his longsword tightly again, ready to meet this sudden challenge.

As the last seemingly dead member of the Otsutsuki clan rose again, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly became tense and oppressive.

These resurrected people not only shimmered with an even brighter fluorescence on their bodies, but their eyes also revealed an unprecedented determination and fanaticism.

Nangong Yehua could clearly sense that their strength had increased significantly compared to before, and could even be described as a qualitative leap.

Their movements became more agile, their attacks more ferocious, and each strike seemed to carry a powerful force capable of tearing through space.

Faced with such an enemy, even Nangong Yehua, a veteran of countless battles, couldn't help but feel a bit strained.

The long sword in his hand drew silver streaks in the air, each swing accompanied by a deafening explosion.

However, these attacks seemed to become less effective against the resurrected Otsutsuki clan members.

Suddenly, a member of the Otsutsuki clan transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards Nangong Yehua at an astonishing speed.

A mysterious power was gathering in his hand, as if it would instantly devour Nangong Yehua.

Nangong Yehua dodged the attack with a swift movement.

However, just as he gained his footing, another member of his tribe launched an attack from another direction.

This time, Nangong Yehua no longer chose to run away. He took a deep breath, and the long sword in his hand instantly burst forth with a dazzling light.

He roared and slashed at the charging clansman with his sword. A loud "bang" rang out as the two forces collided in mid-air, unleashing a powerful energy surge.

However, to Nangong Yehua's surprise, he did not gain any advantage in this collision.

After their resurrection, the Otsutsuki clan members seemed to possess inexhaustible power, and each of their attacks became increasingly fierce and difficult to withstand.

Nangong Yehua began to feel powerless, his figure flashing across the battlefield as he tried to find a breakthrough.

However, these resurrected tribesmen seemed to have seen through his intentions.

They always manage to appear on Nangong Yehua's inevitable path at crucial moments, forcing him into a series of defeats.

Just then, Nangong Yehua suddenly realized that although the attacks of these clansmen were fierce, they were not without any discernible pattern.

They seemed to be following some ancient formation, and each attack seemed to be setting the stage for a larger conspiracy.

Nangong Yehua's heart stirred, and he immediately adjusted his tactics.

He stopped launching attacks blindly and began to observe the movements and rhythms of these tribesmen, trying to find their weaknesses.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Nangong Yehua discovered that crucial flaw.

Chapter 646 How about making a deal?

He shouted and dashed out like lightning, his long sword drawing a perfect arc in the air.

This time, he did not choose to confront them head-on, but cleverly bypassed the enemy's defenses and struck them in their vital points with a single blow.

With a crisp "crack," the tribesman's body was instantly cleaved in two.

His fluorescent barrier offered absolutely no resistance to Nangong Yehua's attack.

This attack seemed to break some kind of taboo, causing the other members of the Otsutsuki clan to show expressions of fear.

They started to panic, and their attacks became less coordinated.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Nangong Yehua launched a counterattack, and each of his attacks became more precise and deadly.

Thanks to his efforts, the resurrected members of the Otsutsuki clan began to fall one by one, their fluorescent barriers no longer able to withstand Nangong Yehua's fatal blow.

However, the battle was not over. As the last member of his tribesman fell, Nangong Yehua suddenly sensed a powerful aura emanating from afar.

He looked up and saw a mysterious figure dressed in a black robe slowly walking towards him.

The man exuded a chilling aura, as if he were a powerful figure from another world.

His gaze was as deep as an abyss, as if he could see into the secrets of every person's heart.

Nangong Yehua knew that her real challenge had only just begun.

He took a deep breath, gripped his long sword tightly, and prepared to face this unknown enemy.

"No matter who you are, no matter how strong you are, I will kill you one by one!"

Nangong Yehua silently recited this in his heart, then strode towards the mysterious figure in black robes.

Nangong Yehua's steps were firm and powerful, each step seemingly declaring his determination and indomitable spirit to the mysterious man in black robes.

When he finally stood before the mysterious man in black robes, their eyes met in mid-air, as if sparks were colliding.

"So you must be the most powerful member of the Otsutsuki clan?"

Nangong Yehua's voice was steady and powerful, revealing his anticipation and respect for this duel.

He knew that the mysterious man in black robes before him was no ordinary person, and the power behind him was enough to overturn the entire ninja world.

The mysterious man in black robes raised his head slightly. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, yet no one could fathom his true thoughts.

His voice was deep and magnetic, indistinguishable by gender, as if it came from a distant void:

"You're very strong. How about we make a deal?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua's lips curled into a cold smile, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes:

"A deal? Tell me about it."

He didn't think the Otsutsuki clan would offer him any favorable deal, but he was still willing to listen to their terms. After all, knowing your enemy is half the battle.

The mysterious figure in black robes slowly extended his hand, palm facing upwards, as if summoning something:

"Join forces with my Otsutsuki clan, and I will give you the entire ninja world."

His tone was full of confidence and allure, as if this deal was a huge, readily available benefit for Nangong Yehua.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua's eyes flashed with surprise, but she quickly regained her composure.

He knew all too well that there was no such thing as a free lunch, and that the deal proposed by the Otsutsuki clan must be hiding a more complex conspiracy.

He sneered and said:

"Give me the entire ninja world? Hmph, your Otsutsuki clan is truly generous."

"However, I don't believe you'll so easily relinquish control of the ninja world. Tell me, what is your true purpose?"

Chapter 647 Winning Over Nangong

The mysterious man in black robes didn't seem surprised by Nangong Yehua's question. He smiled slightly and said:

"Our goal is simple: to find a power that can grant our Otsutsuki clan immortality."

"And the ninja world is the key to achieving this goal. As long as you are willing to join forces with us to find this power, the entire ninja world will belong to you."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua couldn't help but ponder it to himself.

He knew that immortality was a huge temptation for anyone, but he also knew that joining forces with the Otsutsuki clan was tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin.

He shook his head and said firmly:

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in immortality. I'd rather use my own hands to protect everything I cherish."

Seeing that Nangong Yehua was not immediately swayed by his suggestion, the mysterious man in black robes flashed a hint of barely perceptible approval in his eyes.

He slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, his figure beneath the black robe seeming even more upright, his tone carrying a hint of amusement:

"Oh? It seems you're quite confident in your abilities. But do you know that the power in this world is far more complex than you imagine?"

His words were like a gentle spring breeze, yet they concealed a sharp edge, attempting to plant seeds of doubt in Nangong Yehua's heart.

The mysterious man in black robes continued:

“Nangong Yehua, although you are strong, there are many stronger people in the long history of the Otsutsuki clan.”

"And I am one of the most outstanding beings in this race. The power I possess is enough to show you the true meaning of strength."

As Nangong Yehua listened to the mysterious man in black robes' long-winded speech, his brows gradually furrowed, and impatience began to spread through his heart.

He interrupted the other person, his voice carrying a hint of coldness:

"Enough talk, make your move. If you can beat me, I'll do as you say! I, Nangong Yehua, never fear any challenge."

The mysterious man in black robes seemed to have anticipated Nangong Yehua's reaction, a mysterious smile playing on his lips:

"Alright, since you're so eager, I'll grant your wish. However, I won't hold back, because in my world, victory is the only goal."

Before he finished speaking, a powerful surge of chakra suddenly erupted around the mysterious man in black robes.

Black mist seeped from under his robe, swirling around him and forming eerie runes.

Asking for flowers

These runes shimmered with an eerie light, as if they contained an ancient and powerful force, causing the entire space to tremble.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yehua's eyes sharpened, and his muscles tensed, preparing him for battle.

He knew full well that his opponent was no ordinary person and that he had to go all out to have any chance of winning.

He whispered to himself: