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

So he mustered all his strength and shouted:

"Six Paths - Earth Explosion Star!"

As his voice faded, the entire space seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force, and enormous stars fell from the sky.

Each one contains enough power to destroy the entire world.

These stars clashed violently with Nangong Yehua's Hundred-Man Slaying Technique. Each impact was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if the entire world was trembling.

In this thrilling battle, Nangong Yehua and the mysterious man in black robes darted through space, each collision seemingly tearing the entire space apart.

The surrounding terrain was completely transformed by their attacks; mountains were leveled, rivers were diverted, and the entire world seemed to be enveloped by their power.

The sounds of battle echoed through the space like thunder, each impact accompanied by a deafening roar.

The clash between Nangong Yehua and the mysterious man in black robes generated countless sparks and energy fluctuations, making the entire space as bright as day.

After the intense clash of energy, the battle between Nangong Yehua and the mysterious man in black robes entered another phase—physical combat.

Both of them knew that true strength lay not only in the control of energy, but also in the development and utilization of the body's limits.

Nangong Yehua flashed forward, pouncing on the mysterious man in black robes like a cheetah.

His movements were as fast as lightning, each step barely touching the air, thus reducing resistance.

He increased his speed. His eyes were fixed on the mysterious man in black robes, not missing a single subtle movement, searching for an opening in the attack.

The mysterious man in black robes was not to be outdone. He shifted his body to the side, skillfully dodging Nangong Yehua's first attack, and at the same time threw a punch backhand.

With a whistling sound, it struck Nangong Yehua's side.

However, as if Nangong Yehua had eyes in the back of his head, he rolled to the side, not only dodging the attack but also taking the opportunity to kick the mysterious man in black robes in the shin.

Both of them moved with exceptional agility, each attack and defense perfectly timed, as if they were performing a silent dance.

Chapter 652 You submit? It's useless, you'll only submit if you die.

Their bodies traced graceful arcs in the air, each collision accompanied by a deep roar, but more often it was a silent contest, a combination of strength and skill.

As time went by, both of them gradually lost their strength, but their eyes grew more and more determined.

As the battle intensifies, the duel between Nangong Yehua and the mysterious man in black robes becomes increasingly fierce.

What started as a contest of skill and speed gradually evolved into the most direct and primitive hand-to-hand combat.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted across the two of them, casting long shadows that seemed to tremble even the heavens and earth.

Nangong Yehua's clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging to his skin and outlining his strong muscles.

His face was covered in a mixture of sweat and dirt, and a few strands of hair clung to his forehead, but they couldn't hide his eyes, which were full of fighting spirit.

Each punch was accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, its power enough to make the air tremble.

The mysterious man in black robes was equally impressive, although his robes were torn in many places, revealing blood-stained clothes underneath.

But his eyes remained cold as ice, revealing an indomitable will.

Each time his fist collided with Nangong Yehua, it produced a dull thud, as if even the surrounding air was being torn apart by this force.

Their fists clashed in mid-air, forming an impenetrable net, each collision accompanied by the cracking of bones and the tearing of muscles.

Nangong Yehua's left cheek was swollen and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but he seemed to feel no pain and attacked the man in black robes even more frantically.

The man in the black robe had a bruised right eye and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his movements did not slow down at all; on the contrary, they became even more ferocious.

Using his agile body, he constantly changed the angle and force of his attacks, trying to find a weakness in Nangong Yehua's defenses.

However, Nangong Yehua was like a tireless war machine. No matter how the man in black changed his moves, he could counterattack with even greater speed and strength.

The battle between the two was no longer a simple contest, but a challenge to the limits of life.

As time went on, both of them were rapidly losing their strength, and each punch they threw felt increasingly heavy.

Their breathing became rapid and heavy, and each step felt like walking on cotton, soft and weak, without any strength.

Even so, they did not give up and persisted, expressing their desire for victory with their fists.

Asking for flowers

Finally, after a fierce exchange, the two staggered back a few steps and fell to their knees almost simultaneously.

Nangong Yehua was panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, while the man in black robes was leaning against a nearby rock, barely supporting his body.

"I never expected you to fight me to this extent... I'm impressed."

The man in black robes spoke in a low, hoarse voice, tinged with a mixture of resentment and admiration.

Nangong Yehua raised her head, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

He knew that while victory in this battle was important, the perseverance and determination he had demonstrated in it were even more crucial.

However, when his gaze fell on the man in black robes again, that complex emotion was instantly replaced by a chilling killing intent.

"You submit? It's useless. You'll only submit if you die."

Nangong Yehua's voice was as cold as a blizzard, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

After saying that, he suddenly pushed off the ground and rushed towards the man in black robes like an arrow.

His fist drew a perfect arc in the air, accompanied by a whistling sound, and slammed solidly into the black-robed man's face.

Chapter 653 A Journey of Slaughter

This punch contained all of Nangong Yehua's power and anger.

The black-robed man's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a rock not far away.

The rock shattered upon impact, and the black-robed man slid down, collapsing to the ground, motionless.

Nangong Yehua stood there, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the black-robed man's body.

He waited, waiting for the black-robed man's reaction, but as time ticked by, the black-robed man remained motionless.

As the last rays of the setting sun gradually faded, night quietly descended.

Nangong Yehua gazed at the black-robed man's gradually cooling body and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Who is this person, and why is he in the Otsutsuki clan?"

Nangong Yehua frowned, the lingering doubt in her heart like a tangled mess, getting more and more complicated the more she tried to pull it apart.

He shook his head, deciding to put these thoughts aside for the time being. His immediate priority was to deal with the man in black robes and then figure out why he had appeared in the Otsutsuki clan.

He strode forward and continued walking into the interior of the Otsutsuki clan.

The night was as dark as ink, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the silence.

However, this tranquility did not last long. As Nangong Yehua went deeper, figures suddenly rushed out from the shadows and blocked his way.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass on the territory of the Otsutsuki clan!"

Those figures were dressed in the clothing of the Otsutsuki clan, wielding sharp blades, their eyes flashing with vigilance and hostility.

Nangong Yehua's eyes sharpened, and he said coldly:

"I am Nangong Yehua, and I have important business to discuss with the clan leader."

However, the Otsutsuki clan members did not seem to accept this, and they shouted angrily in unison:

"Nangong Yehua? Hmph, we don't know you! Get out of here right now, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

Nangong Yehua sighed inwardly. He knew that these clansmen had been blinded and had become pawns of certain people.

But at this moment, he had no time for words and could only let his strength speak for itself.

He moved with lightning speed, weaving through the crowd like a ghost, each strike precise and deadly.

Although the Otsutsuki clan members were numerous, they were no match for Nangong Yehua, like clay chickens and earthen dogs.

All that could be heard were screams and the clatter of weapons hitting the ground. In no time, all those who had tried to stop Nangong Yehua were lying on the ground, unable to get up again.

Nangong Yehua dusted himself off and walked with even more determination toward the deepest part of the Otsutsuki clan.

Along the way, he had killed countless Otsutsuki clansmen, but his heart remained completely unmoved.

He knew that all of this was for the future of the Otsutsuki clan, and to expose the true face of the man in black robes.

As he ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery became increasingly eerie and terrifying.

All that could be seen were small hills made of piled bones standing on both sides of the road.

Some flesh and clothing fragments remained on the skeleton, indicating that it had recently been the site of a fierce battle.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, making one want to vomit.

Nangong Yehua frowned, a hint of anger and grief flashing in her eyes. 3.4.

He knew all too well that these skeletons belonged to the Otsutsuki clan. They were once the pride and hope of the Otsutsuki clan, but now they had fallen to such a state. How could this not cause one great distress?

He quickened his pace, eager to find the clan chief as soon as possible, expose the true face of the man in black robes, and seek justice for these innocent clansmen.

However, as he ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery became increasingly bizarre.

Chapter 654 Young friend, please have a seat.

Before them lay a vast, boundless plain of white bones, littered with countless skeletons.

It was like a kingdom of the dead. At the end of the plain stood a towering black tower that seemed to pierce the clouds.

An eerie light flickered atop the giant tower, as if some evil force was brewing within it.

Standing at the edge of the White Bone Plain, Nangong Yehua gazed at the giant black tower, a sense of crisis rising within him like never before.

He knew that the giant tower must contain the greatest secret of the Otsutsuki clan, and also the true purpose of the man in black robes.

He took a deep breath, took firm steps, and walked towards the black tower.

Along the way, he encountered various strange phenomena and powerful members of the Otsutsuki clan, but he overcame them all with amazing perseverance and strength.

Finally, after paying a huge price, Nangong Yehua arrived at the foot of the black tower.

He looked up at the towering tower that reached into the clouds, his eyes shining with determination.

He knew that at this moment, he was not far from revealing the true face of the man in black.

Standing beneath the black tower, Nangong Yehua felt a sense of awe as he sensed the ancient and mysterious aura emanating from it.

However, just as he was gazing at the giant tower, trying to uncover its secrets, a sudden mechanical sound broke the surrounding silence.

"Young friend, please come up and have a seat."

The voice seemed to come from the distant void, yet it also seemed to be ringing right next to my ear, carrying an undeniable majesty and power.

Nangong Yehua was startled, and his gaze instantly sharpened. In this ninja world...

He had never heard anyone address him as "young friend," which was usually a respectful term for the younger generation in the cultivation world.

Could it be that the Otsutsuki clan really has some connection with the cultivation world?

His mind raced, but he remained outwardly calm.

Nangong Yehua knew that no matter what secrets were hidden in this giant tower, no matter who made the sound,

He must remain calm and vigilant in order to deal with any potential crises.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, then strode toward the tower's gate.

The door was tightly shut, as if no one had ever opened it, but Nangong Yehua reached out without hesitation and gently pushed it open.

As the gate slowly opened, an even richer and more ancient aura rushed out, causing Nangong Yehua to frown.

He stepped into the giant tower, only to find it pitch black inside, with only occasional flashes of light illuminating the path ahead.

He moved forward cautiously, each step filled with vigilance. A sense of oppression and heaviness permeated the surrounding air.

It was as if some invisible force was suppressing his breathing and movements.

However, Nangong Yehua did not back down. Instead, he became even more determined to uncover the secrets of the giant tower.

As he ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery began to change. Beams of light flickered in the darkness, forming ancient murals and runes.

The murals depict the history and legends of the Otsutsuki clan, as well as their connections with the cultivation world.

The runes emanated powerful energy fluctuations, as if they were about to erupt at any moment.

As Nangong Yehua walked forward, she carefully observed the murals and runes, trying to find clues.

Chapter 655 My Name at the Tower's Peak, Severing Ties