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

"Immortal Yi Jue said coldly, his voice echoing in the vast天地 (heaven and earth), carrying an unquestionable majesty."

Those deep eyes seemed to see into people's hearts, staring directly into Nangong Yehua's soul.

Nangong Yehua sneered, a stubborn smile curving her lips.

"is it?"

He retorted, his tone filled with resentment and defiance. His eyes instantly sharpened, as if a raging fire burned within them.

As Nangong Yehua finished speaking, a surge of immense power suddenly erupted around him.

This force surged like a violent storm, instantly enveloping his entire body.

Then, a shocking scene unfolded—Nangong Yehua's body began to undergo earth-shattering changes.

His body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a gigantic Susanoo.

This Susanoo is tens of feet tall, its body radiating a dazzling golden light, like a war god who stepped out of ancient mythology.

Nangong Yehua sat steadily on Susanoo's shoulder, his eyes blazing as he stared directly at the Great Immortal Yijue ahead.

Moreover, Nangong Yehua also activated the ability of the myriad phenomena of the universe.

Various strange runes and patterns began to appear around him, and these runes and patterns intertwined in the air to form mysterious paintings.

It exuded a chilling power. The activation of the myriad phenomena of the universe elevated Nangong Yehua's prestige to a whole new level.

"These methods are not enough."

When the Great Immortal Yijue saw the changes in Nangong Yehua, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He smiled slightly, slowly clasped his hands together, and silently recited an ancient incantation.

As the incantation was recited, the phantom of a towering Buddha began to condense above the head of the Great Immortal Yijue.

The phantom of this giant Buddha is hundreds of feet tall, radiating a faint golden light, like a guardian deity descended from the Buddhist kingdom.

Its eyes were slightly closed, its face radiating compassion and solemnity, as if it could perceive all the suffering in the world.

The appearance of the towering Buddha phantom caused the entire world to tremble.

It stands in stark contrast to Nangong Yehua's Susanoo, one majestic and dignified, the other wild and unruly.

The standoff between the two seemed to foreshadow an earth-shattering battle to come.

"Hmph, then I'll show you my true strength!"

Nangong Yehua snorted coldly, clenching his fists, ready to launch an attack.

His Susanoo roared as well, as if it too was anticipating the upcoming battle.

However, the Great Immortal Yijue did not immediately engage in battle.

He remained with his hands clasped together, his eyes revealing a profound and serene quality. He seemed to be waiting for something, or perhaps deep in thought.

"Young man, your strength of 3.4 is indeed very strong."

Finally, the Great Immortal Yijue spoke, breaking the silence.

"But do you know? True power is not just external might and strength, but more importantly, inner peace and wisdom."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua frowned slightly. He didn't fully understand what Yijue Daxian meant, but he could sense the unfathomable power emanating from the other party.

Chapter 659 The Terrifying Battle

This filled him with a sense of awe.

"Enough talk! Let's get started!"

Nangong Yehua, no longer wanting to listen to the sermons of the Great Immortal Yijue, roared and urged his Susanoo to charge towards the Great Immortal Yijue.

The power of all things reached its peak at this moment, with various mysterious runes and patterns exploding in the air, releasing earth-shattering power.

However, in the face of Nangong Yehua's fierce offensive, the Great Immortal Yijue simply smiled slightly.

With a gentle wave of his hands, the illusory image of the towering Buddha rushed forward. The collision between the two instantly erupted with dazzling light and a deafening roar.

As the battle continued, the clash between Nangong Yehua's Susanoo and Yijue Daxian's Dharma Image of the Great Buddha became increasingly intense.

The world seemed to be filled with endless energy, and every clash was accompanied by deafening roars and dazzling light.

Nangong Yehua, perched on Susanoo's shoulder, stared intently at the Great Immortal Yijue ahead.

He knew that he had to go all out to defeat this powerful opponent.

So he took a deep breath, quickly formed hand seals, and prepared to unleash one of Susanoo's strongest techniques—"Yasaka Magatama".

"Yasaka no Magatama!"

Nangong Yehua shouted, and Susanoo's eyes suddenly shone with a dazzling light.

Immediately afterwards, eight enormous magatama shot out from its eyes, streaking across the sky like meteors, heading straight for the Great Immortal Yijue.

Seeing this, the Great Immortal Yi Jue remained unfazed, his hands still clasped together.

He smiled slightly, silently chanting a mantra. Suddenly, the phantom of the Great Buddha of Heaven and Earth solidified, as if it had truly become a guardian deity descended from the Buddhist kingdom.

"Heavenly Dawn Great Palm!"

With a low shout, the phantom of the Buddha suddenly stretched out a giant palm to meet Nangong Yehua's "Yasaka Magatama".

The palm collided with the magatama in mid-air, producing a deafening roar and overflowing energy, as if it would tear the entire world apart.

However, Nangong Yehua did not stop there. He formed another hand seal, preparing to unleash another powerful move—"Indra's Arrow".

Suddenly, a giant arrow materialized from Susanoo's chest, wreathed in raging flames and lightning, seemingly capable of destroying everything.

"Indra's Arrow!"

Nangong Yehua shouted again and shot the arrow at Yijue Daxian.

The arrow traced a dazzling trajectory through the air, and wherever it passed, space seemed to be torn apart.

The Great Immortal Yijue looked at the powerful arrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

But he did not back down. Instead, he unleashed the "Heavenly Dawn Palm" once again, colliding with the "Indra's Arrow" in mid-air.

This collision was even more intense, with energy overflowing, as if it would devour the entire world.

However, just as the two forces canceled each other out, Nangong Yehua suddenly unleashed Susanoo's ultimate move—"Ten-Fist Sword".

Suddenly, Susanoo's right hand transformed into a giant longsword, its blade shimmering with a mysterious light, as if it could cleave through everything in the world.

"Ten Fist Sword!"

Nangong Yehua shouted and urged Susanoo to swing its sword at Yijue Daxian.

The speed and power of this sword strike were so great that it seemed to cleave even space itself.

However, facing Nangong Yehua's sword, the Great Immortal Yijue did not appear flustered.

Chapter 660 I haven't used my full strength yet

He smiled slightly, slowly opened his hands, and silently chanted a spell.

Suddenly, the phantom image of the Great Buddha of Heaven and Earth became blurred, as if it had merged into the world.

“Looking at flowers in the smoke!”

With a low shout, the Great Immortal Yijue caused a thick layer of fog to suddenly envelop the entire battlefield.

In the fog, Nangong Yehua's vision became blurred, and he could no longer accurately judge the location and movements of the Great Immortal Yijue.

Nangong Yehua was startled, realizing that he had fallen into the trap set by the Great Immortal Yijue.

But he did not give up. Instead, he used his skillful control of Susanoo and his powerful senses to try to find traces of the Great Immortal Yijue in the fog.

However, at that moment, the Great Immortal Yi Jue suddenly appeared behind Nangong Yehua.

He clenched his fists, gathering all his strength, preparing to launch the final blow.

"Severing Heaven and Earth!"

With a loud shout, Yi Jue Da Xian threw a punch at Nangong Ye Hua's Susanoo.

The power of this punch was so great that it seemed to shake the heavens and earth.

Nangong Yehua's heart tightened; he knew he could no longer dodge this attack.

So he gritted his teeth and urged Susanoo to swing his sword to meet the fist of the Great Immortal.

Two powerful forces collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar. The entire world seemed to tremble at that moment, as if time itself had stood still.

However, at this moment, a shocking change occurred.

Under the attack of the Great Immortal Yijue, cracks began to appear on Nangong Yehua's Susanoo. The cracks spread rapidly, and eventually the entire Susanoo collapsed with a crash.

Nangong Yehua staggered out of the ruins of Susanoo, his face pale and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He knew he had been defeated.

The Great Immortal Yijue looked at Nangong Yehua, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. He slowly walked up to Nangong Yehua and said in a low voice:

"Young man, your strength is indeed great, but your heart is not firm enough. A true strongman not only needs great strength, but also firm belief and wisdom."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua slowly lowered his head, as if deep in thought, or perhaps gathering some kind of strength.

He remained silent, but a subtle change began to occur in his aura, as if an invisible force was quietly awakening within him.

A moment later, Nangong Yehua raised his head again, his eyes now deep and mysterious, radiating a faint purple light.

What was revealed in that light was a determination and strength that transcended ordinary people.

At this moment, it was as if he was no longer the Nangong Yehua he once was, but a more powerful being.

"Very good, it's been a long time since anyone has made me use my full strength."

Nangong Yehua's voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly containing the weight of a thousand pounds.

His eyes were fixed on the Great Immortal Yijue, as if he wanted to pierce through the other's soul.

The Great Immortal Yijue looked at Nangong Yehua in this form with an expression of disbelief on his face (Good for Zhao Zhao).

"What? He wasn't even using his full strength?"

He muttered to himself, a sense of crisis he had never felt before welling up inside him.

He could sense that the aura emanating from Nangong Yehua at this moment had undergone a qualitative leap compared to before.

Just then, Nangong Yehua suddenly clasped his hands together, and a terrifying aura instantly swept across the entire space.

That aura contained boundless majesty and power, as if even the heavens and earth trembled at that moment.

Chapter 661 The Power of the Ten Kings of Hell

As Nangong Yehua softly uttered the four words "Ten Kings of Hell!", the entire space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force.

Suddenly, ten identical black vortexes appeared out of thin air, like gateways to the abyss, each exuding a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

They seemed capable of devouring all light and life. These vortexes swirled in the night sky, seemingly connected by some mysterious force, weaving a web of death together.

At that moment, the body of the Great Immortal Yijue tensed up instantly, his eyes wide open, and the unsettling swirling images were reflected in his pupils.

An indescribable fear and shock welled up within him.

This power, this aura, he was all too familiar with 377—this was precisely the move that the Black Demon Immortal, who shared the same glorious era as him, was skilled in!

"This is... a technique from the Dark Demon Immortal, who lived during the same era as me!"

The voice of the Great Immortal Yijue became hoarse with shock; he could hardly believe his eyes and senses.

He shouted in the direction of Nangong Yehua, trying to find the answer from the other party's reaction.

"Who exactly are you, and why do you know Black Zetsu's techniques?"

Nangong Yehua had completed the final step of casting the spell. He stood there quietly, surrounded by an aura of transcendence from the mundane world.

It seemed as if it had become one with this world.

Faced with the questioning of the Great Immortal Yijue, a faint smile appeared on his lips, a smile that contained both nostalgia for the past and indifference to the present situation.

"Black Zetsu? I remember I once had a disciple named Black Zetsu!"

Nangong Yehua spoke calmly and confidently, as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

However, this simple sentence stirred up a tidal wave in the heart of the Great Immortal Yijue.

"Disciple? You mean, you're the master of the Black Demon Immortal?!"

The voice of the Great Immortal Yijue was filled with disbelief; it was as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world.