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

The Black Demon Immortal was one of the most powerful beings of their era, and his fame spread far and wide, known to all.

How could he not be shocked that the seemingly young Nangong Yehua in front of him actually claimed to be the master of the Black Demon Immortal?

Nangong Yehua nodded slightly, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

"Long, long ago, I was traveling around when I met a young man with extraordinary talent."

"He is Black Zetsu. I see his potential."

"So I took him as my disciple and taught him some of the knowledge and skills I had learned."

"Unexpectedly, he later surpassed his teacher and became a figure of awe in that era."

At this point, Nangong Yehua's tone was filled with satisfaction and pride.

He understood that the growth and achievements of each disciple were the best reward for their master. And Black Zetsu was undoubtedly the most outstanding of all his disciples.

“But even so, I never thought of using his name to gain anything for myself.”

"I am using the Ten Kings of Hell today because I need a power that can quickly suppress you, and this is one of the techniques I once taught Black Zetsu."

Nangong Yehua continued, his voice calm and firm, as if he were explaining something to the Great Immortal Yijue, and also proving something to himself.

As Nangong Yehua finished speaking, the black vortexes began to slowly rotate, and the connection between them seemed to become even stronger.

Chapter 662 A Simple Kill

Powerful energy fluctuations emanated from these vortexes, causing the entire space to tremble.

The Great Immortal Yijue could sense that the power contained within these vortexes was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, inspiring awe in all who beheld them.

In the utterly shocked gaze of the Great Immortal Yijue, those ten black vortexes, which were originally just illusory existences, were revealed.

As if they had come to life, a figure slowly emerged from the center of each vortex.

These figures were tall and imposing, surrounded by a thick, cold aura, as if they were messengers from the underworld, inspiring awe in all who beheld them.

"This...this is every one of the Ten Kings of Hell!"

The voice of the Great Immortal Yijue trembled with shock; he could hardly believe his eyes.

The Ten Kings of Hell are legendary beings who each govern different areas of the underworld, possessing unimaginable power and majesty.

At this moment, these ten Yama Kings appeared before him at the same time. How could he not feel fear and despair?

However, what shocked Yi Jue Da Xian even more was that after these Yama figures walked out of the vortex, they all bowed and paid their respects in the direction of Nangong Ye-Hua.

It was as if they were paying homage to their master. This scene completely overturned the understanding of the Great Immortal Yijue.

He looked at Nangong Yehua in disbelief, his eyes flashing red, as if he wanted to pierce through the other's soul.

"Hahahaha, impossible! You can't possibly be Black Zetsu's master!"

The Great Immortal Yi Jue burst into laughter, but his laughter was filled with bitterness and despair.

He knew he was likely doomed today. The Nangong Yehua before him had mastered not only the Black Demon Immortal's techniques.

It can even summon the legendary Ten Kings of Hell; such power far exceeds his imagination and understanding.

In the eyes of the Great Immortal Yijue, Nangong Yehua's soul seemed to have undergone a tremendous change at this moment.

He was no longer the young and energetic monk he once was, but an unfathomable and awe-inspiring being.

Nangong Yehua stood there quietly, his eyes filled with calm and confidence, as if everything was under his control.

Whether what you said is right or wrong is no longer important.

Nangong Yehua's voice was calm and firm, and his words seemed to have a kind of magic.

Asking for flowers

This deepened the fear and despair in the heart of the Great Immortal Yijue. He understood that he had reached the end today, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not change this fact.

Just then, Nangong Yehua suddenly uttered a single word:

"kill!"

As soon as the word was uttered, the ten Yama Kings acted as if they had received a command.

They moved simultaneously, each unleashing powerful spells and martial arts techniques as they charged towards the Great Immortal Yijue.

Faced with this sudden attack from 852, the Great Immortal Yi Jue was greatly alarmed and quickly used his magic to defend against it.

However, the power of the Ten Kings of Hell was simply too great. Their attacks were like a storm, leaving the Great Immortal Yijue overwhelmed.

He could only do his best to try and save his life in the face of this powerful force.

The battle erupted instantly, and the entire space was filled with intense energy fluctuations and magical light.

The figure of Yi Jue Da Xian flickered in the light as he continuously unleashed his Taoist magic and martial arts techniques in an attempt to withstand the attacks of the Ten Kings of Hell.

However, as time went on, he gradually felt powerless, and the strength within his body was constantly being depleted.

Chapter 663 Immortal Power

Nangong Yehua stood quietly to the side, not participating in the battle, but simply observing everything.

His eyes were filled with depth and wisdom, as if he could see through every detail and change in the battle.

He understood that this battle was an inescapable calamity for the Great Immortal Yijue.

In the fierce battle, the Great Immortal Yijue gradually fell into a desperate situation.

The more scars he sustained, the weaker his body became.

He knew he was powerless to change anything and could only await his fate in the face of this powerful force.

Just then, Nangong Yehua suddenly spoke:

“Great Immortal Yijue, have you ever considered that a true strongman not only needs great strength and martial arts skills, but also firm beliefs and wisdom?”

"Your failure today is not because you are not strong enough, but because you are not firm enough and lack wisdom."

Nangong Yehua's words struck Yijue Daxian's heart like a bolt of lightning.

In that instant, he seemed to understand something, and a complex emotion flickered in his eyes.

He understood that his failure today was not due to a lack of strength, but rather to a loss of inner peace and a wavering of faith.

However, all of this was already beyond change. Under the continuous attacks of the Ten Kings of Hell.

The Great Immortal Yi Jue finally collapsed to the ground, his figure gradually fading away in the light.

Nangong Yehua stood there quietly, his eyes filled with calm and depth, as if everything was under his control.

With the fall of the Great Immortal Yijue, the entire space seemed to fall into a strange silence.

With a gentle wave of his sleeve, Nangong Yehua summoned the ten Yama Kings, who transformed into shadowy figures as if summoned by some mysterious force.

They were reintegrated into those black vortexes.

Then, these vortexes began to slowly shrink and eventually disappeared into the night sky as if they had never existed.

The entire space returned to calm, as if the thrilling battle that had just taken place was merely an illusion.

However, the Great Immortal Yijue lay on the ground like a dead dog, his body lifeless, only his empty eyes still holding a trace of resentment and despair.

This corpse is the most direct evidence of that great battle; it silently testifies to how fierce and terrifying the fight was.

Nangong Yehua stood there quietly, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

Looking at the Great Immortal Yijue on the ground, he felt an indescribable surge of emotion.

He knew that although he had won the battle, he had also paid a considerable price.

However, it was all worth it, because he finally resolved this potential threat and cleared an obstacle on his path of cultivation.

Just then, Nangong Yehua suddenly noticed that the corpse of Yijue Daxian was beginning to emit a golden light.

This light was pure and sacred, as if it came from another world. Nangong Yehua's heart stirred.

He immediately realized that this was the power of immortals! Every great immortal contains this power to some extent, and only by possessing the power of immortals can one become a true great immortal.

Nangong Yehua quickly dispelled the spell cast by the Ten Kings of Hell, restoring his body to its normal state.

He sat down cross-legged and began to circulate his cultivation technique, preparing to absorb this rare immortal spiritual power.

Chapter 664 Destroying and Retiring Successfully

He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that he absolutely could not miss.

As Nangong Yehua began to circulate his cultivation technique, the air around him seemed to vibrate.

Golden light flowed like water from the corpse of the Great Immortal Yijue, then converged towards Nangong Yehua.

Upon contact with Nangong Yehua's body, these rays of light transformed into streams of warm energy, which began to permeate his body.

A comfortable expression appeared on Nangong Yehua's face. He could feel this power constantly nourishing his body and soul.

His cultivation seemed to have undergone a qualitative leap at this moment, and the immortal spiritual power within his body was also constantly increasing.

As time passed, the golden light gradually faded and eventually disappeared completely into the night sky.

Nangong Yehua sat there quietly, exuding an indescribable aura.

He felt as if he had become one with the world. He knew that he had not only won the battle, but had also gained a rare opportunity.

When Nangong Yehua awoke from his cultivation state, he discovered that his cultivation had reached a completely new level.

He stood up, looked at the corpse of the Great Immortal Yijue on the ground, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

He knew that although the battle was over, his path of cultivation was far from over.

He must continue to work hard to go further and higher on this path.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale the last trace of life in this space.

His eyes gleamed with determination, and his hands swiftly formed hand seals, a powerful energy beginning to gather in his palms.

This force surged like a violent storm, seemingly capable of destroying everything in its path.

Nangong Yehua swung his palms out suddenly, and a huge surge of energy swept out, instantly engulfing the entire space.

This energy was like an invisible giant hand, tightly gripping this space and then suddenly squeezing it.

With a deafening roar, space began to shatter and collapse, as if torn to pieces by an invisible force.

Nangong Yehua's figure was lifted into the air like a falling leaf by the impact of this energy.

But he remained calm and used the force to easily return to the outside world.

His figure drew a graceful arc in the air before landing steadily on the ground.

Nangong Yehua's eyes were filled with determination and domineering spirit as he thought to himself:

"Since I've already dealt with the founder of the Otsutsuki clan, then the Otsutsuki clan's territory no longer needs to exist."

He understood that the 390 units of power he had just displayed were enough to destroy this space.

The Otsutsuki clan behind this space will inevitably fall into chaos and decline because they have lost the protection of their founder.

Nangong Yehua strode forward with firm steps, his figure appearing exceptionally tall and majestic in the night.

He knew what he had to do next: completely destroy the territory of the Otsutsuki clan and leave no trace of them on this land.

As Nangong Yehua approached, the territory of the Otsutsuki clan began to tremble, as if sensing the impending crisis.

However, none of this could change Nangong Yehua's determination and actions.

Chapter 665 Next Stop: Akatsuki Base

Like an invincible war god, he brandished his weapon and launched a fierce attack on the territory of the Otsutsuki clan.

Under his attack, the territory of the Otsutsuki clan began to collapse and disintegrate.

Buildings were destroyed into ruins, trees were uprooted, and the entire land was plunged into chaos and devastation.

A satisfied smile appeared on Nangong Yehua's face.

He knew that he had finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish and completely wiped the territory of the Otsutsuki clan from this land.

Standing atop the ruins of the collapsed territory of the Otsutsuki clan, Nangong Yehua gazed at the devastation before him, a sense of indescribable satisfaction welling up within him.

This once glorious territory has now turned to dust and can no longer threaten the peace of the ninja world.

He knew that all these achievements were inseparable from his own efforts and perseverance, and even more so from his unwavering pursuit of justice.

Sunlight streamed down from the broken sky, illuminating Nangong Yehua's resolute face and adding a touch of holiness to him.