jdhmnovel Chapter 780: Luminous Self-blame
Chapter 780: Luminous Self-blame
Life and death are like falling flowers, those who are unlucky in the catastrophe, smile foolishly, are buried at the end of the world, and finally drop a drop of silence.
If you want to win the game, you need to eat up the opponent's chess pieces bit by bit, either by advancing step by step or by sudden attack. The purpose is actually not much different, but the means displayed are completely different.
Under the stern gazes of all the saints, what was presented above the cloud realm was the most magnificent scenery in the Abyss. A Demon King and a human Taoist were fighting hard in the battle, throwing their lives into the abyss, fiercely and without regrets, like dew and lightning.
The sharp sword energy was destructive, ruthless and fierce, cutting through the evil spirit coldly. Countless petals fell behind the sword energy, like a beautiful and illusory sea of fragrant snow, which seemed to cover the cloud world.
The nature of extinction and the interest of falling flowers are linked together, like the merciless waves formed by thousands of overlapping ones, turning into resolute killing and beauty, drifting away without asking to return, leaving only the remnant of life, and there is no escape.
The rolling evil spirit turned into a cold wind blade, which was extremely spiritual and fierce. It rushed towards the extremely bright sword light with the same fierceness. It seemed that the strong wind was obeying the order to destroy the scenery and chant the sorrow of war.
The extremely dim and bright sword light and the demonic energy like a violent storm mixed together, making clanging sounds. Black cracks appeared in the void from time to time, as if the heaven and earth were about to be hurt by it, terrifying and eerie.
The natures of the monsters in each court are different, so the demonic aura derived from the many monsters is also different. However, the reason why the royal bloodlines of the various courts are royal bloodlines is not only because they are qualified to become the noble blood of heaven and earth, but also because the bloodline magical powers of the Monster King are also extremely sharp, enough to compete with any Saint.
"I never expected that Lord Wuzhidao would really deduce the nature of annihilation to such an extent. No wonder it was enough to make the Life Sword conceal itself. A dignified ninth-level spiritual treasure will naturally not allow itself to fall into the hands of mediocre people."
The huge rat head spoke with a clanging sound, and the horrible flesh membrane wrapped the entire body of the monster, even covering the monster's limbs like mountain peaks. The surging monster wind wrapped around the huge claws, and it seemed that everything in the world would be torn into pieces.
Gongsun Wuzhi raised his head, his eyes had turned blood red, and was sizing up the six-hundred-foot-long flying monster fiercely, as if looking for any flaws that could be exploited.
The Luminous Demon King also looked at the monk with a weathered face and couldn't help but sigh quietly. He suddenly felt that the end of the needle was in the bag and the result was immediately apparent.
After wasting half his life, he finally shed the dust and dirt and shone brightly, even as bright as several other peerless Taoists. How rare! How amazing!
Not only are ordinary people foolish, but even many cultivators who have not yet enlightened their minds all think that the Holy Lord can live forever and have supreme power, and must be omnipotent.
In fact, the Luminous Demon Emperor himself was deeply touched. The Saint Venerable also had many unsatisfactory aspects. For example, the Demon Saint was worried about how to get the recognition of heaven and earth for his precious blood. Another example was that the Yuanshen spent thousands of years to upgrade to the ninth-level spiritual treasure, but gained nothing. Another example was that the Spirit Venerable was weak and had to wait for tens of millions of years before he could meet people of the same path...
The flying demon lineage has already unearthed the most powerful and wonderful nature in its bloodline, but it seems as if there is an innate chasm blocking the path of the demon. For hundreds of thousands of years, the Liuming Demon Court has not been recognized by heaven and earth, and has been unable to prove that its blood is comparable to that of the dragon and phoenix clans.
This is not only a regret for the flying demon lineage, but also the desire of all major demon courts to pursue with all their strength.
In contrast, it is also extremely difficult for humans to refine ninth-level spiritual treasures.
The production of any ninth-grade spiritual treasure was extremely costly, enough to exhaust the resources of one or even several Tianzong. As for the final result, it was almost always a failure. During several abyssal disasters, the refining of ninth-grade spiritual treasures led to the decline of Tianzong, and this happened more than once or twice.
But the Sword Master in front of him, with the nature of supernatural power as guidance, the emperors of various clans as fuel, and the method of killing souls as sacrifice, performed the most dangerous and brutal act of sword refining, and obtained a ninth-level spiritual treasure, which made all the saints' eyes drop to the ground!
"The Demon King is joking. No matter how strong and sharp the Siming Sword is, it is just a sword!
My practice is based on myself and people. I wonder if the Demon King understands this?"
The Sima Ming Sword slowly moved beside Daozi. Its original heaviness had disappeared, and it continued to stir up the sword energy in the sky, waving out gorgeous and beautiful petals.
What Daozi said was as calm as water, like the brilliant light that painted the world. It was once ordinary, absurd, confused, and crazy...
Now, I have braved the world and made my way through it, sharpening my body, which has been engraved in my bones and will never be forgotten, and melted in my blood and I will admire it with all my heart.
In the old days, it had been blessed by the heavens, but there were no evil monsters or demons. Now we come to discuss the short life and long calamity, with the gods and demons as support, and the cold blades that shed bright light.
Gongsun Wuzhi's pupils were red, filled with violent murderous intent, and he was extremely crazy.
“I don’t know why, but I really want to take the Demon King’s life. Although it’s a little inexplicable, I also vaguely understand it!
The Sima Dao must have been tainted with the evil spirit of the emperors of all clans. If you want to subdue it, the best way is to sacrifice the precious blood of the demon clan!
Please help me, Luminous Demon King! Help others!"
Self-centered? People-centered? A hint of solemnity could not help but appear in the eyes of the Luminous Demon Emperor.
Gongsun Wuzhi in front of him, even if he was caught in a ferocious and crazy killing intent, still disdained to be controlled by the life sword? He was worthy of the sincerity of Xiaoming. He had been the master of the sword, and he would never be a slave of the sword!
"I want to eat you, too, to taste the flavor of the dignified Lord Wuzhi Dao. It tastes different than that of ordinary mortals!" The flying monster spit out its tongue like a giant python and licked the huge monster claw.
Since some time ago, the rolling wind blades have turned the cloud world into a world of wind. The air is shaking the universe, and the wind blades of all sizes are slowly weaving into a cage, which seems to surround the entire void.
The monster should eat spirits and gain wisdom, the emperor should support the sky and then destroy it!
The true nature of the wind contained in the blood is not only erratic and elusive, but also ever-changing. Each wind demon digs it out and displays its beauty, and the results are different.
Yi Huahong inherited Feng Zhong's remorseless nature and had an unparalleled fighting spirit. Demon Emperor Liuming regretted it so much that his intestines turned green, and he only blamed himself for being blind and not recognizing his true talent.
As for the flying demon lineage, they also discovered many wind properties, and the one who went the furthest was undoubtedly the Luminous Demon King himself.
The wind and fate are circling, roaring between heaven and earth, coming in a chaotic manner, sweeping across the sky, and wishing to be undefeated...
Groan!
Along with a thunder-like roar, billions of wind blade traps have appeared in the entire cloud world. The six-hundred-foot-long flying monster slowly dissipated in the cloud world, and only a cold smile remained on the rat head.
The ultimate wonder of the Liuming bloodline has already been revealed between heaven and earth. It can tear apart the true form with the invisible and penetrate the space with the thicknessless. The Demon Court has been digging for countless years and it was unleashed by an emperor in a catastrophe, which is enough to become a earth-shaking blow.
The sky is filled with joyful petals that continue to fall, intertwined and shattered by the endless wind blades, but it seems that it will never stop... In the fight, everyone has the will to fall to each other, so they need to go all out.
A Demon King is enough to make Daozi invest a huge sum of money. If he takes away one piece, the opponent will have one less piece. If he takes away one more piece, the opponent will have one less margin. In the end, he will be tied up tightly by the noose of robbery and contention.
This is not the only way to win the battle of Abyss Tribulation, but it is the only method that the Taoist of Gods and Demons is familiar with.
Seeing that the wind blades had blocked all the retreat routes in the cloud world, and the colorful petals had blocked all outside prying eyes, Gongsun Wuzhi breathed a long sigh of relief, and the blood color in his eyes suddenly faded.
It seemed as if she had washed off the dust of murder, or gently brushed off the fallen petals on her body, but her eyes and brows were gentle, not like someone in distress.
The six hundred-foot-long flying demon's holy body, although invisible, had already fiercely bitten at him, with a resolute and unrepentant intention, as if there was no escape, just like the wind blowing slowly from the horizon, or the wind blowing quietly from the netherworld...
Like the flowing water that passes by, it flows silently, but it has its own edge. It kills the youthful appearance in vain, and it kills the cold and indifferent world in return. How many regrets, how many thoughts, but nothing can stop it.
The invisible wind is so deadly, and the invisible monster is so unpredictable, it is enough to kill people in a disaster, and it can also demonstrate the sincerity of Liuming Killing, which is the invisible and invincible posture and the state of blood-containing wonderful wind.
The next moment, a black lotus blossomed on the Sima knife. The dark black petals seemed to be able to swallow all the light. The air was filled with the nature of destruction, which made people involuntarily feel fear.
"I don't take the invisible, but I am swallowed by the invisible instead. This is really embarrassing..."
Daozi murmured, and then his eyes became stern and grim, "I can't be honest and upright, so I hate those who hide their heads and show their tails the most!"
Gongsun Wuzhi smiled indifferently, casually grasped the Sima knife, and gently swung it forward, as if he was fulfilling an appointment with fate and keeping his promise.
It was as if glass was shattering, and bursts of cracking sounds were resounding in the huge cage, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The black lotus was shining with golden light, and black gas was constantly spewing out, as if it was being tightly hugged by an invisible beast and was being bitten fiercely.
In less than ten breaths, the Black Lotus of Annihilation had become tattered and seemed as if it would disappear into the sky and earth in the next moment. Looking down from the broken lotus petals, one could suddenly see a weathered middle-aged man holding a blade in his hand.
Use your own invisible nature to swallow up all visible things?
Daozi nodded slightly, a hint of admiration in his eyes. To be honest, the postures displayed by all the extremely powerful demon saints were all killing weapons for winning in the calamity, just like the spiritual treasures of the human race above the seventh level, each of them had its own mysteries.
The supreme bloodlines of several demon courts should not be underestimated either. The Golden Lion of Suxue can summon earth, water, fire and wind, which is enough to rebuild a small world. And the Flying Emperor of Liuming Demon Court in front of him has proved the invisible nature of the wind, and his danger is no less than that of the Invisible Sword.
I didn't expect that I didn't have time to take it, but the Demon Court already had the imperial certificate. It was really laughable.
Daozi casually threw the Siming Knife aside and smiled faintly, "The Demon King may not believe me, but I was just a little bit away from assassinating you with my invisible method."
"The Siming Sword is not of the ninth rank. I thought it was a spiritual treasure that chose its master, so I kept it to myself. I didn't expect it to be not of the ninth rank..." The invisible wind was silent for a few breaths, then spoke softly, his tone was already extremely complicated, "Gongsun Wuzhi, where is the real Siming Sword, or should I say..."
The Luminous Demon King let out a long sigh, which seemed to be filled with disappointment, disbelief, and even hatred.
"Or rather, what about the real Gongsun Wuzhi?"
The black lotus of annihilation broke into pieces, floated into the void, and slowly disappeared into thin air, contrasting beautifully with the many gorgeous petals.
"Since the Demon King has already guessed it, why bother asking again? There is no such person as Gongsun Wuzhi, and this Sima Ming Sword is indeed not of the ninth rank. But if I don't tell this outrageous lie, I can't hide the truth about the death of the emperors.
Jiang Moshu is here. Long time no see. The Demon King is polite! "
The soft words uttered from Daozi's mouth were like thunder and lightning, smashing fiercely into the demon consciousness of Liuming Demon King. Even the wind in the void produced faint ripples. It was unclear whether it was because he was unstable or his mind was lost.
"Impossible!" The Liuming Demon King had already revealed his figure on his own initiative, and his six hundred feet tall body was trembling slightly.
"how to say?"
Daozi scratched his head, with a hint of humor in his tone, "The Demon King wants me to summon the acquired gods and demons to prove that I am the Lord of Xingtian. I really can't do it at the moment, but I do have other ways to prove it..."
The Liuming Demon King did not say anything, but just stared at Daozi quietly, and his huge demon pupils became even more sinister.
Even if such a horrific change occurs, in the situation of fighting and killing, it is always necessary to rely on supernatural powers and the power of Taoism to break the disaster. Since Gongsun Wuzhi is not here and the Sima Ming Sword has not been promoted to the ninth level, the price to be paid for the capture of the Emperor of all veins will definitely not be light.
The three gods and demons are probably already destroyed...
In this case, with the help of the invisible wind, he might be able to try to kill the Lord of Xingtian here and eliminate the trouble once and for all!
At the very least, they must break through the blockade of Sima Ming's sword energy and the Three Realms Flowers, so that Yun Zhen and the other demon saints outside can get a glimpse of the truth. In this way, even if they sacrifice their demon bodies and lives and die here, it will be worth it.
The Luminous Demon King nodded slightly to Jiang Moshu, then shook his head in disappointment, revealing a sad smile on his rat head that looked like a mountain peak, "Good Lord Xingtian, I have learned a lot from you, and I thank you for giving me respect, but since I am the Demon King, I still want to fight for it.
Now that the three of you gods and demons are not here, I don't believe you can easily break my invisible magic. It's a good thing that we can separate life and death here!"
“The Demon King is right. My magical powers are powerful enough to kill people, but now that I don’t have the help of gods and demons, they are indeed less mysterious.
Therefore, please forgive me, Demon King, and don't blame me for not following martial ethics."
The next moment, amidst the gorgeous petals and clanging wind blades, Daozi spoke with great emotion, as if there was no wind or waves, and without any regrets, "Wujian Walking Ji Cuiyu, please open the gate of hell!"
A deep crack suddenly appeared between Daozi and the Demon King, as if it led directly to hell.
The Red Lotus Armor has already fallen into the Demon King's sight. A beautiful barefoot figure floats over, and the deep and steep mountains make the petals and wind blades in the sky lose their color.
"The master of the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner is here. Shen Caiyan greets the master."
The cold and charming fairy sound suddenly invaded his mind, making the Liuming Demon Emperor feel as if his internal organs were burning. It was as if thousands of icicles were piercing into his body, making him feel so painful that he wished he was dying.
"You, you, 伱..."
Demon King Liuming was already somewhat incoherent, shivering for a long time, with deep remorse in his demon eyes, "I am sorry to Yun Zhen, and I am also sorry to Liuming. I am not worthy of being a Demon King. What kind of Demon King am I? I am just a bastard!"
Shuangying? Shuangying! Damn Shuangying!
Yun Zhen! Whether it was the Huazhen Demon Court or the Liuming Demon Court, it turned out that they were wrong from the beginning!