"Boom!"
As soon as he punched out, there was even a violent sonic boom in the air.
And under this situation, a figure flashed past in the thick smoke in the back mountain.
Almost at the same time, another black sword light flashed past with thunder.
"Rumble...!"
The demon monk's pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could react, a black flying sword carried a huge force and pierced his chest at lightning speed!
"Poof!!!"
After the black sword light flashed, it circled behind him and swept in again.
Thunder Fire Sword!
"Hahaha...!"
The Earth Demon monk whose chest was pierced laughed loudly, turned around suddenly, and caught the incoming Thunder Fire Sword in his hand!
He said angrily: "How can a mere flying sword kill my body of demons!"
"Human race, you are still..."
"Zila...boom!"
Before he could finish his words, he saw Zheng Yi's figure slowly flying over from the back mountain, and he made a sudden gesture with one hand.
The Thunder Fire Sword suddenly emitted a burst of intense light, and at the same time, black lightning suddenly exploded, covering the whole body of the demon monk in it, causing crazy destruction.
"Damn it...this body is really too weak!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Thunder Fire Sword caught in his hand suddenly spun, escaped from his hand, and flew back to Zheng Yi.
Zheng Yi opened his hand, and the Thunder Fire Sword fell steadily into his hand, looking at the monster in front of him indifferently.
"Earth Demon Clan? People from other worlds?"
He carries the Yin Yang Treasure Book and can travel through the Canglan Realm at will, so he is no stranger to the monsters in front of him.
In the Canglan Realm, he had many dealings with the Nether Spirit Clan, and even killed many members of the Nether Spirit Clan.
"You little bug, you have some knowledge. I come from the Earth Demon Realm, and I am the Tyrant Demon Lord of the Earth Demon Realm!"
The Tyrant Demon Lord said in a deep voice: "The spiritual energy of the Xuan Cang Realm has collapsed, and the monks' path to immortality has been cut off. Why not join our Demon Realm and step into the path of cultivating demons together? How about entering our Great Heaven Demon Realm!"
"And now Hong Hai, the strongest monk in Xuan Cang Realm, and Xingchen Island, the most powerful force, have all thrown themselves into our Demon Realm. Are you still obsessed with it?!"
Zheng Yi frowned slightly, cultivating demons?
The Demonic Cultivation mentioned by the Tyrant Demon Lord in front of him is different from the Demonic Cultivation World.
Rumor has it that the demonic cultivation techniques in ancient times came from the demonic world.
The demon world is the place corresponding to the existence of the spiritual world, and what it absorbs is also spiritual energy.
It's just another kind of spiritual energy.
Humans cultivating demons will undergo drastic changes in their character and psyche due to different spiritual energy they absorb, excessive desires, and other reasons.
There are even some magical powers that can cause huge changes in the body shape of humans.
One horn, magic eyes, blood skin, scales and so on.
Unlike self-cultivation, the biggest feature of cultivating demons is to amplify desires and use desires to promote one's own cultivation.
In this way, the progress is very fast.
But it is also very easy to be dominated by desire.
Either they are murderous, violent and cruel, greedy and violent, or arrogant and lustful.
Over time, he will become a monster dominated by desire!
Cultivation of demons?
Zheng Yi has no interest!
He didn't say anything, but just a little ahead, the Thunder Fire Sword flashed again.
A large amount of black thunder and lightning flashed out from the blade and shot towards the Tyrant Demon Lord.
His actions already showed his attitude.
"What a pity! What a pity!"
The Tyrant Demon Lord shook his head and said: "According to the memories of the followers possessed by me, you are the most powerful person in the Xuan Cang Realm. If you can join our Demon Realm, the entire Xuan Cang Realm will be like a treasure hunt!"
Facing the incoming Thunder Fire Sword, the look of indifference in Tyrant Demon Lord's eyes became even more intense.
"Emperor Dayu! I'll give you another chance!"
"Boom...!"
There was an explosion, but he suddenly stretched out his big hand and turned into a ferocious beast's hand in the air, grabbing the Thunder Fire Sword fiercely.
"Click!"
The Thunder Fire Sword was accidentally caught by the beast's hand.
Zheng Yi repeated his old trick, black thunder and lightning flashed out, but the beast's hand only trembled slightly and never moved again.
"Come to our demon world. I will personally cast a spell to infuse you with pure demonic energy and transform you into the body of my demon clan."
"Even with your cultivation, I can help you enter the golden elixir stage, how about it!"
Golden elixir period!
As soon as the Tyrant Demon Lord finished speaking, many monks on Tianshou Mountain trembled and subconsciously looked at Zheng Yi and Tyrant Demon Lord.
That's the golden elixir stage!
In the entire Xuan Cang Realm, there are countless monks in the cultivation world, and only a handful of them can reach the foundation building stage, only with two palms.
As for the golden elixir stage, there is none at all!
Now this Tyrant Demon Lord actually keeps saying that he can help monks enter the golden elixir stage. This...
For a time, no one knew how many monks were tempted.
As long as there is a breakthrough in cultivation, what if you switch to the devil's path?
Even if it turns into that ugly monster, it's not impossible.
"Golden elixir?"
Zheng Yi smiled coldly: "How can anything be so easy in the world? Who are you?"
The Tyrant Demon Lord laughed and said: "Hahaha, I am already the Demon Lord!"
"According to the classification of your human monks, I am already in the realm of Nascent Soul!"
"Given time, we will definitely be able to enter the stage of transformation into gods!"
Become a god!
Nascent Soul!
The corners of countless monks' eyes twitched violently. They coveted the golden elixir, not to mention the Nascent Soul and the Transformation God!
Zheng Yi sneered, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Any Nascent Soul transformation into a god is all nonsense to him!
With the treasure mirror of Yin and Yang and infinite longevity, he can naturally safely step into the Yuanying and become a god.
As for those who cultivate demons, those who cultivate are neither humans nor ghosts. In the end, they are dominated by desires. How is that different from animals?
It is true that this Tyrant Demon Lord can indeed raise the monks' cultivation to the golden elixir stage through the method of initiation.
But there must be something fishy about the golden elixir period.
It's nothing more than having an unstable foundation or being manipulated by others, just like a monk's soul fire.
What is the use of such a golden elixir?
As for the Tyrant Demon Lord saying that he was Nascent Soul, Zheng Yi didn't take it to heart.
Now he is just a clone, or just distracted, so there is nothing to fear!
After sealing the secret with one hand, a black shadow rushed towards him and rushed in front of the Tyrant Demon Lord in almost a few breaths.
Tyrant Demon Lord frowned, is it that puppet again?
Damn it!
If it weren't for his true body not being here, otherwise as long as he had a thought, everyone on Tianshou Mountain would die!
"This body's flesh and blood is about to be consumed, and it cannot perform magic. We must take advantage of this opportunity to deal with this person, otherwise..."
His eyes were cold, and without any hesitation, he stepped on the air and rushed directly towards the approaching Xuan Ye.
As long as this golden elixir stage puppet is dismantled first, I want to see what else this human monk can do?
"Boom...!"
One Demon and One Puppet quickly approached, and the Tyrant Demon Lord punched out.
He is very confident that with his punch, not to mention this mere Jindan stage puppet, even a mountain can be destroyed by his punch!
At this time, Zheng Yi, who was not far away, saw the two approaching, and without any hesitation, he made a sudden gesture with his hands and pressed down.
"Boom...!!!"
Suddenly, there was a violent explosion from the puppet Xuan Ye, and his entire body instantly transformed into an extremely huge sea of fire and shock wave, shrouding the Tyrant Demon Lord in it.
Explode!
Under Zheng Yi's control, the puppet Xuan Ye exploded directly. A self-destruction equivalent to that of a Golden Core cultivator would be powerful enough to cause damage to a Nascent Soul cultivator.
not to mention.
Today's Tyrant Demon Lord is not the original body of the Nascent Soul stage, but just a clone.
Such a self-destruction almost covered most of Tianshou Mountain.
"Yeah! Father is so powerful!"
In the Lingxiao Palace, seeing that the Tyrant Demon Lord was enveloped by the self-destruction of Emperor Zhengyong's puppet and became silent, all the monks on the ground cheered.
Especially Princess Langhuan, she jumped up with excitement and looked at the sky excitedly.
The other monks were also shocked as they looked at the flames still burning in the air.
"I don't know if my father is injured?"
"Your Majesty is fighting with the enemy, and I can only watch... I am still too weak. If I could..."
"Emperor Zhengyong is too strong! Hurry, get out of here..."
"Tianshou Mountain has been blocked by the mountain protection formation, what should we do..."
Amidst the discussions in twos and threes, a figure slowly appeared from the fire cloud.
Tyrant Demon Lord!
He's not dead yet!
But that's about it.
The originally huge and burly body was now covered in blood and broken limbs, like a torn sack.
It looks extremely miserable!
Under such circumstances, his eyes were filled with murderous intent and violence.
"Damn! Damn you little bug! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"
He let out a furious cry, and his whole body suddenly exploded, turning into several pythons with swollen heads.
The strange thing is that after he transformed into a python, he did not kill Zheng Yi, but instead rushed towards the ground.
To be precise...it's the many monks in Lingxiao Palace.
"Oops!"
Seeing this, Zheng Yi's expression suddenly changed.
Oops!
This Tyrant Demon Lord wants to recover from his injuries by devouring flesh and blood. He must not be given this opportunity!
Without any hesitation, he rushed directly towards Lingxiao Palace.
"Boom!"
But, it's too late!
The fastest one, the giant bloody sarcoma python, had smashed its huge body hard on the Lingxiao Palace, and the huge palace was smashed into ruins.
At the same time, several figures of monks rushed out of the ruins in a panic.
Before they could rush too far, the bloody sarcoma python suddenly opened its mouth, and a suction force came from them. Their bodies flew backwards towards the python's mouth uncontrollably, and were swallowed directly by him. !
Not only this giant blood-colored sarcoma python, but also several other giant blood-colored sarcoma pythons have already hit Tianshou Mountain hard.
The hidden cultivators immediately dispersed like birds and animals and fled in all directions.
For a time, the entire Tianshou Mountain was in chaos, and monks screamed from time to time.
Seeing this, Zheng Yi didn't hesitate at all. He patted the storage bag with one hand and quickly made a seal with the other hand.
"Hoo ho ho...!"
Along with a whistling sound, a jade-white scroll actually rose up from behind Zheng Yi.
This scroll is about half a foot long, and is entirely jade-white. It depicts mountains, rivers, crops, fish, birds, animals, forests, and vegetation.
What's even weirder is that for some reason, these pictures seem to be reflected in water waves, which look extremely unreal, as if they are illusory.
This is... Qianhuan Glazed Painting!
With the injection of a large amount of mana, these thousands of illusory colored glaze paintings grew crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, it turned into a giant scroll that almost covered most of the sky!
Looking from a distance, it looks like a huge thundercloud.
After the foundation-building period of his cultivation, Zheng Yi became more and more skilled in controlling Qian Huan Glazed Painting.
On the ground, many casual cultivators, who were being chased by several bloody sarcoma pythons like bereaved dogs, were also looking at the sky in shock.
In that high and distant sky, huge thunderclouds are like heavy and mysterious air fortresses, slowly drifting in.
They enveloped Tianshou Mountain with great force. That day, Shoushan Mountain seemed to be tightly covered by a dark and gloomy curtain by an invisible big hand.
Thunderclouds rolled and surged above Tianshou Mountain, as if a group of violent giant beasts were displaying their majesty wantonly.
Layers of clouds, some steely gray, some nearly black, piled up and intertwined to form a chaotic yet awe-inspiring scene.
The originally towering, steep and majestic mountain peaks were now shrouded in huge thunderclouds, leaving only a vague outline, as if an ancient sculpture had been sealed in the shadow of time.
Occasionally, a few flashes of lightning appeared in the clouds, like tearing several ferocious cracks in this dull scene, accompanied by the low thunder, adding a bit of depression and shock.
This is the power of Qianhuan Glazed Painting.
As long as Zheng Yi is willing, he can use his illusion ability to transform any environment.
And under the power of the black clouds overwhelming the city, the bloody sarcoma pythons subconsciously looked up.
A hint of surprise appeared in several pairs of vertical pupils.
"This is... a spiritual treasure!"
"No! Even worse than Lingbao...how is that possible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Yi's figure was seen slowly drifting away from the thunder clouds, and his hands quickly made the seal.
For a moment, the endless thunderclouds spreading over Tianshou Mountain actually slowly came with a huge blast of wind!
"Boom!"
"Boom ho ho ho ho...!"
The strong wind swept across, and the monks who were fleeing on the ground had no time to react. They were swept up by the strong wind coming out of the Qianhuan Glazed Painting and poured into the thunder clouds!
Even the giant bloody sarcoma pythons were unable to control their bodies at this time. They were picked up by the strong wind and flew towards the thunderclouds in mid-air.
At this time, the Tyrant Demon Lord seemed to have accepted his fate.
Several pairs of bloodshot vertical pupils stared at Zheng Yi and said indifferently: "Emperor Dayu!"
"The domination of the Xuan Cang Realm by our demon world is the general trend of heaven and earth. It will not take more than a hundred years for our demon world to see that the passage between the two realms is completely opened."
"At that time, I will come to the Xuan Cang Realm in person and have a good time with you, hahaha...!"
Amidst the wild laughter, the Tyrant Demon Lord no longer controlled his body and allowed the strong wind in the Qian Huan Glazed Painting to suck him into the thunder clouds.
A few breaths later, under the thunder clouds and above Tianshou Mountain, only Zheng Yi was left, slowly floating in the air.
"Earth Demon Realm? Tyrant Demon Lord? Interesting..."
With a wave of his hand, the thunder clouds trembled again, and dozens of figures fell from the sky towards the ground.
It was the many monks who had just been sucked into Qianhuan Glazed Painting.
The difference is that Princess Yaochi, Princess Langhuan, Xu Fengxiong and others were lifted up by a breeze when they fell, and they were safe and sound.
The other casual cultivators fell from the air in a panic.
With a sharp mind, he quickly took out his flying magic weapon and floated in mid-air.
Some unlucky ones fell directly from the air, either dead or disabled.
Looking at the embarrassed group of casual cultivators, Zheng Yi's eyes flashed with indifference.
"Kneel down and beg for mercy, offer your soul fire."
"Otherwise...die!" (End of Chapter)