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Chapter 65 Bloodstained Buzhou
Chapter 65 Bloodstained Buzhou
The netherworld has no record of years, and the underworld has already begun to take shape.
With the establishment of the Great Emperor Xiadu's rank, the Asura demon race's foundation in the underworld became increasingly solid. Along the banks of the rolling Yellow Springs, ghost cities rose from the ground, and Asura soldiers patrolled all directions, guiding the remnant souls and true spirits of countless fallen beings into them.
Inside the Kunpeng Palace in the Northern Sea, Kunpeng still kept his eyes closed and the curtains drawn.
He could clearly feel an extremely yin and pure nether energy, like thousands of streams converging into the sea, crossing the barrier of the void and continuously flowing into his body.
And within that fortune, there are also countless threads of invaluable unseen virtue.
These unseen virtues merged with the golden wheel of merit behind his head, which resembled a great purple-gold sun, making that precious light even more refined. Every time he breathed in and out, that light of merit would cleanse his primordial spirit, allowing his foundation for attaining the Dao through the laws to become so perfect that even sages would take notice.
"The tunnel is taking shape; we just need to wait for the right opportunity."
Kunpeng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of void, looking towards the chaotic primordial continent.
"The malevolent energy of this great calamity is growing stronger and stronger."
At this time, the primordial continent was already shrouded in gloom and despair.
Since the saints returned to their positions, the order of heaven has been restored. However, the conflict between the witch and demon races has not eased with the appearance of the saints. On the contrary, the pressure from the "Grandma" above them has made them more impatient and frantic.
Especially the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.
Di Jun and Tai Yi absorbed the legacy of the former Eastern King Duke's Celestial Court and recruited countless powerful rogue cultivators. For a time, the Heavenly Court was strong and prosperous, and its fortune soared.
In contrast, the Wu tribe, although still physically powerful, is facing the greatest crisis since its founding.
After the ancestral witch of the earth was reborn, she was no longer the ancestral witch.
This not only means that the Witch Clan has lost a top-tier Quasi-Saint, but also that the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation," which was powerful enough to threaten the Heavenly Dao and even rival the Saints, is now missing a piece and is no longer complete!
"Without Houtu, the Wu tribe is nothing but a bunch of brute beasts with only brute strength!"
Above the Lingxiao Palace, Donghuang Taiyi coldly struck the Chaos Bell in his hand.
The bell tolled loudly, carrying with it an impatient killing intent.
"Brother, the time has come. Now that the Witch Clan's great formation has been broken, we should seize the opportunity to rise up, completely flatten Mount Buzhou, and establish the immortal hegemony of our Heavenly Court!"
Di Jun sat upright on the imperial throne, his eyes, which contained the true fire of the great sun, also flashing with the light of ambition.
"Granted! Issue the decree of the Heavenly Emperor, ordering the Ten Demon Saints to march forth and strike directly at the heart of the Witch Clan!"
On this day, the world lost its color, and demonic clouds covered the sky.
The ten Heavenly Court Demon Saints—Bai Ze, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian, Jiu Ying, Shang Yang, Qin Yuan, Ci Tie, Bi Fang, and Gui Che—are all peerless demons who have reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm or even the half-step Quasi-Saint realm.
Leading hundreds of millions of elite demon soldiers, they swept down from the Thirty-Third Heaven like a black hurricane that engulfed the world.
Their target was not the Pangu Temple where Dijiang was located.
It was the Houtu tribe!
At this time, the Houtu tribe had lost the presence of the Ancestral Witch, and only a few top shamans such as Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng were left to lead the tribe.
Although these great witches possessed formidable fighting power, they appeared somewhat overwhelmed in the face of the ten well-prepared demon saints.
"kill-!!!"
The demon saint Ji Meng made the first move.
He manifested a terrifying form with a dragon's head and a human body, covered in blue scales, and spewed out a vast stream of Nine Heavens Sunflower Water.
This water is no ordinary water; it is a divine innate water that can dissolve metal and stone and corrode the primordial spirit.
In an instant, the vast plain where the Houtu tribe was located was transformed into a sea of poison. Countless lesser shamans with shallow cultivation were swept into the poisonous water before they could even react, turning into a pool of withered bones.
"You hairy beast! How dare you—!!!"
A deafening roar echoed from the depths of the tribe.
The great shaman Xing Tian was shirtless, wielding a giant axe and halberd, his feet planted firmly on the ground, his eyes blazing with fire.
He leaped ten thousand feet into the air, his Qi Axe flashing with a cold light capable of slicing through space, and slashed fiercely at Ji Meng in the clouds.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"
Demon Saint Yingzhao snorted coldly.
He revealed his bizarre form: a horse's body with tiger stripes and bird wings. With a flap of his wings, countless golden wind blades roared out, colliding with Xing Tian's axe blade and unleashing a deafening roar.
However, this is just the beginning.
The Ten Demon Saints were well-versed in the art of combined attacks.
The Nine-Headed Serpent spews ice and fire, the Shang Yang manipulates the rain, and the Bi Fang ignites divine fire.
Ten distinct laws of power intertwine on the battlefield.
The demon race was no longer as scattered as before. Under Bai Ze's command, they advanced and retreated in a well-organized manner, forming a small star formation. Each wave of attacks precisely targeted the weak points in the witch race's defenses.
This was a one-sided massacre!
Although the Houtu tribe was highly motivated to fight, without the blessing of the Ancestral Witch's laws, their physical defenses were no longer invincible under the targeted bombardment of spiritual treasures.
"Pfft—"
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The great shaman Xiangliu was bitten by all nine heads of the ghost chariot, and the venom instantly entered his heart. The huge snake body collapsed with a wail.
"Big sister!!!"
Nine Phoenix screamed and rushed forward, but was blasted backward by Nine Infants' Ice and Fire Divine Thunder, spitting blood.
In a short time, the Houtu tribe was covered in blood, and millions of Wu tribe warriors fell in pools of blood.
The overwhelming stench of blood and the resentment and unwillingness of the fallen witch clan even alarmed Nuwa, who was in seclusion in the chaos.
Although Nuwa cared deeply for the demon race, seeing the Asura race, created by the human race's master, busy underground, and witnessing the bloody scene on the ground, she sighed slightly and closed her eyes.
"You demons—you're courting death!"
Just as the demon saint Ci Tie opened his giant maw, preparing to swallow a heavily injured great witch whole.
"Boom—!!!"
The entire primordial land suddenly trembled violently.
The originally stable space was violently torn open from the middle like a piece of fragile paper, creating a hideous rift that stretched for millions of miles!
A violent, ancient, and terrifying aura, powerful enough to suppress the entire universe, poured out from the crack.
"You scoundrels! How dare you kill my people! I will annihilate you completely!!!"
A furious roar nearly shattered the eardrums of the demon saints present.
Nine towering figures, as majestic as mountains, stepped out from the crack.
The leader, Dijiang, had six legs and four wings. The laws of space around him condensed into tangible blades. With just a flash, he cut the tens of thousands of demon soldiers who were besieging Xingtian into mincemeat.
Zhu Rong's flames blazed brightly, turning all the demons in his path to ashes.
Gonggong flooded the sky, forcibly reversing the flow of Ji Meng's sunflower water.
The other ancestral witches also had bloodshot eyes. Looking at the devastated Houtu tribe and the corpses of their once-familiar descendants lying in the wilderness, their anger completely consumed their reason.
"The Ancestral Witch is here! Retreat!"
Bai Ze's expression changed drastically, and he shouted urgently.
Although he was shrewd and calculating, he underestimated the speed of the Ancestral Witches' rescue, and even more so, he underestimated the sensitivity of the Ancestral Witches after Houtu's departure.
However, coming here was easy, but leaving is difficult!
"Leave? None of you are leaving today!"
Zhu Jiuyin opened and closed his eyes, and the law of time instantly enveloped an area of millions of miles.
At this moment, all the demons' movements became incredibly slow, as if they were stuck in a sticky swamp.
"kill!"
Just as the Ancestral Witches were preparing to unleash a massacre and annihilate the Ten Demon Saints in one fell swoop.
"Thump—!!!"
A melodious and grand bell tolled, carrying boundless imperial majesty, descending from the heavens.
Wherever the bell rang, Zhu Jiuyin's time confinement was instantly broken.
In the void, a golden sun slowly rose.
At the core of the sun, a small bell of chaotic color floated leisurely, releasing the immense power to suppress all the primordial heavens.
Donghuang Taiyi, holding the Chaos Bell, had a face as cold as frost.
Beside him, the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun stood with the Hetu Luoshu above his head and the golden bridge of starlight beneath his feet, with the phantoms of billions of stars appearing behind him, as if the Lord of the Universe had descended to the mortal world.
"My ancestral witches, this battle has only just begun, why be so enraged?"
Di Jun spoke calmly, unfurling the Hetu and Luoshu in his hand, gathering the power of the stars in the heavens.
Although Houtu was not present, making it impossible to form a complete Heavenly Array, the balance of the battle shifted once again in the face of the presence of the two Heavenly Emperors, along with the ten Demon Saints and supreme treasures.
Two of the most powerful forces in the primordial world officially confronted each other on the ruins of the Houtu tribe.