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"Magic, this is the aura of magic," Elder Wen's eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.
"Run, hurry up, quickly tell the Sect Master," Elder Li said, trembling with fear.
"Hehe, want to leave? It's too late now," Liu Bei said with a cruel smile.
Sure enough, a loud laugh echoed in the air. "Haha, today is the day of my Holy Ancestor's emergence; let me celebrate with the blood of you four humans!"
Before the words finished, a rumbling sound suddenly came from above the four.
Elder Zhang and the others showed expressions of shock as they looked up, only to see a giant hand coming down fiercely, followed by a series of explosive sounds that were terrifying.
"Rumbling!"
"Run."
Without any hesitation, the three Zhangs transformed into three streaks of light and fled in different directions.
"Hehe, do you think you ants can escape from my Holy Ancestor's grasp?" Xuan Luo's sinister laughter echoed in the air.
In an instant, the giant hand surged violently and waved gently at the three streaks of light. Five bolts of lightning-like brilliance streaked across the sky.
Accompanied by five screams, the bodies of Elder Zhang and his companions turned into mush as they rushed forward.
"Eh." A strange sound suddenly came from Xuan Luo in the air, and then a black figure swept through the sky, revealing a middle-aged man three meters tall, his body as black as iron.
He had hair like flames, standing upright like sharp swords dancing wildly in the wind, as if a demon had descended. His eyes were dark and bright like sapphires—deep and sharp. The gaze directed at Liu Bei was dazzlingly bright, like a cold sword piercing Liu Bei's eye sockets.
Liu Bei let out a terrible scream as blood gushed from his eyes.
"Did you release my Holy Ancestor?" Xuan Luo's gaze struck Liu Bei like lightning, as if he wanted to tear him apart.
"Yes..." Liu Bei suddenly realized that under the gaze of Xuan Luo, he was unable to move even a fraction, as if an invisible force was binding him. Looking at Xuan Luo's bright and piercing gaze, he felt an extreme sense of fear.
"Very well, from now on, you shall be the first Moro under my command, Holy Ancestor." Xuan Luo said proudly, extending a finger as white as jade and touching Liu Bei's forehead. Instantly, a red light entered his brow, and Liu Bei trembled; his fearful eyes turned blood red, and the look he directed at Xuan Luo transformed from fear to reverence.
"Moro Liu Bei pays respects to the supreme Holy Ancestor." Liu Bei knelt on one knee, his body straightened, with a solemn expression as if he were greeting his king.
"Mm." Xuan Luo nodded, his bright gaze sweeping around before asking, "I, Holy Ancestor, ask you: do you know of anyone with the Qilin Bloodline?" Although his voice was calm, it carried an overwhelming authority that made Liu Bei dare not resist.
"Reporting to you, Holy Ancestor, the Qilin Family is far away in Zhongzhou and has been reclusive for many years." Liu Bei replied respectfully.
"Zhongzhou? Where is that?" Upon hearing this, Xuan Luo's eyes sparkled with intensity as he asked gravely.
"In..." Liu Bei was about to respond when suddenly he felt a jolt as a massive soul invaded his Sea of Consciousness, causing him to lose his autonomy.
"Hehe, Five Great True Spirit Families, did you not expect this Holy Ancestor to emerge?" Xuan Luo chuckled darkly but then paused, thinking: "My strength has not yet recovered to its peak state; it is unwise to confront the True Spirit Family now."
As one of the Demon Realm's Four Great Saints, Xuan Luo quickly decided to first regain his strength and then establish his own power.
"Demon-Human Battlefield, I must head there immediately to restore my strength." The gaze of Xuan Luo Holy Ancestor flickered uncertainly. He had been trapped on the Demon Summoning Altar for thousands of years, and his power had significantly diminished. At this moment, he was only slightly stronger than a Transcendent Realm Expert. If discovered by a Human Race Expert, he could very well perish. Therefore, what he needed to do now was recover his strength.
Having thought this through, Xuan Luo Holy Ancestor said to Liu Bei: "Listen carefully; I command you to establish a force here for my use. When I achieve my goals, I will make you a Demon Lord."
"Your subordinate obeys." Liu Bei replied with utmost respect.
"Remember, you must act in secret and not let humans detect your aura; otherwise, even I, Holy Ancestor, cannot protect you." Xuan Luo said with some concern.
With that, he transformed into a streak of dazzling light and vanished into the void.
"Hehe, such powerful strength." Liu Bei slowly rose; his body immediately emitted cracking sounds. Then a black mist enveloped him and transformed into black smoke before disappearing without a trace.
Everything has returned to calm!
At the Kaiyang Sect, thick smoke billowed, corpses lay everywhere, and the ground was stained with blood, all signs indicating that this place had once suffered a catastrophic battle.
Looking at everything before him, Wang Yi's handsome face twisted in anger, his eyes filled with killing intent. His expression was terrifyingly dark, and an overwhelming aura of murderous energy emanated from him, instantly enveloping the area within a hundred feet in a dense atmosphere of death, thick as an ocean. No Profound Realm Warrior could survive under such a suffocating pressure.
Kill, desire to tear apart!
"Ah!"
A roar that pierced the heavens erupted from Wang Yi's mouth, and the hot air immediately turned icy as if frost had settled.
"Meng Hang, I, Wang Yi, will never let the Kaiyang Sect perish; I vow not to be a mere human." Wang Yi shouted in rage.
With that, Wang Yi transformed into a streak of light and headed towards Xiangcheng.
However, he found nothing because the Zhao Family had secretly left Xiangcheng upon learning that the Canglan Sect had issued a kill order.
"Hopefully, Xue Er has not fallen victim to the Canglan Sect's pursuit." Wang Yi stood in the void, his Soul Power spreading infinitely, yet he could not find any trace of Zhao Ruixue.
Gazing at the clear sky, Wang Yi remained silent for a moment before vanishing into thin air.
In the next instant, he appeared deep within the Fire Spirit Mountain Range.
Surveying his surroundings, which were silent and deserted, Wang Yi took out Xu He's Storage Ring. Inside were seven hundred thousand High-Quality Origin Stones, three bottles of Yuanchen Pills, and one bottle of Azure Blossom Pills. However, what truly caught his attention was the Life and Death Talisman.
The Life and Death Talisman was an evil talisman technique that could be implanted into a cultivator's body to control their life. However, the person being implanted must do so willingly; otherwise, if forced upon them, the one who attempted to implant it would suffer backlash.
"Life and Death Talisman." Wang Yi pondered for a moment before putting away the Storage Ring; perhaps there would come a time when this Life and Death Talisman would be useful.
Wang Yi glanced around and sat cross-legged on the ground, his Vital Energy spreading out as he began to absorb the fire attribute Primordial Energy from the air.
It should be noted that the Fire Spirit Mountain Range has its name for a reason; the Fire Elemental Power here is extremely dense. Although Wang Yi did not know if this Fire Elemental Power could awaken the Fire Spirit, he had to give it a try.
"Absorb!"
At that moment, the Fire Elemental Power within a radius of several hundred meters surged violently, like a raging river, converging around Wang Yi's body as if he were a whale swallowing seawater.
The ground changed color, and the momentum was astonishing.
In an instant, the massive Fire Elemental Power was gathered around Wang Yi, forming a giant vortex that then flowed into his body.
These Fire Elemental Powers were refined by Wang Yi and merged into the weak soul of the Fire Spirit.
It was unclear how much time had passed, but when Wang Yi could no longer feel the presence of the Fire Elemental Power, he awakened from his cultivation. Looking around, he was immediately stunned.
He saw that the originally fiery red trees around him had all died, turning into dry branches, and there was not a single flower or grass on the ground.
Shaking his head, Wang Yi's soul merged into the Sea of Consciousness. He noticed that although the Fire Spirit's soul had brightened somewhat, there were no signs of awakening. He felt slightly surprised; it seemed that the Fire Spirit needed far more Fire Elemental Power than he had anticipated.
After pondering for a moment, Wang Yi transformed into a red streak of light and left this place.
In the void, Wang Yi moved rapidly, his speed reaching its peak.
His destination was outside Song Kingdom, heading towards Transverse Mountain Range.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of Wang Yi.
"Wang Yi, stop right there!"
A cold voice suddenly came from ahead.
"Bilian." Wang Yi looked at the person in front of him, of medium height, dressed in a black robe, with a face like old tree bark. Wang Yi was taken aback, then calmly said, "Senior, may I ask what you need from me?" However, his heart was stirred with waves of shock; despite his Soul Power being comparable to Breakthrough Eighth Layer, he could not discern Bilian's realm.
Standing before him, Wang Yi felt no trace of Primordial Energy fluctuations, as if he were facing a frail old man. Yet, Wang Yi could see a terrifying aura in his eyes. If Canglan Sect's Xu He was a ruthless beast, then Bilian was an ancient giant beast—standing still, yet exuding a presence capable of sweeping everything away.
"Hehe, Wang Yi, I know that your sect, Kaiyang Sect, has been destroyed by that old scoundrel Meng Hang. Your wife has also gone far away. Right now, you must be itching to kill Meng Hang and destroy Canglan Sect!" Bilian chuckled darkly. When he mentioned Meng Hang's name, a glint of killing intent flashed in his deep gaze.
"And if so?" Wang Yi replied indifferently.
"How about we cooperate?" Bilian said coldly. "I have a life-and-death feud with that old scoundrel Meng Hang; I want nothing more than to kill him quickly and devour his flesh and drain his blood." At this point, Bilian's eyes were filled with murderous intent. "If it weren't for him back then, I wouldn't have fallen to such a state."
"Who exactly are you?" Wang Yi asked with raised eyebrows.
"I am Lian Bi," Bilian revealed a sinister smile. "You should have heard of my name."
"You are Death God Lian Bi, one of the Top Ten Powerhouses of Song Kingdom?" Upon hearing this, a look of surprise finally appeared on Wang Yi's face. It is known that Death God Lian Bi was an unparalleled powerhouse who had made a name for himself in the Song Dynasty for over a hundred years, possessing Transformation Realm cultivation with few rivals. However, he had suddenly disappeared fifty years ago, and there had been no news of him since; many believed he had died.
"Correct." Seeing the surprise on Wang Yi's face, Lian Bi's withered face showed a hint of pride. Then his expression turned nostalgic as he slowly said, "Fifty years ago, I accidentally obtained a treasure map with Meng Hang, Zhao Kuangyin, and Yang Xuan. We searched diligently and finally discovered that the treasure was located in the Killing Fields."
"We four came to the Killing Fields together and entered the treasure site. Who would have thought that this treasure site was actually the tomb of a Glimpse of the Nirvana Realm Expert? In the tomb, we found a glimpse Nedan. Unexpectedly, Meng Hang and Zhao Kuangyin joined forces and took advantage of our unguarded moment to severely injure me and Yang Xuan with Heart-Eating Insects. In the end, Yang Xuan and I fought desperately and managed to escape separately." At this point, Lian Bi's expression darkened to the extreme, his eyes filled with killing intent.
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