He paused abruptly after speaking, as if he could sense the presence of that damned thin barrel!

He sought knowledge overseas, but when he tried to grasp it more closely, it seemed he found nothing.

Damn it!

Wan Zhi looked down at the cultivators below and waved his hand, causing most of them to fall. Then he flew down and rushed towards the skeleton that had just finished cursing.

Shang Yanting instantly saw through his intention, "Stop him!"

The Demon Elder and True Monarch Baiyu reacted swiftly, lunging towards the skeleton. However, a surge of demonic power forcefully pushed them aside, and the skeleton fell into Wanzhi's hands.

Are bones unimportant to omniscience?

It would be strange if it weren't important.

While Wan Zhi is powerful now, this is not his strongest moment. In his prime, he could burn mountains and boil seas, his strength rivaling that of the Five Gods, so immensely powerful that even the Five Great Gods had to be wary of him.

To regain one's original strength, one must first restore one's body.

He seized the skeleton and, in full view of everyone, pulled his horrific body out of the porcelain vase. He then attached the skeleton directly to his own body, but the next moment, the skeleton shattered and fell off.

Fake!

Shang Yanting knew this was fake, because the real one was still with Little Raccoon;

The Demon Lord also knew it was fake, because he replaced the fake skeleton given to him by Shang Yanting with an even faker one.

What started as a game of deception between Shang Yanting and the Demon Elder turned out to be Wan Zhi, who was the one truly fooled. Wan Zhi then became even angrier.

"Attack the porcelain bottle he's hiding in!"

Shang Yanting suddenly shouted loudly, and together with Demon Elder and True Monarch Baiyu, they rushed forward.

However, none of them were his match.

Controlled by a pair of invisible hands, the demonic power within the Demon Elder began to be continuously absorbed by Wan Zhishuo before him. "Demon Elder, according to seniority, I am still your master, yet you dare to betray your master like this. Why don't you stand with your master?"

"Who are your disciples? You just want to make thousands of demonic cultivators cannon fodder on your path to cultivation."

Ever since I learned of his purpose, I have vowed to never let him succeed as long as I live.

At this moment, Bai Yu Zhenjun appeared from behind him. He took out a black longsword and slashed at the invisible pull between Mo Lao and Wan Zhi.

"Mako-sama!"

The Demon Elder looked at Bai Yu Zhenjun, and as he rushed towards him, he suddenly burst into tears.

"The porcelain that attacked him."

Bai Yu Zhenjun gripped his longsword and said.

wrong,

He is now filled with demonic energy and is no longer the venerable and immaculate old man, Bai Yu Zhenjun, but a demonic child who has inherited all the power of annihilation.

Bai Yu Zhenjun is an extremely powerful genius.

Although he hadn't been involved with demonic cultivation for long, his understanding of cultivation from his time as a martial arts practitioner allowed him to surpass others. Coupled with his profound cultivation level, he fought fiercely with Wan Zhi in the air.

"As expected of the Son of Annihilation, your talent is just like your father's."

Wan Zhi looked at the demon child before him with a touch of nostalgia, "I passed on the demonic cultivation methods to the Demon Elder. Ji Mie was the Demon Elder's personal disciple, and you are Ji Mie's child. In a way, you should call me Grandmaster."

He talks a lot of nonsense and loves to curry favor. Because of his words, everyone for miles around is his relative.

The raccoon, who had been quietly approaching and waiting for an opportunity, couldn't stand Wan Zhi's nonsense.

She seized the opportunity during the fight between Wan Zhi and the Demon Prince, removed her concealment talisman, and brandished her weapon. A Cleansing and Demon-Slaying Talisman instantly appeared, striking the container holding Wan Zhi's body directly.

The container immediately developed cracks, but at the moment of shattering, black magic brought the container back together.

Upon seeing the attacker, Wan Zhi clenched his teeth and yelled, "Thief, thief!"

If I'm discovered, I'll hide!

The raccoon flapped its wings and quickly created distance.

However, Wan Zhi hated her the most, so how could he let her escape? Countless illusory giant hands reached out to grab the raccoon, ignoring everyone else.

"careful!"

The demon charged towards her, and Shang Yanting drew her longsword and unleashed a powerful strike at the giant hand formed from demonic energy, severing it in two.

With the help of the two, Jia Xitong successfully drew a talisman and escaped.

The host is truly prescient. Perhaps it is because of the abuse he has inflicted on Wan Zhi in the past that Wan Zhi hates him to the point of being invincible.

If only I had known...

We should let him cover for a while while he's hiding his identity.

—Regarding the past oppression of Wanzhi, the raccoon remains unrepentant.

However, Jia Xitong's sudden appearance had aroused Wan Zhi. Since the fine bucket had disappeared, he would find its owner. Wan Zhi looked at Shang Yanting with a twisted smile.

The next second

All the giant hands in the air attacked Shang Yanting.

A powerful majesty, an all-knowing demonic eye. Black mist rose like the roar of ten thousand ghosts.

Jia Xitong wanted to help Shang Yanting, who was trapped in the black mist, but he shouted at her, "Don't show yourself!"

Yes.

If she reappears, no one will be able to save her.

Shang Yanting was trapped in the black mist, which was draining his spiritual energy. The Demon Prince and the Demon Elder rushed over but were immediately blasted away.

As Wan Zhi absorbed Shang Yanting's spiritual energy, he suddenly discovered a secret about Shang Yanting. He looked at him in surprise, "I never expected that you, Fellow Daoist Yan, would actually be..."

Before he could finish speaking, a piece of wood and an embroidered scroll suddenly appeared out of thin air.

This was thrown by Jia Xitong.

The first rule of fighting: if you really can't beat your master, then abandon him.

She admitted that doing so was particularly unethical and unbecoming of a proper apprentice, but she had no other choice.

Master, help me!

Jia Xitong shouted loudly in his heart, while on the other side, Wan Zhi suddenly opened his demonic eyes in the face of the sneak attack.

A golden light expanded the instant it sensed the demonic energy, and a phantom rose into the air from within it. Instantly, the darkness was dispelled, ushering in the light.

"The God of Talismans!"

Even from just the outline, Wan Zhi immediately recognized the owner of the outline.

The one who suppressed him for nearly ten thousand years and almost killed him! If his hatred for Xitong was second, then the God of Talismans was first!

Hatred, and fear!

He knew he was invincible against demonic and martial cultivators, but the sight of the God of Runes filled him with fear, making him want to flee.

Wan Zhi charged toward the light, intending to feint and then escape.

The attack struck the statue of the God of Runes, and its light dimmed slightly for a moment.

etc!

Wanzhi, who was about to escape, suddenly stopped, looked at the statue, and attacked it again.

The idol was hit again.

He still made no attack, merely like a defenseless phantom, and his light dimmed once more.

From fear to confidence, two completely different emotions shifted rapidly across Wan Zhi's face. He looked at the illusion of the God of Runes and laughed loudly, "God of Runes, oh God of Runes, I never thought you'd fallen to such a state!"