Chapter 194 Chapter 194 "Today I am not here to destroy the Immortal Clan..."

Facing the trap set by Sanqingtian outside the barrier, Jiuzhao did not show any panic.

She turned her gaze, slowly sweeping across the sky full of immortals and gods who were holding their breath and concentrating—

Among them, many faces were familiar to her and she could call out their names.

Many more have disappeared without a trace. It is unknown whether they perished in the battle between gods and demons, or whether they did not come today for some reason.

Fuxu, Southern God King Qiongying, her former "commanding immortal official" Zhu Yao, Night God Xihuan, God of Punishment Yishan...

These people used to be her partners, close friends, elders, and acquaintances, but now they have the same identity.

enemy.

On each of the faces with different appearances, there was a mixture of disgust, fear and hatred.

Jiu Zhao took them all in, and when his eyes accidentally touched the back of Fu Xu, he suddenly saw a tall figure.

It was Meng Chu.

He was wearing a silver helmet and holding a sword in one hand. His skin was darker and there was a sword scar running diagonally across the right corner of his lip.

He was completely different from the incompetent prince in Jiu Zhao's memory, and he looked full of murderous aura.

Only powerful or deeply trusted ministers can stand beside the God Emperor.

The fact that Meng Chu was able to occupy a seat shows that he has indeed turned over a new leaf over the years.

Jiu Zhao didn't greet him specifically, but just laughed very lightly.

He seemed to be mumbling to himself, but it was loud enough for the sharp-eared immortals nearby to hear: "You're doing pretty well."

It was hard to tell whether her tone was praise or ridicule, which made the expressions of several straightforward immortals even uglier.

Due to the suppression of Fuxu's imperial power, he did not shout or curse.

As the person involved, Meng Chu endured Jiu Zhao's lingering gaze, but did not look up to meet his gaze.

He tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. Compared to the man in immortal robes beside him who shared the same hatred for the enemy, his expression was completely opposite, calm and composed.

The other party pretended to be dead and didn't respond, Jiu Zhao suddenly felt bored.

Her footsteps left the ground and slowly floated into the air. Her peripheral vision finally cast a glance at the Western Divine King, who stood there with his head bowed and remained silent.

"No wonder you didn't react when I suggested infiltrating Erqingtian. It turns out there's such a grand 'welcome ceremony' waiting here.

"But it doesn't matter. At least I have paid off all the debts I owed."

Such a slow and leisurely tone.

Such a leisurely and relaxed posture.

It felt like being in your own backyard, enjoying the scenery and joking around, rather than being trapped in the center of a heavy killing array.

There is no need for big words, Jiu Zhao's every breath is a challenge to the rationality of all immortals.

Finally, Xi Huan couldn't hold back any longer. Without waiting for Fu Xu to give any orders, he pointed his sword at her and shouted:

"Demon Lord! Since there is no way to escape, why don't you surrender?"

The immortals’ cultivation is slow and arduous, and they need to go through countless tribulations before they can get a glimpse of the divine realm.

The demons are different. Although they have to endure the endless suffering of erosion by the fire of karma, they can more directly seize the power to destroy the world.

At this moment, the soul-devouring karma fire was surging wildly in Jiu Zhao's blood, and together with the abdomen that had been severely injured not long ago, it merged into a pain that felt like breaking bones and sucking marrow. The meridians in all his limbs and bones burst out with a purple-blue color, adding a bit of demonic charm to Jiu Zhao's beautiful face.

The red light in her pupils never faded, as if catalyzed by the pain, her fighting spirit grew increasingly fanatical.

"Fu Xu." She flew up to the young man's eye level, her voice clear and melodious, her smile blooming. "Tell me, should I surrender?"

A translucent defensive formation formed by green divine power stretched between the immortal soldiers and Jiu Zhao to prevent the latter from suddenly attacking.

The young man, who was addressed by his given name, became more reserved and his brows were calm.

"The Immortal Clan has its own way of entertaining guests. Since Ye Zun has come alone, he should stay and have a glass of wine."

"Three thousand years."

Jiu Zhao sighed, "Now that you've ascended the throne of the Divine Emperor, you've also learned the art of hypocrisy."

After sneering, her voice suddenly turned cold, "Drinking is good, but unfortunately - I never drink with losers!"

"presumptuous!"

Xi Huan was furious. "You're seriously injured and haven't recovered yet, yet you dare to be so arrogant?!"

Jiu Zhao said no more.

She stepped on the sea of ​​clouds and tapped her toes. The vast demonic energy immediately enveloped her whole body, turning into a meteor that tore through the sky and shot straight towards Fuxu!

Her position as crown prince had long been stripped away, and all her former glory and power had been sealed away.

Even the divine whip that accompanied her in her conquests and made the gods tremble had long been dormant under the forbidden seal.

For these three thousand years, she has been unarmed and alone.

It is still the same today.

With bare hands, he faced the sharp sword in Fuxu's hand that was sweeping across the world with its brilliant green light.

In a flash, the devilish aura and the divine magic collided violently!

Boom——!!

The overwhelming shock wave spread out in all directions with the two of them as the center. The defensive array set up by Fuxu in advance could only provide a little resistance. Wherever the huge force swept through, the immortal soldiers with lesser cultivation were blown away in an instant. The entire Sanqingtian seemed to groan and tremble under this blow.

Seeing this, the other generals immediately wanted to form a siege.

Jiu Zhao raised the corners of his lips in mockery again.

She stretched out her arms from under her wide sleeves, and raging fire rushed out from her body.

They seemed to have life, and their ends connected together, turning into a cold wall of fire that stretched from sky to earth, completely isolating her and Fuxu from the outside world.

Tongues of flames danced wildly, with the illusion of black lotus swaying and fluctuating among them, emitting a terrifying aura of burning everything. As soon as several immortal soldiers who rushed too far were touched by it, the power protecting their bodies shattered like paper - they were set on fire with screams, and turned into ashes in an instant!

The rest of the crowd retreated in horror, and could only watch as two figures within the wall of fire clashed frantically at a speed too fast for the naked eye to grasp. The divine light and demonic aura sometimes extinguished and sometimes bloomed. There should have been a roar that resounded through the sky, but now no sound could be heard.

"Why on earth have you come?"

Fuxu's inquiry still seemed calm amidst the fierce struggle.

Jiu Zhao spun around to avoid a gust of wind condensed from the sword's will, then slapped him with his backhand and fingers: "As you can see, I have resurrected Yingluo."

The magical light released by the sword and palm collided again. Fu Xu frowned and said, "Is it worth it for you to enter Sanqingtian alone just for him?"

"Of course it's not just for him."

At this moment when he could not be distracted, Jiu Zhao suddenly remembered for some reason the scene of a young man personally teaching physical skills a thousand years ago.

She was certain that with the power of true blood combined into one and the blessing of karma fire, no one in the world could match her.

In the current back and forth and mutual struggle, what Fuxu relies on is his familiarity with her.

A faint flash of nostalgia passed through her heart, her red eyes blazed, and her attack became more fierce:

"Fuxu, answer me! Back then, did you really believe that I was the one who killed the Father God?"

The young man fell silent.

The magic sword swung sideways, cutting through Jiu Zhao's evil aura attacking him.

At this moment, he seized the opportunity when Jiu Zhao made a mistake, and his sword energy was like a rainbow, piercing her abdomen where the wound had not yet healed.

However, it hesitated for a moment when it was about to touch the torn flesh, and was then blocked by the condensed protective magic breath, and a cluster of dazzling sparks exploded on both sides.

Sometimes, silence is a form of rejection.

Sometimes, silence is the answer.

Jiu Zhao keenly sensed his mercy, and his eyes darkened slightly as he continued, "Fuxu, if you still have some trust in me, then lead me to the Father's chamber. I'm not here to destroy the immortal race today—perhaps the truth behind my father's murder can also be revealed."

Fu Xu still didn't answer, but the moves in his hands changed slightly.

There is less killing and more defense and guidance.

The two men fought as they moved, and it seemed extremely fierce, but in fact they were slowly moving towards the highest place in Sanqingtian.

The immortals on the periphery were extremely anxious, but they could not break through the terrible barrier of karma fire for a while, so they could only follow closely.

…

Finally, passing the magnificent Ziwei Palace where the gods once gathered, Jiuzhao's vision came into view the majestic outline of the God Emperor's bedroom.

Only one step is left to summon the soul of the Father.

The moment the thought suddenly popped up in her mind, a red light flashed in Jiu Zhao's eyes - she deliberately exposed a flaw and took the non-fatal sword energy from Fu Xu. While blood splattered on her shoulder, she used the force to suddenly accelerate and approached Fu Xu silently like a ghost.

Clang!!

As he slapped the sword with all his strength, the young man's body shook violently and was knocked back. The divine light emitted from his body broke through the layers of magical barriers guarding the outside of the bedroom, and also knocked open the two heavy and magnificent palace doors. Demonic energy and strong winds rushed in.

"Imperial Throne!"

Screams rang out one after another.

It then changed its shape, isolating the karmic fire blocking the door from outside.

Jiu Zhao ignored the sorrowful and angry expressions of the immortals, and followed Fu Xu's retreating figure into the hall.

The bedroom is spacious, quiet and old.

Even though it has been swept spotlessly clean, it still radiates the desolation of having been uninhabited for a long time.

Fuxu fell to the ground, vomiting blood. He barely managed to stand up, and the chains made of Yin and Yang Fires went up along his ankles.

It was divided into five parts, which clasped his waist and limbs, lifted him up and tied him tightly to the wall beside the bed.

Fu Xu did not struggle, but looked up at her with a complicated and indecipherable look in his eyes.

Seeing this, the gods outside the fire of karma were extremely sad and angry, thinking that Jiu Zhao would start a massacre next. Their faces showed a bit of determination.

Jiu Zhao knew why Lan Qi was eager to take back the power of true blood.

Only the complete and highest-level Nirvana Phoenix Fire can devour the destructive power of the soul's self-explosion.

Noticing that some of them seemed to have such intentions, Jiu Zhao concealed the smile on his lips and warned in a cold voice:

"If you don't want me to 'kill the king' again, then put away your thoughts and stay here quietly!"