On the Demon Sea, there were endless sounds of thunder, rain, roars, screams, and the clashing of swords.
This is the third day since the seal of the Demon Sea was lifted, and the battle has been going on for three days. At this time, everyone is obviously showing signs of fatigue, but both sides are still holding on.
Bang--
This was the loudest noise since the beginning of the war. As the aftermath spread, those with lower cultivation levels fell to the ground, while those with better cultivation levels were barely holding on, but blood was still flowing from their ears.
During the battle, everyone stopped fighting and looked towards the source of the sound. That was the center of the battlefield, where the Demon Lord, the Young Master of the Demon Clan, the Lord of the Ghost Realm, and the King of the Monster Clan were fighting. That was the place that everyone had subconsciously stayed away from for the past three days.
Because if you get too close, you will most likely be affected by the deadly moves that overflow from their fight. Fortunately, when the war started three days ago, the four Taoist Lords of Dongchuan, Nanchuan, Xichuan and Beichuan joined forces to set up a powerful barrier in the center of the battlefield.
The barrier only allows entry but not exit, which traps the few people within a certain range, while also protecting the monks with low cultivation levels around them.
Five hundred years ago, the immortal cultivation world suffered not only the loss of the great masters, but also hundreds of thousands of cultivators at the middle and lower levels of cultivation. Later, when the various sects of the immortal cultivation world held a joint meeting, they decided on this set of methods: simple and crude, but very effective.
However, when everyone looked towards the center of the battlefield, the barrier had been broken, and the scene inside the barrier appeared clearly in front of everyone.
In the rain, the Demon Lord wearing black armor and an ink-colored mask was suspended in mid-air. His body exuded thick demonic energy visible to the naked eye, and his chest was pierced by a bone sword. The owner of the bone sword was the Lord of the Ghost World.
The Lord of the Ghost Realm also had his belly pierced by a giant red sword. Strangely, the Lord of the Ghost Realm's figure quickly turned into bones and dispersed, and then he appeared three meters away from the Demon Lord. His face was a little pale, but there was no wound on his belly.
The Lord of the Ghost Realm simply raised his hand slightly, and the bone sword that was inserted into the Demon Lord's chest flew out. When it flew into the hands of the Lord of the Ghost Realm, the bone sword had turned into a bone fan.
Everyone knows that the stronger the demon's cultivation, the faster and more powerful their self-healing ability. But this time, the pierced chest of the Demon Lord did not heal. Thick black demonic blood and demonic energy continued to flow out of his chest...
After a few breaths, the Demon Lord who was hanging in the air fell heavily to the ground as if he had lost his cultivation in an instant. When he was about to hit the ground, he was able to adjust his posture to land steadily so as not to lie flat on the ground and lose the dignity of being a demon.
As they looked down, they noticed the young master of the demon clan and the king of the monster clan standing on the ground. Their faces were not very good and they looked a little embarrassed. Now, just like them, they looked at the demon lord with cold expressions.
Then everyone saw the four people speaking, but no one knew whether it was because the rain was too loud or they did it on purpose, so no one could hear what they were saying.
Just at this moment, a fuzzy wall of air rose again. It turned out that Dongnanxibeichuan Daojun, who had suffered most of the damage, was struggling to set up the barrier again, but this time the barrier was not as strong as before.
Taking advantage of this period of time, everyone got some time to catch their breath. At this time, the shouting and killing started again, and no one had the energy to pay attention to the situation over there.
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Inside the barrier, Wu Pin, who was originally standing, knelt on one knee on the ground. He prodded the ground with his sword in his right hand and covered the wound on his chest with his left hand.
"How could this happen?" Wu Pin murmured. Even though his expression couldn't be seen because he was wearing a mask, one could still hear his surprise from his tone.
"How did you manage to survive for five hundred years without killing a demon whose head and body were separated?"
Mo Li's gaze stayed on Wu Pin's chest for a while before he moved his gaze to Xiao Changhen.
During these three days, no matter how much he injured Wu Pin, Wu Pin's body would heal quickly. Even if he tore off one of Wu Pin's arms and burned it with karma fire, Wu Pin would immediately grow a new arm, and even the black armor on his body returned to its original state.
Although the demons' healing abilities are strong, they are not to such a perverted level.
"Is it related to your weapon?" Song Yu quickly put a talisman on himself, and after feeling the internal injuries on his body relieved instantly, he also joined the conversation.
Xiao Changhen's weapon usually takes the form of a fan, but it can be transformed into any kind of weapon, such as a knife, sword, stick, spear, whip, etc. It is an excellent magic weapon, but they can see that the material of this magic weapon is bone, human bone.
"Heh, the only one who can inflict fatal damage to him now is me."
Xiao Changhen glanced at Mo Li and Song Yu indifferently without explaining anything further. He looked at the white hair on his chest stained with blood, and his handsome brows frowned impatiently.
"Why?"
In this battle, the ghost world and the demon world could barely be considered to be in a cooperative relationship, so even though Song Yu could see that Xiao Changhen was not in a very good mood, he still couldn't help but ask curiously.
At this moment, Wu Pin, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground, stood up with the Flame-Eating Sword and took off the ink-colored mask on his face.
"This!" Song Yu was shocked at first, his eyes constantly moving between the faces of Wu Pin and Xiao Changhen.
Mo Li did the same, then frowned and began to think.
Under the mask, Wu Pin's face was eighty percent similar to Xiao Changhen's, except that Wu Pin had demon horns on his head, demon patterns on his face, black hair, and red eyes, a unique color for demons.
"Oh, if I hadn't sensed the blood of the Demon Clan's royal family in you, I would have thought..." Mo Li fixed his gaze on Xiao Changhen, smiling maliciously and ostentatiously, "I suspect that this half-demon, Wu Pin, is the child of you and some Demon Clan woman."
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