The spatial rift twisted and tore in front of Li Lingge. The moment he stepped out of the void, a rotten and fishy wind blew in his face.
There was a crisp sound under his feet. Looking down, he saw a piece of divine bone with a dark golden luster was crushed by him.
"Is this the ancient battlefield?"
Li Lingge struggled to stay awake, with golden and black lights flashing alternately in his pupils.
He looked up and saw the endless wasteland littered with corpses as huge as mountains.
Some of the divine corpses still maintained a fighting posture, with faint light of law flickering on the broken weapons in their hands.
There were even more entangled remains of gods and demons, with sharp claws piercing through the bodies of gods and swords nailing into the hearts of demons, as if time had frozen at this moment.
"Boy, welcome to the ancient battlefield."
Luo Hou's voice echoed in his mind, with twisted pleasure.
"Look at these so-called gods. How much they paid to dismember and suppress me back then."
Demonic energy suddenly surged, Li Lingge's left arm rose uncontrollably, and the Xuanyuan Sword automatically unsheathed.
Li Lingge tried hard to stay awake, but he was unable to control his body.
"W-What do you want to do?"
He was answered with a burst of crazy laughter, and his legs suddenly spread out, walking uncontrollably towards the depths of the battlefield.
With every step he took, tiny specks of blood-red light rose from the corpses on the ground and merged into the sword like fireflies.
After crossing a hill full of broken swords, the scene before him made Li Lingge's breath stop.
Twelve huge bronze pillars reaching from heaven to earth formed a circle, with rusty god-locking chains wrapped around the pillars.
A broken statue of god squatted on the top of each column, and they all gazed at the altar in the center which was made of bones.
On the altar, a body that had been cut into pieces was slowly wriggling.
Ink-black demonic blood oozed out from the cross-section, outlining a complex array pattern on the surface of the altar.
Li Lingge's stomach twitched. The cross-sections of the broken limbs and arms matched perfectly with the edge of the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand.
"It looks familiar, doesn't it?" Luo Hou's voice suddenly became gentle and terrifying. "It was this sword that dismembered and suppressed me back then, but now, it will help me reassemble my demonic body."
"No--"
Li Lingge's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and a roar came out from between his teeth.
When the tip of the sword was three inches away from the center of the altar, the entire ancient battlefield suddenly fell silent.
The wind died down, and even the bone powder floating in the air froze.
The next second, the twelve demon-suppressing pillars simultaneously emitted a deafening cracking sound, and the demon-locking chains on the pillars broke into pieces.
"Now, complete your mission."
Luohou's laughter was like millions of poisonous bees buzzing in the head.
Li Lingge watched helplessly as his hand thrust the Xuanyuan Sword fiercely into the center of the altar.
The moment the sword sank into the bones, a circle of blood-red ripples exploded, and the space twisted and shattered wherever it passed.
The piles of corpses suddenly twitched violently, and countless blood lines were drawn out from the remains of gods and demons, forming a huge wave of blood in the air and rushing towards the altar.
"I see!"
Li Lingge's pupils contracted violently, and he finally understood the true purpose of the bloody evil energy swallowed by the Xuanyuan Sword.
The inside of the sword is basically a blood pool, and at this moment it is madly injecting the bloody evil energy that has accumulated for several years into the altar.
The fragments of the demon's body on the altar began to wriggle, and when the body was completely reassembled, the sky over the entire battlefield suddenly darkened.
A chaotic vortex with a diameter of a thousand feet formed above the altar, with lightning and thunder, and countless demonic figures could be vaguely seen kneeling.
"No!"
Li Lingge suddenly regained control of his body and rushed towards the hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword like a madman.
Just as his fingers were about to touch, an invisible force pushed him away.
He rolled down the altar steps and only stopped after smashing the remains of three gods.
When he got up coughing up blood, he saw that the demon body on the altar was intact, with only the Xuanyuan Sword stuck in its heart.
The body began to swell, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the skin, spewing out sticky chaotic demonic energy.
When his height exceeded ten feet, the Xuanyuan Sword that was inserted into his heart was shaken out and landed in front of Li Lingge.
Li Lingge raised the Xuanyuan Sword in disbelief. The sword was now as light as a feather, and all the bloody energy had been exhausted.
Without hesitation, he mobilized all his divine power, the sword tip glowed with dazzling golden light, and he slashed out with shocking sword energy towards the awakening figure in the center of the altar!
boom--
The sword energy hit the invisible barrier three feet away from the demon's body, and dense scriptures emerged in the exploding golden light.
These sealing characters written with the blood of the gods have now become a shield to protect the Demon Ancestor.
What's even more terrifying is that the dissipated sword energy was absorbed by the altar, which instead accelerated the growth of flesh and blood on the demon's face. Skin was emerging on the towering cheekbones, and the corners of the mouth that were cracked to the ears were slowly rising.
"It's useless, kid."
The sound in the void already carried a vibration of substance.
"This altar is a two-way seal. When filled with bloody evil energy, external attacks will only be transformed into the power of resurgence."
Li Lingge swung his sword continuously in disbelief, and seventy-two sword energies formed a strangling formation.
However, every blow turned into blood mist after touching the barrier and was greedily inhaled by the demon's nostrils.
When the last ray of golden light dissipated, the figure on the altar finally opened his eyes.
They were two rotating whirlpools of chaos, and deep in their pupils danced black flames that could burn the world.
"It's been a long time since I last saw this body."
Luohou slowly raised his left hand, opened and clenched his five fingers, and the movement of each joint caused the space to tremble.
He looked down at the healing sword wound on his heart, where the aura of the Xuanyuan Sword still lingered.
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