Sword energy crisscrossed, and the remains of demons lay scattered.
This is a battlefield of carnage for the demon race, littered with demon corpses. Wolves, insects, tigers, leopards, deer, roe deer, foxes, badgers, lions, elephants, lions, apes, bears, deer, wild boars, mountain goats, antelopes, blue oxen, cunning tigers, turtles, soft-shelled turtles, eagles, roc birds, storks, cranes... all kinds of demons, as tall as the mountains, are countless, all lying dead here, turning this place into a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Clang~
These secret realms of heaven and earth are filled with surging resentment and overwhelming malevolent energy. At the slightest disturbance, corpses will revive and display great terror. However, at this moment, the secret realm is in turmoil, and the hundreds of revived demon corpses have not yet caused any great disturbance before they have all been suppressed and killed.
When the mountain of corpses ceased to produce any more strange occurrences and the sea of blood became completely calm, a whirlpool appeared in the sea. The whirlpool grew larger and larger, eventually revealing the terrifying seabed still covered with corpses.
Amidst the sea of white bones and corpses, a majestic nine-cornered, twelve-tiered ancient pagoda stood tall, its aura vast and boundless, as if it had existed since ancient times. At this moment, seemingly drawn by some inexplicable force, the ancient pagoda trembled slightly and slowly rose.
This tower seems to be the core of this secret realm. Just by moving it, it caused the sea of blood to surge and the waves to rise. The mountains formed by the piles of demon corpses also trembled. With a roar, the mountains collapsed and crumbled one after another.
One wisp after another, one after another, thousands upon thousands of strands of demonic energy soared into the sky, as powerful as a tiger and as agile as a dragon, making this Asura Secret Realm appear magnificent and extraordinary, like the abode of immortals and saints.
However, this aura vanished completely as the ancient tower rose into the sky above the secret realm. All the countless streams of essence extracted from the corpses of demons disappeared into the ancient tower and were never seen again.
On the contrary, the ancient and majestic tower was suddenly bathed in a myriad of rays of light and auspicious clouds, sacred and glorious. The surging celestial light illuminated the secret realm, and amidst the rolling red rainbows and swirling purple mist, it seemed as if an invisible divine being was wielding ink on the tower's luminous walls.
A full 108 immortal swords crisscrossed the scene, and images of demons being beheaded appeared. Killing intent lingered, and sword energy soared into the sky, directly dispersing the auspicious glow and revealing only a majestic ancient tower with a chilling sword aura and sharp, sky-piercing spirit.
Just as the auspicious celestial energy dissipated, the ancient tower, which seemed to have been nurtured by the corpses of countless demons, gently spun around, and an invisible aura burst forth. Instantly, the sword lights that had just easily suppressed the corpses that had revived this secret realm came from all directions, and one after another, ancient swords were thrown into the ancient tower.
boom--
Everything was different. This ancient tower, which already exuded extraordinary divine power, seemed to have come to life. All 108 carvings, which were already imposing and menacing, started to move.
Suddenly, monkeys howled, whales roared, snakes hissed, and mastiffs bellowed... The demons in the carving seemed to come alive, trying to rush out of the painting.
But the next moment, a clear, phoenix-like cry echoed through this secret realm. The roars of hundreds of demons were instantly suppressed, leaving only the sound of swords chirping.
As if the time had come, a surging devouring power arose from the bottom of the ancient tower, and the entire secret realm began to tremble once again. The remaining corpse mountain collapsed one after another, and the remaining essence poured into the blood sea, which then rose and was completely swallowed by the ancient tower.
The heavens and earth trembled, the four poles collapsed, the sea of blood dried up, and the mountains were annihilated. This place was in a state of complete upheaval, even more terrifying than the scene just now.
Click!
A pitch-black crack, stretching for countless miles, appeared in the sky above the secret realm. As if it were a signal, more cracks appeared one after another, crisscrossing like a spider web covering the sky above the secret realm.
Splash—
From the dark crevice came the sound of surging waves, and misty water vapor overflowed from it, as if there was a boundless body of water above the sky.
Rumble—
With a deafening roar, the secret realm began to shatter. The essence left behind by the demon corpse was poured into the sea of blood and collected by the ancient tower. A sword light flew out from the ancient tower, tearing through the void with a single strike. The ancient tower flickered and disappeared into the tower.
As the ancient tower vanished, the now utterly useless sky shattered completely, and boundless seawater surged forth from it. Under the terrifying impact, the demonic corpses that had had their essence absorbed were directly crushed into powder.
The remaining blood and filth stained a section of the sea red, quickly attracting much attention. However, by the time powerful sea creatures noticed and rushed to the scene, it was already too late...
"Oh no, I forgot to set a time limit."
In the Feng family mansion, Feng Bingwen, who had just made a wish and was feeling the pinch of spending 50,000 merits, was suddenly startled. But soon, he remembered the Heavenly Book's reliable performance in the past and calmed down.
"The Heavenly Book shouldn't be a trap for me, so there's no need to worry. I wished for a magical artifact that could crush and kill the Peng bird, so there's nothing to worry about."
Thinking this, the Crimson-Armored Dragon General, who was sitting cross-legged on the reclining ox rock that was about to be submerged by the surging stream, opened his eyes, held the Fangtian Halberd, rose into the sky, randomly chose a direction, and then turned into light and left.
In less than a quarter of an hour, all the good deeds he had accumulated over the course of a day were completely used up. This avatar needed to be more diligent, lest he miss this golden opportunity.
For the next two days, Feng Bingwen's Dharma form was constantly on the move, rescuing disaster victims and slaying demons who tried to take advantage of the situation.
As for the golden-winged roc, it was never seen again, seemingly having been truly terrified of him and fleeing Yunze Prefecture.
But Feng Bingwen didn't think it was that simple. Did a ferocious bird that feeds on dragons and snakes really come to the land of dragons and snakes just to show off its power?
You should know that being arrogant in this area means you could pay with your life at any time.
However, no matter what schemes he had, Feng Bingwen was too lazy to think about them. Whatever his plans, once he got his hands on that powerful magic weapon that could crush him, he would just kill him directly. Whatever tricks he tried, once he was dead, everything would be over.
With this in mind, Feng Bingwen devoted himself to treating the disaster victims. The three-day period promised by the Dragon King passed in the blink of an eye. On the fourth day, when the sun and moon alternated and yin and yang rotated, there was no sunlight in the Xuanting Lake area. There were only increasingly heavy dark clouds and increasingly terrifying thunder.
"This is the Great Tribulation of Dragon Transformation!"
On a verdant hill on the edge of Dongting Lake, a red-armored dragon general holds a halberd and gazes into the distance, his tone full of amazement.
Because he witnessed an extremely astonishing scene, which would have horrified anyone in the ordinary world.
In the past, the misty, rainy Dongting Lake was filled with violent lightning strikes that made even cultivators pale, turning the central area of Dongting Lake into a lightning prison stretching for hundreds of miles.
Compared to the lightning storm formed by the lightning strikes that Feng Bingwen had previously unleashed during his battle with the golden roc, this was nothing but a drop in the ocean. It was utterly incomparable. This was the true might of heaven, majestic and awe-inspiring. Just one glance was enough to instill a sense of oppression and awe in all who beheld it.
"It's already this powerful even before the water has started flowing. What will it be like when it officially starts?"
Feng Bingwen was amazed. His body was constructed with the dragon soul as its core, and within it was a dragon pearl that provided an almost inexhaustible supply of magical power. Holding a divine weapon, his gaze could already see through the falling lightning.
He saw a hundred or so dragons dancing in that thunderous hell, these dragons actively receiving the thunder.
Clearly, the reason why the Xuan Ting Water Lord was able to remain motionless for three days even when the time for the water to flow had arrived and the calamity had been triggered was entirely due to the help of these dragons to resist the lightning.
"I really envy this Dragon King. He was born into a good family and has a real dragon as his father. Ordinary dragons can't get so many old dragons to protect them when they are in the water."
A sigh filled with extremely complex emotions rang out not far away. Feng Bingwen looked in the direction of the sound and immediately saw a burly man with a thick beard wearing black armor. When the man saw Feng Bingwen looking over, he immediately straightened his body and bowed to him in a proper manner.
"Demon Suppression Division, Commandant Cao Zhengdao! Greetings, Young Master Feng!"
"I have met Commander Cao."
Feng Bingwen returned the greeting with a cupped hand. During his three days in Yunze Prefecture, when he was slaying demons and protecting the people, he had encountered many people from the Demon Slaying Division, but they had basically had no interaction.
However, I have a general impression of the Demon Slaying Division. The main members of the Demon Slaying Division are a group of martial arts cultivators who know a lot about demons and monsters. In addition to martial arts cultivators, there are also many cultivators from all walks of life, including Buddhism, Taoism, and various schools of thought.
However, his understanding of the Demon Slayer Bureau ended there, although they had cooperated before. But he only ever thought about earning merit points and never considered joining it.
"I had long heard of Young Master Feng's reputation, but meeting him today, I can attest to it even more than the rumors suggest."
This seemingly rough-looking demon-slaying supervisor came up and showered Feng Bingwen with flattery.
But how could Feng Bingwen not see through this fellow's intentions? He was clearly approaching him intentionally. This Xuan Ting Lake is vast and boundless, with no end in sight. If he wanted to watch the Dragon Lord's water-walking spectacle, there were plenty of places. Why did he choose to come here? He clearly had something in mind all along.
"I am ashamed; I do not deserve such praise from the Commander!"
Although he found it very helpful, Feng Bingwen knew he should politely decline.
"Not at all. I heard that Young Master Feng chased down the Golden-Winged Roc from overseas two days ago. If it weren't for the Roc's astonishing speed, it would probably have already become a victim of Young Master Feng's halberd."
This rugged-looking man was quite outgoing. After seeing that Feng Bingwen didn't turn him away when he struck up a conversation, he seized the opportunity and continued to flatter Feng Bingwen.
Roar—
At this moment, a dragon's roar that resounded through the heavens and earth rang out from the center of the thunderstorm zone. The Xuan Ting Lake, which stretched for countless miles, began to churn. The water elemental energy that already filled the world began to converge, stirring up a raging hurricane that made many cultivators who had come to watch the spectacle unable to even stand steadily.
"Gen-Ting Sui-kun has started moving the water."
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