Chapter 161 Demon Lord
Dongzhou, Louvre Museum.
Ever since Shadow Phoenix brought back a group of women from the Abandoned Lake Cave, the usually quiet and deserted palace has become lively.
Together with those who escaped from Zhongzhou, they worked hard to integrate into the demon clan and actively practiced magic skills.
Mu Chen and Luo Yuan, two people who were seriously injured, have almost recovered after treatment.
At this moment, they were standing in the palace, discussing the affairs of the Eternal Night Organization with Bai Xiu and others.
"Since Liu Dazhong implemented the new tax decree, the people of Zhongzhou have become increasingly dissatisfied with the immortals. We should seize this opportunity..."
Before Bai Xiu could finish her words, she heard a deafening thunder from the north.
"That's... the direction of Snake Prison Mountain..." She walked to the door and saw dark clouds in the distance, with terrifying thunder flashing in between, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Mu Chen was shocked. "Is Miss Qiu going through the heavenly tribulation?"
She had never seen a powerful cultivator endure a thunder tribulation. Before coming to Dongzhou, the most powerful cultivators she had seen were the Jindan realm masters around Liu Xiaozhi.
Without exception, they all died at the hands of Qiu Qianling.
Qiu Qianling is so powerful. He just entered the Golden Core Realm a few days ago, and now he is about to pass the tribulation again. What kind of peerless genius is this?
She couldn't help but admire her!
Luo Yuan stared intently at the calamity clouds in the distance, silently counting the number of thunderbolt strikes. His eyes gradually widened. "...Ninety-nine eighty-one thunderbolt strikes! This is a Mahayana cultivator. No, not just eighty-one!"
Everyone knows that the higher the realm of a cultivator, the more difficult it is to overcome the thunder tribulation, and every time one overcomes the tribulation, it is a disaster in which one is almost dead.
This is also the reason why Gongsun Xiong, the forefather of Jinmen Immortal Mansion, has entered the realm of tribulation for many years but has been hesitant to try to ascend to become a god.
Seeing that a total of eighty-one thunder tribulations were striking down and the tribulation clouds showed no signs of dissipating, everyone's heart was in turmoil.
They had all received favors from Qiu Qianling, and they all prayed in their hearts, hoping that Shadow Phoenix Demon Lord and Miss Qiu could return safely.
Regardless of whether their prayers would work or not, Qiu Qianling, who was standing under the calamity cloud at this moment, had already endured eighty-one thunder tribulations.
She was not dead yet, but her face was pale, the hand holding the hilt of the knife was almost charred, and the bones all over her body made cracking sounds under the heavy burden. The residual purple arcs of electricity jumped on her cracked skin.
The intense pain made her mind go blank, and only one voice remained in her heart, "Is it over?"
However, what answered her was a loud rumbling sound. Nine lightning bolts lit up in the air at the same time, instantly tearing through the darkness and striking down like a roaring dragon.
Qiu Qianling's pupils suddenly shrank. If nine thunderbolts struck her at the same time, she would definitely turn into a charred corpse!
Is she destined to die here today? She doesn't want to!
She wants to live, she wants revenge, she wants to pull the hypocritical immortals off the altar, she wants this world to be hers!
Qiu Qianling suddenly stood up from the ground, staring straight at the thunder, "Damn God, if you have the guts, just strike me to death!" He swung the bloody blade in his hand into the air.
Boom boom boom——!!!
As the sharp blade swung out, Ying Huang was horrified to see that the nine lightning bolts struck mid-air, suddenly turned a corner, and struck the top of Snake Prison Mountain hard.
what happened?
Qiu Qianling stared at the blood blade in his hand in amazement. Was she really that powerful? She could even scare away the thunderbolts?!
Turning his head to look at the mountain top in the distance, he saw that in the swirling sea of fog, a spire emitting white light had appeared. Nine lightning bolts meandered down from the spire, making crackling sounds.
The rocks near the top of the mountain exploded, and the ground shook under the impact of the thunder. Spider-web-like cracks spread from the top of the mountain downwards.
Qiu Qianling widened his eyes. What the hell was that thing? Why would the thunder be drawn away by it?
Just as he was thinking, a sharp scream exploded in his ears, "Fog Sea——!"
Qiu Qianling turned around and looked, his breath suddenly choked. He saw that the huge black smoke demon was holding the Lord of the Mist Sea tightly in his palm, and then threw him to the ground with great force. With a loud bang, the Lord of the Mist Sea fell heavily on the rocks, motionless, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.
Her heart suddenly tightened, and cold sweat broke out on the palm of her hand holding the hilt of the knife. She couldn't delay any longer.
Since the thunder tribulation has been temporarily diverted by the spire, she should take this opportunity to repair her body.
Qiu Qianling closed his eyes, and a faint spiritual light appeared around his body. The cultivation that had just been refined and absorbed in his body filled his spiritual field and quickly repaired his damaged meridians.
Her flesh and bones were also growing back.
The flesh and blood squirmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly replacing the old flesh and blood. The new skin was a solid wheat color and exuded a delicate luster.
The broken bones were reconnected with a crackling sound, becoming tougher and longer.
At the same time, curved and sharp white horns grew on her forehead, just like a real demon. When she opened her eyes, she revealed a pair of scarlet pupils.
Shadow Phoenix, who witnessed her transformation into a demon, was shocked and even subconsciously took a step back. However, the demon with black hair and white horns did not look back at her, but looked up at the calamity clouds in the sky.
The thunder continued, and nine thunderbolts struck down simultaneously. Every time the spire was struck by lightning, the cracks on the ground of Snake Prison Mountain widened a little.
In just a few breaths, the seventy-two thunder tribulations were over.
With a loud bang, a bottomless crack suddenly opened up at their feet, and the ground sank, separating them from the black smoke demon on the battlefield.
Just as Shadow Phoenix stood firm, he saw the demon with white horns and black hair leap into the sky, roaring, and slashing the bloody blade in his hand towards the calamity cloud.
There are only the last nine thunder tribulations left. The lightning is moving like a silver snake in the rolling black clouds, accumulating strength.
A long blade of energy suddenly condensed in the air, the dazzling blood light almost illuminated the entire sky, and instantly struck the thunder tribulation that had not yet fully condensed.
At the moment of collision, thunder exploded, and broken lightning fell from the sky like a meteor.
Everyone saw the demon standing in the void under the blood-colored afterimage, as well as the white horns on her forehead and the flying black hair.
The calamity clouds slowly dispersed above her head, shedding a faint light.
"Oh my God!" Ying Huang covered her mouth in surprise, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She succeeded, she even shattered the thunder in the sky!
"It's His Highness the Demon Lord! The new His Highness the Demon Lord!" blurted out the demon warrior who had been watching the thunder tribulation.
The demon warriors who had escaped from the battlefield all stopped in their tracks. Their inherent desire for strength made them kneel down on one knee in the direction of Snake Prison Mountain.
"Greetings, His Majesty the Demon Lord!" The demons shouted in unison, their voices shaking the sky.
Qiu Qianling, standing in the air, looked towards them, then withdrew his gaze in just a moment and turned to look at the black smoke demon on the battlefield.
It's time to get rid of her once and for all.
The demon "Murong Ci" also saw Qiu Qianling smashing the thunder. She was very angry, pulled out the ice sword stuck in her shoulder, and threw it at the Frost Embers Demon Lord with her backhand.
The Frost Embers had already exhausted their magic power. Before he could cast a spell to resist, the ice sword pierced his lower abdomen and he fell heavily to the ground from the air.
After struggling for a few times, he was unable to get up.
The thick smoke in Murong Ci's eyes turned even darker and darker, and she roared loudly, "Go to hell! I want all of you to be buried with Fentian!"
She raised her arms high, clenched her huge fists, and was about to smash down on the Frost Embers Lord on the ground.
Just at this moment, the Soul-True Demon Lord summoned the Rakshasa ghost and pounced towards her with a roar.
But before he could touch "Murong Ci", the Rakshasa ghost was crushed by her with one hand. The Soul-Defining Demon Lord was attacked back and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Am I going to die here?
The Soul-True Demon Lord's eyes showed resentment. At this moment, a fierce shout came from behind him, "You are the one who deserves to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a white-horned demon holding a bloody blade flew in front of "Murong Ci". Compared with the tall demon god, she was extremely small, but the pressure she released was enough to compete with the demon god.
Without waiting for "Murong Ci" to react, Qiu Qianling suddenly attacked, and a flash of bloody blade light instantly chopped into the body of the demon.
"Murong Ci" waited for a moment, but nothing happened. She was about to reach out to grab Qiu Qianling when a dazzling red light suddenly lit up inside her body. Immediately afterwards, a sharp blade energy exploded, and the demon god's head flew directly into the sky, while his body was blown into pieces and turned into black smoke all over the sky.
Qiu Qianling faced the impact of the explosion head-on, but was unharmed. He just raised his hands to shield his eyes.
With her current level of cultivation, this demon god transformed from Murong Ci's remaining soul cannot pose any threat to her at all.
But when she opened her eyes, she saw a translucent demon woman floating in the place where the demon god had been just now.
She was wearing a white robe embroidered with large patches of red spider lilies, and the hem of her robe fluttered in the wind, like a dream.
Qiu Qianling looked at her face, which was exactly the same as that of the so-called Murong Ci. He couldn't help but grit his teeth. Is this person immortal? How can she not be dead yet?
She was about to swing her knife to chop the phantom into pieces when the other party called out to her, "Qian Ling..."
Murong Ci smiled slightly. "Can I call you that? You don't have to rush. I'm going to die soon. Both my body and soul will disappear from this world. But before that, I want to give you something."
Qiu Qianling paused in swinging his sword, and glanced at the other person coldly, thinking, this person is no longer a threat anyway. After all, she is the former Demon Lord, so just give her a chance and let her finish her last words.
She said coldly: "What? If you have something to say, just say it!"
Murong Ci was still smiling, completely different from the furious demon just now. At this moment, her eyes were full of relief that transcended the mundane.
Her voice was light and ethereal. "Inside my coffin is a magical tool that can open the door to the divine realm. If you get it, you will have the chance to ascend to become a god."
"What?" Qiu Qianling's pupils twitched slightly, and he asked in surprise, "Tell me clearly, why are you telling me such a secret? The person who used his spirit to enter my dream, are you? "
She suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Murong Ci's wrist, but her palm went straight through her arm.
And the moment she came into contact with Murong's female soul, an unfamiliar memory emerged and unfolded in her mind like a scroll.
The young woman looked at the baby in the cradle with a gentle smile on her face. "Since she is the daughter of the leader of my Yuque Sect, I will name her Murong Ci. I hope that my daughter can become a leader of the female world and the head of the immortal race in the future."
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