boom!
The people, monsters, and even demons nearby began to flee to farther places.
Behind them was a force so powerful that they could not even raise the slightest thought of resistance; it was vast and boundless, and it was earth-shattering and sky-shattering.
Is this the strength of a Mahayana cultivator?
It was not until they had escaped five kilometers away that everyone stopped and looked from afar in the direction of the forbidden area of the Sky-Devouring Beast, still with lingering fears.
Many people have never seen a battle like this involving seven or eight Mahayana monks. Even when the war broke out between demons and humans, there had never been so many top powerhouses.
One after another, cracks in space were torn apart. The sky was no longer blue, but a grayish color, which seemed to reveal an ominous aura.
The power of all directions poured out from all directions, and long and deep gullies appeared on the earth. The surface of the earth could not withstand the squeezing force and protruded from the ground to form strange mountain peaks.
No matter what the final result is, after this battle, Tongshizhou will probably be completely unrecognizable and it will not even be called Tongshizhou anymore.
"Too amazing! If I could have such a level of cultivation, wouldn't the entire Lingtian Continent and the Demonic Battlefield be accessible to me?"
The monk was deeply shocked by this scene and couldn't help but feel yearning.
There is no one who doesn't want powerful strength.
"The cultivation of Mahayana? They are not as powerful as Master Zixiao. He fought against five Mahayana cultivators and two great monarch-level demons by himself. Who else can do this from ancient times to the present?"
At the same time, the monk wielding the sword looked at the purple figure standing in the void with admiration.
One man and one sword, shaking out the earth and mountains.
Almost all of those sunken gullies were created by Master Zixiao.
So what if they are Mahayana cultivators? They don't dare to take Master Zixiao's head sword-on.
The reputation of Master Zixiao does not need to be proven by these seven powerful men.
"They are all afraid of our great-grandmaster's sword, and they all have their own plans, so they haven't used their full strength. But if this continues, it will still be disadvantageous to our great-grandmaster." Qi Yu said with a gloomy face.
"Yes, although we knew in the past that the various forces were only united in appearance but not in heart, we did not expect that some magic weapons would allow them to do anything, even join hands with demons to deal with our great-grandmaster." Master Qian Feng said helplessly.
After this, they all knew what the demon was planning.
What they didn't expect was that Ning Jinyuan and his people knew it was a trap set by the demon, but they still stepped in anyway.
Faced with the temptation of interests, such people will appear in every era, which is really frustrating.
"I once heard from the Great Elder that our great-grandmaster can no longer survive the tribulation." Qinglan's face was heavy, and he obviously knew something.
Several people stared intently at the horizon. The figures there had long been submerged in the vast power. Only the sounds of continuous explosions and the ringing of swords could be heard.
Master Zixiao, dressed in a purple robe, was in the center of the storm. The strong wind was still blowing from both sides of him. A huge sword, both illusory and solid, protruded to his right.
Master Zixiao's eyes were as sharp as torches, penetrating numerous obstacles. Seeing Ning Jinyuan in front of the huge sword, he swung the white snow sword in his hand and slashed down without hesitation.
Countless overwhelming white sword lights, carrying the power to destroy the world, shot out.
Ning Jinyuan's giant sword fell at the same time, and the white sword light was made to look extremely small and weak, as if it could not withstand a single blow in front of the giant sword.
The white sword light accelerated again in the middle, passing through the huge body of the giant sword like a flash of lightning, and attacked Ning Jinyuan.
Ning Jinyuan's face changed drastically. He was a Mahayana cultivator. Although he was still a little distance away from the Tribulation Crossing Stage, he always believed that the gap would not be that big. He did not expect that the giant sword condensed from his strength would be so vulnerable to the opponent's sword light.
When Ning Jinyuan's attack was broken and he was entangled by the white sword light, two great monarch-level demons rushed over without hesitation.
A man was holding a black staff with a pitch-black skull hanging on it. The skull exuded a murderous aura and rushed over.
The other man held a huge ax and chopped it down directly. A space crack suddenly appeared and cut the surrounding spiritual energy into pieces, although it soon gathered again.
With a humming sound, countless white sword lights shot out from Master Zixiao's body.
Every skull that was pierced by the sword light disappeared in an instant without a scream.
The demon wanted to gather itself together again, but found it difficult.
Of course, for ordinary cultivators, his condensation speed is less than one second, which is still extremely fast. However, in a battle between strong men of this level, one hundredth of a second could be a flaw.
"Master Zixiao's sword is indeed worthy of its reputation. The legend says it has the power to destroy evil, and it's not false." Although the demon holding the scepter said this, he did not believe it.
The power of qualitative change may not be comparable, but when the number reaches a certain level, can the other party still do it so easily?
He didn't believe it, so he decided to give it a try, and the Demon Battlefield happened to be one of the most suitable battle venues for him.
Too many people died here, no matter they were demons or human monks. The resentment and hatred they left behind could all become his nourishment.
Zixiao glanced at him, and a trace of dark energy was drawn out from the ground, and the originally green grass withered instantly.
Before he could do anything, the other demon's giant ax chopped him down.
Zixiao swung his sword again. His moves have always been simple. It was either swinging the sword or swinging the sword. There was no second move.
The truth is simple, that's all.
The vast sword light quickly crushed the giant axe, and the condensed energy dissipated in all directions, and the sky turned blue-gray and gloomy.
They did not give Master Zixiao a chance to breathe. Almost the next moment after the giant ax was broken, Mo Wujiu and Fu Hai's attacks arrived.
"They calculated very accurately, one thing after another, and they won't give Master Uncle time to catch his breath. But they can't kill Master Uncle even if they join forces, so they will probably force Master Uncle to use a big move next."
In the forbidden area, Gao Han and Zhongli Tingzhou used the Sky-peeping Mirror to clearly see the scene at the center of the battle.
The entire sky was covered with eight powerful energies intertwining with each other, and seven of them continuously attacked the most powerful one in the middle.
The strongest one in the middle seemed to be able to handle it with ease, but everyone knew that their goal was not to kill the opponent, but to force out all of the opponent's strength, which was actually much easier than killing the opponent.
"We can't wait any longer, let's go out now." Zhongdi said immediately.
"It's not possible now. The place where eight Mahayana masters are fighting is filled with violent and terrifying energy. If you go out now, you will be affected and die." Gao Han said disapprovingly.
"We are not afraid. We can use the Sky-Viewing Mirror to teleport." Xuan Xiao also said.
"Yes, the Sky-peek Mirror can not only spy, but also teleport. With the strength of an important person, it can teleport four or five kilometers at a time." Bai He also spoke.
"The current situation doesn't allow you to go out whenever you want. These people are fighting fiercely, and the effectiveness of your going out will be greatly reduced." Zhongli Tingzhou said with narrowed eyes.
The three-headed gold-eating beast immediately understood what he meant, "But just waiting like this isn't a solution, right?"
"Now let's see who can break this situation." Zhongli Tingzhou suddenly asked, "What is the farthest distance of the Sky-peeking Mirror?"
Chongdi was stunned for a moment and said, "It's OK within a radius of 10,000 meters, but the space here is very unstable, so I'm not sure if this distance is still possible."
"Give it a try."
Zhongdi immediately input a stream of spiritual power into the Sky-Viewing Mirror.
The picture on the Jingtian Mirror changed and turned into a dense jungle. There were countless people crawling in the jungle watching the battle. There were many people in the Fusion stage and the God Transformation stage. Normally, only a few people in the Fusion stage could be seen, but here there were countless.
It was their luck to be able to glimpse a battle between the Mahayana period, as they may not have this opportunity again in the future.
No one blinked an eye, unwilling to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
It's just because sometimes watching other strong people fight can be beneficial to them. If they are lucky, they can break through the bottleneck in one go.
Gao Han and his companions saw Master Qi and Master Qian and their companions. Since they could not join in, they could only watch anxiously from the outside. There were also other sects and forces that had arrived to varying degrees, most of which were relatively close.
The Sky-Viewing Mirror continued to move, but when it reached nearly 10,000 meters, it could no longer move.
The nearest city to Tongshizhou is tens of thousands meters away. Moving further ahead, there are dense forests and endless mountain peaks. They cannot see the battle situation in the city being attacked by demons.
Then, according to their wishes, the important person adjusted the image of the Sky-Viewing Mirror back to outside the forbidden area.
No one knew who said what, but the Mahayana stage humans all began to mobilize more strength. Mo Wujiu was the most anxious, and he didn't need any demons to instigate him. His moves were ruthless. If Master Zixiao hadn't been guarding the entrance to the forbidden area without leaving, he would have rushed in long ago.
"How is it?" the three-headed gold-eating beast asked hurriedly. He looked anxious and seemed more like a disciple of Master Zixiao than Gao Han and Zhongli Tingzhou.
"There is a person, but I don't know if he will show up." Zhongli Tingzhou frowned slightly.
"Who?" the three asked immediately.
"My master." Gao Han's voice sounded, his eyes looking at Master Zixiao's back, "But I have heard that my master seems to have some feelings about the Demon Battlefield. He once said that he would never enter the Demon Battlefield again, and when we came out, he was in seclusion."
"I heard that Zixiao Sect has a very powerful elder. Why doesn't this elder come?" Xuan Xiao asked.
Gao Han shook his head, "The Great Elder cannot leave Zixiao Sect."
Although he and Zhongli Tingzhou usually don't pay attention to the situation of Zixiao Sect, they can deduce some things.
Uncle Zixiao is well-known, but the one who is in charge of Zixiao Sect is actually the chief elder.
At this time, Master Zixiao suddenly looked up at the sky.
The wind and clouds were surging, and the sky had already changed. It was pitch black, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on the sky.
Right in front of him, the two great monarch-level demons were preparing to use an extremely powerful move at the cost of a blood sacrifice. He remembered that six thousand years ago, a great demon had also used this move. The blood sacrifice of the magic sword could exert a power comparable to the splitting of the heavens and the earth.
It is indeed a big deal that he can make two great monarch-level demons willing to severely injure themselves and deal with him.
"Master Zixiao, you still have a chance to surrender!" Qixing Gu Rong Xiangyang's voice penetrated through numerous obstacles.
"Yes, even if you don't agree now, the news that Zixiao Sect has obtained all the treasures of the Devouring Heaven Beast will spread. By that time, will Zixiao Sect still be able to protect so many treasures?"
Captain Ding Shi was not afraid of Master Zixiao, nor was he afraid of the trouble the Zixiao Sect would cause him, but if there was a second option, he would naturally hope for it.
Mo Wujiu said nothing, but he attacked without mercy. The Jishang Sect and the Zixiao Sect were the ones with a real blood feud, and he wished that Master Zixiao would be seriously injured.
"Hand over the treasure of the Sky-Devouring Beast, and we will withdraw from the battle immediately." Fu Hai said coldly.
“Master Zixiao, why must you be so stubborn? Even if you are in the Tribulation Crossing Stage and are not afraid of being besieged by all of us, you have weaknesses that are well known to everyone. If the stalemate continues, it will not do you any good. You probably don’t want to die before the war comes.” Rong Xiangyang advised earnestly.
"It's true that kind people are often bullied." Zixiao Shang let out a light laugh and disappeared in the wind.
The protection around him was suddenly removed, a violent hurricane came like a rolling thick slurry, a raging fire rushed over, and the white snow sword in his hand suddenly turned black.
It was not the eerie black color, but rather crystal clear, exuding a chilling aura.
Master Zixiao swung the black sword in his hand, and the sword light that came out was no longer white, but a shiny black sword light. The enormous pressure covered the surroundings.
The five Mahayana monks around were forced to retreat one after another by the sword light.
They are all long-established Mahayana monks who have lived in Lingtian Continent for at least thousands of years. The black sword light of Master Zixiao is well-known and awe-inspiring across the continent.
The five Mahayana monks retreated without hesitation, exposing the two great monarch-level demons.
A large amount of blood flowed out from the two men's bodies, and the blood condensed on the huge blood-red magic sword above their heads. The aura of the blood-red magic sword became stronger and stronger. After the power was condensed, a magic sword full of oppression took shape.
The air seemed unable to bear it and made a crackling sound similar to the friction of static electricity.
“Die!”
The aura of the two great monarch-level demons weakened when the magic sword took shape, but there was murderous intent in their eyes and they didn't care at all. It seemed that the only thing in their eyes was Master Zixiao in the center of the battle circle.
The blood-colored devil knife split the space, and its power and sharpness were so strong that even the five Mahayana monks had to avoid the edge, but they also blocked Master Zixiao's retreat at the same time.
Zixiao raised his head, his black eyes staring at the falling magic knife, his expression revealing a slight solemnity.
"You're willing to sacrifice the lives of two great monarch-level demons to exchange for my life? You really look down on me."
The storm swept in, and all the trees within a thousand meters were turned to dust.
The black light of the sword in Master Zixiao's hand grew stronger, and the strong wind in the crack of space showed some signs of attraction, causing it to stir more violently.
Where they couldn't see, a huge dark cloud was slowly gathering above the thick black smoke.
"Not good, the thunder tribulation seems to have sensed something." The faces of the Zixiao Sect disciples, who were ten thousand meters away, changed instantly when they saw this scene in the sky.
"The gathering of dark clouds is never a good sign at any time. Could it be that our uncle-master is really going to be forced to that point?" Master Qian Feng's expression was very solemn.
"Why hasn't Old Marquis come yet? It would be better if we could invite a Mahayana cultivator." Qinglan was a little anxious.
It would definitely not be a good thing if my uncle-master were to undergo a tribulation here.
"We can't wait any longer. Look above, there seems to be a thunder tribulation. Once the thunder tribulation condenses and takes shape, Master Zixiao will really not be able to escape it." Zhongdi adjusted the image of the Sky-Viewing Mirror to high altitude.
There was indeed a gray cloud there, which was slowly expanding. Even through the Sky-Viewing Mirror, they could feel the earth-shattering pressure.
"Maybe there is another way." Zhongli Tingzhou suddenly said.
"What method?" Gao Han asked immediately. He was a little anxious now.
Zhongli Tingzhou narrowed his eyes. "When this blood-colored demon sword first appeared, I felt a sense of attraction. Later I found out that it was the Yin-Yang Pearl that was ready to make a move."
"You want to use the Yin-Yang Beads?" Gao Han frowned slightly.
"You can give it a try. After all, he is my master. As a disciple, I can't just watch him being forced to endure the tribulation. It's not easy for the old man." Zhongli Tingzhou sounded very relaxed.
But in this case, the secret of the Yin-Yang Pearl could no longer be hidden. This thought flashed through Gao Han's mind, but he quickly extinguished it. If the secret of the Yin-Yang Pearl could not be hidden, then it could not be hidden. It was a good deal to exchange a secret for the safety of his uncle.
"Then let's give it a try." Gao Han said with a light breath.
Zhongli Tingzhou raised the corner of his mouth and spread out his palm. The radiant Yin-Yang bead appeared on it. "Go ahead."
The Yin-Yang Pearl shot out quickly and pierced into the Sky-Viewing Mirror. In an instant, it appeared in the center of the battlefield, right above Master Zixiao's head.
Master Zixiao seemed to be aware of something, and his spiritual sense swept over and saw a strange bead on top of his head.
The bead paused for only a moment before flying towards the falling blood-red magic knife. Its weak body was quickly submerged in the endless black fog.
"Is this... the Yin Yang Bead?"
A ripple finally appeared in Master Zixiao's calm eyes.
The mysterious and unpredictable aura made even him feel a hint of threat.
Although he had never seen the Yin-Yang Pearl in person, Master Zixiao, who had heard of it, recognized it at first sight.
It is said that such a treasure has disappeared in ancient times and no one knows where it has fallen. It is really surprising to see it here today.
A thought flashed through his mind that this bead might be able to help him, and Master Zixiao immediately removed half of the black sword in his hand.
The blood-colored devil knife roared, and a sky full of blood and devil energy exploded. The devil wind was fierce, and the surrounding heaven and earth were surging with strange energy, mixed with black and blood. The sky turned half black and half blood red. The wind was howling, and the big hole on the ground became several hundred meters deeper.
Master Zixiao saw the Yin-Yang Pearl in this violent dark energy. Wherever it passed, all the energy was absorbed.
It was like a bottomless pit with a bloody mouth, accepting all the dark energy that was sucked into its mouth.
The blood-colored magic knife above his head fell faster, the vortex mouth became larger and larger, more and more energy poured into the Yin-Yang Bead, and the power of the blood-colored magic knife was also weakening.
After the two great monarch-level demons spat out their last mouthful of blood, they sensed the thunder tribulation slowly condensing in the sky. They all thought that Master Zixiao would not be able to escape this time, and they were just waiting for his fate, either being devoured by the blood-colored devil knife, or being struck to death by the thunder tribulation above his head. No matter which the result was, their goal had been achieved.
The two demons showed sinister smiles, and the next second, their smiles froze.
"What's going on? Why hasn't the magic knife fallen yet?" A demon looked up in disbelief.
The blood-red devil knife should have fallen long ago, and a more powerful collision force should have erupted at the center.
"Did the other party use some means to resist the magic sword?" another demon said hesitantly.
"Impossible. The magic sword sacrificed by the blood of you and me cannot be easily dispelled even by the legendary Master Zixiao."
The demons were very sure that their magic swords were not that weak. The sacrifice of the two great monarchs was at least 60% as powerful as, if not 100% more powerful than the human cultivators who were transcending the tribulation.
Even though the two felt something was wrong, they could do nothing at the moment. In order to sacrifice the magic sword, their strength was almost facing a decline.
Not only were they shocked, but Mo Wujiu and the other five who were at the edge of the battle circle also looked confused.
They did not feel any powerful impact force coming out of the center of the battle, and the huge blood-red magic sword seemed to stop halfway down.
"What's going on with those two demons?" Mo Wujiu didn't want the demons' plans to go wrong. He had finally fought for an opportunity for them. If they lost it, the risk would be even greater.
"Look at the center of the storm. Is there something there? I always feel it's a bit strange, as if there is a huge whirlpool." Captain Ding said solemnly.
Up to now, he and Mo Wujiu both hoped that Master Zixiao would die here. After all, they had already offended him. Once they got the treasure, they would be free as long as they wanted. They would not have to be afraid of the Zixiao Sect.
No matter how powerful the Zixiao Sect is, those Mahayana monks will not be able to come out and hunt him down.
"There is a vortex. Oh no! The power of the demon's sword seems to have been absorbed by the vortex. Is it a space crack?"
The power in the center was too violent for their spiritual consciousness to control. There were also many tiny space cracks there, and the leaked energy could crush their spiritual consciousness at any time.
"Everyone, if you don't think of a solution, we won't be able to resolve this issue once this matter is over." Ning Jinyuan said with a gloomy face.
The Zixiao Sect directly accused them of colluding with demons, which was enough to make them suffer several punishments.
Mo Wujiu and the other two looked at Fu Hai and Rong Xiangyang, and the former sneered.
"You guys can do whatever you want, it's none of my business."
"I won't do anything either." Rong Xiangyang also said.
"You two, at this point, are you still thinking of leaving a way out for yourselves? Do you think the Zixiao Sect will let you go?" Mo Wujiu's face darkened.
"What Zixiao Sect thinks is none of my business. This is how my Youmo Sect behaves. When it comes to fighting for treasures, whoever has the greater ability gets it. If anyone wants to keep it all to himself, don't blame me for being rude. What else can the Zixiao Sect do?" Fu Hai disagreed.
Rong Xiangyang obviously had the same attitude as Fu Hai. No matter what Mo Wujiu said, he was not moved at all.
Mo Wujiu and the other two did not waste any time. They all had the same idea and rushed into the battle circle again. As for whether they cursed the two men in their hearts, only they themselves knew.
At the same time, the vortex absorbed a large amount of black magic energy from the magic knife, and it seemed that it had finally reached a saturated state, and the suction of the vortex slowly disappeared.
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