All the inner demons of the world erupted within Li Changzhou's body.
But let alone his iron will, even his invulnerability to all magic is enough to block a single attack.
To the demons, Li Changzhou's divine sense was like sitting in a mirror; no matter how they touched it, they could not harm his divine sense in the slightest.
The natural disaster struck silently, appearing behind Li Changzhou.
They immediately unleashed a deadly technique.
"Heaven and earth have forsaken us!"
If one were to take this attack head-on, even the will of Heaven would leave one's body, causing one to fall from the heavenly position.
However, the heavenly law spoken by Tianzai was like casual conversation, causing no disturbance whatsoever.
The monster of fate turned around: "Without the command of fate, how dare disaster take action on its own?"
The moment 'Heaven and Earth Abandoned' failed, the natural disaster had already retreated, but he found that although he was clearly fleeing far away, he was still stuck in the same place.
The bronze spear transformed into lightning, and with a whoosh, it cleaved the calamity in two.
The people who wanted to help were stunned.
In one round, the natural disaster that returned from the time dam was killed?
"Ah!" A roar came, and the divine sense was reborn by the power of the disaster.
A nine-zhang-long azure dragon swept past, its claws seizing Tianzai Shenjue. With a cold smile, it clenched its fist and crushed Tianzai Shenjue into dust.
Having slain the calamity, the True Spirit raised its dragon head and looked at the Demon Lord.
The next moment, the dragon's body suddenly shot up and charged forward.
At the same time, the Fate Monster appeared in front of the three demigods and kicked them all to pieces.
"So strong!"
"What are you afraid of? Let's join forces and kill them!"
"kill!"
As the crowd swarmed in, even powerful figures like Li Changzhou, the Corpse Bone Gene, and the Crown Princess found themselves unable to move an inch and could only barely defend themselves.
Above the temple is the battlefield between the Demon Lord and the True Dragon.
Under immense pressure, the true dragon had already unleashed more than twenty-five times its normal power, and the Demon Lord was almost killed.
After struggling for a while, the Demon Lord reconstructed his physical body several times.
"Insects, die!" The true dragon raised its claws, ready to annihilate the Demon Lord completely.
"Ant? You worm, how dare you call me an ant!"
"Ah!!!" The Demon Lord went berserk, his hair disheveled, "The righteous are one foot high, but the demons are ten feet high! Kill!"
He unleashed the Demon Saint's ultimate holy technique, causing his power to surge by a terrifying magnitude.
The space-time around the Demon Lord began to blur and collapse.
The demon and the dragon clashed once again.
"Wow!" In an instant, the dragon staggered and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Kill!" The Demon Lord stepped forward again, his body already cracked.
The true dragon was terrified and felt powerless. The trapped dragon was fighting for its life in order to survive. "The higher the righteous path, the higher the evil path" means any means necessary and is a true demonic art!
In terms of improving strength, "The Trapped Dragon Fights for Its Life" is far inferior to "The Way is One Foot High, the Demon is Ten Feet High".
Bang!
As expected, the true dragon was directly destroyed, leaving only Shenjue to flee at high speed.
The Demon Lord took another step, about to kill the true dragon, but he stumbled and his body swayed.
The power within his body was so immense that it multiplied every instant of his divine awareness.
The Demon Lord let out a painful roar and walked out step by step. No one dared to approach him, and even the true dragons, who had regained their physical bodies, retreated.
"Ah!" The Demon Lord turned from walking to running and rushed towards the exit of the Eighth Temple.
Only by entering the Ninth Temple and becoming a saint in the main hall could he possibly save his life, which had been completely ignited.
The Corpse Gene waved its battle flag, and the Crown Princess held a golden sword; the two of them went to meet it.
"Get out!" The Demon Lord waved his arm.
Bang!
The corpse's genes exploded into a pile of broken bones, and the flesh and blood of the War Saint were detached from its body.
Bang!
The Crown Princess was also pulverized, her armor mixed with flesh, blood, and bone fragments.
Even the indestructible temple was dented by the strong wind.
Everyone's expression changed drastically; the Demon Lord's power was indeed this great.
Bang!
The Demon Lord's own arm was also shattered.
He disappeared from everyone's sight and rushed out of the Eighth Temple.
"Never mind him." The Crown Princess recovered her strength with difficulty, and with the order restored, her armor was also repaired. "We did our best to delay him. It's quite an achievement that he can still hold out until the Ninth Temple."
The thousand and a half saints who withdrew were discussing the matter extensively.
"If the Demon Lord had used this move before, he might have been able to occupy a holy position."
"Who knows what's in the main hall? It might not be able to suppress 'The Devil is One Foot Higher Than the Virtue'."
"Even if he could suppress it, he wouldn't dare to use it. No matter how fast his strength improves, there is still a process. This process is enough for those who are wary of him to join forces to kill him."
With the Demon Lord gone, the battle at the Eighth Temple is now decided.
Fairy, little demon, old ghost, and the twelve Heavenly Oaths also entered the arena, taking action without threatening their own safety.
After the deaths of more than six hundred semi-saints, the will of Heaven to return to the Great Dao has become as dense as a meteor shower.
"Stop," the Bone Gene urged again, trying to persuade them to surrender.
The demigods were stunned for a moment, then fell silent and slowly stopped fighting.
"You, withdraw from the Holy Path, and do not swear oaths. I do not believe in any constraints." The true dragon, bathed in blood, coiled menacingly.
"Sigh!" Tianhuo sighed.
His spirits were shaken, his figure faded, and he voluntarily withdrew from the Holy Path, disappearing from the Eighth Temple.
"There are always some special people, different from the rest." The other demigods gradually faded away, their gazes filled with longing, anger, and silence.
Soon, apart from the fairy, the little demon, the old ghost, and the twelve people who swore an oath, all the other half-saints left the stage.
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