The Lamp-Lighting strike... could it not even injure her?
As for ordinary Lotus Seed Perfection Great Demons, You Wujiang considered himself rarely matched by them.
But in front of such a second-generation demon who possessed an ancient Bloodline and carried heavy treasures,
he was unexpectedly so pale and powerless.
The Qiankun Demon King was very satisfied with the crowd's reaction.
"Since you know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, then..."
"Be on your way!"
Before the words faded, BOOM! Golden light suddenly appeared. The Qiankun Demon King's figure vanished from the spot. The next instant, he had appeared before Jiang Yuechu.
"Die—!!!"
The Great Halberd, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, slashed down fiercely.
However, the tragic scene he expected did not occur.
It was as if a rushing, roaring river had been abruptly cut off at its source in that instant.
Amidst the sky full of dust and smoke, the blade of the Great Halberd hung three inches above the young girl's head, unable to advance even an inch further.
The Qiankun Demon King's pupils shrank violently. He saw that beneath the halberd blade, five slender fingers had clamped onto the crescent blade.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her head slightly, her hair covering most of her face. Only her red cloak fluttered wildly in the chaotic airflow.
"You..." The Qiankun Demon King was terrified.
This strike of his was delivered with his full strength. He had even poured most of the Demon Qi within his body into it. How could it possibly be caught by the other party like this?
The Qiankun Demon King exerted force with both arms, and his wings flapped frantically, whipping up gusts of foul wind. But no matter how hard he tried, she remained completely motionless!
Below, the young girl, who had been keeping her head lowered, suddenly straightened her body slowly. Her red cloak surged like waves in a sea of blood.
Jiang Yuechu slowly lifted her eyelids. On the young girl's jade-like forehead, two crystal-clear Dragon horns had already emerged, flashing with a chilling, eerie light.
Her clear, pitch-black pupils transformed into vertical slits. Cold. Brutal.
"Finally..." "I have caught you."
The Qiankun Demon King's hair stood on end, and he even had the thought of abandoning his Great Halberd and fleeing.
"You..." Before the word 'abomination' could escape his lips, the young girl parted her red lips slightly. Her voice was ethereal, as if it had come from the depths of the Nine Nether Deep Seas: "Mirage Breath..."
HUM—!!! Within a radius of a hundred zhang, the air suddenly became damp. The originally dry Northwest Wilderness City now seemed as if it had been moved out of thin air to the coast of the East Sea.
Countless crystal-clear water droplets condensed out of the Void Realm. The droplets burst, turning into a sky full of white mist. The mist was extremely eerie, not like the smoke of the mortal world, but rather like the illusionary Qi exhaled by the legendary Mirage Dragon. In an instant, it completely swallowed the two figures, one gold and one red.
"Cough, cough... You Beast, what is this?!" From within the mist came the Qiankun Demon King's terrified roar. Immediately following that was a dull sound of something entering water.
WHOOSH— A night breeze blew by. Like a dream or a bubble, it dissipated with the wind.
You Wujiang hurriedly rushed forward, looking around. Except for a huge deep pit, it was empty. The arrogant Qiankun Demon King holding the Great Halberd, and the young girl with the blood-red cloak and strength to uproot mountains, were both... nowhere to be found.
Above the clouds. Wandering Dust Master's large sleeves fluttered, his feet stepping on the Void Realm. In his cloudy old eyes, two green lamps seemed to be flickering, dimming and brightening.
And opposite him, the Flood Dragon Demon stood with his hands behind his back, two withered Dragon horns on his forehead emitting a faint, chilling light. As the two confronted each other, under the pull of their Qi, the sea of clouds for dozens of miles around stopped moving.
"This Daoist will say it one last time." "Move aside."
Hearing this, the Flood Dragon Demon smiled insincerely and said: "If it were any other day, this old one would naturally retreat three leagues... but today, it concerns my White Flood Dragon Clan, so this path... cannot be yielded."
Before the words faded, BOOM—two auras erupted violently.
In martial arts cultivation, at Lotus Seed Perfection, the Spiritual Terrace is finally opened. By relying on the Spiritual Terrace, one can glimpse the tip of the iceberg of the Heavenly Dao. This is called—Mountain Gazing.
The Mountain Gazing Realm also has a distinction between Yin and Yang. Whether it is Human Cultivators or demonic species, none can escape these two paths of Yin and Yang.
Those of Yang Mountain have Qi and blood like a Dragon, their Physical Body becomes holy, and their strength is enough to uproot mountains and cover the world. With every punch and kick, they have the power to collapse mountains and break cliffs, cultivating an immortal Physical Body that is indestructible.
Those of Yin Mountain can let their spirit wander the Great Void, their techniques are divine, they can call wind and rain and turn beans into soldiers. In a single thought, they can change the world, cultivating the Primordial Spirit Leaving the Body with boundless magic power.
As the Old Ancestor of the White Flood Dragon Clan, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, the Flood Dragon Demon cultivated the Yin Mountain path.
It opened its mouth wide. WHOOSH—a stream of black Qi spewed out. The black Qi expanded in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a vast black sea, suspended above the Nine Heavens.
Inside the black sea, muddy waves surged into the sky, and eerie winds howled.
"Daoist." The Flood Dragon Demon stood at the crest of the black sea, looking down from a height. "This old one's Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Devouring Sea was refined from the black water of the extreme Yin lands of the Western Regions." "Today, I invite you to appreciate it!"
After speaking, it waved its large sleeve. RATTLE—the black sea surged, transforming into a giant black palm that covered the sky and sun, carrying thousands of evil ghosts as it slapped down towards Wandering Dust Master.
Wandering Dust Master watched the falling giant palm, his gray eyebrows raising slightly. The next second, he whipped his horsetail whisk angrily!
SWISH—Three thousand silver threads suddenly surged, like three thousand silver Dragons swimming upstream. They instantly pierced through the black sea, heading straight for the Flood Dragon Demon behind it.
"Hmm?!" The Flood Dragon Demon's expression changed. It knew this old Daoist was powerful, but it hadn't expected him to be powerful to this extent. With just one move, he had broken its technique.
"Good for you, old ox-nose!" The Flood Dragon Demon roared. It no longer held back. Its figure swayed, revealing its half-demon form. Its originally withered palm instantly transformed into a Dragon claw covered in ghostly white scales. It was chilling and sharp, peerless in its keenness.
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG—Sparks flew everywhere. The silver threads of the horsetail whisk were actually forced aside by this claw. The Flood Dragon Demon took advantage of the momentum to press forward. Demons had another advantage over Human Cultivators. Although it mainly cultivated Yin Mountain techniques, it was, after all, a Flood Dragon body, and its physical foundation was there. In close-quarters combat, it was not weak either.
"Die!" The sharp claw, like a hook, went straight for Wandering Dust Master's throat.
Wandering Dust Master stepped on the Seven Stars, his figure like willow catkins in the wind, drifting and uncertain. "If you only have this much skill, I fear you will have to leave these old bones of yours in the Great Tang today."
The Flood Dragon Demon was already anxious. It had been so long. Why was there still no movement from the Little Saint King? Hearing these words, it was even more furious.
"Arrogant!" ROAR—A Dragon's roar shook the heavens. Behind the Flood Dragon Demon, the black sea that had been scattered earlier condensed once again. This time, a pale, white full moon slowly rose within the black sea.
"Moon Fall!" The Flood Dragon Demon formed hand seals and pressed down violently. That pale white full moon, carrying the momentum of the entire black sea, crashed down with a boom.
This strike was a desperate measure. It did not seek to kill the enemy, only to hold this old Daoist off for a short while. As long as the Little Saint King could kill that Human Cultivator, its mission would be considered complete.
Facing this world-destroying strike, Wandering Dust Master finally stopped his footsteps. He looked up, and in his cloudy old eyes, those two green lamps suddenly brightened. He slowly extended a finger. At the tip of his finger, a point of green light ignited. That green light was initially like a bean, insignificant. But in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a great green sun, shining over the Nine Provinces.