dognovel Chapter 1071 Will the Evil God Never Fall?
Chapter 1071 Will the Evil God Never Fall?
"This is... an Earth Immortal?"
The old man from the Blood Demon Cult was stunned by the familiar aura he sensed, and a sense of apprehension rose involuntarily in his heart.
But how could a Celestial Immortal possibly appear on Qingyuan Star?
It was Qingyuan Star Capital 100,000 years ago...
The Blood Demon Cult elder forcibly suppressed the unease in his heart, and relying on his numerical superiority, he still forced a calm roar, "Attack! Kill them!"
However, this time, the situation has changed dramatically.
Su Mingyi flashed and appeared like a ghost among the Blood Demon Cult members.
He brandished his longsword, drawing mysterious sword marks like a dancing fairy, each strike precisely hitting the enemy's vitals.
Wherever the sword light passed, the Blood Demon Cult members fell like harvested wheat, without even having time to scream.
"The Big Dipper Sword Technique!" Su Mingyi roared, his long sword drawing the trajectory of the Big Dipper in the air, and terrifying sword energy poured down like a meteor shower.
In an instant, more than a dozen Blood Demon Cult members were killed by the sharp sword energy.
Xie Ziliang was equally unyielding; his spear moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, each thrust accompanied by the sound of crashing waves breaking through the air.
He practiced the Xie family's ancestral Overlord Spear Technique, which, combined with his breakthrough in cultivation, made him even more powerful, multiplying his strength.
It must be said that the Xie family has a profound foundation, and it is also a matter of fate that the people in the dilapidated temple have with the Xie family.
"Overlord Breaks the Formation!" Xie Ziliang thrust out with his spear, the spear light sweeping across like a bolt of lightning, blasting all the Blood Demon Cult members in front of him away like Mount Tai crushing an egg.
Xie Zihan gently waved his folding fan, and countless wind blades, like sprites appearing out of thin air, rained down on the enemy. His wind magic, honed over this period, had reached its pinnacle.
"The wind swept away the clouds!" A fierce wind arose, and the Blood Demon Cultists were scattered and their formation was thrown into chaos like a disturbed swarm of bees.
Xie Ziwei's long whip was even more unpredictable, moving like a venomous snake. Each strike was as swift as lightning, accurately entangled the enemy's weapon or struck a vital point. Her movements were light and graceful, weaving freely through the enemy ranks like a butterfly in flight.
"A beautiful woman adds fragrance to the room!"
The long whip danced in the air like a serpent, forming a blood-red lotus flower, beautiful yet deadly.
Those Blood Demon cultists who approached were all injured by the whip's shadow and fell like autumn leaves.
When Yu Shuheng saw that Su Mingyi had finally arrived, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief!
This battle held completely different significance for Su Mingyi and the people in the dilapidated temple.
So, he and Su Xiaoya couldn't help but exchange a glance, and instantly made a tacit decision—he would play support and protect the mage!
The most satisfying way to avenge someone is to do it yourself!
This time, the home field was given to Su Mingyi and his team, allowing Su Mingyi to completely destroy the seed of inner demons.
"Everyone, attack together! Eradicate the Blood Demon Cult!"
Yu Shuheng suddenly shouted out in a relaxed manner, almost making Su Xiaoya burst out laughing—sure enough, chuunibyou teenagers are everywhere.
Despite the laughter, both of them were quite fast at working.
Su Xiaoya's support abilities were as gentle as a spring breeze. She formed hand seals, and beams of healing light showered upon everyone like sweet rain, allowing their injuries to heal rapidly like withered trees in spring, keeping their combat power at its peak.
"Big brother, go for it!" Su Xiaoya cheered for Su Mingyi while casting her spell. Her voice was as clear and melodious as a nightingale singing in a valley.
Seeing this, the elder of the Blood Demon Cult knew that the situation was hopeless, but he was unwilling to accept defeat.
He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his hands formed hand seals as fast as the wind.
"Blood Demon Disintegration Technique!" His body swelled up like an inflating balloon, his muscles bulging as if forged from steel, his height increasing to over three zhang, and his whole body exuding a terrifying bloodthirsty aura, as if he were a demon from hell.
This is a forbidden technique of the Blood Demon Cult. It can increase combat power several times over in a short period of time, but the price is the rapid depletion of life force, like drinking poison to quench thirst.
"Die!" The Blood Demon Cult elder roared as he charged toward Su Mingyi, his fist carrying earth-shattering power, smashing toward Su Mingyi like Mount Tai crushing an egg.
Su Mingyi's eyes narrowed, knowing that this was the final battle.
He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy within his body surged wildly like a raging torrent. Behind him, a huge sword shadow slowly emerged like Mount Tai.
"This is... the materialization of sword intent?" Xie Ziliang stared at the scene in shock, as if he were witnessing the end of the world.
The materialization of sword intent is a realm that sword cultivators dream of, requiring a profound understanding of the way of the sword to achieve.
Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for a while, Brother Su Mingyi had already comprehended the materialization of sword intent, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, reborn from the ashes.
"cut!"
Su Mingyi unleashed a sword strike, the massive sword shadow piercing the sun like a rainbow, carrying a world-destroying power, colliding with the fist of the Blood Demon Cult elder, producing a deafening roar.
In an instant, light radiated and sword energy crisscrossed. The point where the sword shadows and the fist intersected seemed to be the center of the universe, where all power converged.
Sword energy and blood demon energy intertwined and entwined, forming a dazzling pillar of light.
The Blood Demon Cult elder's fist was as fragile as paper in front of the sword shadows and was directly shattered.
Blood splattered everywhere, falling like rain.
However, the sword's momentum remained undiminished, continuing to slash at him.
The old man from the Blood Demon Cult stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.
He tried his best to defend against the sword shadows, but it was all in vain.
The sword shadows were like an insurmountable mountain, relentlessly pressing down on him.
In this breathtaking moment, time seemed to stand still.
The surrounding air was distorted and deformed by this terrifying force, the ground was torn into deep ravines, and all the surrounding trees were uprooted.
Finally, the sword shadow and the Blood Demon Cult elder's body collided like two meteors, producing a deafening roar that seemed to tear the entire world apart.
The old man of the Blood Demon Cult's body shattered instantly, like a fragile piece of porcelain, turning into countless fragments that scattered across the ground like snowflakes.
The blood demon elder's mournful laughter echoed in the air: "Hahaha... You think killing me is the end? Hahaha... The Evil God will never fall! Hahaha... Every time the Evil God is reborn, his power increases like a volcanic eruption. Hahaha... You... you... you... you all... will all die!"
After he finished speaking, his body vanished completely like smoke.
Su Mingyi stood still, his breath rising and falling slightly, like a steady mountain. His eyes revealed a hint of fatigue, but even more so, a steely determination and confidence.
The sword in his hand still gleamed faintly, as if telling the story of the thrilling battle that had just taken place. Its light was like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with an indomitable will.
However, his brows furrowed involuntarily, as if enveloped by an invisible pressure: "An evil god reborn?"
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened, as if shrouded by a huge black cloth, and a terrifying pressure came from afar like a tidal wave.