Zhao Xuanyang coughed up blood and retreated. Jiang Wang was unscathed. A beautiful figure leaped out of the pitch-black vortex.
The surging demonic Qi, the terrifying aura, and the powerful aura that almost filled the entire Lightless Cave … were all evidence of the terrifying power of a true demon.
Even someone as powerful as Zhao Xuanyang, a Tianjiao god, was completely powerless in front of this existence!
Of course, she could only be Song Wanxi.
To be more precise, it was the Blood Puppet True Demon that Zhuang Chengqian had created by combining Song Wanxi's body and Song Hengjiang's soul.
At that time, Jiang Wang, who had absorbed Zhuang Chengqian's new soul origin, and Tian Shi, who had captured the Astray Path Divine Ability, had also inherited the Blood Puppet Brand and taken control of this Blood Puppet True Demon.
Unfortunately, when he inherited the Blood Puppet Brand, Song Wanxi had responded to the summons of the Myriad Worlds Desolate Tomb and left.
Jiang Wang couldn't stop her in time, and his soul couldn't respond at all. He could only leave behind a strand of consciousness.
That strand of consciousness was —
Return!
At that time, he simply couldn't bear to part with such a powerful force. He thought that when he went to the desolate border to hunt demons, he might be able to summon her to save him.
At that time, he didn't think that he would enter the Ancient Devil's Cave again.
The Ancient Devil's Cave was a product of the demon tide. Most of it had already been destroyed. What remained had been destroyed by the demonic Qi. They were very few in number, and their locations were extremely hidden. Even Zhuang Chengqian and Zhuang Chengqian didn't know of the existence of the one at the bottom of Qing River.
With the size of the Modern World, Jiang Wang really didn't know where else to hide the Ancient Devil's Cave.
Only a Tianjiao like Zhao Xuanyang, who had an ancient inheritance and a terrifying accumulation of knowledge, could think of using the Ancient Devil's Cave to avoid Ku Jue's pursuit.
This gave Jiang Wang a new choice.
When he was brought to the bottom of the lava by Zhao Xuanyang and recognized the Ancient Devil's Cave, he immediately called out. In this abandoned Devil's Cave, whose laws were completely different from the Modern World, he called out to his consciousness.
It was just a slight movement, so there was no need to worry about being detected. Later on, he had tried to explore the inner sanctum only to cover it up in front of Zhao Xuanyang.
However, Jiang Wang himself had no confidence at all. He did not know what state Song Wanxi was in after entering the Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb. Did something happen to her? He wasn't sure if his current cultivation base and Soul power were enough to summon the Blood Mane True Devil. Furthermore, he didn't know if his will still existed.
The Ancient Devil's Cave was the closest place to the Myriad Worlds Desolate Tomb. If he couldn't summon it here, then the Blood Puppet True Devil was basically useless.
Jiang Wang was just like all the other times when he had to make a choice. He did his best to struggle against the possibility that he didn't know if it would happen.
Just like Zhao Xuanyang, he waited anxiously during the long, unresponsive time.
The only difference was that he had to hide his anxiety. He did his best not to let Zhao Xuanyang see any clues.
Zhao Xuanyang didn't suspect anything.
The route was carefully planned by him, and this Ancient Devil's Cave was something he found by accident in his early years. Jiang Wang's Dao Energy was restrained, the Great Illusionary Land was isolated, and his Abhijina was sealed. There was no way he could turn the tables.
At the very least, even if Jiang Wang could unseal himself. What could he do? It would be nothing more than a repeat of that crushing battle. There was nothing to write home about.
Zhao Xuanyang was worried about the state of Jing and what would happen after he sent Jiang Wang to Mount Yujing.
As for Jiang Wang, he was caught after exhausting all his means and was captured after a battle. After he was captured, he tried to communicate with the Great Illusionary Land and tried to guide Zhao Xuanyang to the Snow Kingdom … he did everything he could.
Everything he tried before failed. He was defeated by Zhao Xuanyang's crushing battle power.
Only the Blood Puppet True Devil's call finally received a response after three days!
He didn't know what Song Wanxi had experienced in the Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb, or if she had just adapted to the True Devil's body. Today, she responded to Jiang Wang, but she was clearly stronger than when she fought the White Bones Evil God!
That day, the Blood Mane True Devil fought evenly against the strongest host body of the White Bones Evil God that had descended to this world.
Today, Song Wanxi's mere appearance was enough to make Jiang Wang feel a power that was as deep as the sea.
This time, Jiang Wang only provided a beacon and sent out a call. After she responded, she locked onto the path, opened the ancient passage, and temporarily descended into this Ancient Devil's Cave.
Then, she used her fingers to intercept the sword, preventing Jiang Wang from being injured. She easily shattered Zhao Xuanyang's famed sword, causing him to spit out blood and retreat.
It was as if there was heaven's will. But if Jiang Wang didn't give up and try his best, how could he wait for Song Wanxi to cross over?
Amidst the shattered wooden sword, Zhao Xuanyang spat out blood and retreated. He looked at Jiang Wang, his eyes full of disbelief. "You're really a devil?!"
Jiang Wang sighed. "Actually, I'm not …"
In a sense, the Blood Puppet True Devil was a true Devil. She cultivated Devil Arts, cultivated Devil Qi, and walked the Devil Path. She even had her own intelligence, which was probably limited to her instincts. She could live in the Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb.
But after all, she was just a corpse. She had no consciousness and was controlled by the Blood Puppet brand.
Zhuang Chengqian's talent and ruthlessness were rarely seen in the world to be able to refine such a puppet with Insightful Truth battle strength.
Jiang Wang had only inherited this Blood Puppet.
He had never truly raised a Devil, nor had he ever colluded with the Devil Race.
To be honest, Song Wanxi was more like a human spy that Jiang Wang had placed in the Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb.
However, Jiang Wang clearly didn't intend to explain too much to Zhao Xuanyang.
It had to be said that Zhao Xuanyang wasn't a very detestable person.
These few days of interaction had been an unforgettable experience for the two of them.
They were clearly two people who could've been friends, but because of their different standpoints, they had become enemies. Everyone was born in a web of dust. Everyone was more or less bound by something, and it was difficult for them to have true freedom.
In fact, the more they experienced, the harder it was for them to be free.
Therefore, when faced with Zhao Xuanyang's shocked and even pained gaze, Jiang Wang subconsciously explained.
But that was all he said.
After a sigh, he said, "Kill him."
There were no intense emotions, only a cold decision.
Zhao Xuanyang, who stood on the opposite side, who saw the Blood Puppet True Devil, who felt the Astray Path Theurgy and speculated … must die.
Song Wanxi's long hair danced in the wind. She took a step forward, her blood-red eyes cold and emotionless.
Zhao Xuanyang's eyes were bright, so bright that they filled the lightless Ancient Devil Cave with light!
"The remnant laws of the Ancient Devil Cave cannot support a True Devil for too long. Even if you invite a True Devil to descend, you may not be able to kill me! "
He formed a sword finger with his right hand, which was surrounded by golden light. The roaring sword qi immediately transformed into the shape of a dragon. There were nine dragons of sword qi, each with a powerful aura. They evolved into different sword techniques and danced around Song Wanxi, locking her in place.
It was as if nine sword experts were attacking Song Wanxi at the same time.
Zhao Xuanyang pressed with his left hand.
A golden Eight Trigrams Gate suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
This gate was grand and majestic, awe-inspiring and righteous.
When it appeared, it seemed to be suppressing everything.
It seemed to have brought a huge world with it, connecting to an unfathomable place.
The entire lightless Ancient Devil Cave's aura changed temporarily.
Earth, wind, water, fire, and elemental energy surged chaotically.
All spells and Theurgies were disrupted.
Zhao Xuanyang spoke in an imposing manner, but he was still prepared to escape. He activated his killer move to block Song Wanxi, then immediately summoned his escape treasure to leave this place.
This set of actions could be said to be extremely familiar.
But Song Wanxi had already arrived.
Facing the nine divine dragons of sword aura with terrifying killing power, she merely crossed her hands and pinched the nine divine dragons of sword aura into the shape of earthworms, easily crushing them!
When she reached out, she was already taking a step.
When she stepped out, she was still in front of Jiang Wang. When her foot landed, she was already in front of this golden Eight Trigrams Gate.
At this moment, she had just crushed the dragons of sword qi.
Her left hand hung down casually, only raising her right hand.
That beautiful jade-like palm turned into a palm knife. It looked as white as snow, as delicate as jade.
With just a light poke …
Boom!
Like a flame flower exploding in mid-air, light and flames scattered all over the sky.
This golden Eight Trigrams Gate with an ancient aura was directly pierced through!
This was a treasure passed down from Mount Yujing, but it shattered so easily.
Just like the insurmountable gap between Zhao Xuanyang and Jiang Wang, there was also a huge gap between the Divinity and the Truth Insight!
No matter how strong the magic item, in the hands of Zhao Xuanyang, who was in the Divinity stage, it could not resist Song Wanxi, who had the power of the True Demon.
With the spell broken and the magic item destroyed, Zhao Xuanyang spat out another mouthful of blood!
But this time, what he spat out was golden blood.
Golden rain fell in this ancient demonic cave.
In the golden rain, Song Wanxi was even more beautiful. It was hard to believe that she was actually from the same clan as those filthy and evil Yin Demons.
Zhao Xuanyang used his injury to spit out a rain of blood. The golden raindrops were not mixed. Each drop had a clear outline, a nearly perfect oval shape, and they did not interfere with each other.
Like golden melon seeds. Jiang Wang thought silently.
"This is the blood of my heart, the blood of the gods." Zhao Xuanyang formed a sword with his fingers, his aura majestic, "Demon, die with me!"
Drop after drop of golden blood suddenly changed in mid-air, actually arranging into an extremely complicated and majestic pattern.
It was like an ancient star map, but Jiang Wang could not recognize it and did not know where it should be in the sky.
Zhao Xuanyang fought bitterly without end, spitting out blood to form a formation. Indeed, it lived up to the name of Tianjiao.
The golden blood formed a large formation, immediately stirring up power, gathering momentum and manifesting outwards. On this complicated and majestic golden rain star map, the image of a golden-armored warrior vaguely appeared, instantly solidifying!
This warrior had a tall figure, his golden armor dazzling, and his divine might obvious.
The moment he solidified, he looked at Song Wanxi, his battle intent soaring to the heavens!
But almost at the instant he solidified, Song Wanxi had already arrived in front of him.
A pair of white and tender palms, which could even be called delicate, lightly touched the golden-armored warrior's two arms, pulling them apart!
The golden-armored warrior let out a cry of pain, as if he really had spirituality.
But no matter how miraculous his manifestation was, no matter how great a price Zhao Xuanyang had to pay.
At this moment, his arms had been torn off by Song Wanxi!
The two golden-armored arms began to crumble in the air.
And Song Wanxi took advantage of the situation, moving forward with a headbutt!
A beautiful woman used her unprotected and beautiful head to smash a golden-armored warrior. She used her forehead, as smooth as snow, to hit the golden helmet that looked very hard.
What kind of scene was this?
What kind of savage fighting style was this?
Zhao Xuanyang could not be surprised.
Because Song Wanxi's headbutt had just landed, the collision had just occurred, and the guardian warrior he had summoned with "heart blood" and "divine blood" had already crumbled into flowing light!
It could not withstand a complete blow!
And Song Wanxi's beautiful forehead was still bright and clean, without even a red mark. There was no possibility of her being injured.
The difference in power was so obvious.
She had already closed in!
A round phoenix carved jade pendant hanging from Zhao Xuanyang's waist immediately let out the cry of a phoenix.
This was a protective treasure passed down by his sect, enough to withstand a blow from a Perfected Person.
The sound was clear and seemed to move the nine heavens. It sounded noble, powerful, and inviolable.
But it abruptly stopped.
It was like an old hen that had suddenly been grabbed by the neck.
A slender hand just happened to squeeze the round phoenix carved jade pendant. With a light squeeze, the jade pendant shattered into pieces that floated down.
The phoenix cry was cut off.
The Perfected Person of the present age could see the truth, and so could the True Demon.
Song Wanxi's first attack at close range was aimed at this protective treasure.
After crushing the jade pendant, her hands reached out again.
Zhao Xuanyang's hands that had been forming seals were caught. There was no way to dodge, no way to resist!
Song Wanxi's bloody eyes were emotionless. Her face was expressionless. She simply pulled with both hands —
As blood sprayed, Zhao Xuanyang's arms were torn off!
As Zhao Xuanyang made an expression of uncontrollable pain, Song Wanxi repeated the same move, her head smashing down again.
It was not that she only knew how to do this, but that she only needed to do this due to her great power!
Simple, efficient, and cruel!
Seeing that beautiful face come closer and closer, seeing that flamboyant black hair dance, Zhao Xuanyang seemed to see a bottomless abyss.
Time seemed to freeze.
No.
Zhao Xuanyang quickly realized that it was not time that had frozen, nor was it the dazed moment before death.
It was that beautiful Devil's head. It really had stopped.
Was he … saved?
Only now did he hear Jiang Wang's voice —
"Zhao Xuanyang is a good-looking man. Don't hurt his face."
What should I say? He thought.
This brat finally has some conscience?
If you have the guts, then let me go!
Tsk! You demonic dog, why do you have to pretend to be kind here?
But in the end, he struggled to say, "Zhao Xuanyang is also a man who cherishes his life! Don't … "
This was the only sentence he could say.
That was because the Evil Woman's palm had already cut open his heart.
That was such a cold and decisive feeling.
His Heavenly Palace, five Inner Palaces, and the Profound Divine Palace had also been cut open.
From then on, the Five Palaces Sea was silent, the Hidden Star Sea sank, and the Primordial Spirit Sea was dark without light!
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