Chapter 1 He came from Blood Prison, riding a giant panda

  "You cultivators opposite, listen up! Continuing to fight will only lead to more casualties. Surrender now and we can still take you in. Later, those ordinary people will also be able to let you choose some warm beds to do things."

  The evil leader, Xie Tianzun, was full of energy, and with one loud roar, he shook the entire realm, his power was extraordinary.

  The Tianyuan Small Boundary, the two armies faced off, and the Xiu Zhen Great Boundary's 100,000 evil cultivators blasted open the boundary river, killing their way into the long-sealed Tianyuan Small Boundary. Tens of thousands of cultivators rushed to the battlefield, and the winds howled and clouds surged. The two armies clashed, each suffering casualties, but the Tianyuan Boundary was outnumbered, vastly inferior in numbers, and fell into a desperate situation.

  "Humph! As a cultivator, it is our duty to protect the mortal realm. How can we join forces with you evil cultivators? Lin Sect Leader, do you still have the strength for one more battle?"

  The abbot of Luokesi Temple, Kongshan Dashi, took a step forward and glared with anger.

  "I will do my best and not regret it even if I die a thousand times!"

  Kunlun Sect Master Lin stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, standing beside Fang Zhang, pointing his sword at the 100,000 evil cultivators, with an aura like a rainbow.

  The Tianyuan realm and the Xiuzhen realm have been isolated for a long time, the spiritual energy has become thinner year by year, there are less than 10,000 cultivators, facing more than ten times their own evil cultivators, they show no fear, determined to fight to the death.

  The violent energy of the Tianyuan realm is rampant, and the boundary river is on the verge of collapse. Although the Tianyuan realm has a protective boundary to support and protect it, it is still at an absolute disadvantage, precarious and on the verge of collapse.

  "In this time of crisis for the Tianyuan, there is still a master uncle in our Buddhist sect who can help me. Please lend me your assistance!" Just then, an old monk emerged from among the Buddha statues in the Ming Guang Temple, his body thin as a stick, but with a divine light flashing in his eyes. He produced a talisman from his robes.

  The Tianyuan cultivators were all shocked, never expecting that there was still a great power in the world! A hundred years ago, the ancient great powers fell for some unknown reason, and the Tianyuan realm urgently closed the boundary river, barely surviving.

  How many people at this moment are filled with hot tears, without the protection of the ancient great power, life in the Tianyuan realm is extremely difficult. Today, they were even deceived by evil cultivators and forced to a desperate situation, only to find that there was only one great power left.

  A sense of sorrow and grief spread among the Tianyuan cultivators.

  Endless power poured into that golden talisman, and in an instant, a brilliant light illuminated everything, causing many people to be deeply moved.

  The Great Power can still change the world, and the Heavenly Yuan Boundary is not without opportunities to rise again!

  This is a teleportation talisman. Judging from the movement, the cultivator's power is extremely high. Everyone else has no more scruples and infuses all their strength into the talisman.

  The monk who took out the talisman was already old and his name was not well-known. If he had taken out this talisman in the past, no one would have paid attention to it. Even just now, at first, everyone had held back, only pouring in a small portion of their power. It wasn't until they saw the massive commotion that they went all out. At the same time, the monk was also extremely excited, never having thought that this talisman would actually be useful. When he had taken it out just now, his heart was still filled with trepidation, fearing that this talisman was nothing more than a useless piece of paper.

  "Not good, stop them quickly! Join hands to break open their boundary!" Seeing the dying resistance of the Tianyuan Sect's cultivators making such a big commotion, the opposing evil cultivators knew something was wrong and numerous magical artifacts and instruments surged forward to attack the defensive boundary.

  "The situation is critical, I beg of you all, do not hold back any longer, success or failure will be decided in this one move."

  The great master of the empty mountain has high virtue and prestige, seeing this moment of life and death, loudly and urgently calls out.

  Everyone no longer holds back, pouring all their hopes into this summoning symbol.

  Just as the seal was about to break, one of the talismans emitting a million rays of golden light dimmed, and immediately afterwards, a powerful and fierce aura burst out.

  One hundred thousand evil cultivators broke through the boundary river and opened up a new realm, their determination was naturally unshakeable. However, at this moment, under the pressure of the powerful aura, everyone's heart was greatly shocked, and those with lower cultivation even retreated several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood wildly.

  A small talisman turned into a massive black whirlpool that swallowed everything in its path.

  Right away.

  A blood-red huge gate burst open with a loud bang.

  The Tianyuan cultivator was shocked.

  Xia Xiu was shocked.

  Everyone was shocked into speechlessness by that blood-colored giant gate, and even the evil cultivators who had been attacking the boundary seal just a moment before stopped involuntarily.

  The crimson gate gradually became clear.

  A spatial channel was erected, and the wails and roars of the demons came from the blood-colored gate, one after another.

  The Tianyuan cultivators felt as if their heads had been smashed with a huge hammer, their mouths agape, while the faces of the 100,000 evil cultivators were even more bizarre. Some people even wanted to burst out laughing, but due to some concerns, they didn't make a sound.

  "Boom!"

  "Uh..."

  A deafening crash was accompanied by a pained howl, as an enormous figure burst forth from the crimson gates.

  It seems like it was beaten out of him.

  As everyone saw the huge object that was over a hundred feet long, they couldn't help but blink wildly and take in a mouthful of cold air.

  The one being brutally beaten was actually a Black Scaled Magic Dragon.

  That's right.

  The Crimson Gate leads to the Crimson Prison!

  The Blood Prison can be said to be a very special place in the Cultivation Realm, it is a world of slaughter and bloodshed. Even those evil cultivators didn't dare to enter the Blood Prison, and even in the Cultivation Realm, if someone dared to stay outside the Blood Prison for a few minutes, that would be considered a heroic existence. For thousands of years, many people have died in the Blood Prison just to get the title of hero, and only a handful of people can come out alive. What's more frightening is that even after death, one cannot rest in peace, but will transform into a blood skull, throwing oneself into unconscious slaughter, until finally, the soul fire becomes nothingness.

  Blood Prison is a forbidden place for ordinary cultivators, but for demons and monsters, it's an existence like paradise.

  Yao is the embodiment of heaven and earth, all things are transformed, after a long time, they become a tribe. Mo is the blood method cultivator, not tolerated by the orthodox cultivator, countless souls and fresh blood are absolutely the most wonderful supplements for Yao and Mo.

  Only the strongest of existences can survive for a long time in the Blood Prison. In the past, the demons that occupied the three realms were killed by the Orthodox cultivators and fled in disarray. The Blood Prison only produced 72 great demon heads, which built 72 blood-killing pools at the cost of their own cultivation, stubbornly blocking the footsteps of the cultivator army. Many talented and beautiful characters were also helpless in front of the blood-killing pool. Although the demons lost one realm, they gained time to rest and recover, while the cultivators fell into chaos for the sake of taking down one realm, causing the entire cultivation world to enter a delicate balance.

  Thus, after the great disaster, the Blood Prison became a sacred place for both the demon and monster tribes. The greatest dream of countless descendants of demons and monsters was to one day take control of the Blood Prison.

  The Hei Lin Mo Long, in the Blood Prison, was also an existence that couldn't be underestimated. Relying on its strong and absolute bloodline power, it had dominated a region for generations, and was already extremely renowned among the demon clans. Yet at this moment, a fully grown magic dragon was actually beaten to the point of looking like a dead dog.

  What is summoned?

  It's impossible for him to be a cultivator of the Righteous Path, everyone knows that the Blood Prison is the holy land of demons and monsters. How could the great demon king who has dominated the Blood Prison for years allow a cultivator to run amok in his own lair?

  So, is it a big devil?

  The Tianyuan cultivator's expression turned tense for a moment.

  The 100,000 evil cultivators attacking the Tianyuan realm were filled with anticipation. As outcasts among cultivators, they had only occupied a few lawless areas to tyrannize and bully others. In fact, evil cultivators were rather close to the demon race; if given the chance, it was likely that these evil cultivators would not mind switching to demonic cultivation and surrendering to the demon race's embrace.

  All eyes were focused on that blood-red gate.

  Tension, anticipation, fear, excitement...

  No matter what, what's meant to come out will always come out.

  A round and chubby big head poked out from the extremely tall crimson gate, although that head was not small, but compared to the tall crimson gate or the huge demon dragon, it looked much smaller in size.

  A pair of bear paws stretched out in front and back, with half of its body exposed.

  What is this?

  The evil cultivators who were full of expectation had their mouths twitching, what is this? An ordinary animal that doesn't even have a bit of energy? And it still has a silly-looking face?

  But soon, the evil cultivators who had just turned this idea over in their minds felt a chill run down their spines. The nearly crippled magic dragon was right in front of them, and even though it was severely injured, its innate aura still made their hearts tremble with fear.

  Is this a panda?

  Cultivators with insight felt that the black and white animal was very similar to the legendary divine beast, the Xiong Mao. Could it be that this bear was a guardian divine beast left behind by some powerful being? It's possible! And looking at how large this bear was, it must be incredibly powerful, able to defeat even the fearsome demon dragon. Many people's hearts were once again filled with fervor.

  More eyes were cast on the thin old monk who took out the talisman, wanting to get some definite answers from him.

  However, the old monk didn't know that at the time when the Blood-colored Gate was blocking the Tianyuan border, he had already tensely sweated and could only look forward to the giant panda that turned its head and looked around.

  The panda seemed to be amazed at the magical blood-colored gate, with a world vastly different in front of and behind it. It paused for a moment, but upon seeing the dragon covered in **, it charged forward without hesitation.

  The panda was incredibly fast, and under the gaze of countless people who were shocked and frightened, it struck the demonic dragon that was not far from the Blood-Colored Gate with a single palm, causing its skin to split open.

  Even the slightest vibration of the ground can be felt.

  What tremendous power!

  A grown-up demon dragon was actually shaken to death with just one palm.

  Where is even a bit of kindness? It's utterly brutal!

  But sharp-eyed people saw a person on the giant panda's back.

  Yes, it is indeed a person.

  The little house-sized panda looked a bit small in front of the magic dragon, but compared to a young boy, it was already quite large.

  What kind of person is this young man? He's actually riding on the back of such a ferocious beast?

  Great Demon King? Demon King?

  Is it Shura?!

  The riverbank was surrounded by a cold wind for a while.