Chapter 3: The Great Battle Between Immortals and Demons

  The arrival of Wang Daozhong caused a great stir among the cultivators who had been wandering in the wilderness. It's worth noting that, as a Yuan Ying period cultivator, Wang Daozhong was already an invincible symbol in the Yang Realm. He personally commanded this battle, which shows how much importance he attached to it.

  But this time, Wang Daozhong indeed came with a full load of chips. He raised his eyes and looked at the Xiu Xian Zhen team, saying loudly,

  "Cultivators, tonight in the Yang Realm is our cultivators' world. Today, we will stop the demonic tribe's footsteps and make their wish to obtain the 200th realm come to nothing."

  "I believe that this is not only a turning point for the Yang realm, but also a turning point for the entire Xianxia realm. We must thoroughly defeat the Demon Clan in this place."

  His words echoed above the wilderness for a long time, and suddenly triggered a loud and neat shout.

  Wang Daozhong, as the leader, not only had strong strength but also understood the way of leading troops. His statement was obviously well thought out and prepared. After the atmosphere of the cultivators calmed down, he continued to say:

  "Tonight, according to my accurate intelligence, the demon clan's Shura-level strongman Qing Shan has fallen, and is currently in a crucial closed-door training phase, unable to come out and fight. Now is our best opportunity to launch an attack, for the sake of the Yang Realm, let's attack!!!"

  As soon as this sentence came out, the entire Xian cultivator team's passion reached a peak, they loudly shouted and killed, rushing forward.

  Wang Daozhong looked at the scene in front of him, and from his smile, it could be seen that he was extremely satisfied. He had been preparing for this day for almost a year.

  The Demon Clan has expanded its power extremely rapidly over the past hundred years, almost every five years, it will take away one realm from the Cultivators, while the Cultivators are retreating step by step, although they have not suffered a crushing defeat, but looking at the number of realms they own, 161 realms is already less than the 199 realms owned by the Demon Clan.

  While in the Yang realm, it is currently the only place where the demon tribe and the immortal cultivation world are still engaged in a fierce battle. The cultivators have sent out a master of the Yuan Ying period, while the demon tribe has sent out a strong Shura-level fighter. Both sides are evenly matched, and it seems that another five years are approaching. Wang Daozhong was also restless, secretly setting up spies on the side of the demon tribe, obtaining important intelligence, and thus starting a major battle tonight, determined to defeat the demon tribe in one fell swoop.

  This time in battle, the fifty Golden Dan cultivators under his command also came out in full force, displaying a desperate and all-out momentum.

  If the intelligence is true, this battle should be easily won.

  For the demon clan of the Yang realm, it's not an exaggeration to say that a Shura can hold up half the sky. Here, there is only one Shura-level strongman, and that is Qing Shan Dao. Without Qing Shan Dao, the demon clan team is basically at the mercy of Wang Daozhong's slaughter.

  Wang Daozhong gazed at the radiant light that filled the sky, and in the darkness of night, it shone with a soft rustling sound. He too did not say another word, but instead his figure flashed once, and then vanished into thin air.

  On the open plains, the demonic army's morale was completely depleted, and they retreated swiftly.

  "Three demonic nightwalker-class powerhouses have been slain~~~~~"

  "Seventy-eight Demon Tribe God-tier powerhouses have been killed~~~~~"

  One by one, the battle reports reached Wang Daozhong's ears. From these reports, he felt the demon clan's reluctance to fight and further confirmed the accuracy of the previous information.

  "It's great~~~" He thought in his heart, but his eyes were like an eagle, sharp and staring at a dark-colored door in front of him.

  Behind this door is the lair of the Demon Clan, although it has been heavily sealed with restrictions, however, for a Yuan Ying stage cultivator, breaking through is not an extremely difficult task.

  His hands swung slowly in the darkness, and the air seemed to stagnate before him. Strands of firelight flickered out in the air, flashing on and off.

  The grassland on the vast wilderness turned yellow at an extremely fast speed, and then scattered into dust. On the magic gate, a dark golden light flashed brightly. The door was shaking violently, as if it was trying its best to resist the power of the devil's path.

  However, as the sleeves of Wang Dao's robe continued to flutter, flames were flashing everywhere in the air, and the dark golden light on the door was also gradually dimming.

  "As the last wisp of the dark golden light faded away, Wang Dao let out a loud roar that shook the universe, like thunder rumbling. Countless flames, as if hearing a battle horn, wildly charged at the gate. The demon gate instantly dispersed like smoke and dust."

  However, after the demon gate was opened, thirty-six thick black smokes flew out extremely quickly from inside the door. The black smoke rolled in, and in an instant, it had already surrounded Wang Daozhong with a speed that was too fast to be seen or heard.

  Wang Daozhong concentrated his mind and looked carefully, only to find that he was surrounded by thirty-six powerful Rakshas.

  Unexpectedly, inside the Demon Clan's gate, they were already prepared. Although Wang Daozhong was greatly shocked, he wasn't afraid at all. His hands were hidden in his sleeves, maintaining an attacking posture.

  At this time, he also heard a familiar loud laugh.

  "Wang Daozhong, old friend, it's been a long time since we last met. How have you been?"

  This loud laughter suddenly made Wang Daozhong's heart sink to the bottom of the valley. How could he not recognize this voice? It was indeed Qing ShanDao, and as soon as he said this sentence, it meant that he had not been in seclusion, but was waiting for his arrival at this place.

  So it seems that the intelligence Wang Daozhong had obtained earlier was false.

  In Wang Daozhong's heart, a strong sense of danger surged forth. He didn't say another word and suddenly flew towards the nearest powerful Yecha tribe member, launching an attack.

  His figure was like lightning, but just as he made his move, all thirty-six powerful Yaksha warriors raised their hands. As they lifted their hands, the sky above churned with black smoke, enveloping everyone in the area.

  That powerful Yaksha, seemed to be oblivious to Wang Daozhong's attack. However, in front of him, there was a barrier-like presence that blocked Wang Daozhong's attack with a loud "Boom".

  A powerful Yaksha, unexpectedly blocked his Yuan Ying-level attack, which was a shock to the core of Wang Dao, and at the same time, he also immediately realized that these thirty-six Yakshas had set up a strange formation, and he himself had been trapped by this formation.

  Qing Shan fell at this moment, and from his bosom, he took out a dark object and threw it into the air. The object grew bigger and bigger in mid-air, finally covering the 36 powerful Rakshasa warriors above, just as the rolling thick smoke supported it.

  The object is arched in shape, with a large hole in the center and four small holes evenly arranged on both sides, clearly resembling the shape of a bridge.

  Wang Daozhong saw it and his face changed greatly, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

  "Naihe Bridge~~~~~~"

  Under the cover of night

  Zhang Chong lay under the corpse of the Moon Wolf, his mouth now slack and open, with a thick stream of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. The shape was terrifying, but this blood wasn't his, it was the Moon Wolf's.

  After a long time, Zhang Chong slowly woke up. His first feeling was the stench at the corner of his mouth, and his second feeling was the icy cold body of the Moon Wolf corpse still pressing down on him.

  "Could it be that Ge killed the Moon Wolf?" His heart was clearly incredulous about this point. However, he soon turned into a state of frenzied excitement.

  "Haha, as expected, good teeth means a good appetite. Brother often eats at Shuiyun Pavilion, and this toothy mouth is indeed good. Even the Lunar Wolf was bitten to death by brother. Haha, these are four second-grade crystal stones."

  Looking at the corpse of the Moon Wolf in front of him, Zhang Chong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

  At this time, he also saw in the distance, a sky filled with fluttering lights.

  Those rays of light were darting back and forth in the sky, with one or two occasionally falling to the ground. The radiance shone brightly in Zhang Chong's eyes, causing him to swallow hard.

  "My goodness, so many rays of light, what a treasure! It seems that Brother is not dead yet, and there must be good fortune to come. Today, Brother will prosper."

  With a yearning heart, Zhang Chong quickly buried the corpses of the Moon Wolf and Wild Rabbit, and then marked them with a mark that only he could recognize. After that, he ran excitedly in that direction.

  But in mid-air, Wang Daozhong's expression had already changed greatly. In the chaotic battle, he charged left and right, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break out of the encirclement set up by the thirty-six powerful Night Yaksha tribe members. And to make matters worse, Naihe Bridge was pressing down on him with boundless pressure.

  Although he had never seen it before, he knew the power of Naihe Bridge, which could trap the primordial spirit of a cultivator in the Yuan period with its law treasure. Looking at the current formation, Qing Shan obviously wanted to put him to death.

  Looking at the green mountain falling to one side with a cold smile, Wang Daozhong had a hint of unwillingness in his heart. He was unwilling to lose like this and become the stepping stone for the demon clan to obtain the second hundred realms.

  But everything can't be stopped by him.

  "Green hills turned upside down, I am not reconciled."

  Wang Daozhong let out a loud roar, biting his tongue and spitting out blood. As the blood splattered everywhere, countless rays of light flashed around him, and the thirty-six powerful Rakshasa warriors surrounding him simultaneously spat out blood and fell to the ground.

  Wang Daozhong's body also burst open with the explosion of light. Wave after wave of fireballs, carrying a thunder-like momentum, crazily smashed towards the ground.

  Qing Shan stretched out his giant palm and blocked several fireballs that rushed in front of him, saying lightly.

  "When both the primary spirit and the secondary spirit are extinguished, one cannot be reborn. On this path of Tao, what is the point of your struggle?"

  The moonlight moved slowly, and finally it shone directly on the tomb in front of Nagano and Wakō. Under the moonlight, a very faint indentation appeared on the tombstone.

  "It's exactly this one." Nagano concealed the excitement in his heart and took out a pale green ring from his body. The ring also showed an ancient color, and when Nagano brought the ring close to the tombstone, he would find that the shape of the ring was identical to the shape of the tombstone, with no difference in size.

  At that moment when the ring was attached, a green glow emanated from the tombstone, and then, in an instant, it sucked the ring in.

  The entire tombstone turned a pale green in an instant, which was quite pleasing to the eye. As the color changed, the back of the tombstone slowly rose, leveling with the tombstone itself.

  The tombstone at this moment was like a light green door, windless and automatic, slowly making a "creak" sound, opening.

  At the same time as it opened, the color on the tombstone disappeared again, and the ring fell down as if it had no suction, and Nagano Laozu took a step forward to catch it in his hand.

  He turned around, just about to say something to Ruoguang.

  But saw Ruoguang's face, full of terrified look.

  "What's wrong," just as Nagano Laozu was about to ask this sentence, a huge fireball suddenly appeared behind him, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed him and Ruoguang into the sea of flames.

  But the flames came quickly and went just as fast, the tombstone seemed to have a mysterious power protecting it, not even a scratch was left. However, Nagano no Okina and Wakō were blown away without leaving any remains.

  On the empty ground, there was only a large pit, and in the center of the pit, a pale green ring fell there.