chsdbacks Chapter 132: The Power of the Divine Realm
Chapter 132: The Power of the Divine Realm
"We meet again, Zhang Ping."
The Demon Lord's voice was calm, even carrying a tone of reunion with an old friend.
At the summit, Zhang Ping looked at the suddenly appearing Demon Lord, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
He glanced back at Miao Caixin; there was still half an hour before the essence gu was fully refined.
The situation within the city had already collapsed, and the demonic formation began frantically draining the power of the city's warriors. The Demon Lord's appearance at this moment was undoubtedly the final step in his plan.
Following Zhang Ping's gaze, the Demon Lord looked with a sigh at Miao Caixin's figure as she refined the Gu poison.
He uttered a cryptic statement: "The Xuanming Alchemy Method... I never expected to see it again, only to find it being used to refine mere third-rate spirit insects."
Outside the light barrier, the three demon kings, seeing the Demon Lord descend, all rushed into the light barrier.
"Greetings, Demon Lord!"
The sight of a hundred-meter-tall troll bowing down to a tiny, middle-aged human was unsettling.
Many martial artists in the city looked up, their fear mixed with an irrepressible curiosity.
"Hmm." The Demon Lord nodded slightly, then turned his gaze back to Zhang Ping. "How have you considered my suggestion from last time?"
"To be your great general?" Zhang Ping's long sword had already materialized, and his aura was tense, ready to be on guard at any moment.
With half an hour remaining until the essence gu was successfully refined, the Demon Lord's desire to chat at this time was exactly what he wanted.
He spoke first: "You want me to work for you? Show some sincerity and let me and the King of Southern Xinjiang leave."
A slight smile appeared on the Demon Lord's face as he slowly shook his head.
"She must die before the day itself. That's the plan."
"It is also the core of the formation."
A plan? A formation?
Zhang Ping couldn't fully understand his words, but the word "array" was enough to remind him of the light screen that demons had set up in the royal city.
Just as Zhang Ping was lost in thought, the Demon Lord casually waved his hand.
The three-headed demon Black Tiger King immediately charged towards the sacred mountain, his murderous aura palpable!
"roar--"
The three demons moved together, their power shaking the heavens!
Zhang Ping took a deep breath. There was no way back; he could only move forward!
"bring it on..."
In his pupils, dense black blood energy instantly spread, devouring all the whites of his eyes and turning them into pure black.
All the hidden beast patterns within his body were fully activated at this moment, and his power soared to an unprecedented peak!
"Ghost Blade! Activate!"
A terrifying blade of energy, tearing through the sky and accompanied by a fierce roar, slashed fiercely towards the Black Tiger King!
At the same time, a surge of black blood energy, mixed with sinister power, erupted out, enveloping the entire mountain peak like an ink tide.
Black Tiger King's pupils contracted, and its four massive amethyst wings flapped violently, condensing the violent wind power into countless wind blades, which converged into a roaring tornado column to meet the blade light.
boom!
The blade's energy cleaved through the wind pillar, its momentum undiminished! The Flame King opened its massive maw, and a crimson pillar of fire erupted forth!
"Thunder and lightning!"
Suppressed by the formation, Sha Kui was unable to summon thunderclouds, but it had already transformed into a giant form before entering the formation. A blinding white bolt of lightning tore through the air and struck!
Zhang Ping caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and with a casual gesture, the rocks beneath his feet rose up, transforming into a thick stone shield. He then hurled it with all his might, precisely intercepting the deadly bolt of lightning.
"Not bad power," the Demon Lord's voice drifted from the black hole. "Rapid improvement in just a few months. It seems to have also acquired a trace of...something special."
"You really are special."
At the edge of the black hole, the Demon Lord floated silently, watching Zhang Ping fight alone against the three demon kings, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
The deafening roar from above shook the entire royal city.
In Dongcheng District, Miao Zhan, accompanied by the still-injured martial artist from the Holy Mountain Marrow Infusion Realm, quietly sneaked to the foot of a tall building.
"The opportunity is right now! If we get rid of He Changhong, we'll still have a chance to survive!" Miao Zhan whispered.
After quickly dealing with the guards downstairs, Miao Zhan couldn't help but look back at the mountain peak.
There, violent energy fluctuations emanated continuously, and Zhang Ping's figure appeared and disappeared in the black mist.
He harbored deep hatred for Zhang Ping, yet he had to admit that if Zhang Ping could hold off the three-headed demon king, they could take advantage of the rebel warriors' distraction and swiftly kill He Changhong.
Then it is possible to rally all the warriors in the city to fight back, or at the very least, fight their way out!
"Miao Zhan, hurry! That thing is draining our power!" a fellow Holy Mountain warrior warned, his face pale from the loss of power.
"kill!"
......
The sun gradually climbed higher, approaching the center of the sky.
The day is almost here.
Miao Caixin focused intently as she placed the last ingredient into the enormous King Gu Bowl. The ingredient instantly dissolved in the boiling liquid, and at its viscous core, the rudimentary form of a Gu worm was clearly visible, pulsating slightly.
"Soon."
The essence poison is just one step away. When Miao Caixin uttered these two words, her tone was filled with an indescribable melancholy.
I am saddened by the thought of never seeing the beauty of the world again, saddened by the devastation of the southern border and the massacre of its people, saddened by the uncertainty of my people's fate and the bleak future.
The surroundings were firmly enveloped by Zhang Ping's pitch-black, deathly aura.
There was no wind, no sound.
She couldn't see the earth-shattering commotion outside; she only saw a tall figure, standing motionless on the mountaintop like a reef.
What kind of hell has the royal city become? Will the millions of lives within it ultimately escape? She doesn't know.
Miao Caixin withdrew her gaze and stared at Wang Gu Bo once more.
In fact, she lied to Zhang Ping about the method of refining the essence poison.
The essence of the Gu is deficient, and it needs to be guided by the bloodline of royalty.
However, this catalyst is not simply a portion of bloodline essence, but rather the extraction of the life of a royal prodigy, drawing upon the essence of the most concentrated bloodline of the Southern Border royal family, sacrificing oneself to refine it, in order to form a Gu.
If it weren't for such a tragic outcome, why would that prodigy have been secretly executed by the royal family back then...
Because of this dishonorable method, the true method of refining the Essence Gu could only be accessed by the King of Southern Xinjiang. Since then, it has never been refined, and no successive King of Southern Xinjiang has ever seen the method of refining the Essence Gu.
Now that the royal family of Southern Xinjiang has declined, the only people whose bloodlines meet the requirements are Miao Caixin and Miao Lele.
From the very beginning, Miao Caixin never intended to refine a true essence gu for Zhang Ping. Everything was merely to secure the powerful ally her younger sister had sent, thus increasing the chances of victory for the royal city.
pity……
Unfortunately, the southern border was too weak to withstand the demons' iron hooves and could not break through this dead end.
When the southern border fell, she, as the queen of the southern border, could only sacrifice herself for her country.
To grant Zhang Ping's request would be to go with the flow.
The deathly black aura isolated the inside from the outside.
boom--
Zhang Ping's aura fluctuated slightly, and the life force within his body was like a vast river, providing him with an inexhaustible source of power.
One slash after another, the blade flashed like a waterfall, slashing out continuously!
The three-headed demon launched a relentless attack, and Zhang Ping, his eyes bloodshot with rage, was also enraged.
The sword energy had clearly reached the pinnacle of the marrow realm, yet with each strike, the power continued to rise in an unbelievable way!
"Hmph! There's something fishy about this kid!"
The four wings of the amethyst suddenly closed, enveloping the Black Tiger King's massive body, and it was cleaved dozens of feet away by a terrifying blade aura!
Its four wings scattered in disarray, and it stared in utter horror at the motionless figure in the distance.
This force?
Sha Kui and Yan Wang were equally disheveled. To be outnumbered and completely suppressed by Zhang Ping in front of the Demon Lord was an utter disgrace!
Only then did they realize that Zhang Ping had not used his full strength in yesterday's battle!
The Demon Lord's calm expression finally changed slightly.
"You've broken through the limits? You've actually achieved this level of power under the seal of heaven and earth?!"
"Incredible! Such talent would make one a figure of note even in the Great Domain of Myriad Spirits!"
"However... that's enough."
The black hole in mid-air suddenly expanded, and the flowing mist became clear, revealing the hazy world behind it.
At the edge of that desolate world, a headless giant clad in tattered armor stood majestically.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the Demon Lord unleashed three torrents of energy imbued with ancient and savage energy from the giant's body, piercing through the black hole and instantly merging into the three-headed demon's body.
"Awooo!"
The Black Tiger King's pupils trembled violently, its two ferocious saber teeth stretched out wildly, a series of cracking sounds came from its shoulder blades, and its third pair of amethyst giant wings tore through flesh and slowly unfolded, dripping with blood!
Thunder snakes danced wildly around Sha Kui, and eerie, blood-red patterns crawled across its fair skin as if they were alive.
The flames spewed from the Flame King's massive maw suddenly deepened in color, turning into a dark red.
The aura of the three-headed demon erupted like a volcano, rising rapidly and instantly surpassing the peak of the Marrow Infusion Realm, almost touching another mysterious and unpredictable level!
Rumbling--
The moment the three demons underwent their transformation, the sky suddenly became incredibly strange. Thick, dark clouds swirled wildly, forming a massive vortex within which golden lightning roared and exploded!
Countless illusory chains, faintly visible, slowly emerged from the dark clouds deep within the vortex, radiating a suffocating power of confinement.
"The aura of a seal..." The Demon Lord frowned, a rare sight, as he gazed at the sky.
"Let's end this farce as soon as possible."
He gave the order.
Three demonic figures soared into the sky, carrying a world-destroying force, and once again rushed towards the mountain peak!
However, at this critical moment, Zhang Ping slowly dissipated the long sword in his hand that was formed from qi and blood.
The pervasive blackness in his eyes receded like a tide, replaced by a deathly and eerie gray. The moment the gray completely enveloped them...
Zhang Ping's gaze became empty and numb.
A blurry, distorted aura suddenly expanded and stretched behind him, transforming in the blink of an eye into a mysterious mantis phantom!
The mantis's silhouette was indistinct, with only the shadows of two enormous scythes clearly discernible.
"This is...?" The Demon Lord was slightly taken aback.
Wind Blade Tornado, Destructive Fire Pillar, Sky-Splitting Lightning,
Three violent forces intertwined to form a web of death, and the surging energy storm made Zhang Ping's black hair dance wildly behind him.
The next moment, Zhang Ping slowly raised his arms to chest level.
The lips seemed to move silently:
"The Three Forms of the Ghost Blade... Hellbreak."
He extended his palms forward and slowly pushed his arms out!
Behind him, a mysterious phantom swung two scythes, unleashing two pale gray, invisible blade energies!
The blade's aura carried no power whatsoever, showing no sign of fluctuation.
But the instant the blade energy appeared...
Mid-air, the boundary of the black hole
The Demon Lord's usually composed expression changed drastically in an instant!
"The power of the Divine Power Realm... you actually managed to break through the seal?!"