Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 516 The war begins

The cold light in Jun Ning's eyes suddenly grew stronger, like the sharp edge reflected by ten thousand years of black ice. The sword energy around her spontaneously surged, instantly crushing the approaching demonic energy.

She looked directly at Min Xiao, her voice cold and sharp, with undisguised sarcasm and determination.

"With mountains of corpses and seas of blood, countless bones, and a monstrous blood feud between us, you still dare to talk about getting along peacefully? Min Xiao, you believe such nonsense that even a three-year-old child can't be fooled? Put away your disgusting hypocritical tricks!"

Min Xiao's face darkened completely, demonic energy surging violently around him. "Since you're determined to die, then become the foundation of the seal, just like your elders did! A wise man knows how to handle the current situation. Obeying can save you, so why choose a path that will lead to your own death?"

"Submit? Survive?"

Jun Ning sneered and stood proudly, with her clothes fluttering in the wind, like a cedar on an icy cliff that never bows to the wind and snow.

"You are nothing but a bunch of furry, horned creatures who imitate the human form but will never learn the human spirit. You only know how to plunder and destroy according to your instincts! How could you possibly understand what it means to 'live with a voice, not die in silence'? We cultivators seek to have a clear conscience and follow the righteous path. We will not turn back even if faced with a hundred deaths!"

Jun Ning's words were resounding, like jade shattering on Kunshan Mountain, clear and passionate, spreading far and wide, making everyone who heard them feel excited and their blood boil.

Above the sky, the spiritual light and the evil cloud were still clearly separated, and the murderous intent in confrontation was as solid as substance.

And on this battlefield that is about to be stained with blood, the belief in choosing to stay has already forged an invisible barrier that would rather break than bend.

Old friends are all by my side, and we are working together with the same heart. This heart and this aspiration are as bright as the sun and the moon, and can illuminate the heaven and the earth.

Wu Zhi, who was standing by, subconsciously shrank his neck upon hearing this and muttered softly, "Um... Jun Ning Daojun, let's discuss something. We can just call them names, but can you please not use words like 'beast' or 'furry and horned'...it's a bit hurtful to the innocent."

His jokes, which were filled with a bit of grievance, eased the tense atmosphere a little, causing several powerful human beings to look at him helplessly.

......

"You won't cry until you see the coffin. What makes you think you still have the strength to fight?"

Before Min Xiao finished speaking, the humanoid skin he maintained seemed to be torn and broken by an invisible force, transforming back into his original deceitful demon form.

His body is larger than that of an ordinary person, seemingly agile but with a weird look. The whites of his eyes are as red as blood, and his pupils are as dark as the abyss of eternal night. His body is covered with fine and hard dark scales, and his hands have turned into sharp claws that gleam with faint light. He exudes an increasingly pure and cold demonic aura.

With the complete appearance of the Demon Lord Shi Yubai, it was as if some ancient taboo shackles were broken, and the luck of the demon clan began to boil.

The other demon lords who had already maintained their ferocious original forms seemed to be injected with a violent source of power. Their bodies expanded again, their muscles bulged, and demonic energy gushed out as their scales opened and closed. Their cultivation level soared visibly, and their demonic power soared into the sky, causing the surrounding space to distort and tremble.

The appearance of the Demon Lord had such a terrifying amplifying effect on his own kind, which undoubtedly made the already serious situation even worse.

"Do it!"

The leaders of the immortal sects and the demon lord Wu Zhi only looked at each other briefly, and they reached a consensus in the exchange of eyes - no need to say more, the only way is to fight!

They all waved their hands, and the disciples behind them who had been ready for action received the order. In an instant, swords were unsheathed, and magic weapons glowed. Like a torrent bursting through a dam, they rushed forward to meet the overwhelming tide of demons.

The top powers also locked onto their respective opponents once again, and more powerful spiritual powers collided with the evil spirits, and the battle was restarted fiercely at a higher level.

The fierce battle above the sky began first.

Countless cultivators who flew up on their swords turned into streams of sword light of various colors. Together with their fellow disciples who were riding flying magic weapons, they collided head-on with the flying monsters of various shapes that covered the sky and the sun, like a meteor shower rushing backwards.

The sword lights crisscrossed and the magic weapons shone brightly, colliding violently with the corrosive energy spewed out by the monsters and the strong wind torn by their claws, with explosions and roars ringing in the ears.

There are also cultivators who do not fly swords, but instead step on gourds, jade rulers, shuttles and other flying magic weapons. Their bodies are more agile, and they shuttle back and forth between the gaps between the magic birds. The magic formulas in their hands attract wind, thunder, water and fire, and the talismans dance like butterflies, exploding into balls of spiritual light and clearing out short-term pieces of airspace.

Demonic birds kept having their wings cut off by the sharp sword energy, and fell wailing on the chaotic battlefield below. From time to time, the protective aura of the monks was corroded by the demonic energy, and blood spilled into the sky, like the sad and beautiful withered red plum blossoms.

The fighting on earth was even more brutal and magnificent.

The huge spirit boat lowered its altitude, and the side guard plates opened. Like dumplings, countless disciples jumped down from the suspended spirit boat deck. While still in mid-air, they had already used the weapons they were good at - long swords, spears, giant axes, strange magic weapons... The moment they landed, they formed a formation to meet the enemy.

It smashed hard into the dense group of monsters, sending out circles of shock waves mixed with spiritual light and demonic energy.

There are also various magical brilliances - fireballs, ice cones, wind blades, earth walls... like fireworks blooming at a festival, but with the most deadly beauty, blooming on the battlefield.

The sword-cultivating disciples formed a strict sword formation, with sword energy forming a net, and their attack was fierce and unstoppable; the music-cultivating disciples attracted the vitality of the surrounding plants with their sounds, with vines entwined and petals like blades; the weapon-cultivating disciples relied on sophisticated mechanical puppets and psychic guns to pour down firepower at medium and long distances.

The opposite side is full of bloodthirsty and crazy monsters of various shapes rushing towards them like a torrent, with sharp teeth, horns, venom, and brute force. The most primitive and barbaric attack methods collide violently with the magical methods of the immortals.

The dull thud of swords slicing into shells, the crisp sound of bones breaking, the roar of spells exploding, the wails of the dying and the roars of anger instantly merged into a deafening wave of sound, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

The huge group of spirit boats also demonstrated the terrifying power of the war fortress.

Especially the "Sky Patrol Giant Ship" of the Wenxian Sect and the mechanical warship of the Xuanyi Pavilion, the giant attack arrays engraved on the bow and side of the ship were running at full power, gathering a heart-pounding energy.

Thick blue psychic light beams, like whips of punishment wielded by gods, carried the dual aura of purification and destruction, tearing through the dark sky and slamming into the area with the densest concentration of monsters on the ground.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the monsters melted like ice and snow, instantly vaporizing, leaving only charred marks and swirling demonic energy.

The blue tongues of fire from the psychic artillery fire continued to flash, and each volley cleared a brief gap in the black demonic tide, but it was quickly filled by the subsequent influx of monsters.

When the view rises to the clouds and overlooks the vast battlefield, the scene is even more breathtaking.

Across the vast land, the forces of the immortals and demons collided fiercely like two boundless, diametrically opposed tides! The clear brilliance of spiritual light and the gloom of demonic energy madly entangled, corroded, and annihilated each other.

Countless tiny spots of light and black dots collided, entangled, and annihilated violently like a boiling swarm of ants.

The sword light flashes like a starburst, the talismans flicker like fireflies, the music sounds ethereal but contains murderous intent, and the roar of beasts shakes the sky and stirs up the wind and clouds.

A single cultivator or monster seems so small and insignificant in the vast universe. Their life and death, honor and disgrace seem to be just a tiny gear turning in this huge meat grinder, like a drop of water in a rushing river, one after another converging into a torrent.