Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
He raised his hand.
The dark clouds dispersed, and a painful scream came from the distant horizon.
Then, a black figure was passed through the void by Xiao Yunchen and thrown at his feet.
“Demon venerable?” The cold voice seemed to resonate with the laws, suppressing the entire world into a transparent cage.
No one could answer him. This world had already been entered by his powerful divine sense, bursting into a balloon that could explode at any time.
‘Xiao Yunchen’ did not need to answer. He was just used to talking to himself.
“Ha!” With a cold smile, he looked at the pale demon venerable which was surrounded by a mass of black qi. ‘Xiao Yunchen’ lifted his foot and stepped on the demon venerable’s body. Without any effort, this step broke the demon venerable’s pill palace.
The pill palace exploded, but there was no earth-shattering sound.
‘Xiao Yunchen’ casually created a world. In the transparent world, the pill palace that the Mahayana cultivator exploded was like a bloody firework. Black qi filled the air, and it was silent.
After casually dealing with the demon venerable, ‘Xiao Yunchen’ turned around.
An invisible force made Xia Ling’s body light up. She suppressed her scream and looked up, but she bumped into the eyes of ‘Xiao Yunchen’.
His eyelashes were very long, and he used Xiao Yunchen’s body as a substitute. His deep and mysterious eyes just quietly looked at her.
It was as if ‘he’ was looking at her through another space and time.
Was ‘he’ the Demon King? What was he going to do?
Xia Ling’s body tensed up. She tried her best to calm down. She had even thought of the worst outcome of her soul being destroyed.
However, after examining her for a while, that boundless aura suddenly disappeared, as if it had never been there.
The Demon Lord died, and the pill palace exploded.
The spiritual qi that spread out one after another after ‘Xiao Yunchen’ left turned into a long-lasting spiritual rain that fell on the bodies of the villagers of the Xiao family village around the ancestral hall.
A hundred li away, the Clear Cloud sect that had come to rescue them and the sect leaders of the ten great sects watched this spiritual rain in silence.
Such a good spiritual rain could not only temper the body, but also improve the spirit vein.
Mortals in the mortal world would be able to survive for hundreds of years if they touched this spiritual rain.
However, the cultivators from the ten great sects of the immortal cultivation world just stood there.
From the split-soul stage to the golden core stage, when the green-robed youth raised his hand, they felt extreme destruction. It was as if the entire immortal cultivation world would collapse under his hand as long as the youth was willing.
Fortunately, the youth’s goal was not them, nor was it the immortal cultivation world.
“The Demon Lord is dead!”
“Oh! The Demon Lord is dead! Master!”
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The cultivators in the lower realms didn’t have as clear a perception as the nascent soul grandmasters.
They watched from afar and only saw the green-robed youth wearing the black Jinyun shoes step on the Demon Lord to death!
That’s right, the Demon Lord in the split-soul stage was stepped on and turned into ashes. He even gave this world a spiritual rain that cleansed the meridians and bones.
“Master! Elder Jun, that green-robed youth looks familiar to me. I suddenly remembered, isn’t that our drifting cloud peak, elder Jun Jiu’s inner disciple Xiao Yunchen?” Ji Yunxiu asked in puzzlement.
Clear Cloud sect disciple?
Hearing Ji Yunxiu’s voice, the people of the ten great sects looked at the sect master of Clear Cloud sect with a subtle look in their eyes.
Such a powerful person was actually a disciple of Clear Cloud sect? And he even respected a daoist master of Jindan stage as his master?
Although the sect master was thick-skinned, being looked at by so many people, he could only look at elder Jun in embarrassment and ask for help.
“Don’t look at me, I don’t know anything.” Elder Jun snorted.
At that time, didn’t he want to tear off Jun Jiu’s drifting cloud peak. Moreover, with such a mighty figure, didn’t the sect master lock up the full moon cliff?
