Douluo: Dragon King's Divine Elegy

Chapter 244 Warming Wine to Slay the Demon: Yali Loses Her Sincerity and Purity!

"Elder Griffin, you must know how to brew wine, right?"

Nan Liujing watched as the older generation of powerful figures rushed out like tigers and wolves, and asked Griffin and the others, whose expressions had not yet calmed down, with a smile on his face.

"Yes." Griffin was puzzled.

Nan Liujing withdrew his gaze, his body bursting with dazzling lightning: "Then please, elders, heat up some more wine. We'll be back soon."

"Walk."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lightning on Nan Liujing's body was covered by a soft silver-white light, and the three words "God's Sorrow" on his battle armor shone with infinite brilliance.

Led by him, accompanied by the two stunning beauties Leng Yaozhu and Ya Li, the three of them quickly chased after the demon lord Alba.

...

"Damn it, how did those humans from the Douluo Continent end up in our world?"

Looking back at the terrifying explosion on the plain, Wu Jie's face was extremely gloomy.

"Wu Jie, back then, the plane you secretly ran away to, was it this Douluo plane?" Alba demanded.

The other three demon lords also turned to look.

Because they didn't have enough source crystals, the damage they could do to the Holy Light Shield was very limited. That's why they agreed to bring all their armies to try and wipe out Angel City in one fell swoop, so as not to give the enemy a chance to breathe.

The results of it?
Two unidentified attacks wiped out all of their servants.

The once mighty Demon Lord is now all alone; what can he possibly do?

Especially these demon servants, which they captured and transformed from magical beasts. Now, the major magical beast forests have been completely ravaged by them, leaving them nowhere to replenish their supplies.

Wu Jing said with a stern face, "It's them."

Upton was about to ask something when suddenly, his and the other four demon lords' expressions changed drastically, and their bodies were enveloped in purple-gold demonic energy, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

A series of streaks of light hovered two hundred meters away from them. When the light faded, a row of Douluo powerhouses who had already released their battle armor looked down at them from high above.

Immediately afterwards, three more figures flew in.

The surrounding space's elemental energy suddenly tightened, and the combined pressure of the top experts created a truly terrifying aura.

The original dark clouds in the sky were gradually replaced by thunderclouds flashing with terrifying lightning. The roar of dragons resounded from within the thick clouds. The already tense space seemed to be ravaged by an invisible hand, becoming distorted.

"you……"

Alba, who was quick to anger, had just opened his mouth.

The light between heaven and earth dimmed quietly, and a dragon-coiled staff, as tall as a towering pillar, broke free from the thunderclouds and crushed down on the spot. The dragon scales attached to it burst open, and a dragon roar that seemed to communicate with all things stirred the thunderclouds, bringing down thousands of thunderbolts that fiercely struck down towards the five demon lords.

The most powerful and yang thunder is always the nemesis of evil spirits, even more so than the power of light in restraining demons.

Sensing the lightning powerful enough to annihilate their souls, the five demon lords instinctively flapped their wings and tried to escape into the distance.

Four streaks of purple-gold light shot into the distance, while Alba remained rooted to the spot with a look of astonishment on his face. The wings on his back, made of hellfire, resembled those of a butterfly specimen—more show than substance.

With a single blow, the world invisibly burst forth with a strange, soft, silvery-white light, confining Alba as if he were an insect trapped inside amber.

"asshole."

Alba instantly realized that he had been taken advantage of. His already ruddy face turned even redder, and he roared with a ferocious expression.

Alba made a slashing motion with both arms, and a torrent of flames gathered and solidified into a giant flaming sword. The intense heat, enough to corrode the soul, splashed out like the afterglow of the setting sun.

The moment the dragon-shaped staff collided with it, the afterglow of the setting sun shattered into billions of sparks, spreading and dissolving under the roaring, blinding thunder.

Alba's pupils contracted, and he quickly raised his sword to defend himself.

With a deafening roar, the Panlong Staff, like a mountain, slammed into the flaming giant sword. The terrifying force instantly slammed Alba into the ground, half of his body embedded within. His steel-like body evaded the exploding lightning, and then his skin cracked open, his blood just beginning to splatter before being melted by the intense heat.

The boulders within a radius of one kilometer were all shattered into dust.

"Quick victory."

Nan Liujing's calm voice rang out.

"Roar."

Three angry roars rang out, and the three members of the Yuanen family released their Martial Soul True Forms without hesitation, transforming into Titan Giant Apes that were hundreds of meters tall, and charged towards the Demon Lord Wuyi.

The Ruthless Douluo narrowed his eyes slightly, and a phantom longsword was placed under his foot, following him like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Dong Zian's body radiated azure light, and with a leap, he transformed into a giant azure wolf tens of meters long. Illusory azure wings sprouted from his back, and with each leap, he left countless afterimages. His beastly eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty and ferocious light.

The longsword in Le Zheng'en's hand, radiating holy light, pointed at the demon lord Diaz. A tunnel of light quietly appeared, and he transformed into a ray of light, transmitting it through the tunnel.

The Divine Brush Douluo was far more elegant, wielding his brush and splashing ink to transform into a white crane, carrying him towards the Demon Lord Upton. Guan Yue, who was in the same team, was simple and brutal, tearing open space and teleporting.

The father and son, Qian Gu Die Ting and Qian Gu Qing Feng, were even more unremarkable, and they turned into streaks of light and chased after them.

"Qiang."

After everyone left, the high-pitched phoenix cry spread in all directions. Leng Yaozhu flew into the air, soaring and circling in the sky. A vast amount of fiery energy gathered continuously, and the entire sky was dyed into a blazing and dazzling sea of ​​fire.

A scorching heatwave swept across, scorching and distorting the air. The heavens and earth dissolved, leaving behind liquefied fragments of space.

In the darkness, a dragon's roar, originating from ancient times, resounded.

A round object, resembling a dragon ball, slowly took shape.

Alba, who had been shoved into the ground to serve as a stalk of rice, seemed to sense something. He trembled, plunged his longsword into the soil beneath his feet, and unleashed a torrent of dark, viscous demonic flames that ripped the earth apart, freeing his body from the rubble.

With a flap of its wings, it unleashed thousands of demonic flames, shooting towards the sky like a meteor shower, its target being Zhi Liujing and Leng Yaozhu, who was in a charging state.

Nan Liujing flicked his finger, and thousands of lightning bolts shot out from his fingertip, like sharp halberd tips, exploding on the purple-black demonic flames and shattering them.

Alba knew the situation was dangerous.

After all, the man in front of him was powerful enough to make him dizzy with a single blow, and he was wary of him, not to mention the scorching sea of ​​fire taking shape higher in the sky.

We have no choice but to fight tooth and nail.

Alba let out a low growl, and a cone-shaped demon horn extended from between his eyebrows. His body shone with a purple-gold light, and corrupted flames burned from his body. His already enormous size became even more imposing, and the wings on his back became extremely solid, with viscous dark currents hanging from the edges of the wings like asphalt.

On the already dry skin, sacred runes that once belonged to the angel race appeared, but by then, they had long since fallen into demonic runes.

"Crash."

The moment its body shape changed, ripples spread through the void, and countless chains formed from demonic flames flowed like snakes, coiling around Nan Liujing.

"Crash."

Before Alba's demonic flame chains could bind Nan Liujing, thousands upon thousands of jet-black chains suddenly erupted from the scorched ground beneath his feet, binding his feet in reverse. "What's going on?"

Alba's consciousness wavered for a moment, and he was filled with astonishment.

"Click."

The cracking sound caught Alba's attention. He turned his head and saw a giant beast's shadow appear behind Nan Liujing. Its arms slammed to the sides, and spiderweb-like cracks began to spread. Eventually, the space within a radius of a thousand meters was like a shattered mirror, with brilliant silver light mist surging from the cracks.

The demonic flame chains touched the light mist but did not shatter; instead, they seemed to be erased by time, turning into countless dust-like particles of light.

Between heaven and earth, a crisp "tick-tock" sound, like the ticking of a clock, spread.

Amidst the hazy light and mist, eight portals of time and space materialized in mid-air. Eight Nan Liujings from different timelines stepped out simultaneously, wielding dragon-coiled staffs like the whips of Thor, and smashed them down on Alba, who was imprisoned in place. The incomparably violent lightning energy was like a ferocious beast breaking free of its shackles, unleashing a terrifying pressure that could annihilate everything.

Alba's heart leaped into his throat, and the demonic runes on his body transformed into billowing demonic flames, enveloping his fallen angelic form.

"Rumble--"

The Panlong Staff slashed at Alba's body, passing through his scorching, corrosive demonic flames. It landed on the ground as if an earthquake had been deliberately caused, with a sudden storm of lightning erupting from the center and sweeping outwards in all directions. Countless ravines and trenches stretched out, and every inch of the land was scorched black, with explosive bursts of lightning leaping within.

"Immune to power-type attacks, but not to ability-type attacks. Teacher, it's your turn."

Looking at Alba beneath the Demon Flame, who was paralyzed by lightning and temporarily unable to move, Nan Liujing spoke softly to the sea of ​​fire in the sky.

"null--"

The next moment, the thick thunderclouds were split in the middle by flames, and a torrent of intense light, like a waterfall of fire, poured down from the sky. A faintly visible setting sun crashed to the ground, engulfing Alba in its horrified gaze.

At that moment, Alba seemed to have truly become an insect trapped and dying inside the resin.

"Burning the heavens and annihilating everything!"

Leng Yaozhu's voice, seemingly from beyond the heavens, resounded across the plains.

"Do not!!!"

Alba's expression collapsed, and he roared in fear and resentment.

The sunset, shaped like a dragon ball, was translucent and seemed to be breathing like a living thing. Its surface color gradually became richer and more intense from the initial faint light of dawn, reaching a viscous and deep hue, as if the sun had risen from dawn to noon.

Alba's figure had long since disappeared into the crowd.

Nan Liujing and Yali stood side by side, gazing at the Dragon Ball.

Both of them had reached the pinnacle of their spiritual power, so they could naturally sense that the energy inside the Dragon Ball was gradually increasing, and finally, as if the release had ended, it became dim.

As the setting sun dissipated like fine sand, Alba had long since vanished, leaving only its astonishing heat affecting the surrounding air.

Countless purple-gold energy particles scattered like stars in the sky.

Nan Liujing reached out and grabbed, green-gold light spreading beneath his feet. He activated his natural domain and quickly absorbed Alba's primordial seed, which contained the power of Alba's fallen primordial essence obtained with the help of a meteorite from outer space, as well as Alba's own life essence.

It seems that the Demon King energy that Tang Wulin absorbed in the original timeline also belonged to this.

"As expected of a true dragon soul bone skill of 500,000 years, its single-target damage is truly terrifying."

Leng Yaozhu's clear and melodious voice came from afar, and a moment later, a beautiful figure in gold and red landed beside Nan Liujing.

"Teacher, the soul skill you just used seemed to contain the True Fire of the Sun. Could it be that you have begun to comprehend the power that only gods can wield?"

Nan Liujing reclaimed his natural domain, and with a casual wave of his hand, countless vibrant green plants quickly sprouted from the once barren ground.

"Thanks to your help, I was able to barely comprehend the true fire of the sun by using that wisp of creative power."

Leng Yaozhu's red lips were outlined, and she stretched lazily, revealing her exquisite and curvaceous figure.

Nan Liujing's eyes lit up with joy: "That's wonderful."

Leng Yaozhu said helplessly, "But it's not that simple to create a new divine position."

Nan Liujing smiled and said, "This matter cannot be rushed."

"Mmm." Leng Yaozhu smiled tenderly.

Yali, who had remained silent, subconsciously turned her head away, her heart churning with turmoil.

As someone who's been through it all, she understands all too well the tenderness in Leng Yaozhu's eyes; it wasn't that she was looking at her disciple, but at her lover.

Is it...

While Yali was still lost in thought, she heard Nan Liujing speak again: "Aunt Ya, once the Demon Lord is dead, you can stay in this plane for a while."

Yali snapped out of her daze and asked hesitantly, "Is it really okay?"

Before she arrived, Nan Liujing had already told her that this plane was very likely to have been visited by the first Angel God of the Douluo plane. As a result, the believers left behind a massive amount of faith power. As the owner of the Prayer Angel Martial Soul, she naturally possessed an ability that other Angel Martial Souls envied.

She can directly absorb the power of faith to break through in cultivation. Although she cannot become a god, she can rise to the peak of quasi-god in one go. In this way, not only will her life force no longer rely on the lifespan that Yun Ming shared back then, but it will also be enough for her to live for at least another two hundred years.

There is also a greater chance of becoming a god in the future.

Nan Liujing said, "Didn't you gain faith feedback after saving people, which led to your rapid advancement in cultivation?"

Yali said, "But after I saved people, I never received a similar response again."

Nan Liujing said, "Because when you saved people later, although you were still doing it with good intentions, you lacked the original sincerity and purity."

Yali's expression froze.

She saved countless civilians from the plague, which damaged her body and brought her to the brink of death. She was later saved by the power of faith, and her cultivation level also increased, which caused a great deal of discussion at Shrek Academy.

After a meeting at the Sea God Pavilion.

Yunming then suggested taking her to various places for free medical consultations every year. Although she received subtle feedback from the power of faith, her body did not change.

Looking back now, perhaps what the prayer angel wanted was sincerity and purity; the desire for reciprocation in her rescue cost her the opportunity to improve.

“Perhaps you are right,” Yali said with a complicated expression.

Nan Liujing didn't say anything more.

Leng Yaozhu suddenly said, "They're back."

Upon hearing this, Nan Liujing turned his head and a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

Except for his father-in-law's family, everyone else returned, each carrying a gigantic head supported by their soul power—the heads of the demon lords.

"The wine shouldn't be cold by now, right?"

Nan Liujing muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)