Perfection: The Eastern Emperor Bell manifests, I am the Golden Crow Heavenly Emperor

Chapter 67 The Wrath of the Foreign Land

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The once blazing dark gold flames of destruction dimmed rapidly upon contact with this filthy dark power, as if splashed with dirty water.

The flames also became sluggish, and even showed a faint tendency to be eroded and blackened in the opposite direction!

"Not good! It's the power of darkness!" Pan Wang's expression changed.

Even the Primordial Immortal King frowned.

This level of filthy power is extremely effective at suppressing the most yang and powerful flames!

Lu Yan was the first to be affected. He felt as if his Flame of Destruction was stuck in a viscous swamp, its operation was not smooth, and even his connection with the evil corpse was interfered with, causing his mind to be shaken.

That foul aura was all-pervasive, trying to erode his spiritual platform and corrupt his Dao heart!
"Heh heh... Destruction? In the face of eternal darkness and depravity, it's nothing but a joke!"

Talon emitted a triumphant mental wave, and the filthy dark power on his shield, like tentacles, wrapped around Lu Yan's wings and body!

The situation reversed instantly!

The foreign quasi-kings watching the battle revealed cruel smiles, while the immortal realm's side was on tenterhooks.

Lu Yan is in an unprecedented crisis!
The flames are suppressed, and the Dao heart is impacted. Once it is completely tainted by the filth and darkness, not only will it be defeated, but its Dao foundation may even be damaged, and a seed of darkness may be planted in it!
A flicker of struggle crossed his eyes, and the separated, illusory corpse became restless due to the pure, dark, and corrupting power. Should he retreat, or...?

No! We absolutely cannot back down!

Lu Yan's eyes were suddenly replaced by endless ferocity and determination!
That was his true nature, and also the most essential madness of the "evil corpse"!
"You think... only you guys would fight to the death?!"

He let out a roar like a wounded beast, "Evil Corpse...Melt!"

He stopped resisting the negative effects of the evil corpse and instead opened his mind, allowing the will of the evil corpse, which represented destruction, violence, and devouring, to completely merge with his own fighting instincts!
"boom!!!"

The dark gold flames around him deepened in color, almost turning into pure black!
But within that darkness lay a more terrifying and purer destructive Daoist aura than before!

It is no longer the demise of the sun, but... the return to nothingness of chaos!

His pupils turned into cold, vertical pupils, filled with absolute indifference and a destructive desire.

The fiery wings on his back suddenly expanded, transforming into chaotic demonic wings that blotted out the sky!
With its wingspan, even the filthy dark power was forcibly pushed aside and torn apart!
"Chaos... Burning Heaven!"

His wings were chopped off again!
This time, it was no longer a fiery judgment, but a cold, all-consuming blade of chaos!

Wherever it passed, everything returned to nothingness. Even the filth and darkness containing the power of the progenitor were forcibly assimilated and devoured by this most primal destructive power!
"No! Impossible!"

Talon let out a terrified mental scream. He felt that his immortal bone shield, along with the power of the progenitor, was as fragile as paper in front of this Chaos Blade!
“Crack—Boom!!”

The Immortal Bone Shield shattered instantly! The Blade of Chaos sliced ​​through Taron's massive skeletal body without any resistance!
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Talon froze, and the soul fire in his eye sockets went out instantly.

The next moment, his massive bone armor body, starting from the middle, disintegrated inch by inch like a weathered sand sculpture, turning into the purest dark energy, which was then completely devoured by the chaotic fire surrounding Lu Yan, leaving not a trace!
The Bone Netherworld then collapsed, revealing the ancient battlefield of the Boundary Sea once more.

Lu Yan stood alone in the void, the pitch-black chaotic fire around him slowly receding and turning back into dark gold, but the coldness and ferocity in his eyes had not completely faded.

He slowly raised his head, looking in the direction of the foreign camp, his voice hoarse and full of pressure:

"Next." Silence!

Both sides of the border sea were deathly silent!
After a brief moment of shock, the Immortal Realm erupted in thunderous cheers!

Lu Yan not only won, but also crushed his opponent's trump card in a domineering and devastating way, completely killing him!

The power of the method to sever the three corpses is beginning to show!
Meanwhile, the faces of the alien faction members, whether they were the quasi-kings watching the battle or the immortal kings like the Crimson King and Wu Shang floating in the air, all turned extremely ugly.

Especially the Red King, whose eyes were practically spitting fire.

Not only did they fail to find the weaknesses of the law, but they also lost a key general and further emboldened the enemy!

Kundi's face, hidden beneath the dark runes, remained expressionless, but the turning of the string of star beads quickened slightly.

First battle, Immortal Realm, Lu Yan wins!
Lu Yan, carrying the power of his slaying of Talon, uttered "Next!" with a chilling aura, making the faces of the two remaining near-immortal kings from the alien realm even more gloomy.

The alluring woman—the bewitching witch Sheila—had a hint of apprehension in her eyes, but more so, a provoked annoyance and a sense of eager anticipation.

She is skilled at manipulating minds, and dealing with Lu Yan, who is fierce and domineering, seemingly resolute but harbors restlessness due to his fusion with the evil corpse, is her specialty.

However, before she could make a move, Mingxin Daoist, a quasi-immortal king from another force who had been standing quietly beside the benevolent corpse in the immortal realm camp, took a step forward.

He had an ordinary face, a calm and peaceful aura, and a faint, shimmering light emanated from his body, giving people a sense of a clear and unwavering mind.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

Master Mingxin bowed and looked calmly at Sheila.

"Fellow Daoist, you are burdened with sins and have deep-seated inner demons. Why not turn to the righteous path and find peace?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess a strange magic that penetrated straight to the heart, causing the alluring and decadent aura surrounding Sheila to momentarily falter.

Sheila chuckled, her eyes sparkling with allure.

"Oh, what a serious young Taoist priest you are. I just wonder if your heart of glass can withstand the test of worldly bliss and ultimate sorrow?"

She realized that the Taoist Master Mingxin seemed to be following a purification and protection path similar to that of a "good corpse," which was exactly the opposite of hers. However, this also meant that if she could corrupt his heart, the resulting destruction and sense of accomplishment would be even greater!

Her figure flickered, transforming into a sky full of pink peach blossom miasma, its fragrance intoxicating, instantly permeating the entire ancient battlefield.

This fragrance is not a physical poison, but rather it acts directly on the soul, stirring up the deepest desires and fears within living beings, weaving the most realistic and irresistible illusion!
"A hundred tribulations in the mortal world, a myriad of desires leading to ruin!"

The scene before Mingxin Daoist's eyes suddenly changed.

He felt as if he had returned to his youth, seeing himself suffering from scorn because of his mediocre talent.

He witnessed the despair of repeatedly failing in the arduous pursuit of the Great Way; then, in an instant, he was transported to the glory of achieving fame and being admired by thousands.

Then came the immense grief of betrayal by his Daoist partner and separation from his relatives and friends... Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, greed, hatred, delusion, and resentment—countless buried or eradicated distracting thoughts were magnified a hundredfold or a thousandfold by the miasma of this mortal world, crashing against his Daoist heart like a monstrous wave!

On the imperial city, some cultivators with weak wills, merely by looking at the pink miasma from afar, already showed expressions of fascination or fear, demonstrating the terrifying power of it.

(End of this chapter)