Junior sister took first place again

Above the nine heavens, the void after the calamity clouds dissipated has become the ultimate battlefield where divine power collides with imperial power.

The nine true fire runes on Ning Jiasheng's Xu Tiandi crown rotated endlessly, and her golden eyes reflected the red sword in her hand that was spewing out flames of burning the world.

The Red Flame has accompanied her to this day, and has gone through countless trials in blood and fire. Now, it is infused with the Nine Lights True Fire, and the sword body is as red as a branding iron. The flame patterns flowing on it are like living things, emitting a terrifying high temperature and unparalleled sharpness that distorts the void.

Her opponent, who stood at the pinnacle of the law, was an indescribable sacred shadow.

He was suspended in the void, surrounded by billions of sacred halos that were constantly being born and dying.

The light was pure and vast, as if it contained the ultimate truth of the universe. Just a glance at it was enough to cause the souls of ordinary beings to collapse and their hearts to sink.

At its core, one can vaguely see the outline of a flawless, yet extremely cold human figure.

It is a kind of "perfection" that transcends gender, transcends ordinary aesthetics, and symbolizes the origin of rules.

However, beneath this ultimate holiness and perfection, there is a soul-freezing silence, decay, and unspeakable twisted malice.

The holy brilliance and the inner filth and corruption are intertwined, forming a disgusting paradox.

After Ning Jiasheng challenged Him, the Heavenly Dao finally spoke: "Those who defy fate shall be punished."

His voice was calm and emotionless, yet it contained an absolute will to wipe out all anomalies.

He doesn't need to move, just a thought can trigger infinite rules.

From the sacred halo, the divine light of annihilation, which contained the ultimate destruction and decay, shot out silently. Wherever it passed, the space was not shattered, but directly annihilated, turning into the most primitive nothingness and chaos.

This attack went beyond the concept of speed. It was almost a hit, and there was no way to avoid it.

Faced with this terrifying attack, Ning Jiasheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

She gave a clear shout, and the Nine-Star True Fire was injected into the red flame in her hand - the sword body hummed, and nine extremely condensed red sword auras burning with the Nine-Star True Fire burst out instantly.

Nine roaring fire dragons connected head to tail, circling rapidly in front of her, forming shields engraved with mysterious patterns.

Each sword energy burned like the scorching sun, and array patterns appeared at the same time under his feet, firmly freezing the time and space around him.

Chi-hum-!!!

The divine light of annihilation slammed into the flame shield!

There was no loud noise, only the piercing wail of the laws being forcibly annihilated and dissolved.

The first, second, and third flaming dragon sword auras were instantly extinguished and annihilated like candle flames.

The terrifying impact caused Ning Jiasheng's body to tremble violently, the palm of his hand holding the sword cracked, and a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Her golden eyes reflected the surrounding space spinning and collapsing rapidly, and her blood was boiling.

The fourth and fifth fire dragons held on tightly while wailing, and the sixth and seventh were covered with spider-web-like cracks.

Finally, just as the eighth flame dragon was about to disintegrate, the terrifying divine light of annihilation was completely dissipated!

Just one strike—the new Demon King used his natal sword to defend with all his might, but was still injured.

The power of heaven is unfathomable!

"A rotten thing is worthy of being called a god?!" Ning Jiasheng wiped off the blood, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was as hot as the edge of a red flame sword.

She no longer stood still, stepped into the void, turned into red gold and flowing fire, and took the initiative to attack.

Chi Yan let out a terrifying sword chant from her hand, and she slashed out with a "crossing eight directions" move.

Countless burning red-gold suns burst out from the tip of the sword, carrying the new imperial laws, tearing through the void, and slamming towards the Heavenly Dao from different dimensions.

Every scorching sun contains the power to burn stars and boil seas.

The way of heaven remains indifferent.

The divine light rotates, the annihilation light, the chains of the law of decay, the spatial fault, the time vortex...

All kinds of attacks containing supreme rules are at his fingertips, accurately facing every scorching sun.

At the core of the battlefield, laws are colliding, annihilating, and regenerating wildly, forming a destructive storm that devours everything.

Ning Jiasheng perfectly integrated the peerless sword skills honed by the Xuanling Sect with her natal fire. In her hands, the red flame transformed into a sky-burning dragon, sky-splitting lightning, and a world-suppressing peak.

She twisted and turned in the storm, sometimes striking the divine light with her sword, making a deafening sound of metal clashing.

Sometimes he used his body skills to avoid the spatial stranglehold at great risk, and his robe was torn by the aftermath of the law, revealing his body with a dark golden divine light flowing underneath, and several scorch marks on it that were corroded by the power of decay.

The battle was extremely fierce.

Ning Jiasheng's imperial robe was torn, his body was covered with scars, and his spiritual power flickered under the impact of the high-intensity battle.

The seemingly flawless divine halo of the Heavenly Dao also dimmed slightly under the continuous fierce attack of the Nine-Light True Fire and the Red Flame.

The wheel of light that was constantly circulating and dying showed a slight stagnation, and the edges of the perfect human-shaped outline at the core also quietly blurred a little - his power was being continuously consumed and restrained by the life-and-death attack of the new Demon King.

At this critical juncture of life and death, when both sides' strength was poured to the extreme, their minds and wills were completely locked on the other side, leaving them no time to think about anything else, and even maintaining their own perfect defense required their full concentration -

The inner demon that appeared here at some unknown time finally caught her - the only chance she had been waiting for for countless years!

Most of Tiandao's power at this moment was used to resist Ning Jiasheng's violent and threatening attack.

Ninety-nine percent of his defense is concentrated on the front, fighting against the legendary Nine Lights True Fire that can burn away all evil in the world.

He maintained his perfect existence with a mind that was deeply attracted by Ning Jiasheng's unyielding will and his fate-defying imperial character.

This is the moment when His defense is purest and weakest—weakness does not refer to strength, but to the fact that His monitoring of "internal" variables has been reduced to the lowest level.

"Hahaha... right now! My little beauty, you're fighting so hard! You're really helping me out a lot!"

The inner demon's frivolous, evil, and endlessly complex voice, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, resounded directly in the depths of Ning Jiasheng's sea of ​​consciousness and the core of the battlefield.

Ning Jiasheng was shocked!

Inner demon!? When did she start lurking here?

The inner demon is here, but where is the Master?!

However, Tiandao did not seize this rare moment of relaxation to severely injure Ning Jiasheng.

For the first time, His eternally unchanging perfect aura showed a very subtle but real fluctuation of shock and anger.

Tiandao clearly sensed that this evil thought, which originated from its own differentiation and had long been regarded as a pawn, now carried a tremendous malice to destroy its origin.

The inner demons were coming for Him.

"How dare you devour the master!?"

Tiandao roared with unprecedented rage, and the light wheel vibrated violently, trying to spare a bit of strength to defend, but most of the strength was nailed in front by Ning Jiasheng's sword.

The weak divine power that was hastily used to defend was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the fatal blow that the inner demon had long planned.

The inner demon ignored the way of heaven, but instead poured all the accumulated resentment, covetousness, and power into...

It transformed into a sinister dagger of extreme purity that ignored space and defense and pointed directly at the homologous core, fiercely stabbing at the heart of the perfect human figure under the halo of Tiandao!

puff--!

A dull and strange sound was heard, as if the foundation of the world was pierced and all the laws were wailing!

The flawless halo was instantly corroded and polluted from within by a filthy darkness as thick as substance.

The light suddenly dimmed and distorted.

The perfect humanoid outline of the core trembled violently, roaring in pain and rage, and a dark wound that continued to spread and exuded endless malice suddenly appeared on its chest.

His breath, like a broken dam, became chaotic, weak, and corrupt.

The shadow of the inner demon was like a maggot attached to the bone, madly pouring into the body of the Heavenly Dao through the dark wound.

Filth and holiness, chaos and order, destruction and creation... they all come from the same source and fight against each other, unfolding the most brutal battle within His body.

The sacred shell peeled off piece by piece in the violent struggle, revealing the true corruption and chaos inside.

"Uhhh-!!!"

The Heavenly Dao screamed with resentment and venom, the sound piercing the void, carrying with it a raging rage against the inner demon:

"You are but a lowly creature, how dare you retaliate?"

The roar of Heaven was like the explosion of thousands of thunders, filled with rage and disbelief at being offended by an ant.

In His supreme understanding, clones are merely tools, extensions of His will. How could they harbor independent ambitions? How dare they devour their master?!

"Lowly? Hahahaha!"

The inner demon's voice suddenly rose, filled with hysterical madness and centuries of accumulated humiliation. "In your eyes, I will always be just a wisp of divine consciousness that can be used and discarded at will."

"You sit high on the divine throne, boasting of perfection and treating everything as mere straw. It's you who are trapped in the Sun Palace, unable to escape; it's you who need to allocate your divine consciousness to deceive the people; it's you who need someone to infiltrate the filthy demonic realm for you, to integrate those filthy things, and to prepare for your possible escape route in the future—and it's you!"

The shadow of the inner demon surged violently in the storm of laws, as if venting endless resentment:

"Anything that requires 'hands-on', anything you deem 'dirty' or 'detrimental to Godhead', I will do."

"It was I who wove a sweet, poisonous web in the little beauty's sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to bring her down! It was I who, amidst the bloody storm of the Demon Realm, tangled with and battled those crazed demon lords, even... devouring them! It was I, in the endless darkness, who managed this filthy escape route for you!"

Her voice suddenly became extremely resentful and complacent:

"And you, what did you do? You just 'gazed' from above, enjoying my 'service', and immersed in your 'perfect' divine dream."

"You fell from your throne. Have you ever considered that after being exposed to so much desire, conspiracy, killing, and darkness... would a humble soul like you still be content to be a mere tool?"

“You…how dare you…”

For the first time, Tiandao's voice showed surprise and doubt. He had indeed never imagined that this wisp of soul that was sent out to carry out a mission would develop such a terrible betrayal after being exposed to so many impurities.

His pride made him completely ignore this insignificant risk.