Junior sister took first place again

Jiuyou Palace, beside the throne.

The puppet Ning Jiasheng stood still like a perfect sculpture, his empty demonic eyes indifferently cast towards the huge crystal wall of the Demon Realm.

The crystal wall reflects the purgatory outside Jizhou:

The Heart-Eating Demon Lord let out a shrill scream and was the first to rush out of the Demon Realm.

Thirty-six lords of the demon cities rode giant skeleton beasts and led locust-like demon armies to rush towards the scarred five southern states.

Countless rebellious cultivators who were eroded by demonic energy had fanaticism flashing in their eyes, vying to be the vanguard.

The door to the Demon Realm is completely open.

After losing the two last pillars of support, Immortal Venerable Yunhua and Immortal Venerable Shuyin, the remaining resistance force was vulnerable under the devilish sound of Demon Venerable Heart-Eating, the fierce attack of the Lord of Demon City, the terrifying trampling of the skeleton beast, and the precise attack of the rebel cultivators.

On the crystal wall, the scene of raging demonic flames mercilessly switched:

Wherever the devil's voice reaches, those with weak wills will instantly turn against him;

The towering city walls crumbled under the trampling of the skeletal beasts;

High-level demons are like the shadow of death, hunting down the strong humans who can still organize resistance;

The rebellious cultivators who defected to the demon clan, relying on their familiarity with the human race's defenses and resources, turned their butcher knives against their former fellow disciples.

In prosperous cities, their defensive formations were tottering and eventually shattered under the fierce attacks, and the defenders shed their last drop of blood in the brutal street fighting.

The blessed land of Lingshan was polluted by demonic energy, its spiritual veins dried up. The plains were littered with corpses, and the rivers were dyed dark red.

The remaining sects, families, and mortal armies burst out with their last blood and courage, launching a brutal resistance among the broken mountains and rivers and the burning ruins.

However, without the supreme combat power and unified command, facing the endless tide of demons and the irresistible shadow of the "Demon Emperor", resistance was like ice and snow thrown into a furnace, melting quickly.

A chasm of despair looms in the hearts of every survivor—where is the Immortal Lord? The Demon King who brought hope has become a demonic blade of destruction.

The demon army was like a ruthless black plague, stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, devouring the land of the south step by step.

The dark territory of the demons is rapidly expanding across the continent.

Good news frequently came from the crystal wall, and every scene of purgatory on earth was like a silent tribute to the inner demon.

The inner demon sits high on the throne, and his body made of chaotic light and shadow is constantly twisting and changing, as if containing the chaos at the beginning of the universe and the nothingness at the end.

His fingertips casually plucked the invisible strings of rules, enjoying the symphony of destruction composed by His will.

Occasionally, His thoughts would turn to the "masterpiece" standing quietly beside Him - just like showing the map of conquest to His most beloved child.

The puppet Ning Jiasheng still stood still, his empty black eyes reflecting the demonic flames and wails rolling on the crystal wall.

Deep in the soul covered by the magic pattern, everything belonging to "Ning Jiasheng" seems to have sunk into the eternally cold abyss of death.

Only the red flame soaked in demonic energy burned silently in her hand, emitting a breath of pure destruction.

The spark of hope has been completely extinguished by the demonic flames. Endless darkness and bloodshed herald the arrival of a new era of demonic righteousness.

Suddenly, the eternal cold silence of Jiuyou Palace was broken by a lazy and smiling voice.

"God, look, what interesting little thing did I bring back for you?"

Lingru, the lord of Crescent Moon City, walked into the hall with a swaying figure.

She had a gorgeous face and a playful smile on her lips, but her eyes were always lowered respectfully, and her gaze only dared to fall on the cold edge of the throne's foundation. She would never dare to overstep her bounds and look directly at the incarnation of supreme chaos.

The price of looking directly at the God is that at the very least the soul will be severely damaged, and at the worst the foundation of Taoism will collapse and one will become stupid.

Behind her, two figures bound with special magic chains were escorted in by demon soldiers.

On the left is Ji He, a plant-based demon whose true form is a red plum. She has a unique temperament and a face as beautiful as a cold plum blossom in the snow.

Even though his clothes were tattered, his scapula was pierced by the magic nail, and his spiritual power was sealed, he still stood with a straight back and his eyes were cold and arrogant.

Its eyes were also lowered, focusing only on the small area of ​​ground in front of it, trying hard not to sense the soul-shaking presence on the throne.

On the right is Wen Xingzhou, who has not been seen for a long time - the senior brother of the Demon King Ning Jiasheng and the first disciple of the Qinglian Immortal Venerable.

He looked even more disheveled, with torn clothes and covered in wounds. His gentle and jade-like temperament was like a beautiful jade covered in dust.

The golden hair that showed that he was not a pure human was stained with blood and stuck to his forehead in a messy manner.

He lowered his head, his bloodshot green eyes were tightly closed, and his seven bloodstained golden fox tails drooped limply.

His scapula was pierced by the magic nail, and every breath caused severe pain, but he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

The moment they stepped into the hall, although Ji He and Wen Xingzhou did not look directly upwards, they felt a terrifying pressure coming from the direction of the throne, which made the origin of all things distort and tremble.

And the unique coldness emanating from the item that the inner demon was casually playing with was instantly perceived by them.

Moon cold spirit arrow!

The pupils of the two demons suddenly contracted, their breathing became slightly choked, and they almost blurted out something, but they immediately bit their lower lips tightly, forcing themselves to suppress the surging shock, anger and worry.

The inner demon unconsciously stroked the cold arrow body, as if admiring an interesting toy, with undisguised contempt.

"Oh?"

After a while, he seemed to become interested and finally shifted his gaze away from the Yuehan Spirit Arrow.

The icy malice that froze souls and twisted the rules spread silently, enveloping the two demons below. "It's Lingru..."

The inner demon seemed to have just noticed the city lord. "It seems... you've gained quite a bit?"

The invisible thought first fell on Ji He: "This little plum blossom that ruined my plan... does have a good foundation. But unfortunately, it doesn't know how to adapt to the times."

The voice was like the whisper of the rules themselves, carrying a cold mockery, and it resounded directly in Ji He's soul.

Ji He's body trembled violently, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant, as if his soul had been scraped by an ice-cold carving knife, but he clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes still lowered, and he said nothing.

The inner demon's gaze then turned to Wen Xingzhou.

The invisible vortex seemed to lock onto him instantly, examining an ant with the cruel interest that was ready to crush it.

"As for you..." The inner demon's consciousness was like the most vicious chain of rules, directly entwining and tearing at Wen Xingzhou's soul. "Qinglian's disciple... my son... my most beloved... senior brother?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "most favorite", and his malice almost solidified into a tangible sting.

An irresistible and terrifying force originating from the rules of heaven and earth itself violently grabbed Wen Xingzhou's head and forced him to lift it up.

"Watch!" The inner demon's thoughts exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness like thunder of destruction.

Wen Xingzhou's head was forcibly lifted up, and his gaze was uncontrollably cast in the direction of the throne - the indescribable vortex of light and shadow that represented the ultimate chaos and corrupted rules.

Just a glimpse -

Wen Xingzhou's eyes instantly lost focus, his pupils dilated, as if billions of red-hot steel needles were piercing his brain at the same time.

Countless fragments of chaotic, crazy, and blasphemous thoughts hit his consciousness like a flood.

He saw the collapse of the universe, the distortion of the rules, and heard the desperate wails of all things.

Blood was almost oozing from his seven orifices, and his body was convulsing violently. If he hadn't been bound by the magic chains, he would have collapsed to the ground.

He felt like a fragile leaf thrown into a chaotic storm that could completely dissolve the soul.

Amidst this extreme mental shock that threatened to completely shatter his consciousness, his distracted eyes barely caught sight of two scenes:

The silent puppet figure beside the throne that exudes tremendous demonic power, and... the desecrated Moon-Frost Spirit Arrow in the inner demon's hand that emits a faint chill.

"Look at her." The inner demon whispered softly, but it was filled with the deepest poison. Every word was like a heavy hammer hitting his consciousness that was on the verge of collapse.

"Look at how disheveled and dirty you are now, and then look at the perfect creation I carved with my own hands. Tsk tsk..."

The Moon-Frost Spirit Arrow in his hand was gently tossed up by the demonic energy, and then he caught it steadily, his movements as casual as tossing a stone. "Oh, and this... this little toy she once treasured, is now just a toy for my amusement."

Severe pain! Humiliation! Rage! And deep grief for Jia Sheng! All these emotions surged through Wen Xingzhou's chaotically shattered consciousness, threatening to drown him completely.

He bit the tip of his tongue tightly, and a fishy and sweet taste filled his mouth. With the tenacity of the fox clan and the wildness of the wolf clan, he pulled a trace of clarity back from the edge of chaos that swallowed everything.

In his blurred green eyes, there was only deep, deep sorrow and an almost solidified, desperate determination.

He couldn't completely collapse, especially in front of his inner demons, especially in front of... Ah Sheng.

. . . . . .Spirit Arrow, this name became the only straw he could grasp in the chaos storm.

“Heh…”

The inner demon sneered contemptuously, as if he was surprised and even more bored that Wen Xingzhou could maintain a trace of consciousness under the impact of his will.

"A hybrid of a golden fox and a human? Mixed in with the crude savagery of the wolf? What a disgusting hodgepodge."

His voice was like the most vicious curse of rules, accurately analyzing Wen Xingzhou's sensitive identity. "Seven tails? That's rare. But unfortunately, the gold... is stained with blood, like rusted copper. And the white at the tip? It's even more filthy."

"With such a flawed and inferior appearance, how could I possibly deserve her favor in the past?"

He deliberately mentioned the past, and was even more heartbreaking, trying to completely crush Wen Xingzhou's last mental defense.

Wen Xingzhou's body was tensed to the extreme due to extreme pain and humiliation. His knuckles were pinched white and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he still kept his mouth tightly closed, not letting out a single groan of pain.

Beneath the golden hair, in the depths of the distracted green eyes, the wolf's survival instinct and the fox clan's obsession with protection burned with difficulty under the impact of chaos, and finally turned into a dead ashes.

He couldn't lose control, especially in front of his junior sister, even though she was no longer the same person she used to be.

The inner demon seemed to find it a little boring.

His "gaze" once again fell back on the Yuehan Spirit Arrow in his hand. The icy arrow was entangled in the demonic energy, and its light became dimmer.

"A lone, cold moon spirit arrow..."

His words were filled with absolute contempt for rules.

"When yin and yang are out of balance, solitary yin cannot flourish. Besides being a... rather pretty iced ornament, what good is it? My child was truly... naive."

He casually threw the Yuehan Spirit Arrow aside.

The spiritual arrow was like ordinary iron. It made a soft "ding-dong" sound and fell on the cold ground, with the cold air dissipating faintly.

The inner demon didn't care. A spiritual arrow? It only had the shape, nothing more than scrap metal.

"Ling Ru,"

The inner demon turned his gaze towards the demons below who were always lowering their heads.

"You always bring some interesting entertainment. Take it away and take good care of it... Don't kill it. Maybe it can be used as a joke."

The word "look after" was said with a cold and mocking tone.

"Yes, I understand!"

Ling Ru smiled brightly and bowed gracefully, her eyes still lowered, lingering only briefly on Wen Xingzhou's bloodstained blond hair and pale, pained face. She then glanced at Ji He, who was also in a very bad state, and said, "I promise to satisfy the God."

She waved her hand, and the demon soldiers immediately and roughly dragged Wen Xingzhou, who was almost exhausted and whose consciousness was still struggling on the edge of chaos, and Ji He, who was holding on, and walked out.

The moment he was dragged out of the hall, Wen Xingzhou's pair of distracted green eyes, filled with endless grief and despair, struggled hard for the last time to gather a glimmer of light and looked at the puppet figure beside the throne.

His eyes instinctively and painfully shifted away before they came into contact with the chaotic light and shadow. Very briefly, like an unconscious twitch, they swept across the carelessly discarded, lonely Moon Cold Spirit Arrow on the ground.

No one noticed that under his tattered clothes that were pressed tightly against his chest and deeply tightened by the magic chain, in an extremely secret micro space in his body constructed of essence and blood, an arrow made of pure red gold, engraved with ancient sun patterns, and emitting a very yang aura, was quietly lurking.

At the core of the arrow, a faint but extremely pure light with a majestic and righteous aura pulsated slowly like a sleeping heart.

This pulse was not directed at the inner demon, but - extremely clearly, gently and firmly, it locked onto the puppet figure covered with magic patterns and standing still in the distance.

The sensation was as weak as a candle in the wind, and even Lingru, who was close by, did not notice it. It was perfectly covered by the vast and boundless chaotic aura of the inner demon.

Wen Xingzhou closed his eyes, and his consciousness completely sank into the darkness of self-protection.

Within the bloodline space, the light of the Blazing Sun Spirit Arrow seemed to flicker extremely faintly... as if in response, casting an almost imperceptible, silent warm light towards the abandoned cold moon at the edge of an endless and desperate chaotic storm.

The inner demon was completely unaware of this.

His attention has completely returned to the scene of the raging demonic flames on the crystal wall, which is the extension of His will and the source of His joy.

Beside the throne, the puppet Ning Jiasheng still stood still as still as the abyss, his empty black eyes reflecting the rolling demonic shadows.

On the ground, the abandoned Moon Cold Spirit Arrow's cold air seemed to fluctuate extremely faintly, like a speck of dust thrown into stagnant water.