Junior sister took first place again

At this moment, above the battlefield, Ning Jiasheng, who was in great confusion and grief, slowly landed on the ground holding the seriously injured Qinglian Immortal.

Several emerald green vines rolled towards the two of them recklessly. Ning Jiasheng carefully entrusted his master to the Immortal Master Shu Yin and watched them retreat to a relatively safe area.

On the other side, Immortal Nanming was supporting the shattered star disk alone.

Astrological runes flickered wildly around him, like candles in the wind.

As the space vibrated, his figure became almost transparent, and his vital blood continued to seep out from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he was on the verge of exhaustion.

Immortal Master Jiyun and Immortal Master Yunhua were seriously injured and unconscious. Immortal Master Shuyin tried his best to treat them and Immortal Master Qinglian, and had no energy left to fight.

The inner demon's gaze, like a poisonous snake locking onto its dying prey, was fixed firmly on Ning Jiasheng, who was standing alone on the ruins, his mind severely damaged.

He slowly raised the sword in his hand.

A silent announcement of death.

The fierce battle begins again!

At this moment, Ning Jiasheng's sword was still sharp, but his sword moves had lost their order due to the severe shock in his mind. All that was left was instinctive rage and a desperate counterattack.

The sword light of Guixu is no longer a magnificent slash. The black and white sword lights that cut through space and annihilate everything crisscross and weave into a death cage.

The sword light sometimes condensed into a point, turning into a finger-like light that pierced through the stars, attacking silently;

Sometimes it would stir up the source of the demonic realm, stirring up a torrent of foul and monstrous demonic energy that crashed like a raging sea;

Even more insidious was the pervasive mental shock—the illusions of Wen Xingzhou's dying wails, Qinglian Immortal's cold questioning, and even the terrifying scene of Ning Jiasheng herself falling into the devil's way, which continued to impact her mind, which was already shaky due to the accidental injury to her master.

Ning Jiasheng's red flames danced wildly, and the golden and red flames intertwined to form a sky-burning field.

The sword either blocked, or stabbed, or slashed, and every collision emitted dazzling light spots, and fragments of space flew like glass.

Her movements were as swift as a ghost, and she moved swiftly among the broken walls and ruins. Every dodge was extremely dangerous, and the silent cracks on her clothes became more and more.

The mental shock was like a leech attached to the bones. Every time he saw through the illusion, it was accompanied by a sharp pain like the soul was being torn apart and a more violent backlash of the evil energy in his body.

The wrist holding the sword began to tremble, and there were unexpected flaws in her movements.

Under the manipulation of the inner demon, the filthy demonic energy was no longer a disordered wave, but condensed into a black vortex as sticky as substance, pouring out from the cracks in the earth and the depths of the void, like countless tentacles entwining around Ning Jiasheng, madly eroding and consuming her body-protecting spiritual power.

Ning Jiasheng swept the red flame across, pushing the Nine Lights True Fire to its extreme, and his sword moves opened and closed widely, repelling all attacks from the inner demon.

She attacked instead of defended, burning away the approaching power of Guixu.

The sea of ​​consciousness is like a reef in a storm, with the Demon King's will clashing fiercely with the illusion of the inner demon. Every time the illusion is seen through, it brings the excruciating pain of soul-tearing and the violent backlash of demonic energy.

The battlefield kept changing and collapsing under the feet of the two - from the ruins of Jiuyou Palace to the rift in the Demon Realm, from the filthy sea of ​​blood to the border of the abyss.

Every collision triggers a devastating energy tide.

At the Demon Realm's home court, Ning Jiasheng's strength was constantly being consumed.

The power of chaos left tiny erosion scars on her body, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, but the fighting spirit in her eyes was like an immortal star, burning brighter and brighter.

Although the inner demon's attack had the upper hand, the chaotic light and shadow were burned by the red flame's pale fire several times, leaving brief holes.

The hole healed instantly, but it also revealed that He was not unshakable.

This is the ultimate test of will, strength and endurance, and time passes amid the roar of destruction.

Ning Jiasheng struggled to hold on amidst endless attacks and mental torture.

Wherever the sword light of Guixu passed, it left wounds so deep that the bones could be seen, with dark corrosive power on the edges, and blood dyed the torn clothes red.

The blood from the corner of her mouth never stopped, her breathing became heavy, and her arms felt as heavy as a thousand pounds with every block.

His eyes swept across the battlefield: Immortal Master Jiyun was seriously injured and unconscious, Immortal Master Yunhua's sea of ​​consciousness was severely damaged, the master's breath was weak, and Immortal Master Shuyin's face was as pale as paper, but he was still trying his best to maintain the vitality and defense of the three people.

And the Immortal Venerable Nanming... that figure, alone supporting the last bit of starlight, had become as blurred as dissipating smoke in the turbulent flow of space...

The top combat forces of the human race are on the verge of complete destruction.

Ning Jiasheng, though the Demon King and arguably the world's greatest master, is ultimately a mortal. In battle with a "god," his spiritual power will eventually be exhausted...

The inner demon seized this weakness, and Guixu burst out with an unprecedented terrifying light, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the ground under Ning Jiasheng's feet.

"Perish!" The cold will declared the end.

Boom——! ! !

Under Ning Jiasheng's feet, the ground with a radius of a thousand feet instantly turned into an ultimate devil's abyss that was bottomless and exuded endless devouring power.

The terrifying gravity of Guixu was like billions of evil hands, tightly grabbing her legs and trying to drag her into eternal annihilation.

At the same time, the inner demon transformed into a stream of chaotic light that was condensed to the extreme. Man and sword became one, with the will to kill that could penetrate everything, and pierced straight into the eyebrows of Ning Jiasheng, who was bound by the gravity of the Demon Abyss and could hardly dodge.

Ning Jiasheng's pupils suddenly shrank!

Chi Yan erupted with a final burst of pale flames, attempting to burn off the gravitational shackles beneath his feet. At the same time, he held his sword across his face, ready to withstand the fatal blow.

But the gravity of the Demonic Abyss was beyond her imagination. Before she could defend herself, the sword of her inner demon was already before her.

The cold deathly intent almost froze her soul!

At this critical moment, when life and death are about to be decided——

At the edge of the battlefield, the Immortal Venerable Nanming, who had his eyes closed in concentration, suddenly opened his eyes.

In those star-filled eyes, there was no fear, no sadness, only the absolute calmness that came from having understood the trajectory of fate and completed the final deduction... and the determination of a martyr.

His figure instantly transformed into a stream of golden fire that was extremely pure, with mysterious runes flowing inside.

The speed of this stream of fire exceeded the perception of space and time, without causing any wind or energy fluctuations, like a flash of fate itself.

He was not trying to rescue Ning Jiasheng, nor was he trying to attack the inner demon, but rather—

Sacrifice yourself and slam into the blade of Guixu!

puff!

An invisible shattering sound, as if the underlying rules of the universe were forcibly pried and torn apart!

The golden flowing fire transformed by the Immortal Venerable Nanming was like a spark thrown into boiling oil. The moment it hit Guixu, it exploded silently.

The burning golden rune seemed to have transformed into an invisible and intangible, yet extremely hard and sharp key to the rules.

Click——! ! !

A sound that seemed to resound through the depths of all living beings' souls, and also resounded through the nine heavens and the laws beyond the myriad realms—

The inner demon had meticulously laid out a barrier of faith for thousands of years, covering the entire Demon Realm and isolating the pure induction of the Heavenly Dao. However, this barrier, opened a tiny but fatal gap permanently at the cost of the life of the Nanming Immortal Venerable, who was at the peak of the Tribulation Realm!

Om-! ! !

A pure, vast, supreme wave of will, as if containing the ultimate principles of the operation of the universe, was like the sleeping God of Creation opening his eyes. It suddenly penetrated the tiny but crucial gap from the endless depths of time and space and descended here.

This gaze, pure and flawless, swept through the filth of the Demonic Realm, swept through the distorted chaotic light and shadow of the inner demon, and swept through Ning Jiasheng, who was bound by the Demonic Abyss...

Under this gaze, the ultimate gravity of the demonic abyss that bound Ning Jiasheng dissipated silently like a shadow exposed to the scorching sun.

The fatal blow of the inner demon, which was a combination of man and sword, was like encountering an absolute nemesis, and it instantly disintegrated and collapsed.

For the first time, his gigantic chaotic light and shadow emitted an unprecedented silent scream filled with horror and disbelief.

His body was violently fluctuating and disordered, and the cracks in the barrier that isolated the secrets of heaven were faintly showing signs of widening under the gaze of the Pure Heavenly Dao.

Across the battlefield, all the demonic energy seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, becoming increasingly chaotic and disordered, like boiling ink that dissipated, frantically seeking shelter.

The Immortal Venerable Nanming, who is unrivaled in the world in observing the stars, predicting the divinations, and deducing the Eight Trigrams, is by no means an ordinary being in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, which believes in equality for all beings.

As a peak-level warrior in the Tribulation Realm, he has reached the state of unity between man and nature. He should have fallen in the thunder tribulation, or ascended to heaven and achieved immortality.

No matter what, you should never die silently in this world.

The Immortal Venerable Nanming used his life, soul, and lifelong cultivation to forcibly pry open the rules and open the "eyes" of the pure heavenly way.