Fate of the Immortals and Demons

"Oh my god! This... this... could this be the rumored Netherworld-level ancestor?"

"This... this must be at the Netherworld level! Otherwise, he wouldn't call the Netherworld Lord, the Yaksha King, a junior. The Yaksha King is a Primordial Level being!"

"Netherworld level! That's an existence with a lifespan of ten thousand years, invincible in the entire Netherworld!"

"Rumor has it that if a Netherworld-class cultivator unleashes their full power, it will unleash a devastating disaster on the entire Netherworld. With just a wave of their hand, even the powerful Puth Empire will be destroyed in an instant."

"Ding Yubai truly possesses immense power! He even alarmed the unborn Netherworld-level Supreme Beings. Then...then the rest of us...we have truly become scum...even worse than scum..."

"..."

Apparently, there were many knowledgeable teachers and students in the Holy Academy who immediately recognized the identity of the person in the sky.

This completely frightened those villains who had improper thoughts about Ding Yubai.

Now, even the ancestors of the supreme beings of the Netherworld have come out, and we have become nothing more than clowns who cannot be on the stage.

From this, we can see that the temptation of this ancient Chaos Monument and this space technique is so great that even the supreme beings of the Netherworld level are jealous and want to go out in person?

The group of people from the Tianming Mountain Snow Clan who were ordered to pick up Ding Yubai were so frightened that they were sweating profusely. They retreated tremblingly, wanting to get as far away as possible...

"Is this the Netherworld level? It's above the Primordial Realm, equivalent to the Etu Demonic Realm from the Demon Realm, or the Nascent Soul stage of a cultivator!"

Ding Yubai has gained a lot of knowledge and experience in the past month. He knows that in the cultivation system of the Netherworld, there is the Netherworld level above the Hunyuan level.

The reason why it is called the Netherworld Level is because this realm is already close to the edge of the range that the Netherworld can withstand.

If you take one more step, you will be forced to ascend to the underworld.

This also led to the Netherworld class becoming secluded beings in the Netherworld. Most of them lived in seclusion in their own clan territories, not caring about worldly affairs, living in seclusion and only focusing on cultivation.

"Old Xue Ming, aren't you taking advantage of your power to bully the weak?"

At this moment, another figure appeared in the sky, also blurry and unclear due to the strong aura.

"I actually think that what Brother Xue Ming did has a deterrent effect, and it has also made some of those unscrupulous people who don't know their own limitations have some self-awareness."

Soon after, another figure appeared. It was obvious that these guys had been hiding for a long time and had been holding back and watching from the sidelines.

"Ahem... no matter what? You all have seen that this boy and my great-great-granddaughter Luo Huo are in love with each other. They can be said to be a match made in heaven. As their elder, I naturally cannot ignore them."

At this moment, a woman's voice came lightly, and then a shadowy figure appeared in the sky.

There was a standoff with the four people above, and Ding Yubai was also surrounded by these five people.

"Aunt... great aunt..."

Luo Huo was stunned, looking up at the figure in the sky with a deep awe.

"Is it... is it this old woman who is teaching Huo'er the method of gathering yang and replenishing yin?"

For some reason, Ding Yubai felt indescribably angry when he thought about this old woman teaching Luo Huo this kind of martial arts.

Although Huo'er himself said that nothing actually happened.

But when he thought that it might be like a dream, just like being in the trial ground in the form of soul consciousness, Ding Yubai felt very uncomfortable and unhappy!

Although the body is clean, the soul has been defiled.

It's no wonder that Luo Huo was so open-minded, checked into a room with me, and took the initiative to give me his precious first time.

"Yubai, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so ugly?"

Luo Huo, who was holding hands with him, could clearly feel the displeasure on Ding Yubai's face.

Although Ding Yubai felt very unhappy and upset, he still tried to calm down, regained his composure, raised his head and looked up, teasingly saying:

"They say that old men who refuse to die are thieves. It seems that you have finally lost your patience and are showing up one after another."

When Ding Yubai said this, everyone was shocked. He had undoubtedly offended the five supreme ancestors of the Netherworld level in the sky.

Not only did the five supreme beings in the sky frown slightly, but they also looked displeased.

Even the crowd of onlookers below were terrified and worried about Ding Yubai.

I just feel that Ding Yubai is too ignorant of his own life and death. He even dares to speak rudely to a Netherworld level person.

Is he really so arrogant that he doesn't even know how to write the word death?

"Little brat, don't think you're so great just because you learned a space technique from the Chaos Ancient Monument. Do you think I won't dare to touch you?"

The figure named Xue Ming, who was obviously from the Netherworld, showed no emotion at high altitude. He was obviously unable to hold his temper anymore and spoke first, speaking coldly.

"You old thief! I, Ding Yubai, am standing right here. If you have the guts, try to touch me!"

However, facing this threatening tone without anger, Ding Yubai was fearless. He immediately shook Luo Huo off, jumped up, and stood on a fragrant stone outside the gate of the Holy Academy, full of provocation.

"Oh my God! Ding Yubai... this guy Ding Yubai... doesn't he really know how to write the word death?"

"This... this is... Ding Yubai is provoking... publicly provoking a... a supreme being of the Netherworld level!"

"Is Ding Yubai seeking his own death? He's at the Netherworld level! I can easily annihilate him into nothingness with just one finger!"

"Is Ding Yubai crazy? He must be crazy!"

"..."

As the teachers and students of the Holy Academy were in shock and disbelief, Luo Huo ran straight towards Ding Yubai and shouted anxiously:

"Yubai! What...what are you doing?"

Ding Yubai only glanced at him and said, "Huo'er, please stand away. I know my limits."

"Wha...what?"

Luo Huo paused, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed:

"You bastard, do you want me to watch you die? Then I...how can I still live alone?"

"Hahaha... Good! Very good, Ding Yubai, you're asking for death yourself, so I can't be blamed! After I've refined you into a blood slave, I'll torture you slowly and thoroughly."

Xue Ming laughed in anger, immediately releasing his overwhelming pressure and shouting:

"Kneel down before me first!"

Under this, a pressure comparable to the Tiangang Seven Fights Formation immediately came down to suppress Ding Yubai.

"Huhuhu..."

For a moment, the wind was howling violently, especially with Ding Yubai as the center. A bloody tornado was rolled up within a radius of ten feet, and it even blew Luo Huo away, making it difficult to approach.

At this moment, among the five people in the sky, an old man in a purple robe suddenly said calmly:

"Luo Youran, don't be too protective of your great-great-grandson-in-law. Let Brother Xue Ming teach this ungrateful brat a lesson. It's good to learn to respect your elders."

The woman called Luo Youran was naturally Luo Huo's great-aunt. She had white hair, but the tips of her hair were light red.

Her face looks young and delicate, but the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes reveal the traces of time.

Luo Youran could only snort coldly and said:

"I have no objection to teaching him a lesson. If you really want me to sit back and watch, my proud great-grandson-in-law will be turned into a blood slave. I will fight this old ghost Xue Ming to the death even if it means sacrificing my own old bones. By then, you old monster Tong Su and the rest of you can just stand by and watch."

"Sister You Ran, look at what you're saying. You're being too polite. If old Xue Ming really were to turn your great-grandson-in-law into a blood slave, I, your brother, would naturally love him and his family too, and I wouldn't be able to bear it!"

At this moment, the man who appeared and called Xue Ming "Old Man Xue Ming" immediately made his position clear.

The old man who was called Tongsu Old Monster asked in a bad tone:

"Quanrong, can you really tolerate this brat being so rude and disrespectful to his elders?"

This man named Quanrong, with his silver hair, looked somewhat youthful. When asked this question, he actually showed admiration in his eyes and said:

"This kid is like... like... a mastiff... very unruly, which is great!"

Tongsu Old Monster could only say bitterly, "That's simply because you've never been beaten! Don't you know how much you weigh?"

"Hey, this... is actually... demonic energy? This kid... his identity and origin... are strange!"

Just at this moment, the man who first shouted out the names of the Snow Clan of Tianming Mountain suddenly cried out in surprise.

"Bigochao, what did you say? What demonic energy? Could it be that this kid isn't from the Netherworld, but is from the Underworld? If that's the case, it's no wonder he's so arrogant."

As Tongsu Old Monster shouted the question, his face was uncertain and he looked down at them condescendingly.

"Old thief! Is this all you can do? Are you too old to walk or even breathe?"

However, under this pressure, Ding Yubai showed a stubborn look, determined to die rather than surrender, with demonic energy surrounding him and his posture standing tall.

"You hateful little brat! Kneel down before me!"

But seeing that this ant-like existence could still resist stubbornly with just its own Netherworld-level pressure, Xue Ming couldn't help but be shocked.

Xue Ming was so angry that he transformed into his true form, a giant bloody corpse. He opened his bloody mouth and roared at Ding Yubai with dominance.

Under this, the almost tangible bloody aura, like a ray of blood light, poured down like a violent storm towards Ding Yubai who was standing on the Xinshi.

"puff!"

Ding Yubai, whose blood and energy were shaken by the sound waves, could not bear it and was almost unable to suppress it. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and he almost lost his balance.