Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

At the same time, Jiuyou instantly understood—

That ancient sect was called [Hidden Mist Island].

"But why do they call the Mist Demon a 'demon'?"

Or perhaps... they're fighting against more than just the Mist Demons?

Jiuyou was puzzled. The images in the fragmented memories were blurry. All he knew was that an endless black tide was rolling in and destroying everything!

However, before Jiuyou could fully digest this massive amount of information, the broadsword in his hand, [Ten Thousand Controls], suddenly became scorching hot, as if it possessed a spirit!

A powerful suction force stuck to his palm, the sword hummed and trembled, actually dragging him in the opposite direction, trying to rush towards the terrifying Mist Demon King!

"what happened?!"

Jiuyou was shocked and tried his best to break free by circulating his qi and blood, but found that the broadsword seemed to be fused to his arm.

A powerful resonance and pull, yearning for revenge, yearning to complete the unfinished mission!

"Could it be because I am the strongest and most vigorous person in the arena...?"

Or is it because my Nine Nether Blood Spirit Embryo's demonic body is abnormal?

Does it perfectly match the potential strength requirements of the [Ten Thousand Commanders] for the sword wielder?

Jiuyou frowned, lost in thought, unable to break free for a moment.

"senior?!"

Jiang Feng was shocked to see that Jiu You was not only not retreating, but was also being dragged towards the Mist Demon King.

"Don't worry about me! Run! As far as you can!"

Jiuyou roared, his arm veins bulging as he struggled against the will within the sword, yet his body was still dragged along, staggering forward.

At this moment, some of the cultivators who were fleeing in panic saw this and sneered:

"Ha! That guy's gone mad?! He actually wants to attack the demon king?"

"Third tier! That demon king is definitely third tier, or even higher..."

"Good! Excellent! Sending him to his death will buy us some time!"

"It's a pity about the three Sword Spirit Grasses on him... Hmm? Wasn't there another Foundation Establishment stage kid who was alone?"

He cast a malicious glance at the injured Jiang Feng.

Jiuyou felt a pang of gloom. He was barely able to protect himself, and at this moment he could only hope that Jiang Feng was quick-witted and could take advantage of the chaos to escape.

Forced into a corner, Jiuyou wielded [Ten Thousand Controls], fiercely colliding with a sharp claw swung by the Mist Demon King!

boom!

The deafening clang of metal clashing was accompanied by the roar of vital energy!

Jiuyou trembled violently, felt a sweet taste in his throat, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backward.

"Hiss... What terrifying power!"

Jiuyou sighed inwardly, realizing that if it weren't for the timely transmission of a resilient will and power from the broadsword [Ten Thousand Commands] to help him mitigate part of the impact.

This could seriously injure him.

"At its peak, this Mist Demon King was probably a fourth-tier monster..."

Fourth-tier demonic beasts and monsters correspond to human Nascent Soul cultivators!

"Fortunately... it has just escaped its confinement, and its strength is far less than one-tenth of its peak. Moreover, this broadsword can amplify my strength in all aspects!"

Jiuyou keenly sensed that with the [Ten Thousand Controls] in hand, his magic power, blood and qi, and even his divine sense and will had been greatly amplified in all aspects!

This broadsword seems to possess a spirit—

It can automatically guide him to make the most exquisite parries and counterattacks, and countless sword techniques will naturally appear in his mind.

The ultimate freedom of mind?

It was as if ten thousand people were wielding swords together, and all their combat experience was gathered in one person!

Grasp it, and a fierce spirit of never giving up and fighting to the very end will arise spontaneously!

Boom boom boom! !

In just a few breaths, Jiuyou, wielding the broadsword [Ten Thousand Controls], exchanged more than ten blows with the Mist Demon King!

Each strike was enough to shatter mountains and split rocks, and kill a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Nine Nether was blasted away time and time again!

However, he managed to resist with great difficulty thanks to his tenacious physical strength and the amplification from the broadsword [Ten Thousand Controls].

As everyone fled, they caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of their eyes, and they were all stunned, their jaws dropping in disbelief!

"Why isn't he dead yet?!"

"A body cultivator who's both smelly and hard..."

Bang!

Jiuyou was sent flying again, his body crashing into the ground and cave walls!

The entire underground sword mound collapsed completely.

Jiuyou crashed out of the cave like a meteor, only stopping when it slammed heavily in front of the sword-wielding stone statue at the palace gate!

"puff--!"

Jiuyou knelt on one knee, one hand gripping his sword, panting heavily, his chest caved in, a truly gruesome sight.

Fresh blood gushed out from his mouth, nose, and other seven orifices, as well as from all the wounds on his body, as if he were courting death...

If any other Foundation Establishment cultivator had come, they would have been guaranteed to die!

But Jiuyou is different. He is an avatar of Lu Zaian. Before leaving, Lu Zaian bestowed upon him 300 drops of immortal essence blood, which he has kept as a hidden energy source and has not yet used.

And now is the time—

"Eternal Life Essence Blood, Explode!"

Each drop of immortal essence blood is equivalent to the total amount of Qi and blood condensed throughout the entire body of Jiuyou.

At the heart of the Nine Netherworld, five drops were detonated in succession!

Rumble!

In the blink of an eye, a dark red aura blazed up around him, shooting straight into the sky!

His unparalleled healing power allowed his bones to recover instantly, his flesh to regenerate, and his wounds to heal.

Rejuvenate!

"This...does this guy even resemble a human being?"

Someone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"What kind of secret technique is this? It can restore you to your full strength in an instant?!"

"Forbidden techniques?"

"Who exactly is the demon?"

Those cultivators who couldn't wait for Jiuyou to die were all gritting their teeth.

Jiuyou straightened up and adjusted his breathing.

He sensed something unusual during their exchange.

The Mist Demon King's attack seems... somewhat chaotic?

Its claws moved in a coordinated manner at times, and at other times interfered with each other; the black mist around its body fluctuated extremely erratically!

Those scarlet eyes sometimes looked at the fleeing cultivators with greedy killing intent, and sometimes suddenly turned in a certain direction, revealing a sense of impatience and... a feeling of wanting to break free from something.

It seems to want to both kill and devour;

They desperately wanted to leave.

The broadsword in Jiuyou's hand, [Ten Thousand Controls], seemed to pause briefly.

next moment.

call out!call out!

Two astonishing rainbows streaked across the sky at breakneck speed!

A chilling sword aura sliced ​​through layers of black mist!

A hazy, ethereal blue light swept through the air!

At the same time, an overwhelming pressure from the Core Formation stage descended upon this place without any concealment!

"It's Ancestor Huangtian! And True Man Qingming!"

"A Core Formation cultivator has arrived! We're saved!"

"Senior, help me!"

The cultivators immediately grasped at this as if it were a lifeline and shouted in unison.

However, Jiu You's eyes darkened. These two had to appear at this crucial moment of all times...

Qingming Zhenren stood on a blue light, hovering in mid-air. His gaze first swept over the chaotic battlefield, and finally landed on Jiuyou, who was confronting the Mist Demon King.

A deep look of surprise flashed in his eyes, clearly recognizing Jiu You as the rogue cultivator who had offered the pill that day.

"I never expected that I would misjudge him."

His voice was calm, yet carried a subtle, profound undertone.

Meanwhile, Huang Tian, ​​the old ancestor, who was standing to the side, was completely captivated by [Ten Thousand Controls] almost instantly.

Huangtian Laozu's eyes burned with a mixture of curiosity and greed:

"What a deadly sword! Forged from ten thousand souls, it is a rare find throughout history!"

Jiuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, quietly gripping his broadsword, ready to burn his immortal essence at any moment.

But see.

Qingming Zhenren stepped forward, his gaze piercing through the faint crimson light flickering within the swirling black mist. His voice was clear and cold, cutting through the clamor of the battlefield:

“Old Lord Jichun, an old friend is visiting. Why hide your face and show yourself like this?”

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked and looked at each other in disbelief!

who? !

Late spring?

That former city lord of Huangze City, who was said to have been severely injured by the combined forces of Tianming Ancestor and Huangtian Ancestor, and whose only remaining soul escaped.

But what is his connection to the Mist Demon King in the ruins?

Is it...