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

"Bang! Crack!!"

Another heavy punch imbued with demonic energy slammed into the wind shield hastily conjured by True Immortal Qingming!

The wind shield shattered instantly.

The remaining force of the punch penetrated the defense and landed solidly on Qingming Zhenren's cheek!

"puff--!"

Qingming Zhenren's head suddenly tilted to the side, he coughed up blood, and his cheeks swelled up, turning a terrifying bluish-purple.

Many exquisite spells didn't even have a chance to form hand seals before Jiuyou's fist was already on his face!

humiliation!

He was overwhelmed by endless humiliation and excruciating pain!

Since he established his foundation, when had he ever been treated like this? Not to mention that after forming his core, he had become the undisputed overlord of the southwestern part of the Northern Sky Domain!

In a short period of time, Qingming Zhenren withstood at least a thousand consecutive attacks from Jiuyou.

If it weren't for the tenacious vitality of Core Formation cultivators, he would probably have been beaten into a meatball by the Nine Netherworld!

"Nine...yo, it's...it's your cunt!!"

His face was bruised and swollen, his teeth were knocked out, and he could barely speak, but the murderous intent and hatred deep in his eyes remained undiminished.

There can be no more holding back! Otherwise, we might truly perish here today!

"Since you're so eager to see the fog tide, then experience for yourself what it's like to be swallowed by it!"

Taking advantage of the critical moment, Qingming Zhenren opened his mouth and spat out a ball of essence blood, which merged into the void in front of him!

"With my blood, I call your true name... Descend! Mist Nightmare Banner!"

Om-! ! !

A black flag, about ten feet long, suddenly appeared in front of him!

The banner is woven from the deepest darkness and fog, with no ornamentation on its surface, only a constantly writhing fog demon totem, exuding an evil aura that freezes the soul!

The flag's edges were tattered, adding to its desolate and eerie appearance.

The next moment, an ancient roar descended.

"Roar--!!!!!"

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, the ferocious claws (nine pairs on each side) tore the flag apart.

Immediately afterwards, a colossal monster, hundreds of feet tall and with an indistinct, blurry form, struggled to emerge from the military flag!

"The Mist... the Mist Demon King?! It really is it!"

"You old scoundrel Qingming! You really are the mastermind behind the Mist Tide!"

Along the shore of Qinglongjin.

All the remaining cultivators were terrified and could no longer bear to watch the battle. They scattered like birds and beasts, desperately urging their magic power to flee for their lives in the distance!

"Run! The fog is spreading! It will engulf everything!"

The scene instantly descended into utter chaos...

As soon as the Mist Demon King's enormous body appeared, it was instinctively attracted by the "delicious" blood and energy emanating from the fleeing cultivators below.

But it was ultimately just a broken body, without a soul, and its actions were completely controlled by the holder of the [Misty Nightmare Banner] - Qingming Zhenren.

A ferocious and gleeful smile appeared on Qingming Zhenren's face. He waved the military flag in his hand, pointing it directly at Jiuyou, who stood proudly in mid-air!

"Go! Devour him! His life force is the ultimate nourishment!"

The Mist Demon King let out an even more excited roar, instantly locking onto Nine Netherworld!

Compared to those "minor fish" below.

The "little one" in front of us, exuding overwhelming blood and pure demonic energy, is undoubtedly the more tempting "main course"!

Roar--!

Its dozen or so arms and claws, like wildly dancing demonic snakes, carried a terrifying power that eroded the soul and obliterated spiritual energy, and fiercely grabbed at the Nine Netherworld!

At the same time, its massive body moved, drawing out the surrounding tangible gray fog, which enveloped the Nine Netherworlds like a living thing!

boom! ! !

"Finally, you're not hiding it anymore? You should have done this a long time ago. You've been waiting for nothing."

Jiuyou remained expressionless, brandishing [Ten Thousand Commands] and charging forward fiercely!

The demonic sword clashed with the claws, producing a deafening sound like metal striking metal!

Sparks flew as demonic energy and malevolent mist eroded and annihilated each other!

Although the Mist Demon King's body was damaged, its essence was extremely high, and it was incredibly hard!

Even in ancient times, the [Ten Thousand Commanders] could only suppress it; it was indeed difficult to inflict fatal damage on it...

"Hahaha! I am still the superior one. Nine Netherworlds, turn into nourishment and be completely annihilated in this misty tide!"

Seeing this, Master Qingming frantically swallowed pills to suppress his injuries while laughing triumphantly.

Now that he had used his ultimate trump card, he no longer had any reservations!

The misty tide spread rapidly in all directions from Qinglongjin as its center!

It kept devouring the cultivators who couldn't escape in time—

Some people, while running, suddenly had their flesh and blood melt away, turning into stark white skeletons, which, due to inertia, "crack"ed forward!

Their flesh and blood transformed into streams of crimson energy, which flowed back to the Mist Demon King and the Azure Netherworld True Man holding the military flag.

Under the nourishment of this pure life energy, the injuries on Qingming Zhenren's body began to slowly recover!

As the epicenter of the fog surge, the Song family suffered the loss of countless clansmen and disciples.

"Do not!!"

"Ugh!!"

"Elder, save me!"

"Heaven is determined to destroy my Song family..."

The surviving members of the Song family and clansmen fell in droves amidst desperate cries and wails, turning into skeletons.

Even their souls couldn't escape reincarnation; they were drawn and tormented by the Soul-Eating Lamp summoned by Master Qingming, turning into vengeful ghosts!

The only surviving member of the Song family's high-ranking officials, the Second Elder Song Xuanming, witnessed everything and, overwhelmed with grief, went completely mad!

The patriarch is dead, the third brother is dead, and now he is the last one in the Song family to reach the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

"Let my Song family commit countless sins, be torn to pieces, have their bones melted and souls annihilated... I will bear it all alone! Do not harm my descendants!!!"

Ignoring his severed arm, Song Xuanming grabbed the broken half of his weapon from the ground and transformed into a resolute streak of light, like a moth drawn to a flame, charging towards the Azure Nether Immortal in the sky!

However, his response was—

Only Qingming Zhenren gave a cold, emotionless glance and a casual wave of his hand.

The Mist Demon King's palm swirled, compressing the mist into a tangible dark ray.

"call out--!"

A dark ray swept past!

There was no explosion, no screams.

Song Xuanming's charging figure, the half-finished weapon in his hand, and his tragic roar... were like pencil marks erased by an eraser.

It vanished instantly, disintegrated, and disappeared without a trace.

"You do have some backbone, but unfortunately... you can't handle it!"

Jiuyou coldly observed everything, shaking his head inwardly.

The Song family, now... all its leaders are dead, and its foundation is severed!

He attacked the Song family because of Jiang Feng, and the Song family were his enemies.

But witnessing Song Xuanfeng's determination to defend the array's nodes to the death;

Song Xuanhe would rather self-destruct than compromise;

Song Xuanming was like a moth drawn to a flame, risking his life to protect his clan.

In Jiuyou's heart, a subtle but noticeable assessment of this rival family arose—not bad.

Unfortunately, this is the cruel world of cultivation.

It will never be swayed by anyone's perseverance, uncompromising attitude, or solitary courage.

Qinglongjin still stands, and the Tianqing River, carrying blood and bones, still flows southward.

However, along this ever-flowing river, the once illustrious Song family of Tianqing River has since been... wiped out.

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