Chapter 1861: The Power of a Great Heavenly Demon

Before this Panlong Isolated City completely collapsed, they couldn't get out either! Could it be that he was to follow in the Immortal Venerable's footsteps? These thoughts turned in his heart like a revolving lantern.

Miaozhantian was so sharp; the moment He sensed his fighting spirit waver, He gripped His long blade, His gaze flickering.

However, at this moment, a third person jumped out of the Fortune Pool.

This was a black-armored warrior, wearing a ferocious mask, his figure majestic, his momentum sharp.

The style of the battle armor he wore was somewhat retro, black with some dark golden patterns.

Miaozhantian recognized at a glance that those dark golden patterns were divine runes, even somewhat like a variation of His divine arts! Who was this person? Afterward, this person walked straight toward Him, and the Paoxiao followed closely behind.

"He Xiao?" This image was very consistent with the "Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds" that Bai Bai Ziqi had spoken of; it seemed that the black armor was truly no ordinary item, actually allowing him to wear it inside.

Anything that could be brought from the outside world into the sea of consciousness world and into this Panlong Isolated City was a treasure that was integrated with its master, difficult to distinguish from each other.

Was this truly the Luosheng Armor? Miaozhantian also knew the past of the Luosheng Armor; that evil armor was similar to the Great Expansion Heavenly Pearl—whoever got it would be harmed by it; how could it truly integrate and succeed with its host?

Miaozhantian's gaze turned to him, laughing lightly: "He Xiao, if Qianhuan had known early on that He would be tricked to death by you, He would have killed you on Stone Dragon Peak."

He He Lingchuan naturally knew that He was saying this for Xiao Wencheng to hear.

The Heavenly Demon's skilled skill: fanning the flames.

"Miaozhantian, if you had known early on that you would be tricked to death by me, you would definitely regret not listening to Bai Bai Ziqi." A low voice came from beneath the mask. "He didn't say few bad things about me, right? But you didn't pay any attention to him."

Miaozhantian raised His remaining eyebrow, somewhat depressed.

He had truly been hit by this fellow's words. Looking back now, Bai Bai Ziqi had repeatedly mentioned He Xiao since entering the Inverted Sea, always hoping to spare energy to kill this villain first, but Miaozhantian had never cared, thinking what kind of big trouble a mere cultivator could cause.

His heart and mind were entirely on Qianhuan and the Illusion Sect. If He had listened to Bai Bai Ziqi early on, could this fellow He Xiao still be jumping around in front of Him now?

But He laughed lightly: "Heh, Bai Bai Ziqi only told me that if not for your interference, Qianhuan, that old schemer, would have been even harder to deal with."

He Xiao's motive for entering the Inverted Sea was impure; He didn't believe He Xiao only ruined His affairs and didn't secretly dig pits for Qianhuan.

Qianhuan, that old schemer, could truly endure; one big move after another, one divine ability after another. His cultivation was deep, and He had many trump cards, actually exceeding Miaozhantian's estimation.

Not to mention that He had judged that Qianhuan's cultivation wouldn't advance after losing the Mirage Pearl; any deduction made on this basis would have increasingly large deviations!

He pointed at the Shadow Dragon's remains under the city wall: "That Shadow Dragon suddenly found its ferocity and began to pursue Qianhuan; that was your good deed, right?"

Then He pointed at the Fortune Pool again: "Qianhuan couldn't jump out of this Panlong Isolated City; that was also your trick through the Great Fang Hu, right?"

Originally, the battle of Panlong Isolated City couldn't be won by Miaozhantian, but halfway through, two variables directly twisted Qianhuan's advantage into a weakness. Being able to act so precisely—according to Bai Bai Ziqi's statement—was very much He Xiao's style.

It could be said that Qianhuan was forced to death alive.

That scene, even Miaozhantian was deeply touched after watching it.

An old clam spirit of several thousand years, also well-versed in the way of survival—He had to be desperate to what extent to choose to perish together with the enemy? He He Lingchuan didn't answer, instead saying to Xiao Wencheng on the side: "His trying every means to sow discord and delay time is a manifestation of revealing weakness."

Xiao Wencheng's face was gloomy.

Every word Miaozhantian said knocked on his heart.

By now, how could he not know that He Xiao harbored evil intentions, making subtractions in the back and forth between Qianhuan and Miaozhantian? But what was the use of knowing? The main contradiction at the moment lay in the fact that they and Miaozhantian had to decide a winner; it was either you die or

If he had been somewhat suspicious before, He He Lingchuan's wavering was like giving him a reassurance pill.

He He Lingchuan was also not worried that he would turn against him.

If he had no certainty, how would he dare to bring Xiao Wencheng inside? Without He He Lingchuan's nod, Xiao Wencheng could not enter the lonely city of Panlong.

He looked at the Blood Demon and was somewhat surprised by its appearance.

The Blood Demon's image in reality was a mass of red mist; the way it looked when suppressed in the root ball was a flickering human face.

So, that face was growing on a sheep.

The name "Paoxiao" is not well-known to the public, but its other title is famous in the human world: Taotie!

A legendary demon beast that is incomparably greedy, fierce, and powerful.

He heard the whisper Zhu Zhu Xiuer sent through the Haoyuan Golden Mirror:

"This Taotie most likely perished in the Great War of Immortals and Demons; its divine soul was unwilling to be extinguished, so taking advantage of the collapse of the laws of heaven and earth at that time, it started its career by devouring dead souls and its own kind, until it became what it is now!"

Think about it, this also fits the characteristics of a Taotie. It was a demon beast with a greedy nature while alive, and it is a greedy and gluttonous evil monster after death, which is why it could gather ten thousand blood sins of the human world into one body.

After entering the lonely city of Panlong, limited by the rules here, the Blood Demon had to manifest a visual appearance, which is why it had to reveal its true form.

He He Lingchuan finally understood why Qianhuan was willing to spend great effort to capture it:

Capturing a Taotie to use as an external dharma image is something that sounds very satisfying to think about.

"Instead of trying to lure Sect Master Xiao into surrendering, you might as well offer a few more conditions to move me." He He Lingchuan strode toward Miaozhantian, laughing as he went, "If you can persuade me to give up, they will naturally give up too."

He walked at the very front, with the other two on either side, the three of them advancing in a 'pin' formation.

Invisibly, he was the core.

However, to catch up with Miaozhantian, they had to climb the city wall. Everyone in the lonely city of Panlong had lost the ability to move freely through the air, so He and Xiao had no choice but to honestly climb up step by step along the stairs.

The Blood Demon took a shortcut, crawling up along the wall.

The stairs to the wall at the South Gate of Panlong were wider than those of an ordinary city wall, but they only allowed three people to walk abreast, and it became even more cramped at the corners.

He He Lingchuan was too lazy to walk the corners and simply vaulted over the stairs. In the past, when he climbed the city gate, he often did this too.

Miaozhantian spotted He He Lingchuan's position and suddenly dived! He had originally been standing on the outermost side of the triple wall; this jump covered a distance of two zhang, leaving an afterimage in the air as he collided directly with He He Lingchuan!

Everyone watching the battle in front of the Haoyuan Golden Mirror hissed, not expecting that Miaozhantian, despite being so severely injured, would still be so swift and, furthermore, the first to launch an attack.

Miaozhantian's left arm was already severed, so he only held his blade in his right hand, but his jump-slash drew a silver arc in mid-air, like a divine meteor, brief but dazzling.

He He Lingchuan was prepared; he calmed his heart and spirit, channeled his strength into both arms, and held his Fusheng Blade horizontally to take this move head-on.

Since he had personally entered the lonely city of Panlong, it was destined that he would have a head-on battle with Miaozhantian.

There was no avoiding it.

The first impression Miaozhantian gave him was "fast."

Previously, Miaozhantian's opponents were the Shadow Dragon and Qianhuan; although the battle process was brilliant, watching it through the Haoyuan Golden Mirror did not allow one to intuitively experience how fast their speed was.

Now that he was engaged, He He Lingchuan realized how impressive the Haoyuan Golden Mirror's camera work was; it could keep up with and capture Miaozhantian's movements, which were fast enough to become afterimages.

Give him a little more time, and he would naturally be able to defeat Zhu Zhu Xiuer.

But the problem was, the ancestor in his sea of consciousness couldn't wait! Just at this moment, Xiao Wencheng heard Elder Ning shout loudly: "Senior Brother, He Xiao has escaped!"

Xiao Wencheng turned his head in shock, and sure enough, he saw that the most critical target was missing from the battlefield.

Zhu Zhu Xiuer and the Red Light Hou were dragging him down, the Ghost Ape, the Bat Demon Puppet, and the Black Armor Army were dragging Elder Ning down, yet He Xiao had vanished without a trace.

Just now, he had fought the Blood Demon, the Blood Demon had fled, and it seemed He Xiao had followed.

Xiao Wencheng was so angry he almost vomited blood. He formed a seal to summon the Blood Demon, but this incantation was like a clay ox entering the sea; the other party simply refused to show its face.

After urging it three or four times, the Blood Demon finally transmitted a tremor back through the contract: "I won't return, I won't return! The contract I made with you doesn't include killing He Xiao!"

So the contract had no mandatory effect on it.

It was difficult to summon a sand table during battle, so Xiao Wencheng had no choice but to point at the Jumang Golden Sword, letting it fly into the air, its light flaring brilliantly.

The ruins of broken wood and tiles all became transparent under its intense light; instead, the living bodies on the battlefield were plated with a layer of golden light, appearing exceptionally bright.

Under this perspective light, if He He Lingchuan were nearby, he would have nowhere to hide and would definitely be scanned out.

But Xiao Wencheng opened his spiritual sense to check carefully, and still couldn't find the shadow of this person.

Could he be hiding underground? If He Xiao had run out of the Divine Fire Barrier's range, they would never be able to catch him again—although this possibility was very small.

On this side, Elder Ning was also quite furious at being entangled by the Ghost Ape and the Bat Demon Puppet; these two things were too agile, and their attack angles were quite tricky.

The Black Armor Army wasn't idle either; they drew their weapons and came up to fight.

In normal times, Elder Ning wouldn't have spent much effort to deal with these dozen or so people, but he had consumed too much energy in the previous battle, and was being dragged down by the two great demon puppets; the Black Armor Army's attacks were as annoying as bees.

One or two stings wouldn't kill a person, but it hurt to be stung.

The Black Armor Army fought him, but they scattered and attacked desperately.

In less than five breaths, one person was swept away by the gale brought by the feather fan, the wind blades and frost swords slicing him into a thousand pieces. When he landed, his flesh and armor flew off together, leaving almost nothing but a bloody skeleton.

The divine abilities of immortals were just this sharp; ordinary cultivators found it difficult to resist.

But Elder Ning was also secretly shocked. The guards brought by He Xiao were fearless of death; even with their companions dying miserably before their eyes, they remained focused and orderly in their attacks. *Sigh*, if their Illusion Sect disciples had this kind of military quality, the Heavenly Palace team would have long since ceased to be their match!

Just at this moment, the Bat Demon Puppet finally made a mistake in the high-intensity battle:

It dodged too slowly, was grazed by the gale on its wing, instantly lost its balance, and crashed headlong to the ground. ===== CHAPTER 1852 =====

In normal times, these three guys wouldn't be worth a glance from Him, but now that His injuries were too severe, He absolutely could not be surrounded by them.

(End of chapter)