Chapter 372: Greed

Outside the Southern Tianmen, under Yingzhao's terrifying pressure, the cloud sea stood still.

Yingzhao stood in mid-air, the wind pattern mark between his brows flickering with eerie light.

His gaze did not look at Su Chen and Sun Wukong at all, staring fixedly at the Nine Demon Pagoda suspended in mid-air.

The pagoda body was pitch-black, innate undying spiritual light flowing along the pagoda eaves.

Deep gray demonic Qi transformed into a light shield, protecting the two below firmly.

Undisguised greed erupted from the eyes of this one of the ten great Demon Sages of the Demon Court.

In the entire Demon Court, apart from Demon Emperor Di Jun's Hetu Luoshu and Dong Huang Taiyi's Chaos Bell, there was no other supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure.

As a dignified late-stage Semi-Sage, having guarded the Southern Tianmen for countless years, his strongest reliance was only a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure.

"Supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure..." Yingzhao's voice was filled with fanatical fervor that could not be concealed. "No wonder you dared to force your way into the Demon Court. A human ant, actually possessing such a heavy treasure."

A human Taiyi Golden Immortal, carrying a supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure and forcing his way into the Demon Court—what was this if not a stroke of fortune delivered to his door?

As long as he killed this person, this supreme treasure would be his to take.

Yingzhao raised his right hand, and the surrounding space solidified instantly.

Violent cyan wind laws wove around the periphery of the Nine Demon Pagoda, transforming into an invisible meat grinder, frantically cutting at the gray demonic Qi light shield.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

The Nine Demon Pagoda emitted a dull trembling sound.

Although the supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure was strong, Su Chen's cultivation was only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm after all.

He could not exert the full power of the Nine Demon Pagoda, only defending passively.

Under the pagoda, Su Chen's face was pale, struggling to support the Nine Demon Pagoda, the terrifying consumption almost draining him dry.

His chaotic glazed-colored skin began to crack, and blood spilled uncontrollably from his seven orifices, dripping onto the ground along his chin.

The spinal dragon thrashed madly, and the inner worlds within the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints operated at overload.

Chaotic blood and Qi surged in the Five Elements channels, holding up the consumption of the Nine Demon Pagoda tightly.

"Little brother!"

Sun Wukong looked at Su Chen's miserable state of bleeding from seven orifices, his eye sockets instantly bloodshot.

He gripped the Ruyi Jingu Bang tightly with both hands, the blood inside him boiling completely.

The violent magic power of a mid-stage Great Luo Jinxian suddenly surged at this moment; Sun Wukong actually broke through in the midst of battle, his cultivation reaching late-stage Great Luo Jinxian.

His rebellious fighting spirit soared into the sky, Sun Wukong stomping his feet fiercely, wanting to rush out of the Nine Demon Pagoda's protection range to fight Yingzhao in mid-air to the death.

"Monkey brother, don't!"

Su Chen turned his head abruptly, his left hand gripping Sun Wukong's wrist tightly.

His voice was hoarse, yet filled with unquestionable determination: "Seeking death won't solve the problem, stay close to me!"

Sun Wukong's movements stiffened.

He looked at Su Chen's eyes, forcibly suppressing his full rage, gritting his teeth and standing beside Su Chen, the Ruyi Jingu Bang held across his chest.

Su Chen did not look at Yingzhao in mid-air.

He knew that in a battle of consumption, a Taiyi Golden Immortal would definitely not be able to outlast a late-stage Semi-Sage.

Su Chen took a deep breath, his internal Hunyuan Jin Dan spinning frantically.

Deep within his dantian, that incomplete space Dao pattern obtained from the remains of Yang Mei Da Xian erupted with blinding silver light at this moment.

Su Chen invoked the space Dao patterns on the Hunyuan Jin Dan, crashing directly into the mark on his right arm.

"Hum!"

An incredible scene occurred.

The incomplete space Dao patterns that originally belonged to Yang Mei Da Xian actually resonated with Di Jiang's space law mark.

Two distinct yet converging spatial powers intertwined, erupting with spatial fluctuations that far exceeded the limits of a Tai Yi Jin Xian.

A blinding silver pillar of light shot into the sky from Su Chen's right arm.

The silver light transformed into an invisible blade, directly piercing Yingzhao's locked cyan wind domain, shooting into the endless void beyond the thirty-three heavens.

At the same time, the distant Primordial World.

Deep within Mount Wuzhou, inside the Pangu Hall heaven and earth.

Di Jiang, sitting cross-legged in the center of the temple, opened his eyes abruptly.

Space laws vibrated violently around him, and the firelight in the hall extinguished instantly.

"Su Chen is in danger," Di Jiang whispered coldly.

He sensed that the mark he had left behind had been activated. Di Jiang did not hesitate in the slightest, his Ancestral Wu true form manifesting instantly.

Six feet and four wings, his whole body red as cinnabar fire, without face or eyes.

The majestic space laws gathered into a silver storm before him.

Di Jiang raised his massive claws and tore fiercely at the void ahead.

"Open!"

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, the void outside the Southern Tianmen.

Yingzhao was preparing to unleash his divine ability to completely crush the Nine Demon Pagoda's defense.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.

The void that had been completely locked by his wind laws emitted a crisp sound like tearing silk.

"Swoosh—"

A silver crack a hundred zhang long hung across the cloud sea outside the Southern Tianmen without warning.

Within the crack, deep space-time turbulence churned frantically.

A vast, majestic, and terrifying pressure filled with endless overbearingness surged out along the space crack, directly dispersing the cyan wind domain Yingzhao had set up.

"This aura, it's the Ancestral Wu Di Jiang!"

Yingzhao's pupils contracted violently.

He instantly identified the source of this aura.

It was the Ancestral Wu of space and speed, Di Jiang!

That human ant was actually able to cross the layers of barriers beyond the thirty-three heavens and directly invoke the Ancestral Wu of the Pangu Hall to take action across the realm to help him!

And in the moment he was stunned, the space crack expanded rapidly, gradually forming a stable silver channel.

At the other end of the channel, the black mountain body of Mount Wuzhou, which pierced the clouds, was faintly visible.

Su Chen felt the pulling force from the channel and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Go!"

Su Chen whispered, holding up the Nine Demon Pagoda, grabbing Sun Wukong, his figure turning into a stream of light and heading straight for that silver space channel.

In mid-air, Yingzhao's face twisted.

The duck in his mouth must not fly away!

If a supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure slipped away right under his nose, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"Stay!"

Yingzhao roared.

He grabbed backhand, and a long spear, pitch-gray all over with violent hurricanes wrapped around the shaft, appeared in his hand.

Mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, Wind God Spear.

Yingzhao poured all his late-stage Semi-Sage demonic power and wind laws into the Wind God Spear without reservation.

The spear body vibrated violently, emitting a harsh sonic boom.

Yingzhao's arm muscles bulged, aiming at Su Chen and Sun Wukong, who were about to step into the space channel, and threw the spear.

"Boom!"

The moment the Wind God Spear left his hand, it directly drained the heaven and earth spiritual energy within a radius of ten thousand miles.

The cyan storm condensed at the spear tip transformed into a green phoenix with a wingspan of ten thousand zhang in mid-air.

The green phoenix cried, the sound waves transforming into tangible blades, cutting deep cracks into the white jade pillars on both sides of the Southern Tianmen.

The ten-thousand-zhang green phoenix carried the destructive momentum of tearing apart the great thousand worlds, heading straight for Su Chen and Sun Wukong, wanting to break the Nine Demon Pagoda's defense in one blow.

The massive cyan green phoenix, carrying the must-kill strike of a late-stage Semi-Sage, smashed fiercely into the gray light shield dropped by the Nine Demon Pagoda.

"Clang—"

A loud sound that shattered the galaxy exploded outside the Southern Tianmen. ===== CHAPTER 373 =====