Chapter 375: The Last Chance

The bell rang.

The heaven and earth outside the Southern Tianmen stood completely still.

Yingzhao's broken wind law hurricane froze in mid-air, and the splashing gravel hung suspended.

The terrified expression on the venomous python demon general's face solidified.

Even the thousand-zhang heavenly blade condensed by Di Jiang from pure space laws hung above Yingzhao's head, unable to fall.

Above the thirty-three heavens, the Dong Huang Palace.

Dong Huang Taiyi sat on the divine throne, clad in golden imperial robes, divine light penetrating the void as his eyes opened and closed.

He did not even stand up, only emitting a cold snort.

"Di Jiang, do you really think the Demon Court is your backyard?"

Taiyi raised his right hand and flicked his finger.

An ancient bell of mysterious yellow color flew out from the layers of heavenly palaces, manifesting directly above the Southern Tianmen.

The surface of the bell was engraved with infinitely complex supreme Dao patterns.

It floated quietly, looking unremarkable, but it became the center of the entire area outside the Southern Tianmen.

Outside the bell, phantoms of the sun, moon, and stars circled, and earth, water, fire, and wind flowed; inside the bell, mountains and rivers appeared, and all living beings worshipped.

This was the innate supreme treasure, the Chaos Bell.

It suppressed the Primordial World and twisted the space-time of the heavens.

In terms of control over the space-time Dao, this heaven-opening supreme treasure naturally countered Di Jiang's space laws.

"Clang—"

The second bell chime rang out.

Tangible sound waves transformed into ripples, ignoring the distance of space and the obstruction of dimensions, directly impacting the silver channel connecting to Mount Wuzhou.

Inside the channel.

Su Chen and Sun Wukong were traveling at extreme speed, the black mountain body of Mount Wuzhou already close at hand.

But as the bell rang, Di Jiang's giant hand covering the sky, condensed from space laws, disintegrated instantly before the might of the Chaos Bell, transforming into specks of silver light across the sky.

The silver barriers of the channel were covered in cracks, then shattered with a roar.

Su Chen felt an irresistible might penetrate his physical body, reaching his soul directly.

His sixth-turn physical body of the "Nine Turns of Chaos," which he took pride in, did not even have the qualifications to defend before this power.

Sun Wukong roared, attempting to raise the Ruyi Jingu Bang to counterattack, but found his body completely unable to move, space-time seeming to be stretched infinitely around them.

"Taiyi!"

Di Jiang's furious roar came from the end of the channel.

Mount Wuzhou, Pangu Hall heaven and earth.

Di Jiang's massive Ancestral Wu true form shook violently, a wisp of silver blood actually spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The space channel was forcibly severed, and the backlash force of the space laws being shattered caused this head of the Twelve Ancestral Wu to suffer a slight injury.

The space channel before him collapsed completely, and he could no longer sense the auras of Su Chen and Sun Wukong.

Zhurong and Gonggong rushed forward, supporting Di Jiang.

"Big brother!"

Di Jiang wiped the essence blood from the corner of his mouth, killing intent boiling in his eyes.

"Call upon my Wu Clan children." Di Jiang's voice was cold. "Prepare for war."

Beyond the thirty-three heavens.

The silver space channel was crushed alive by the Chaos Bell.

In the void fault, the violent space-time power formed a massive vortex.

Two figures were thrown out fiercely by the vortex.

Fortunately, when Di Jiang's space law giant hand shattered, the remaining space laws transformed into a thin film, protecting them.

This film saved them from being shredded by the void turbulence.

"Bang! Bang!"

Su Chen and Sun Wukong fell from mid-air, smashing heavily onto the broken white jade square outside the Southern Tianmen.

Su Chen's bones were mostly broken, the chaotic glazed-colored skin on his body completely dimmed, and chaotic-colored bones were exposed over a large area.

Blood gathered into a pool beside his body.

The heaven and earth within his three hundred and sixty-five acupoints were nearly stagnant.

The Five Elements channels collapsed, the spinal dragon stopped thrashing, and the Primordial Jin Dan dimmed, falling into complete silence.

Sun Wukong was equally miserable, his golden fur matted with blood, the web between his thumbs gripping the Ruyi Jingu Bang cracked, deep to the bone.

His origin as a Lingming Stone Monkey revived under the stimulation of external forces, repairing his broken tendons and bones, but with little effect.

He struggled to stand up.

But his late-stage Great Luo magic power had also been exhausted in the previous crisis, his combat power now less than one in ten.

"Little brother..." Sun Wukong spat out blood foam, his voice hoarse.

"Can't die." Su Chen responded through gritted teeth.

He lay on the ground, looking at the mysterious yellow ancient bell radiating endless pressure above, sighing in his heart.

Innate supreme treasure.

This was the power standing at the pinnacle of the Primordial World.

Although his purpose for this trip was this Chaos Bell, seeing this supreme treasure at this moment was truly not a good thing.

Because the Chaos Bell at this time was not an ownerless object.

Repelling Di Jiang, the bell chime faded.

The Chaos Bell transformed into a stream of light, escaping back to the Dong Huang Palace.

Space-time outside the Southern Tianmen resumed operation.

The thousand-zhang space heavenly blade hanging above Yingzhao's head lost its power support, shattering inch by inch and dissipating into nothingness.

Yingzhao's massive Demon Sage true form landed on the ground.

He breathed heavily, his whole body covered in wounds deep to the bone, blood flowing horizontally.

He looked at the dissipating space heavenly blade, his eyes full of the joy of surviving a disaster.

"Many thanks to His Majesty Taiyi for taking action to save me!" Yingzhao could not care about his injuries.

He knelt on one knee in the direction of the Dong Huang Palace, shouting loudly.

However, there was no response.

Taiyi was not like Di Jun, focused on cultivation and almost ignoring the political affairs of the Demon Court.

If Di Jiang's space laws had not hit outside the Southern Tianmen, damaging the face of the Demon Court, Taiyi would not have taken action at all.

Yingzhao stood up, transforming into a human form.

He wiped the blood from his face and turned to look at the deep pit not far away.

Su Chen lay at the bottom of the pit, breathing his last.

Sun Wukong on the side, although standing, posed no threat to him at all.

The fire of greed in Yingzhao's eyes ignited again.

He walked toward the two step by step.

The wounds on Yingzhao's body were still bleeding, but the powerful strength of a late-stage Semi-Sage was taking effect.

Every step he took, his aura grew stronger by a point; after only a few steps, he looked as if he had recovered as before.

Yingzhao walked to Sun Wukong, the Wind God Spear in his hand directly sweeping away Sun Wukong, who was attempting to resist.

He arrived before Su Chen, looking down at Su Chen from above.

Violent wind laws circled around him.

A human ant had nearly caused him, a dignified Demon Sage, to die and lose his face.

But as long as he got that supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure, all of this was worth it.

"Di Jiang cannot save you." Yingzhao gripped the Wind God Spear in his hand tightly.

The spear tip condensed cyan wind laws, flickering uncertainly.

"Hand over that black pagoda," Yingzhao said coldly. "This Sage will leave you a whole corpse."

Su Chen coughed up blood, his eyes looking coldly at Yingzhao, saying nothing.

He was currently communicating with the Heavenly Secret Tianji Baojian within his sea of consciousness; this was his last chance.

"Heavenly Secret Tianji Baojian, consume Heavenly Secret Points, deduce a path of survival for me!"

Su Chen's intent communicated with the silent Heavenly Secret Tianji Baojian in his sea of consciousness.

As his intent was transmitted, the silent Heavenly Secret Tianji Baojian unfolded, glowing slightly, and a line of text appeared on the mirror:

【Deducing a path of survival requires consuming 800 Heavenly Secret Points, confirm?】

Su Chen had not yet confirmed, but Yingzhao was already impatient.

He raised the Wind God Spear, the wind laws at the spear tip gathering, aiming at Su Chen's brow.

"Stubborn."

He prepared to pierce Su Chen's sea of consciousness in one blow and forcibly seize the Nine Demon Pagoda.

Just at this critical moment.

"Stop."

A calm, majestic voice rang in Yingzhao's ears. ===== CHAPTER 376 =====