Chapter 466: Dead End

Above the Flaming Mountain, the Demon Master Palace spanned the firmament.

That dark palace caused the void to sink layer by layer.

Within the palace gates, phantoms of ten thousand demons roared; there were ancient fierce birds flapping their wings, North Sea Giant Kuns swinging their tails, and ancient demon gods wielding weapons and hissing, demon texts rotating in layers, forcibly blocking the slaughter of the Mountain and River Map and the Taiyin Divine Wheel.

Kun Peng stood behind the palace, his chest heaving; his hair crown had long since shattered, and his disheveled long hair was stained with demon blood.

He had lived for too long, so long that many ancient events had become legends in the eyes of the beings of the Three Realms, so long that the events of that year seemed to have been forgotten by him.

But today, when Bai Ze and Chang Xi appeared, the events of the past surfaced in his mind once again.

The first attack was blocked by the Demon Master Palace; Bai Ze naturally would not give Kun Peng a chance to catch his breath, driving the Mountain and River Map, the phantoms of Primordial mountains and rivers in the scroll pressing down to suppress the Demon Master Palace.

Chang Xi stood in the Taiyin moonlight, the Taiyin Divine Wheel rotating, the wheel blades slicing through the void, leaving fine black lines, heading straight for the Demon Master Palace.

"Kun Peng, back when you betrayed the Demon Court, this old man lacked the power to kill you."

Bai Ze raised a hand and pointed, an ancient great river rushing out from the Mountain and River Map, the river water rolling toward the Demon Master Palace.

"But today, this old man will not let you escape."

Kun Peng laughed in extreme anger: "Bai Ze, stop putting on the face of a loyal minister before this seat! The Demon Court has already been destroyed, Di Jun and Tai Yi are both dead; only those who survive have the qualifications to talk about the future!"

Chang Xi had no superfluous words, the Taiyin Divine Wheel slashing down, striking the light screen of the Demon Master Palace; the phantoms of ten thousand demons within the palace gates screamed in unison, all of them annihilated.

The phantom of the Demon Master Palace swayed, Kun Peng formed seals with both hands, biting his tongue to spray demon blood, sprinkling it onto the Demon Master Palace.

The gates of the Demon Master Palace swung wide, the phantoms of ten thousand demons within reborn, suddenly expanding; fierce birds spread their wings, demon apes pounded their chests, flood dragons coiled, forcibly holding up the sharpness of the Taiyin Divine Wheel.

But just at this moment, Su Chen also struck.

The Nine Demon Tower flew out from above his head, the nine layers of the tower, demon patterns flowing, turning into a black meteor, smashing down toward the Demon Master Palace.

Kun Peng's pupils contracted at the sight.

Bang!

The Nine Demon Tower fell, the Demon Master Palace shook violently, and the phantoms of ten thousand demons within the palace gates collapsed once again.

The Mountain and River Map took the opportunity to press down, the Taiyin Divine Wheel cutting across.

Three innate spiritual treasures struck simultaneously from three directions; the Demon Master Palace could no longer hold on, the demon texts on the phantom of the palace extinguishing one by one, the entire palace falling back in gloom.

Kun Peng felt a shock in his chest, opening his mouth to spray blood.

In the distance above the sea of blood, Ancestor Friend Ming He caught a glimpse of this scene, sitting on the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, the center of his brows twitching.

"This fellow Kun Peng is likely going to be finished."

The Yuantu sword hummed, the Abi sword's killing intent leaking out.

Doumu Yuanjun shook her star banner, star chains descending from all four directions, saying coldly: "Friend Ming He, do you still want to stop us?"

Friend Ming He laughed dryly: "This poor Daoist is just passing by; this is a misunderstanding, you two don't be anxious."

He said he was passing by, but the two swords in his hands were not slow in the slightest, the river of blood overturning heaven, blocking the starlight and the Earth Book's mountains and rivers.

In the Flaming Mountain, Kun Peng took advantage of the gap when the Demon Master Palace was shaken back, his figure suddenly becoming ethereal.

Because he saw an opportunity: Su Chen, with the Immortal Dao magic power of a Mid-Stage Great Luo Golden Immortal, had first driven the Chaos Bell, then controlled the Nine Demon Tower; no matter how strong his physical body was, his magic power should be bottoming out.

Kun Peng bet that Su Chen no longer had the power to drive the Chaos Bell again.

The Great Peng wings behind him spread, Kun Peng speed activated, his entire person turning into a wisp of ghostly shadow, avoiding the suppression of the Mountain and River Map, wanting to escape.

As long as he could leave the Flaming Mountain and return to the North Sea.

One day, he, Kun Peng, would still be able to make a comeback.

"Su Chen, this seat will remember you!"

Kun Peng's voice was still in place, but he had already swept toward beyond the heavens.

The Bull Demon King saw this from afar, cursing anxiously: "Damn it, this old bird is running again!"

In the Flaming Mountain, Su Chen looked at Kun Peng's figure, his gaze calm.

Kun Peng was not wrong; his magic power was indeed running low.

But he did not rely on his Hunyuan magic power to fight Kun Peng, but on his physical body.

The "Nine Turns of Chaos" operated madly, the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints in Su Chen's body vibrating in unison, the miniature worlds within the acupoints opening and closing simultaneously, the dragon of his spine pulsing, chaotic blood and Qi racing along the Five Elements law channels.

Su Chen pressed onto the Chaos Bell, using chaotic blood and Qi as a guide, using his physical body's origin to toll the supreme treasure.

The Chaos Bell was struck as if by an ancient demon god.

"Dong!"

The bell tolled, and the void around Kun Peng was fixed by the Chaos Bell.

The Great Peng wings behind Kun Peng remained in their spread posture, but the surrounding time and space were simultaneously fixed by the Chaos Bell, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

"Kun Peng, I said, you cannot run today."

Taking this opportunity, Bai Ze and Chang Xi struck simultaneously.

The Mountain and River Map rolled up ten thousand miles of mountain terrain, suppressing from above; the Taiyin Divine Wheel turned into a full moon, silver light illuminating Kun Peng's body, and wherever the moonlight passed, demon blood froze into frost, wings cracking.

Kun Peng's eyes were blood-red; he did not want to die.

He had schemed for countless years, borne the name of a traitor for countless years, survived the Lich Calamity—how could he die in a trap set by a junior?

"Want to kill this seat?" Kun Peng let out a hysterical roar from his throat.

"You are not worthy!"

Black origin fire ignited from within his body; the fire had no temperature, yet it caused the surrounding void to collapse inch by inch.

The origin of a peak Semi-Sage was ignited, Kun Peng's aura surging, and the time-space seal that had been fixed by the Chaos Bell was actually forced open by him.

Su Chen pressed his palm against the bell wall, wanting to fix Kun Peng again, but although the Chaos Bell was an innate supreme treasure, Su Chen's cultivation was indeed insufficient, making it difficult to fix him again.

Kun Peng roared wildly, his wings flapping, forcibly shattering the time-space seal and breaking free from the Chaos Bell's suppression.

As soon as he broke free, he spat out two mouthfuls of essence blood; the first fell onto a slender sword with North Sea cold patterns floating on the sword spine—it was his mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, the North Sea Sword.

The second mouthful of blood fell onto the low-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Innate Mysterious Water Bead.

Once the North Sea Sword appeared, a black river of swords spanned the firmament, meeting the Primordial mountain terrain pressed down by the Mountain and River Map.

The Innate Mysterious Water Bead flew up, ten thousand layers of mysterious water turning into a screen, blocking before the Taiyin Divine Wheel.

But these two innate spiritual treasures were, after all, of insufficient grade; although driven by Kun Peng's essence blood, they were still no match for the Mountain and River Map and the Taiyin Divine Wheel.

The mountains in the Mountain and River Map collapsed, the river of swords broke in large swaths, the Taiyin Divine Wheel sliced open the mysterious water light screen, the bead wailing, unable to resist.

The Taiyin Divine Wheel split the Mysterious Water Bead, slicing across Kun Peng from his left shoulder to his waist and abdomen; half of Kun Peng's body had its flesh and blood rolled back, his bones visible and ominous.

Kun Peng flew backward, spilling black demon blood along the way, but he did not die.

Bai Ze saw this, the Mountain and River Map rolling up, turning into countless mountain and river chains to seal all four directions.

Chang Xi raised her hand, the Taiyin Divine Wheel hanging high in the sky, turning into a full moon.

Under the full moon, moonlight descended from the sky, every wisp capable of slicing apart a Primordial Spirit.

Su Chen carried the Guixu Divine Axe forward, chaotic Qi patterns spreading beneath his feet; with one step, he appeared behind Kun Peng.

The three formed a triangle, trapping Kun Peng in the center.

At this moment, Kun Peng finally stumbled and stood firm.

His left side was still dripping blood, the origin fire burning his face into a withered state, an old wound recurring on his forehead.

That was the Heaven-Opening axe mark left by Su Chen at Star-Breaking Abyss that day.

It had originally been forcibly suppressed by his peak Semi-Sage cultivation, but now that he was burning his origin, his aura was chaotic, and that Dao wound reappeared.

Kun Peng let out a suppressed painful roar, covering his forehead with both hands; the North Sea Sword and the Innate Mysterious Water Bead shook simultaneously, their spiritual light flickering uncertainly.

Su Chen saw that axe mark, the Guixu Divine Axe in his palm vibrating gently. ===== CHAPTER 467 =====