Chapter 866

Once he fell into Zhunti's hands, the outcome would be absolutely miserable.

It would be ten thousand times worse than death.

A look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he let out a long howl.

A black pagoda appeared in his hand; the Demon Pagoda grew rapidly in the wind, reaching ten thousand zhang in height, resembling a majestic Netherworld.

The demonic aura flowing within it seemed to corrode and devour everything.

"Kill!"

Demon Venerable Jin Yu charged forward, attacking Zhunti.

Zhunti's expression was calm, his gaze indifferent.

A giant palm descended, transforming into a Bodhi World, enveloping Demon Venerable Jin Yu.

The Bodhi World bloomed with endless radiance.

Accompanied by a rumbling divine sound, it descended.

Space collapsed, and time was extinguished.

With a scream, the figure of Demon Venerable Jin Yu was directly ground into nothingness.

His Primordial Spirit was also imprisoned by Zhunti.

Watching this scene, countless living beings were shaken.

All the demons turned into fly ash in an instant, leaving not even a trace behind.

"Below the Saint, all are ants"—this is no empty phrase.

In Zhunti's palm, a World of Ultimate Bliss evolved; Buddhist light shone vast and mighty, Zen sounds drifted softly, appearing extremely sacred and majestic, exuding endless compassion.

It seemed capable of helping living beings transcend the sea of suffering and reach the other shore.

Yet this was merely a superficial appearance; this World of Ultimate Bliss appeared supreme and benevolent, yet it harbored endless killing intent.

Buddhas, Arhats, and Vajras all wore angry expressions; as they shifted between reality and illusion, their figures transformed into evil ghosts and Yakshas.

With ferocious expressions, they roared and swarmed toward Demon Venerable Jin Yu's Primordial Spirit to tear it apart.

For a moment, his Dao heart nearly collapsed; he was terrified, horrified, and in extreme agony.

"Bai Qian, Master of Qingqiu, pays respects to Saint Lin Xia."

Bai Qian's beautiful eyes regained their luster; she moved her body, arrived above the void, and bowed gracefully to Lin Xia.

A wonderful, fragrant breeze wafted toward him.

"Many thanks to the Saint for helping our clan resolve this great disaster."

Lin Xia waved his hand.

"No need for formalities; I merely did it in passing."

"If not for the Saint's protection, the Qingqiu clan would have long been wiped out by the Demon Race."

"Such kindness is like a rebirth; the Qingqiu clan will never forget it."

Bai Qian said earnestly.

Her tone was calm and natural, filled with sincerity.

It sounded inexplicably pleasant to the ear.

Bai Qian seemed to remember something and said with some guilt:

"Saint, my daughters have been rude; please forgive them."

Hearing their mother speak, Bai Muxue and Bai Muyu consciously came before Lin Xia.

However, their every movement was no longer as natural as before.

Bai Muxue's movements were filled with restraint, while Bai Muyu was somewhat shy.

Seeing Lin Xia's gaze turn toward them, a blush involuntarily rose on their pretty faces, and their toes twitched unconsciously.

Shyness, nervousness, panic—all sorts of emotions were present.

This was the so-called suppression of aura.

Before she realized Lin Xia's identity, she felt that aside from being handsome and having a good temperament, there was nothing peculiar about him.

But now, even though Lin Xia had not changed at all, she felt her heart filled with pressure.

Bai Muxue was innocent and carefree, so the pressure was slightly less; she bowed gracefully to Lin Xia.

"Greetings, Saint."

Lin Xia smiled lightly and said casually:

"No need for restraint; just be natural."

"Actually, I still prefer interacting with you as usual."

"Really?"

Bai Muxue looked at Lin Xia with her bright, lively eyes, full of surprise.

"Of course it's true."

Lin Xia nodded.

"Do you think I'm any different from before?"

"No, no."

Bai Muxue's clear, crystal-like eyes were full of anticipation as she looked timidly at Lin Xia.

"Then... can I still call you Brother?"

"Of course you can."

Lin Xia ruffled Bai Muxue's hair.

Bai Muxue's heart pounded, her heart racing like a deer, as if she were soaking in a honey pot.

Her body couldn't help but lean closer to Lin Xia.

Bai Muyu looked at Bai Muxue with an unreadable expression.

Previously, she thought her sister was naive and childish, ignorant of the ways of the world.

To put it nicely, it was called pure; to put it bluntly, it was called brainless.

But looking at it now, innocence seemed to be a virtue.

Being a bit purer meant not thinking so much, and not having so many burdens.

At the very least, she couldn't be like her sister, who, after learning Lin Xia's identity, could shift her mindset so quickly and interact with him calmly without any pressure.

"Little friend, you suppressed the Glazed Demon Lord, which is equivalent to offending the Demon Race; Luo Hou will certainly not sit idly by."

Zhunti came to Lin Xia's side and reminded him.

"You have slaughtered no fewer demons than I have; if Luo Hou wants to settle scores, he will come for you first."

"You should worry about yourself first."

Lin Xia said with a half-smile.

Zhunti gave a sheepish laugh.

The hatred for the destruction of his sect had become Zhunti's inner demon; he dreamed of slaying Luo Hou and wiping out the Demon Race.

However, with his ability, no matter how many ages he cultivated, he was destined not to be Luo Hou's match, so he could only pin his hopes on Lin Xia taking action.

As long as Luo Hou was removed, the rest would be nothing to worry about, but this little scheme naturally could not be hidden from Lin Xia.

Lin Xia said faintly:

"Rest assured, even if I don't go looking for Luo Hou, he will appear on his own."

As soon as these words were spoken, Bai Qian's expression changed instantly.

As the Demon Ancestor, Luo Hou's strength was unquestionable, definitely far more terrifying than the Glazed Demon Lord.

If he were to vent his anger on the Qingqiu clan, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Little friend, are you saying Luo Hou has already noticed?"

Zhunti said in shock.

However, before his voice had even faded, the sky suddenly dimmed.

Within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, the area was shrouded by infinite tribulation clouds.

Demonic energy surged, and black clouds filled the sky.

A terrifying pressure swept across the endless universe.

It was so oppressive that people could not breathe.

The entire Qingqiu Divine Realm trembled incessantly.

It gave one the feeling that the end of the world was about to descend. ===== CHAPTER 868 =====