Chapter 4567: Dark Realm Demon King Finally Reveals Himself, Heart Prison Demon King!

As the words fell, an even more vast and boundless aura erupted from Di Huang's body.

As the former Zhenhuang King of the Loulan lineage, a Near-God powerhouse.

Di Huang's strength was naturally beyond doubt.

Even if not at his peak state, he was absolutely not to be underestimated.

If it was said that before, he merely felt Jun Xiaoyao was somewhat an eyesore.

Then now, after seeing the Loulan Empress Mingxi and Jun Xiaoyao playing the zither together.

In Di Huang's eyes, Jun Xiaoyao had already become an existence that must be erased.

Di Huang gripped the long halberd, the surging power on his body pouring into it.

On the halberd blade, dense blood-colored runic patterns began to light up.

Like bizarre crimson stars exploding one after another.

"Sever!"

The Zhen Tian Ancient Halberd in Di Huang's hand swept out horizontally!

An incomparably huge halberd light spread out, ten thousand zhang long, carrying a terrifying might that suppressed heaven and earth.

And within that spreading blood-colored halberd light, many terrifying illusory phenomena emerged.

Scenes such as blood-colored battlefields, myriad powerhouses falling, and blood rain drifting appeared.

As the former Zhenhuang King of the Loulan lineage.

Di Huang himself held the authority of slaughter.

He was a leader who commanded armies.

So his various killing methods were also incomparably terrifying.

Once, countless powerhouses had fallen under his Zhen Tian Ancient Halberd.

That kind of battle intent and killing qi had seeped into Di Huang's very bones.

Making his every move carry a heaven-shaking killing intent.

And facing this strike of Di Huang's.

The Loulan Empress, temporarily borrowing Jiang Yunran's body, also had a profound light emerge in her eyes.

As her jade fingers plucked.

Clang!

The first zither note rang out.

That sound seemed to fall into the long river of time.

As if a vast and boundless illusory realm of heaven and earth manifested.

The earth vast and desolate, the sky vast and expansive.

An ancient tree grew out from the void.

The trunk thick as mountains, branches and leaves covering the sky dome.

That was the Withering and Flourishing Tree of Time.

The branches swayed slightly.

On every leaf, it seemed to reflect the rise and fall of the four seasons of all things.

Spring birth, summer growth, autumn withering, winter silence.

All things revolving.

And at the same time.

Jun Xiaoyao likewise had a realization.

The Spring Thunder Ancient Zither resonated even more, the zither strings trembling like spring thunder awakening hibernating insects.

A bolt of Lei Ting pierced through the sky dome.

As if tearing through chaos, all things reviving.

The Autumn Frost Ancient Zither's zither sound rang out again.

Carrying a kind of cold desolation of time.

Where the zither sound passed, autumn frost like snow, all things withering.

Vitality and withering, alternating in an instant.

Spring Thunder and Autumn Frost.

Two completely different powers, intertwining in the void.

And what was strange was.

Jun Xiaoyao and the Loulan Empress.

Could be said to be completely figures of two different eras.

But at this moment, across the chasm of eras.

The cooperation between Jun Xiaoyao and the Loulan Empress was incomparably tacit.

As if the two were born with some kind of karmic connection.

Even, if any other person were to see this scene, they would misunderstand.

Thinking the Loulan Empress and Jun Xiaoyao were people who had known each other for a long time and had a close relationship.

This scene undoubtedly made Di Huang even more psychologically unbalanced, his killing intent toward Jun Xiaoyao growing even thicker.

The zither sounds of the Spring Thunder and Autumn Frost two ancient zithers fused and intertwined in the void.

That manifested Withering and Flourishing Tree of Time.

Trembled and swayed even more, manifesting the supreme profundities of life and death, flourishing and withering.

Heaven and earth seemed to be drawn into the torrent of time.

The long cycle of reincarnation seemed to complete in a single instant.

A cold voice rang out from the Loulan Empress's mouth.

"A great dream of spring and autumn, withering and flourishing for ten thousand ages!"

The entire heaven and earth, the whole cosmos, seemed to be affected by the profundity of time and the profundity of withering and flourishing.

Powerful as Di Huang was, swinging the Heaven-Suppressing Ancient Halberd, his might was peerless, like a blood-colored War God.

But his offensive was also dissolved by that profundity of time, withering, and flourishing.

The divine abilities and techniques he unleashed seemed to have rotted away in the vicissitudes of time.

Amidst the transformations of withering and flourishing, they were completely ground down to nothing.

At the same time, the two's zither-sound offensive continued to envelop the area.

Di Huang's towering body, like a demonic mountain peak, was also trembling.

One could see that the dark-gold battle armor on his surface, already shattered,

Was even more like something rotten, stained with rust.

One could see how powerful this move of the Loulan Empress was.

The aura on Di Huang's body also began to fall into disorder and dissipate.

His physical body, amidst this transformation of the withering-and-flourishing reincarnation,

Seemed to show signs of collapsing.

"It's going to succeed!"

To the side, Xiao Kui saw this scene and also revealed a smile.

As expected, her master's talent was world-shaking.

Even if it was just a strand of consciousness, there was a way to deal with this Di Huang.

Xiao Kui also pushed her own power to the utmost limit.

The Holy Kui true body behind her blossomed with incomparably dazzling, brilliant divine radiance.

The huge golden flower disk, like an eternal divine sun.

Spewed out strands of dazzling golden flames.

Those were rule divine flames, burning everything, turning into a sea of fire that covered Di Huang, submerging him.

At the same time, the Chaos Four Spirits also made a move again.

The power of the four great rule attributes turned into four-colored light pillars, piercing toward Di Huang.

Under such numerous techniques and offensives.

Powerful as Di Huang was, his aura also produced violent fluctuations.

The armor on his body began to shatter.

At the same time, on his body, cracks emerged one after another, from within which black qi dissipated outward.

It appeared Di Huang seemed unable to hold on.

But Jun Xiaoyao did not relax his vigilance.

Di Huang's gaze looked at the Loulan Empress.

"Ming Xi, never thought there would be a day you would join an outsider to deal with me..."

"Heh... hehe..."

Di Huang let out a low, hoarse, yet heart-palpitating laugh.

The Loulan Empress's pupils remained cold and icy.

And at this moment.

A voice once again came from Di Huang's body.

Right, it was a voice transmitted from Di Huang's body, not the sound of him speaking himself.

"Di Huang, oh Di Huang, this King said it long ago, that so-called loyalty and admiration of yours."

"In her eyes, it's not worth a single coin."

"So, you needn't have any more scruples, just use absolute power to make her submit directly."

This figure's voice abruptly rang out, transmitted from within Di Huang's body, carrying a demonic power that bewitched the ears like demonic sound pouring into them.

As if letting anyone who heard it feel their five senses and divine sense fall into disorder.

As this voice fell.

From within Di Huang's shattered, cracked body, incomparably vast undying matter spewed forth.

Transforming into black clouds of smoke, rising behind Di Huang.

Within those rolling, dense black mist and smoke clouds.

An illusory, distorted, colossal demonic shadow emerged from within.

That demonic shadow was incomparably tall, its form blurred, yet exuding an indescribable pressure.

One could see he was draped in a black robe.

What was terrifying was that on that black robe, there seemed to be dense soul shadows tumbling about.

Countless twisted human faces emerged from the robe.

This robe was woven with the souls of hundreds of millions of living beings as threads.

And when this demonic shadow draped in the soul robe appeared.

Heaven and earth seemed to emit the sound of countless whispered voices.

Even Jun Xiaoyao felt that those countless voices, like a nightmare, caused his Primordial Spirit's sea of consciousness to tremble.

If not for his three-lifetime Primordial Spirit being extremely powerful.

He would very likely have been bewitched merely by hearing this sound, losing his self-awareness.

And upon seeing this demonic shadow, the Loulan Empress's pupils also revealed an unprecedented cold, sharp glint.

"Heart Prison Demon King, all of this was indeed your doing..."