Chapter 684: Deep into the Core, the Ultimate Confrontation

These tentacles are dozens of meters long, their surfaces covered in a sticky, foul-smelling black liquid.

Any object that comes into contact with this liquid is instantly corroded away.

"Careful!" Zhang Wuji shouted, brandishing the Heaven-Reliant Sword to slash at the nearest tentacle.

The blade collided with the tentacle, erupting in blinding sparks.

Although the tentacle was severed, more black liquid immediately surged from the cut.

Nezha also stepped forward, his Fire-Tipped Spear igniting with raging flames, burning several tentacles to ash.

Other cultivators successively cast defensive spells, with various shields and barriers emerging one after another.

But the evil tentacles' offensive was too fierce, and several lower-level cultivators were still struck.

Their bodies were instantly corroded by the black liquid, emitting shrill screams.

"Hold on!" Xuantianzi shouted.

"The barrier has already begun to collapse; we cannot give up at a time like this!"

Everyone gritted their teeth and held on, fending off the tentacles' attacks while continuing to bombard the barrier.

After a fierce battle of offense and defense, the black barrier finally shattered completely.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the entire barrier dissipated into the air as black specks of light.

But the righteous Coalition Army also paid a heavy price, with five cultivators already seriously injured in the battle.

"Quick! Enter the interior of the volcano!" Xuantianzi urged.

Everyone dared not delay and immediately rushed toward the entrance of the dormant volcano.

As soon as they entered the volcano's interior, everyone felt an even more intense evil aura.

This aura was not only nauseating but also affected one's sanity.

Some lower-level cultivators began to experience hallucinations, with various terrifying scenes appearing before their eyes.

"Steady your minds!" Abbot Fahui chanted Buddhist scriptures loudly.

"Namo Amitabha, these are all illusions; do not be deceived!"

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures echoed in the volcanic passage, helping everyone resist the erosion of the evil aura.

But before they could even adapt to the environment, the Demonic Cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect appeared.

These Demonic Cultivators had long since discovered the intruders and set up ambushes at every key position in the passage.

Leading them was a ferocious-looking Demonic Cultivator Elder whose strength had reached the Mahayana stage.

"Intruders! Kill them!"

At the Demonic Cultivator Elder's command, dozens of Demonic Cultivators rushed out from the Yinying.

The appearances of these Demonic Cultivators had undergone terrifying changes; strengthened by evil power, their strength had improved significantly.

Even more terrifying was their fighting style, which was extremely crazed and completely indifferent to their own lives.

Both sides engaged in a brutal slaughter within the narrow volcanic passage.

The light of various spells illuminated the dark underground space, with the sounds of explosions and screams rising one after another.

Lin Xuan displayed astonishing strength during the battle.

The power of his Genesis Bloodline received an extra bonus when facing evil enemies, and every attack could easily tear through the Demonic Cultivators' defenses.

A Demonic Cultivator brandished a Black Long Blade and hacked toward Lin Xuan, the blade wreathed in thick demonic Qi.

Lin Xuan did not dodge or evade, meeting it head-on with his fist.

The golden bloodline power collided with the black demonic Qi, instantly erupting in blinding light.

The Demonic Cultivator's Black Long Blade was shattered, and the person was sent flying by the immense impact.

After crashing into the stone wall, they turned directly into a pool of flesh and blood.

"This kind of power..." Jian Wuchen watched in shock.

The strength Lin Xuan was displaying now was even more terrifying than when he had lost control before.

But the difference was that the current Lin Xuan remained completely rational, with every attack precise and effective.

This combination of calmness and power was deeply shocking.

Nezha and Zhang Wuji followed closely by Lin Xuan's side, the three of them coordinating with tacit understanding.

The Fire-Tipped Spear and the Heaven-Reliant Sword exerted immense power in the narrow passage, forcing the Demonic Cultivators to retreat step by step.

The other righteous cultivators were not to be outdone, with various spells emerging one after another.

Jian Wuchen's sword Qi crisscrossed, and every strike could slay a Demonic Cultivator.

Wuyuanzi's Five Elements spells were unpredictable, leaving the Demonic Cultivators unable to defend against them.

Abbot Fahui's Buddha light was the bane of the Demonic Cultivators; any Demonic Cultivator illuminated by the Buddha light would instantly turn to ash.

The battle was extremely intense, with both sides giving their all.

But the righteous cultivators clearly held the advantage, and the Demonic Cultivators began to retreat toward the depths of the volcano.

"Don't let them escape!" Lin Xuan shouted.

"We must stop Xue Wutian from completing the ritual!"

After a bloody battle along the way, the righteous Coalition Army finally fought their way to the Core area of the underground palace.

When everyone rushed out of the final passage, the scene before them made everyone gasp.

Hundreds of corpses were piled up in front of the massive altar; these were the Demonic Cultivators the Blood Demon Sect had sacrificed to accelerate the ritual.

The corpses were layered upon one another, fresh blood pooled into small rivers, and the air was filled with a heavy, bloody stench.

Even more terrifying was that these corpses all maintained the painful expressions they had before death, as if silently accusing something.

The deep pit in the center of the altar had expanded several times over, reaching a diameter of nearly a hundred meters.

Viscous black liquid surged continuously from the deep pit, and that liquid emitted a suffocating evil aura.

Any object that came into contact with this liquid would be instantly corroded away, and even the hard stone altar showed deep indentations.

The most terrifying thing was that a huge outline was vaguely visible at the bottom of the deep pit.

That outline was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, but everyone could feel the terrifying power contained within it.

This was the Yuan Gu Moshen that was about to awaken.

"Is... is this the legendary Moshen?" a cultivator asked with a trembling voice.

Just by seeing the outline, they felt a fear that came from the bottom of their hearts.

If this existence truly awakened completely, the entire Immortal cultivation world would indeed face a catastrophe.

Just at this moment, a burst of wild laughter came from the altar.

"Hahaha! You are too late!"

Everyone looked up and discovered that Xue Wutian was standing on the edge of the altar.

But the current Xue Wutian no longer looked like a human at all.

His body was semi-fused with the Soul-Devouring Demon Bead, turning into a twisted monster.

The upper body barely maintained a human shape, but the lower body had already completely merged with the Demon Bead.

Countless black tentacles extended from the fusion site, dancing continuously in the air.

His skin had turned a metallic black, and the surface was covered with blood-red patterns.

These patterns were constantly wriggling, as if they were living blood vessels.

The most terrifying thing was his eyes, which had completely turned into black whirlpools, containing endless evil and madness within them.

"The great Lord Moshen has already begun to awaken!" Xue Wutian continued to laugh wildly.

"In another half an hour, he will be able to descend completely!"

"By then, all of you will become nourishment for Lord Moshen!"

"The entire Immortal cultivation world will be reduced to ashes in the wrath of the Moshen!"

As he spoke, the aura on Xue Wutian's body climbed crazily.

His strength had already reached the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence stage, and there were even faint signs of breaking through to a higher realm.

This powerful pressure made most of the cultivators present feel a suffocating fear.

Some disciples with lower cultivation levels even knelt directly on the ground, unable to withstand this terrifying sense of oppression.