Chapter 649: There Is Still a Great Fortune That Belongs to Him Alone
"Run? Do you think you can run?"
Shen Mo gave a faint smile.
The form of the Fleeting White Colt suddenly appeared.
Stepping on white clouds, his stride was swift as wind.
In just a blink, he was already within a hundred zhang of Shilu.
"Time to go."
Above Shen Mo's head, the image of the Primal Elephant manifested.
Six Ancient Void Swords suddenly condensed.
In an instant, they shot out like lightning.
"Ancient Void Sword!"
Shilu sensed that vast and ancient aura and was shaken to the core.
This sword technique was created specifically to slay demons.
Back in the war between gods and demons, countless demons fell beneath the Ancient Void Sword.
Among them were even Demon Saints!
Shilu clenched his teeth and directly detonated everything below his head.
His speed soared again.
Shen Mo only let out a cold laugh.
"Platinum Dragon Fist!"
He shouted lowly, and his fist wind surged forth.
A massive dragon's forelimb appeared.
In that moment, time seemed to freeze.
Shilu, in despair, found himself as slow as a snail.
He could only watch helplessly as the six Ancient Void Swords pierced through his skull.
Swish!
At the moment Shilu's head was pierced, the effect of the Platinum Dragon Fist finally ended.
Shen Mo fixed his gaze.
Shilu's demon core was actually hidden in his head.
No wonder even after blowing up his body, his head remained alive.
"Demon of the Corpse Division—doesn't taste good."
In Shen Mo's mind, the voice of the Nine Nether Ice Flame rang out with disdain.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Flame echoed seriously in agreement, clearly very much in accord.
"Why?" Shen Mo asked curiously.
"Dry and chewy, no juices," sighed the Nine Nether Ice Flame.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Flame added, "Mm! Mm!"
Shen Mo couldn't help but laugh.
He turned around and looked at Song Zhenfei and the others inside the formation.
Most of the disciples from the Five Thunder Mountain Sect had already been eaten by Shilu. The remaining cultivators did not escape and were all slain by the enraged survivors.
When they saw Shen Mo return, all of them bowed respectfully.
"Thank you, Daoist friend, for saving our lives!"
Their voices rose like thunder.
Shen Mo waved his hand with a smile. "It was nothing."
Song Zhenfei, Liu Yuntian, Zhang Changheng, and Wei Jincheng walked over to him, deeply moved.
"Never would we have thought that in such a short time, Brother Shen's strength would have advanced so rapidly! We are ashamed!" sighed Song Zhenfei.
Liu Yuntian cupped his fists and said, "Daoist Shen, I fear your number of Dao Patterns must be no less than seventy by now?"
Shen Mo simply gave a light smile and did not reply.
After obtaining the Divine Shadow Celestial Paste, the number of his Dao Patterns had skyrocketed.
At present, the total was already close to one hundred.
"You all should leave first."
Shen Mo pointed to the south. "That way leads to the exit of the cave."
"Thank you, thank you!"
The cultivators expressed their gratitude and departed in groups.
Song Zhenfei asked in confusion, "Brother Shen, you're not coming?"
Shen Mo smiled. "To me, there is still a precious treasure in this cave."
Seeing this, Song Zhenfei and the others said no more and left together.
After they were gone, Shen Mo began carefully searching the small island.
Soon after, he found a storage pouch among a pile of corpses.
The pouch mostly contained miscellaneous items.
But within them, Shen Mo discovered a Breaking Eight Desolate Talisman.
The owner of the storage pouch was likely a talented disciple from the Celestial Talisman Sect.
Their talent was probably not much inferior to Yue Xinglou, hence they also carried a Breaking Eight Desolate Talisman for protection.
Unfortunately, this person's luck was clearly terrible and they had been caught by Shilu not long ago—becoming food.
The storage pouch had fallen here.
And now, it benefited Shen Mo.
He raised his head and looked toward Dragon Tomb.
Beneath Dragon Tomb, at the abyss's bottom, there still lay a great fortune that belonged solely to him!
It was where that Demon Supreme—Shilu—had once lain!
At the bottom of the abyss lay the slumbering remains of Shilu and the two Great Demon Emperors under his command.
Now, lacking vitality, the Demon Supreme Shilu had still not managed to resurrect as expected.
As for those two Great Demon Emperors, at most they had barely regained some awareness and could not yet move freely.
Wasn't this a perfect opportunity?
Of course, for the vast majority of ordinary Nirvana Realm cultivators, actively entering the abyss and approaching Shilu was undoubtedly courting death.
After all, even in death, a Demon Supreme's surroundings contained boundless demonic energy and corpse decay aura.
Such power was far beyond what ordinary cultivators could withstand.
Entering rashly meant certain death.
Not to mention, two Great Demon Emperors still guarded Shilu's side.
But for Shen Mo, this was a rare and precious opportunity.
The Nine Nether Ice Flame and Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Flame both specialized in consuming demons.
If he could allow them to refine the corpse of a Demon Supreme, the progress of burning the Primal Elephant avatar would surely advance dramatically!
At the very least, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Flame could evolve from the flame-sprout phase to the blazing-fire phase, greatly increasing its power.
This fortune—no one else could bear it, no one else could take it.
Only he, Shen Mo, could consume it!
With confidence on his face, Shen Mo quickened his pace and headed straight for the bottom of the abyss.
At the same time—
Ten thousand li away from Great Sun Island.
Countless cultivators had already gathered from all directions.
After the outbreak of demonic energy, the Myriad Phenomena Holy Land was the first to respond and also the fastest to arrive.
However, they lacked manpower and could only barely slow the expansion of the demonic land, unable to completely suppress it.
More high-level cultivators were still needed.
Now, the experts of the five major powers of the Southern Islands had all converged here.
However, instead of immediately uniting to combat the demonic land, each faction acted independently.
The sect master of the Celestial Talisman Sect, Zhao Qingtian, was the first to charge toward the cultivators of the Darkshade Grotto Heaven.
"Yin Zanghua, come out here!"
"Was it you who killed my sect disciple Yue Xinglou?!"
Zhao Qingtian was furious, hair standing on end.
The oppressive force of a hundred-pattern Nirvana cultivator burst forth, stirring towering waves across the sea.
Yin Zanghua had only seventy Dao Patterns and was no match for Zhao Qingtian. Under the pressure, she groaned and staggered backward repeatedly.
The Great Grotto Master of Darkshade Grotto Heaven, Gu Qiong, stepped forward with a calm expression.
In an instant, the roaring waves calmed.
The surrounding cultivators even felt a chilling cold sweep over them, causing goosebumps to rise all over.
Such bone-piercing cold was clearly the handiwork of this Grotto Master.
The cultivators couldn't help but grow deeply wary of Gu Qiong.
As expected, the Great Grotto Master of Darkshade Grotto Heaven was indeed superior to the sect master of the Celestial Talisman Sect.
Gu Qiong said calmly, "At the time, Yue Xinglou had already been captured by the Great Demon Emperor of the Corpse Division and was undoubtedly doomed. If we had hesitated over his life or death, that demon would have prevailed."
"What Zanghua did was perfectly reasonable."
"But you—a dignified cultivator with a hundred Dao Patterns, a sect master—attacking a mere junior from my Darkshade Grotto Heaven, does your Celestial Talisman Sect no longer care about its righteous reputation?"
"Ahem, I can testify that Yue Xinglou was certainly going to die at the time. We truly had no other choice."
From within the ranks of the Flame Flood Dragon Palace, Ao Can coughed a few times and spoke up.
"The Celestial Fox Clan deeply regrets Yue Xinglou's death, but likewise agrees—why sacrifice others for one who was already as good as dead?" A voice from the Celestial Fox Clan rose among the Blood God Demon Court crowd.
"Qingtian, return. A sect master losing his temper like this—what kind of example does that set?"
A calm voice slowly rang out.
But the aura of a Supreme Realm cultivator swept across the entire sea.
Gu Qiong and the other top experts of each faction instantly turned solemn and looked toward the newcomer.
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