In the main hall of the Magic Palace, waves of fire surged, like a runaway red dragon, baring its teeth and claws and pouncing in all directions. The Devouring pearl was suspended in mid-air, its body riddled with cracks, and inside it was churning with lava. Every time it bulged, it emitted a crimson glow, greedily extracting the demonic energy from the cultivator. Screams rose and fell in the hall. The weaker ones bled from their orifices and fell limp to the ground like straws drained of water.
Su Meier stood before the throne, her purple hair flapping in the heat wave, the silk bell ringing rapidly, the crisp sound of the bell turning into layers of purple waves, barely resisting the devingling of the spirit pearl. But her own demonic energy was draining away frantically, her face turned pale to transparent, and the cold sweat on her forehead evaporated as soon as it oozed out, leaving a fine, salt-like white mark.
"Demonic flames!" She gritted her teeth, her voice carrying a rare rage, "You feed a broken bead with the life of a demon's son? "!"
The demonic flames stand at the center of the fire wave, the red armor bulging from the demonic energy, and the fire emblem wriggling as if coming alive. He laughed, his voice hoarse but wild: "Hey? No, it's a sacrifice! When the Devouring Pearl has absorbed enough demonic energy, I will break through the tribulation, tread the right path, and restore the order of the demonic world - you are only the first brick beneath my feet!"
Before the words were finished, the ice-blue sword light pierced through the air like the first ray of dawn, cutting through the fire waves and piercing the spirit Pearl. Chu Xuan rushed in from outside the hall, his robes stained with blood, his eyes interwoven with golden light and darkness, as if he were traveling day and night. The fire sword collided with the devouring pearl. With a crisp "clang", the pearl was shaken high into the air, its crimson glow disordered, and its devouring power diminished.
"Old man, your opponent is me." The young man's voice was clear, but with a piercing murderous intent. He raised his hand, the fire sword swirled, the tip of the sword slanted towards the demonic flame, "Three days ago, you said to admire the moon; Today, I'll send you - the moon sets on the head!"
The flame squints its eyes, the devouring pearl flies back to the palm, and the crimson glow spits out like an enraged beast. "Little one, a mere foundation establishment, how dare you speak of killing me?"
"Foundation Building?" Chu Xuan curled his lips, turned his palm, and black demonic energy emerged, like a living creature entwined between his fingers. "Now, it's not."
Boom --
In the dantian, the bottleneck of the foundation Construction stage shatters with a crash, and the soul power bursts like a flood, instantly filling the limbs and bones. Chu Xuan's breath surges, his robe moves without wind, ice blue and crimson flames rise from behind, interweaving into a Taiji fire pattern that rotates slowly. Above the magic palace, the dark clouds were dispersed by this sudden spiritual pressure, revealing a line of deep blue sky.
"Pill formation?" Moyan's face changed slightly, then sneered, "At the last minute, how dare you show it off?"
"Is it cool enough? Try it." Chu Xuan chuckled, pointed his toes, and vanished like a ghost. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the demon flame, and the fire sword slashed horizontally, piercing the throat. The Flame snorted coldly, and the Spirit Devouring pearl stood in front of him, its crimson light shining brightly, colliding fiercely with the fire sword.
"Clang --"
The loud noise caused the glass on the roof to fall, and the flames and crimson rays interwove into a violent energy storm that swept through the entire main hall. Su Mei 'er was so shaken that she took three steps back in a row. The silk bell nearly slipped out of her hand. She raised her eyes and looked towards the center of the storm, with worry flashing in her eyes.
In the storm, Chu Xuan was shaken and his blood and qi were surging, but he took advantage of the force to retreat. Black demonic energy surged in his palm, like an invisible giant mouth, and suddenly bit towards the spirit Devouring pearl. The bead trembled violently and let out a shrill cry like a baby's cry, as if resisting, but could not resist the demonic energy and was pulled little by little towards Chu Xuan's palm.
"Devouring spirit pearl, devouring demonic energy?" The young man laughed, his voice teasing, "Today, let you swallow to your heart's content."
With a flip of his left hand, ice and fire flames emerged, transforming into tiny vortices, and he frantically injected his own demonic energy into the Spirit Devouring Pearl. With his right hand, he wielded the Soul-Devouring Magic Skill to simulate the soul-crying Grass Yin attribute, forcibly stripping the violent element from within the beads. The bead, like an open stomach, is glowing red more and more, but with more and more cracks on its surface, it makes an overburdened "click click" sound.
At last, the face of the demon Flame changed. He felt that his connection with the Spirit Devouring pearl was being forcibly severed, like a taut string being cut bit by bit.
"Stop!" He roared, his body sprang up, his fists burst out, and his demonic energy turned into a blazing python, baring its teeth and claws as it lunged at Chu Xuan. But halfway through, he was stopped by a purple shadow - Su Meier, who stood in front of Chu Xuan, with the ring of the silk bell shaking the sky and the purple waves surging, forcing the python back.
"Old dog, your opponent is still me." She sneered, her fingertips glowing like a blooming mandala. "If you want to touch him, ask me first if I agree."
The flame was so furious that it had no time to spare itself and could only watch as Chu Xuan gradually "fed" the Spirit pearl. The surface of the bead was cracked like a spider web, and inside the lava was churning, but it no longer emitted devouring power. Instead, it was like a tamed beast, gradually quieting down.
"Devouring pearl, purification." Chu Xuan drank low, the dark demonic energy in his palm suddenly withdrew, all the violent elements inside the bead were stripped away, the crimson light faded and turned into a warm jade-like color, like a re-carved gem, quietly suspended in his palm.
"Now it's my turn." The young man raised his eyes, his eyes interwoven with golden light and darkness, as if traveling day and night, he raised his hand, the purified spirit pearl aimed at the demonic flame, and threw it gently --
The bead flew across the hall like a rekindled star, with a brilliant jade-like glow inside, and with a sudden suck - the demonic energy within the flame, like a flood of floodgates opened, gushed out frantically and was swallowed up by the bead. The Flame's face turned pale in an instant, and his aura plummeted like a burst balloon, deflating.
"No --" he roared, but could not stop the demonic energy from draining away, and could only watch himself being drained, from the peak of the tribulation all the way down to the early stage of the primordial formation.
Chu Xuan, in a flash, was in front of the Flame. He raised the fire sword, the tip of the sword against the other's throat, and spoke softly but clearly: "Old dog, the moon has set."
The sword fell, blood splashed, and the demon's pupils constricted, and his body slowly fell down like a collapsing mountain. The Spirit Devouring pearl was suspended in the air, its jade-like light flowing quietly, like a moon being washed clean again.
Inside the hall, the fire subsided and the cries of killing ceased. Chu Xuan drew his sword, turned and looked at Su Meier, the young man's face stained with blood but smiling brightly: "Sister Meier, have you warmed the wine?"
Su Mei 'er raised her eyebrows, and with a flick of her fingertip, a wisp of magic fire fell on the young man's hair, like a dark red flower: "Keep it warm, waiting for your triumphant return."
They looked at each other and smiled, but the same solemnness flashed in their eyes - before the death of the demon flame, the words "the Heavenly Dao Pavilion has sent people to the ancient ruins" pierced deep into their hearts like a poisonous thorn.
Outside the hall, the morning bell rang again, but it was drowned out by cheers. The underground channels, the streets, and the palace walls all burst with cheers at the same time, with waves of fire and flames of ice interwoven like a sudden thunderstorm, finally calming down.
At the center of the storm, Chu Xuan and Su Mei 'er faced each other from a distance, sword tip and Spirit Pearl, cold light and jade light confronted each other. The young man's mouth curled up, revealing his blinding white teeth:
"Old dog, make a move."
The body of the demon Flame was like a snake with its spine pulled out, limp and limp, with blisters in its throat "gurgling", but it forced a strange laugh: "Little... Little rascal... You think... Win for sure?"
Chu Xuan swung the fire sword behind his shoulder, and the ice-blue blade "ding" struck the cape's copper clasp, sending up tiny sparks. He crouched down, his voice not high enough for the Flame to hear clearly: "Old dog, I'll skip your last words. I'll connect the line of the ancient ruins for you."
The pupils of the demonic flame shrank sharply, as if pricked by the counterscales. The lips trembled as if to say something, but only spat out a mouthful of blood foam. The head tilted and the breath stopped.
The hall fell silent, with only the crackling of fire oil. The Devouring pearl hung in mid-air, its jade-like glow soft, like a moon that had been washed anew, and no one could have believed that just a moment ago it was still baring its teeth and claws.
Su Meier approached, touched the bead with her fingertip to make sure there was no more fluctuation, and then let out a light breath: "It's done. This broken bead will finally shut up."
Chu Xuan, however, stared at the inside of the bead, where there was a very pale crimson, like diluted lava, slowly swirling. His mind stirred, and the Spirit Devouring pearl immediately cast a curtain of light --
In the picture, a figure in a black robe sweeps across the sea of clouds, heading straight towards the ancient ruins, with the word "Heavenly Way" embroidered on the golden thread of the sleeve, and the leader holds a red golden box in the palm, with the Taotie pattern sealed on the surface of the box.
"Dog jumps over the wall in a panic." Su Mei 'er sneered. "The Demon Flame has just died, and the Heavenly Dao Pavilion can't wait to snatch Yaoji's Dao embryo."
Chu Xuan squints his eyes and pinches the light curtain into specks of stardust: "They jump, I'll break their dog legs."
Before he could finish his words, his dantian suddenly warmed up, and the soul power he had just absorbed exploded like gunpowder that had been ignited. In the meridians, the flames of ice and fire interwove with the dark demonic energy, and the tricolor spiral rose wildly, breaking through the barrier all the way to the third level of golden Core!
The young man's robe flutters without wind, his breath surging, the remaining fire in the hall is suppressed and lowers its head, even Su Meier has to step back half a step, raising her eyebrows and muttering, "Little monster, another trick."
Chu Xuan opened his eyes, his pupils one golden and one black, swirling into the pattern of Tai Chi. He raised his hand, and the Spirit Devouring pearl obediently fell into his palm, like a tamed beast: "The Spirit Devouring pearl is clean. It's perfect as a greeting gift for the Lord of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion - I hope he likes it."
Su Mei 'er chuckled, flicked her fingertip, and a wisp of demonic fire fell upon the corpse of the demonic flame, instantly burning to ashes: "Don't leave any ashes, so as not to dirty the ground of my demonic palace."
Outside the hall, the morning sun leapt over the horizon, and golden light fell upon the young man and woman, as if they were draped in battle robes. Cheers rose and fell, but in the next moment, they were interrupted by a rapid sound of footsteps --
Ink dust swept into the hall, his black clothes stained with blood, but he did not pay his respects, his voice cold: "My Lord, the Dark Hall has just intercepted a secret message - the Heavenly Dao Pavilion has sent the 'Three Elders of the Heavenly Gang' to the teleportation array, target: Ancient Ruins!"
Chu Xuan and Su Meier exchanged glances and spoke simultaneously -
"Prepare the ship!"
"Set off!"
In the morning sun, the highest of the Magic palace, the "Fire Mast," raised a huge purple sail embroidered with the silk bell and the ice and fire pattern, like a flag announcing war. Chu Xuan stood at the bow of the ship, his palm sucking the spirit pearl spinning, reflecting his profile as cold as a knife.
"Three Elders of the Heavenly Firmament?" The young man chuckled, his voice blown away by the wind, "I hope they can hold up - this one of me, the moon that has been washed clean."