Red Heart Patrols the Sky

What certain forces in the Monster Realm are planning with this Heaven Demon Dharma Altar, he still doesn’t know. But who those "certain forces" are, couldn’t be clearer at this moment.

That is the Ancient Imperial City! The highest authority of the entire Monster Realm!

And this golden platform forged by Divine Power is clearly a replica of the God Enthronement Platform in the Ancient Imperial City!

At this moment he understood, what he conceived was not wrong, lighting this Heaven Demon Dharma Altar would indeed cause a disturbance in the Chaos Sea, and indeed had the chance to open a temporary path.

But his possibility was erased.

The Shenxiao World has countless possibilities, all things contend under the frosty sky, but they cannot be opened to him!

In the "Beyond the Heavens No Evil" Shenxiao World, the Ancient Imperial City did not hesitate to project the God Enthronement Platform, issuing a mission of glory, to cut off his possibilities, to kill him here.

He certainly felt this unmovable, mountain-like malice.

He also knew, compared to the Ancient Imperial City, compared to the God Enthronement Platform, how insignificant he was.

Now that the God Enthronement Platform has appeared, even at this moment in the Beyond the Heavens No Evil, what the Ancient Imperial City God Enthronement Platform’s power can do, he is not qualified to imagine.

He could be said to face ten deaths without life!

But he was the first to raise his sword in a countercharge, blazing red fire like a torch, frost paving the sky.

At this moment, various Demon Kings killed together, but he counterattacked all demons, the sword pointing at Lingxihua!

Under the mysterious Heavenly Will, the God Arrival Stage might still be insignificant.

In the Shenxiao World, under Heavenly Monster Ways, the young marquis of the Hegemony Country might also be mere dust.

But my thoughts of returning home, my thoughts of carrying back the Knowledge and Hearing Bell, are not insignificant!

And facing the enemy head-on, Lingxihua, holding a bone spear in each hand, spiritual flames blazing outside his body, gritting his teeth to the point of breaking!

Seeing those eternally steadfast crimson-gold eyes, seeing the young marquis of Qi Country charging without hesitation. He felt an uncontrollable anger... I have already shown such strength, yet this little bald head of the Human Race still takes me as a breakthrough point?

Not acknowledged by the Spirit Father, not recognized as the true first of the Spirit Clan, and now not acknowledged by the Human Race either.

Anger burned his body and mind, but beneath endless anger, there was a bit of fear he himself wouldn’t admit.

After all, this person and this sword... were too determined!

The black spiritual flames boiled up, burning through the sky. Its blackness, claws and fangs extending, seemed to bring a dark night. Under that vast night coming from afar, Lingxihua stood firm with double spears, refusing to lose courage at this moment, clashing head-on with Jiang Wang!

But a pure, flawless snowflake floated before his eyes.

And then a second, a third...

At this moment, snow was falling all over the sky!

Is this a night?

Maybe it is.

But this is more like a winter night!

In the northwest, there is a heavenly flaw, the frost wind falls on the Longsword.

Jiang Wang’s long, powerful hand, its knuckles distinct, held the Longsword. Sweeping with the killing intent of destiny, vaulting with the sword of the Tao Path.

Though no Star Tower in the horizon, beyond the heavens should be no evil, yet where my Longsword points, this world still becomes a frosty winter!

How did Yang Yu get killed in an instant?

How was the Heaven Demon Dharma Altar ignited?

Lingxihua originally had no thought of retreat in his heart, he was determined to counter with an attack. But at this moment, the thought of retreat does indeed have the possibility of sprouting... Under that extremely oppressive Sword Intent, under those eternally immortal eyes, possibility becomes reality.

The double spears in his grasp crossed, suddenly switching from attack to defense.

The black chains burning with spiritual flames crisscrossed before him, forming a chain net, weaving into a wall, towering between heaven and earth, blocking all things in motion. East cannot surpass west, front cannot surpass back.

Every black chain seemed like a chasm. And countless chasms burning together were the world’s most resolute resistance.

This thousand tribulations spirit net is personally passed on by the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch, possessing absolute Demon King-level defensive power. Every burning black chain can swallow countless attacks.

Executing this technique could be said to be impregnable!

That evil monk of Mount Sumeru could absolutely not pass through this path. He is absolutely not a breakthrough point!

This change was truly sudden, demonstrating Lingxihua’s absolute strength.

But it was too sudden!

So sudden that even the Demon Kings encircling him couldn’t react.

The Demon Kings acting at this moment, which one isn’t a genius? Which one hasn’t fought countless battles?

Yet precisely because of this, they all saw Lingxihua’s prior determination to fight to the death, all combat preparations were based on the aftermath of Lingxihua and Jiang Wang’s frontal attack.

Lingxihua’s sudden change didn’t deceive the opponent, but it staggered his allies!

Because no one could capture his reaction more accurately than Jiang Wang, engaging him in direct combat. And indeed, this kind of reaction was exactly what Jiang Wang sought.

Fighting against Heavenly Will for so long, though defeated repeatedly, fighting repeatedly, has finally led to some progress. Jiang Wang’s use of swordsmanship and will to pressurize, achieved the tactical purpose, realizing gains without resorting to Astray Path.

This body charged before Lingxihua, but before the suddenly rising thousand tribulations spirit net turned around!

He was enveloped in the Tianfu light, with Samadhi True Fire dancing on his boots, stepping onto the Thousand Tribulations Spiritual Net, and suddenly twisted his body!

The sword momentum twisted as well.

The swirling snowflakes covered the monks.

Shujia Lan, bare-chested with the Thousand Buddhas Bowing to the Mountain stance, stood naked in the cold winter snow. Despite his body being strong to an extreme, he momentarily stiffened.

He had not expected Lingxihua to retreat midway, nor did he expect the monk of Mount Sumeru to directly confront him, for in every encounter previously, the monk would merely brush past him like a dragonfly skimming the water and then retreat.

But now, the world of Spirits had opened.

The extreme Sword Intent came killing.

A flood of Divine Power Fire and Divine Power Wind came crashing down without reservation!

The Samadhi True Fire formed into Flame Flowers, and the Buzhou Wind turned into Killing Life Nails.

Thus, snowflakes covered his body.

A few Flame Flowers melted the snow, only to be buried by it again.

Six cold, long nails pinned down his limbs, heart, and Heavenly Spirit.

In the battle of Spirits, the Six Desires Bodhisattva opened the Heavenly Gate.

In the battle of Divine Skills, the Samadhi True Fire and Buzhou Wind clashed.

In the battle of Tao Path, the Dipper pointed north across the winter of the world.

In that instant, Jiang Wang, anticipating earlier than Shujia Lan could react, poured all his power, determined to kill Shujia Lan on the spot!

With a touch of crimson flame in his hand, he was about to use the moment of Shujia Lan’s death and the impact it had on the Black Lotus Sacrifice Altar to deepen his Samadhi, erasing the Black Lotus imprint on the Knowledge and Hearing Bell, removing the seal on the Knowledge and Hearing Bell!

He wanted to reactivate the power of the Knowledge and Hearing Bell, using the heightened Knowledge to sweep away the present demons—

This was, of course, the best combat choice, the best combat outcome, and the reason he chose to first kill Shujia Lan so forcefully.

But at that moment, the previously rigid Shujia Lan suddenly opened his angry eyes!

"Die, bald donkey!"

The brawny rat monk roared in such anger.

Bang!

His voice thundered like a drum of the heavens, his fist force like the strike of a heavenly drum.

Jiang Wang’s green robe suddenly tore open, his sternum cracked, a deep fist imprint pressed into his chest!

Facing him directly, Shujia Lan’s wide-open eyes faded into extinction.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Snowflakes continued to fly.

But the body symbolizing the extreme power of the Thousand Buddhas Bowing to the Mountain was covered with frost and snow.

He finally, like his nemesis Yang Yu, met his third and final death.

If Shujia Lan had died a breath slower, this punch would have certainly pierced through Jiang Wang’s chest.

Though it did not directly kill him at this moment, it severely injured him and halted his process of removing the seal on the Knowledge and Hearing Bell.

It cannot be taken lightly!

Jiang Wang gritted his teeth, not uttering a sound, refusing to let the blood spill, refusing to let go of his breath.

The best combat outcome certainly wasn’t achieved, but he had long been accustomed to the unpredictability of the world, and he never believed that the genius of the demon clan could be molded at his will, or that his script could be written as he pleased.

Humans strive in their way, and demons strive in theirs.

He merely flipped Shujia Lan’s corpse, using the sturdy demon body still covered in frost and snow as a spear, hurling it towards Zhu Lanruo, while using the recoil force to catapult forward.

A swordsman in brocade robes with a jade-like face swept in from the air, killing without a ripple—

Lingkan Wang Lu Qilang!

Yang Yu was dead, Shujia Lan was dead.

Facing the human genius who had killed two demon kings, he showed no fear. Yet he accurately captured Jiang Wang’s movement trajectory, forcibly intercepting him!

Clang!

Longsword met longsword, Sword Edge slashed past Sword Edge.

The clash of two swords sparked a trail of starlight, and in this process, Jiang Wang and Lu Qilang crossed paths.

Then they fell!

The monk in green thus toppled, directly plunging into the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods.

Like an eagle spreading its wings across the sky.

The great wind and heavy snow descended the mountain!