Rebirth of a Thousand Years: Entering the New Demonic World

"That's about it. By the way, why do we have to accompany you to do this?"

Ying Li looked impatiently at Mo Cha and Yuchi Yan who were burying the dead together. These two people had already wasted his time for two full minutes.

"Alas, although he is an enemy, the dead are more important. Please forgive me, Lord Demon." Although Yuchi Yan has become a demon, he still retains human kindness.

"Sorry, I'll finish quickly."

Mo Cha said apologetically, and then observed a moment of silence in front of Kevin's tombstone, fiddling with various Vatican rituals with his hands and reciting scriptures in a low voice.

Ying Li has always disliked these red tapes, nor does he like wasting time on them. In his opinion, time is far more precious than money and life.

"It's okay. I have already sensed the movement of the next group of enemies. Tell me when you are better." Although he complained, he did not push too hard.

Mo Cha: "I'm done here, thank you both."

Ying Li glanced at the two of them and said, "Hold on to me."

"Master Demon, we have our own way of traveling, you don't have to worry about it." Yuchi Yan wanted to refuse, but Ying Li had already begun to mobilize his magic power.

"There are so many ghosts!"

A black mist wrapped around Yuchi Yan and Mo Cha's waists, and then after a gust of cold wind blew, only Ying Li's clone was left there.

"Shhhhh..."

On the Baimo Peninsula, Ying Li's clones appeared above almost all the places where conflicts occurred.

"Ah! It's Lady Mocha. Why is she with two demons?"

The members of the Iron Blood Alliance who were fighting with Weilanti below also noticed this unusual combination and cast questioning glances at them.

Mo Cha was stunned for a moment, and soon he struggled as if possessed by the actor, and angrily scolded Ying Li:

"Let me go! You devil, don't even think about using me to threaten the Iron Blood Alliance!"

Ying Li didn't react, and asked in confusion: "What are you talking about? If you want to leave, I won't stop you."

"Shhh!!"

Mo Cha quickly made a gesture to silence and was about to reach out to cover Ying Li's mouth. He was sweating coldly in his heart: I should have rehearsed with this young man in advance. I hope the people below didn't hear it clearly.

"Damn it! That damned Demon Lord actually kidnapped Master Mo Cha!"

"After we defeat the monster in front of us, we must rescue Master Mocha!"

"Master Mocha, hold on, don't anger that devil!"

The Iron Blood Alliance below seemed to be entangled in the war in front of them and could only express their opinions. They did not hear Ying Li's straightforward speech.

Ying Li has never been able to lie or conceal anything since he was a child. He always speaks the truth, so he naturally doesn't understand this kind of white lie.

"Your people too, what are they talking about?" Ying Li took a step back and distanced himself from Mo Cha, using his actions to prove his innocence.

"Brother...you really should stop talking, it will cause trouble." Mo Cha said speechlessly.

Yuchi Yan was sent by Ying Li to the battlefield where Nurarihyon was. The battle there was so fierce that no one noticed Ying Li's arrival.

The man who fought against Nurarihyon looked familiar. At first glance, his clothes and face showed that he was Hao Yang, the leader of Soul Pavilion.

"My clone cannot exist for long. It can only assist you in launching a round of attacks. Seize the opportunity!"

On Galanthe's side, the ghost generals around her fell to the ground one by one. The thunder fox demon sacrificed eight fox tails to cover Galanthe's final attack. Each tail represented ten years of skills. Now she looked even weaker.

The deformer that absorbed countless minions was huge in size. After Galanthe chopped off one of his legs, his body was as tall as a three-story building when he lay down. He coiled all his thick tentacles around his head and used an extremely unscientific speed to make Galanthe's attacks all hit a wall.

"Ahem!"

Having already suffered a backstab and a series of ruthless attacks, Galantina is now in a very bad state. The burden brought by "God Slayer: Fury" has made her want to give up the battle several times.

But she wanted to protect the fox that she had pushed to the front, and she couldn't bear to part with the new Ying Li again. This battle was a win or death.

"You... go to hell!!"

Galantina once again launched a reckless attack, charging at full speed with the huge chain blade sweeping out. The inertia of the forward charge made this attack unstoppable.

A scarred tentacle was split in two on the spot, and the giant blade continued to cut down, heading straight for the monster's head.

"Roar!"

The giant deformer roared in pain, and the other tentacles also stabbed at Galantina. The opponent was not prepared, and the attack was about to succeed, but Galantina's mouth curled up, revealing a cruel smile.

"Hee~ You're finally going to die!"

The deformed person's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt his blood boiling. All the blood in his veins rushed straight to his brain like a turbulent flow, and his consciousness became blurred.

"You...what did you do? Ugh!!"

Several tentacles that were about to pierce Galanthe's body suddenly stopped in mid-air. Her whole body trembled violently, and the air around her became extremely hot, as if something was about to explode.

"Blood Demon: Capital Punishment!"

The monstrous demonic energy flowed into the body of the deformer along the chain blade in Galantina's hand. Only then did the opponent realize that the chain blade that the opponent used to cut off his tentacles with all his strength had not moved away. From the very beginning, she wanted to split her tentacles and pierce into her flesh at the same time in order to make the fatal move at this moment.

"Wait... this, this is... wait, it hurts, it hurts so much..." The mutant soon couldn't even speak clearly, his entire brain was filled with hot blood that was bulging and ready to burst out of his body at any time.

Galantina poured all her magic power into the opponent through the sword that pierced under the opponent's skin, which was equivalent to adding fuel to the fire in the opponent's already chaotic magic body.

The next moment, the deformer's entire body began to swell, and every particle of magic element in his body was amplified and heated dozens of times more than before. The whole person turned into a precarious balloon. The final explosion was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, and the giant deformer was directly blown to pieces.

Blood was splattering all over the sky, and Galanthe was bathed in the filthy blood rain. The dying ghost generals on the ground became even more sickly and pale, and their lives were in danger after being poured with this sticky and disgusting blood.

Galantina thought of something and immediately landed beside the fox demon. She rubbed out a ball of blood in her hand and pressed it on the fox demon's forehead. Then her broken tail grew back.

"What are you..."

The fox demon widened his eyes in surprise, watching Galantina, who had turned into a bloody person, actually treating himself, but why didn't she take care of herself first?

This is Galantina's magical ability, a kind of control over blood. After killing the enemy, she can grab some of the fresh blood and turn it into healing water to restore the injury. Of course, she can also choose the target of recovery.

This fox demon originally had nine tails, the highest level type. It sacrificed eight tails to help Galantina defeat a powerful enemy. Now, after absorbing blood magic, it has returned to the level of three tails.

Galantina murmured, "Ahem! I don't owe you any favors. With so much blood... I only recovered two tails? Ahem! It seems you have paid a lot... From now on, follow me!"

After saying this, the "God Slayer: Fury" that she used to forcibly increase her combat power and physical fitness disappeared, and her tired and injured body chose to protect itself.

"Hey you…"

The fox demon was startled and tried to get up to catch Galantina's falling body, but she saw a dark shadow flash over first and hold her in his arms.

"Thank you very much."

The other party thanked the fox demon, and it was Ying Li who appeared.

He naturally realized that it was this fox that had protected Galantina before, which made her, who was missing her three souls and six spirits, want to repay the favor. His arrival was not timely, but not too late.

The clothes on Ying Li's body moved without wind, and the edges broke into petals, which kept scattering on the bodies of the Ghost Alliance soldiers who fell to the ground. The vast magical power poured into their wounds, allowing the dying ghost generals to recover from their injuries.

"Ah? I, I'm not dead?"

"It was Lord Demon, he saved us!"

"Great! Thank you so much, sir!"

The ghost generals expressed their gratitude to Ying Li one after another. If they were not physically disabled, they would even want to kowtow to express their gratitude.

When the battle here ended, the battles in other areas also came to an end.

Nurarihyon was knocked away by Hao Yang's blow, blood gushing out of his mouth. The opponent was just about to chase him with countless roots on his body and pierce him into a hedgehog.

But a black shadow flashed by, and the roots were neatly cut off, and black flames ignited at the broken wounds. Hao Yang roared fiercely:

"who is it?!"

Ying Li, who had made the move in secret, sneered, gave Yuchi Yan an expression that said "I'll leave it to you", and then disappeared.

Yuchi Yan flew to the side of the seriously injured Nurarihyon Huapiao, pressed a palm on his back, and poured a stream of icy dark fire power into his body.

Nura looked at him in surprise: "What is this?"

Yuchiyan said nothing more, and immediately rushed forward to block the opponent's attack for Nura. "Don't waste the help of Lord Demon!"

"it is good!"

Nura quickly adjusted his condition to recover his body, while concentrating his magic power to prepare for a desperate fight with the opponent.

"Don't struggle! With the Lord's blessing, I am immortal and everlasting! Turn into a sieve!"

Hao Yang roared wildly and thrust his tentacles into the ground. The area within a hundred miles instantly became a slaughterhouse where all kinds of deformed creatures ran rampant, and the Ghost Alliance troops suffered heavy casualties.

"When your Velanti master granted you immortality, did he also teach you how to deceive yourself? Open your eyes and take a good look at your body!"

Yuchi Yan sneered repeatedly. Although he was also retreating step by step, he knew that the opponent was doomed to fail.

Nurarihyon had already stood up at this time, and concentrated all his magic power on the tip of the sword. The sword energy was focused into a thin line, and it pointed into the distorted brow of Haoyang without any fancy moves.

The opponent looked straight ahead in disbelief, his whole body trembling and twitching violently, and then his huge body fell down with a bang. The immortal body that he was proud of had lost its recovery ability under the burning of Ying Li's Nether Flame, and his magic power was rapidly dissipating while paralyzing his nerves.

boom!

Hao Yang's deformed body exploded into pieces under the pressure of multiple injuries. Disgusting limbs and flesh of various shapes splattered everywhere, and the torn wounds on his body continued to spew out strange elements that did not belong to the demon world.

Nurarihyon and Yuchi Yan stood there in amazement, watching Hao Yang's gradually shrinking body for a long time. They had never seen this kind of element before. It was similar to magic but did not belong to the category of magic.

"You, you... must... die a good death..."

Hao Yang cursed bitterly and glared at the two of them unwillingly. No matter how he struggled, he was powerless to stop the slip of his life.

Yuchi Yan frowned as he looked at his muddy body, and sighed, "Do you regret ending up like this? It's a pity that there's no way to get rid of Qing Ling the old ghost, and I can't clean up the mess myself."

He remembered that Hao Yang was the leader of the younger generation of Soul Pavilion. Even if he did not collude with his cronies to seize power and usurp the throne, the old Pavilion Master Qing Ling also planned to make him his successor.

Now Hao Yang has been blinded by interests and does not know how to get in touch with Weilanti who is hiding on the other side of the world. He is deeply bewitched by her and becomes a traitor who betrays the demon world.

Hao Yang's mouth was rotten beyond recognition, and his voice was unclear. He cursed with difficulty:

"You pedantic... old thing! Our respected... respected master, who knows the greater good... will... bring... to the demon world..."

Perhaps the mastermind behind Hao Yang responded to his call. Cracks appeared in the sky, and patches of black abyss appeared on the ground. The twisted tentacles belonging to Weilanti poured out from these places, dragging the bodies of the deformed people and ghosts who died in the battle into the void.

Finally, Hao Yang smiled strangely as he watched the strange phenomena constantly appearing between heaven and earth. When he was dragged away by the tentacles, he loudly mocked everyone present:

"Hahaha! Look, look! This is... the power of me, my lord. They... are omnipotent. Sooner or later, you... rats... will be eaten up by us... without leaving any bones behind! Haha... hahaha..."

Nura and Yuchi looked at each other and saw hesitation in each other's eyes. Although the Soul Pavilion was defeated, it left a deep question: what kind of existence is the other party?

Speaking of the old Pavilion Master, his current situation is not optimistic. Qing Ling appeared alone at the border between Burning Sky Peak and White Desert Peninsula to investigate something. Pure-blooded Weilanti people kept appearing everywhere, launching irregular interceptions against him, seemingly trying to prevent him from reaching his destination.

"Huh...why are you blocking my way?" Qing Ling asked the masked Weilanti man in front of her.

Compared to the Deformers, that person looked more like a human being. He was dressed in neat black clothes, and had a high-tech product in his hand: a laser sword, and mastered the magic of the demon world.

Qing Ling is a master of the third level of the Ghost King Realm. His personal strength is enough to crush 80% of the demon tamers in the demon world. However, he seems pale and powerless facing Wei Lanti in front of him. Every one of his moves is seen through by him. He is covered in wounds while the other party is unharmed.

The other party did not respond to Qing Ling's meaning, but just kept putting pressure on her without using too much force, as if he was playing with his opponent.

This place is remote, and Ying Li's "Ghostly Shadow" does not cover this place. He is isolated and helpless at this moment.

Ying Li also realized that something was missing. He used "Ghost Shadow" to look around, but he couldn't find Qing Ling. But he couldn't leave at this time, because the one who appeared in front of him was the leader of the Fengshen Temple with a soul.

"Hello, Lord Ying Li. You have come all the way to our camp. Do you want this?"

In a Gobi desert, the disciples of the Temple of Conferred Gods are lined up in battle formation, with colorful flags flying in all directions, and the ground is covered with killing methods of various colors, ready to bombard anyone who invades their formation at any time.

The person who was questioning Chao Yingli was a young black-haired man wearing a purple and white Taoist robe and a golden belt. Two swords of different colors floated on both sides. He had an immortal aura and looked intimidating without even showing any anger.

A ball of light blue flame floated in the palm of his hand, looking at Ying Li with a provocative look. A group of elite soldiers from the Temple of the Gods around him were on full alert, ready to surround and kill Ying Li.

"Humph~"

Ying Li smiled nonchalantly. There was no soldier behind him, but he looked like he was leading a hundred ghosts to march at night to the city.

"That's right, either you hand it over or you die."