Rebirth of a Thousand Years: Entering the New Demonic World

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

"what?"

On the side of the Temple of the Gods, everyone expressed incredible surprise and was puzzled by Ying Li's inexplicable calmness.

The leader's expression changed, and then returned to his previous cheerful and carefree expression, with some teasing and mockery, as he greeted Ying Li:

"I guess you are Ying Li. Nice to meet you. I am Mo Yunxiu, the leader of the Chenzui Valley branch of the Fengshen Temple. This angry soul is what the Fengshen Temple needs. If you want it, you can offer it as a bargaining chip, such as... your three souls and seven spirits!"

Ying Li smiled faintly and shook his head: "You misunderstood, I just tried to use courtesy before force, I didn't mean to negotiate with you!"

As he was speaking, Ying Li had already begun to mobilize the demonic elements in this place. The moment he was about to take action, a torrential rain of dark fire suddenly fell from the sky at full speed.

"Sky Embers"!

"Great! Formation, start!"

As the command sounded, a long rainbow appeared on both sides of the cliff, and all the sorcerers in the Temple of the Gods raised their swords high, and the sword power shook in all directions in an instant.

Countless bright sword lights rose up, reflecting a brilliant starry sky in the dark sky. Countless sword qi reappeared in a different form like star rain. The twinkling small sword stars turned into magnificent comets, dragging long tails of light, pouring down and crashing into the falling dark flame.

"Oh?"

Seeing such a surprising move, Ying Li did not retreat but advanced instead. The Eclipse Sword drew countless black streams of light, and the rain of fire in the sky actually changed its momentum and used a flexible and changeable form to remove all the enemy's sword energy before launching a counterattack.

But the opponent always had the advantage in numbers. When Ming Yan encountered the sword rain formation, the two forces collided and Ying Li was shocked to find that the power of the enemy's sword was not only unusually strong, but also contained many different forces, with uncertain hardness and softness, and either a head-on attack, or a circling, or hiding. The complex force-using skills made it impossible for Ming Yan to devour it directly. While he was dissolving the opponent's force and devouring it, the opponent seemed to be avoiding him.

Mo Yunxiu sneered again and again, and waved his flag and shouted: "Charge!"

Upon hearing this, all the sorcerers immediately changed their formations, and mobilized a powerful sword energy to form the momentum of thousands of beasts galloping, rushing towards Ying Li.

Looking at the oncoming sword energy, Ying Li still chose to fight head-on. After the fight with Hei Tianxiao, his strength had doubled, and now was the time to show his skills.

"I have a move similar to yours, let's see who is more powerful!"

"Darkness: Purgatory's Gate"!

The Phantom Sword cut through the barrier between the Yin and Yang worlds, and the void rift that was spewing out purgatory fire quickly cracked and expanded, filled with the breath of death.

At the moment when the murderous sword energy hit Ying Li less than one meter in front of him, the crack in the void opened to its maximum, and Ying Li's figure could no longer be seen from the front.

"Look, what is that?"

In the eyes of everyone in the Temple of the Gods, a massive black army emerged from the pitch-black cracks.

These unknown beings were surrounded by dark flames, armed to the teeth with magic weapons, and riding all kinds of strange beasts. A terrifying sense of oppression swept over.

This army from Purgatory and the sword formation of the Temple of the Gods formed two opposing forces that refused to give in to each other, but the moment the two huge forces collided, a one-sided trend was formed.

Unlike the evenly matched contest in the sky, the black on the ground instantly overwhelmed the color, and everyone in the Temple of the Gods felt that the magic power they output was swallowed up by the knights wrapped in the Nether Flame like a drop in the ocean.

"How is this possible? He was clearly at a disadvantage at the beginning." Mei Mo Yunxiu was horrified, watching in disbelief as his own formation suddenly weakened and was defeated.

"Humph!"

Ying Li snorted coldly, and the hand holding the Eclipse Sword loosened the hilt, letting it float in the air as if giving it life, maintaining the operation of "Darkness: Purgatory Gate".

Then he approached the position of the Temple of the Gods at the speed of light and shadow, and pulled the surrounding magic elements with his bare hands, forming a chain of iron chains that covered the sky. Those cold and hard black chains smashed down on the soldiers responsible for the defense in front of the formation, and the Temple of the Gods line was instantly defeated.

"Shadow Lock"!

Not only can these chains take advantage of their physical size to whip the enemy, they are also equivalent to countless "ghost embers" hitting them. Even if they are not beaten to death on the spot, their magic power will be lost rapidly.

After Ying Li's breakthrough, he could use the advanced skills with ease. These two skills were equivalent to the new skills he had just unlocked after restarting.

"Maintain the formation. I'm going to go meet this demon!"

Mo Yunxiu could no longer sit still and could not allow him to slaughter his fellow disciples. He ordered his men to continue to exert pressure with the formation, and he showed two exquisite swords and flew to meet Ying Li.

"Sanhua!"

The sword in his left hand quickly slashed out countless sword shadows, and when the criss-crossing iron chains were about to fall into the crowd again, they were all cut off.

Then, wind blew under Mo Yunxiu's feet and it turned into a stream of light and flew away. The sword in his left hand that cut off the "Shadow Lock" slashed towards Ying Li's head at the speed of wind.

Ying Li curled his lips and smiled. The opponent's skills seemed as fast as lightning, but in his eyes every second was clearly visible, as if in slow motion.

He didn't even need to call back the Eclipse Sword. He waved his hand and used "Eclipse" to stop the opponent's sword in the air. There was a fierce air flow friction between his palm and the blade, like magnets repelling each other, and it was impossible to cross the boundary even a single step.

"Yaksha!"

Mo Yunxiu shouted loudly, took a few steps back to shake off Ying Li's entanglement, then raised his right sword high and chopped it down again. This blow was powerful and heavy, igniting the magic elements in the air and exploding with swift and violent sparks.

Ying Li still used the "Ghost Cinders" that he had just held in his palm, and threw the ball of dark fire out with a wave of his hand. When the two collided, there was an immediate violent explosion.

"Humph~"

Soon, Ying Li appeared in front of Mo Yunxiu intact through the smoke and dust of the explosion, and raised his hand to grab the other party's forehead.

"hateful!"

Mo Yunxiu hurriedly changed his body shape and kept dodging Ying Li's grasp. He knew that once touched by Ying Li, he would be sucked into a mummy just like the intelligence said.

After finally stabilizing himself, he gathered magic power in his hands and planned to fight back. But unexpectedly, Ying Li used another move:

"Blade Tide"!

The Eclipse Sword returned to Ying Li's hand at some point, and a dangerous wave swept over, making a creaking sound as it rubbed against the air. Mo Yunxiu's pupils suddenly dilated.

"not good--"

The Fall of the Black Mandrill——

In a first aid station built with a giant skeleton as its foundation, the assembled Ghost Alliance soldiers recuperated and treated their injuries.

Galantina lay on the worn cloth bed, her brows furrowed and sweat pouring down her face. She did not wake up despite all the medical treatments, and the medical staff of the Ghost Alliance were helpless.

"Still no improvement?"

Yuchi Yan walked towards a zombie nurse and asked with some concern.

The nurse's neck didn't move, so Guang turned her head and answered, "Yes, sir."

Ying Li only left behind a clone that was about to dissipate, but his real body did not come. He just looked at Galanthe twice, told the fox demon to take good care of her, and then disappeared.

After that, the various ghost alliances that had resolved the wars on all sides successfully gathered together and came to this place to take a break at Yuchi Yan's suggestion. In addition to the unconscious Galantina, there was another troublesome matter: Qing Ling was missing.

Just when everyone was worried about Galanthe, a person who was both an enemy and a friend stood up, pushed aside a group of doctors and came to Galanthe.

It was Mo Cha from the Iron Blood Alliance. After defeating the enemy, she followed Yuchi Yan back here.

"What are you going to do?" A ghost general looked at the other party warily, and the ghosts also showed hostility.

Yuchi Yan raised his hand to stop a bone tribe member who was about to draw her sword and said, "Let her see."

If this Demon King was hostile, she would have taken action long ago. No one present was her match, even Nura: Tadashi Naruto was too seriously injured to fight again.

Mo Cha looked at Galantina with a deep gaze, and after a moment she said to the ghosts:

"You guys should go away. She is not sick nor seriously injured. Her problem is beyond the scope of medicine."

Only Yuchi Yan and Miaomiao knew that Galanthe had lost her three souls and seven spirits. Even the fox demon who had some bond with Galanthe was shocked. She wondered if she had paid some price to protect herself.

"Sir, can she wake up? If you need me, just tell me. I am willing to give everything!" said the fox demon firmly.

Mo Cha glanced at the fox demon and was a little surprised. In her previous understanding, the ghost tribe was cruel, violent, unreasonable, cold and ruthless, but after traveling with the ghost tribe this time, she had a certain change of heart towards the ghost tribe.

Not every ghost is so evil that it deserves to be killed. There are also good and loyal people among the ghosts. Is it really that our ancestors deliberately discredited the demons and their descendants, the ghosts, in order to cover up their own crimes?

"What's your name?" Mo Cha asked slowly.

"Me?" The fox demon was stunned for a moment. He was just a weak little ghost with a low sense of presence, but someone actually asked him his name.

"My name is... Zi Ting." The fox demon Zi Ting answered awkwardly, and then she unconsciously lowered her pair of fox ears.

Mo Cha looked at her for a long time without saying anything. She saw something strange in this fox, but how to describe it? This was beyond her understanding of magic.

"Why do you and Galantina... attract each other?" Mo Cha finally thought of this word. Yes, it is the attraction of a magnet.

"what?"

Mo Cha did not deliberately hide the fact, and everyone present showed surprise.

"Sir, please stop joking. How could I..." Zi Ting covered his mouth in surprise.

Some memories flashed through his mind. At that time, Galantina had indeed inexplicably pulled him out to lead the way. He was clearly useless, but he still gained her trust.

Why is this? Is there some kind of bond between the two of them?

Ying Li looked at him strangely at that time. He clearly didn't know him, but that powerful demon actually trusted him and entrusted his woman to a fox he didn't even know.

At this time, the battle on Ying Li's side was drawing to a close. The Sealing God Temple position that had been so magnificent and powerful a few minutes ago was now in ruins, with all kinds of magic weapons in pieces, demon riders and ordinary warriors dead or injured, and the ground was covered with blood and debris.

The dark flames burned the entire place into a black sea of ​​fire. The atmosphere was eerie and deep, and all the living people were oppressed by the terrifying aura and felt unable to breathe.

Mo Yunxiu's clothes were tattered at this time, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his exposed skin that had been burned. He used the magic weapon of the Sealing God Temple, the "Ice Crystal Jade", to protect his body from being corroded, but the price was to pay double the magic power.

Ying Li continued to attack without any damage. This was the Art of Nether Flame. Once he gained the upper hand and could continuously hurt the opponent, he could constantly replenish and recover by absorbing magic power, thus resulting in a situation where he was in full condition but defeated the opponent in no condition.

"Huh...you, you monster..."

Mo Yunxiu panted and cursed, he could no longer hold on. The intelligence said that Ying Li was only a rookie in the middle stage of the demon general realm, so how could he beat a ghost king at the third level without any chance of fighting back?

"Humph~"

Ying Li grabbed the sword of Mo Yunxiu with his bare hands, not minding at all that the sharp blade cut his palm. Anyway, Ming Yan would be able to recover for him soon.

"Don't blame me for being too strong. Blame you for being too weak! If you can't even truly control your own weapon, how can you challenge me?"

Ying Li looked at him with a strange smile, raised his hand and pinched out a ball of dark flames and withered black petals. The atmosphere around him was filled with despair and desolation.

"Brother, it's dangerous!"

"Don't be in a daze, Captain!"

"Damn it! If only I were stronger..."

Seeing that Ying Li was about to press the ball of dark fire on Mo Yunxiu's forehead, several fellow disciples nearby showed their unwillingness and anger, and wanted to stop Ying Li but were powerless.

Mo Yunxiu didn't care about the murderous intent above his head at all. His attention was completely on Ying Li's words.

"What?! What do you mean? This obviously belongs to me... Why do you say that?!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The dark flames only passed by Mo Yunxiu's ears. Ying Li did not kill him, but only whispered in his ear:

"Your weapon, the Sanye Twins, originally belonged to the dark world. The hypocrisy of the light makes him sick."

“No, impossible! Could it be…could it be that I…I…”

Mo Yunxiu knelt on the ground in despair, staring back and forth at the swords in his left and right hands. He could not figure out what Ying Li meant.

Since he didn't kill me and kept mentioning my weapon, there must be some purpose!

This talented young man, who was only 22 years old and held an important position in the Temple of the Gods, had the greatest doubts in his heart.