Rebirth of a Thousand Years: Entering the New Demonic World

Ying Li arrived at the foot of Ivan Highlands. A huge arrow wrapped in purple lightning fell from the side. Yang threw a small hammer to offset it.

Mo Cha recognized the other person from his aura, and she said in a deep voice:

"It's Ye Xiu, a dark ranger. He's the strongest of our three generals. How about I stay behind to cover our retreat? You guys are in a hurry."

Ying Li felt a magical power similar to his own Dark Flame Art, and immediately felt the desire to fight. He took a step forward and said:

"No, I'll do it."

Yang did not dissuade him: "Then give me the Soul Searching Mirror."

Ying Li hesitated for a moment, but still threw the soul-searching mirror to him and said, "How did you know I have this? Don't break it, I still have a use for it."

Yang smiled strangely: "Oh! I'll compensate you if I break it."

As they were talking, a swift black shadow had already arrived in front of the three people, and another dark rainstorm of pear blossoms fell, which were countless sharp blades and arrows.

"You go!" "Blade Tide"

Ying Li fought against it with the Dark Flame Sword Qi. The "Dark Vision World" gave him radar-like perception, allowing him to intercept the rain of arrows one by one.

"Good job."

Ye Xiu landed steadily on the tree branch with his agile figure. He praised coldly and stared directly at Ying Li with his murderous and sharp eagle eyes.

He was wearing leather armor covered with weapons, and his black cloak was fluttering behind him. Inside the cloak were layers of feather-like flying knives. He stood there quietly like a lonely and proud black eagle.

"You are not qualified to judge me."

Ying Li responded with disdain, and the battle between the two was about to break out. The overwhelming dark arrows fell on the mortal world, facing the endless demonic flames of the underworld.

Ye Xiu's attacks came one after another, regardless of whether they could cause effective casualties or not. He was determined to suppress Ying Li with powerful firepower so that he could not raise his head.

Ying Li really felt that it was a bit tricky. It seemed that his Nether Flame could not withstand the opponent's dark magic.

He could sense that the other party was only at the fourth level of Ghost King Realm, which was obviously the lowest among the three generals, but the pressure he put on him was much greater than that on Mo Cha.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Ying Li couldn't help but ask.

Ye Xiu had the upper hand, but he was not complacent, and he did not bother to hide it: "Nightingale Style."

"Oh?"

Ying Li continued to test with some basic attacks, adding more and more Nether Flame to them.

But the opponent could always weaken the devouring function of Mingyan. As the situation changed, Ying Li actually felt a little tired.

While passively defending, he recalled what kind of unique skill this "Nightingale Style" was? How could it have such a big impact on Ming Yan?

Ye Xiu smiled faintly and asked, "Do you want to ask if I am so strong because I have received the blessing from Weilanti?"

Ying Li: "That's not necessary. I've been dealing with the Velanti for nearly a thousand years, and I'm too sensitive to their scent."

"Huh! Don't you want to be a sensible ghost?" "Arrow of Mourning"!

Ye Xiu first used Heavenly Flowers to block Ying Li's sight, then suddenly jumped up, quickly produced a longbow in his hand, drew the bow and pulled the string to condense a sharp dark arrow.

"You don't want to kill me, and I don't want to use my strength on you."

It is possible to beat him if you go all out, but if you can't recover the magic power you consumed, you will lose. It's better to make it difficult.

"What? You look down on me?"

Ye Xiu immediately understood the implication of Ying Li's words. It turned out that the pressure he put on him was not enough, so this devil was not serious about it.

"Black Ice Arrow Rain"!

The demonic energy in Ye Xiu's body surged wildly. He looked up at the moon and a sky full of flying arrows was scattered, mixed with cold wind and undercurrent. This rain of arrows gathered together, making Ying Li feel as if he had entered the "Soul Abyss".

"I don't look down on you. On the contrary, I think it's not easy for you to put so much pressure on me despite your low level of cultivation. I admire you."

"Soul Abyss"!

Since the opponent showed such a strong competitive spirit, it would be impolite for Ying Li not to show his skills, so he decided to meet the enemy with this move.

"Well done!"

There was a fighting spirit in Ye Xiu's eyes. He sent out several gusts of wind in succession and at the same time, he shook his cloak and threw out countless sharp blades that were swept into the wind.

"Black Feather Storm"!

The two powerful attacks twisted into a twisted torrent, colliding violently with the sea of ​​ghosts created by Ying Li below. Various dark elements crisscrossed and continuously devoured each other, while being torn into pieces.

During this tug of war, Ying Li discovered the clue of "Nightingale Flow" and found that his own Nether Flame was not weakened.

Dark magic is the rarest and most mysterious type, and has the characteristic of like repels like.

The internal war among the Dark Demon Masters basically depends on who has the better amateur ability. The Dark Ranger is also an all-rounder who is good at shooting, hidden weapons, assassination, and dark magic. In the battle with other Dark Demon Masters, he has a natural advantage.

In his previous life, Ying Li seldom encountered dark demon tamers who were on par with him, and he almost forgot this characteristic. Then he encountered a situation like Ban Yue before, which made him almost doubt whether his innate skills had expired.

"Oh? You're finally serious, that's right!"

A drop of sweat fell on Ye Xiu's forehead. He also felt the pressure brought by Ying Li, so he had to go at full speed.

"Withering Veil"!

He blatantly discarded all his weapons and equipment, put his whole body into a big letter position, and released all his magic power.

The objects scattered all over the sky turned into black stars under the cover of darkness, falling densely from the sky. Although each meteor was small, it contained terrifying explosive power.

Sporadic explosions rang out in the Soul Abyss, creating turbulent waves in the sea. Ying Li felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and the pressure was soaring. In less than half a minute, the Soul Abyss would not be able to withstand it.

But he chose to hold on for a while longer. His strength would increase rapidly in such a high-pressure environment. If he didn't push himself more, when would he be able to return to the realm of Demon Lord?

"You are almost exhausted, hurry up and use more powerful skills! Ying Li!" Ye Xiu finally lost his patience and began to provoke the other party with words.

Ying Li raised a finger and gave him a cold smile.

"What do you mean?"

Ye Xiu was puzzled, but he felt inexplicably angry.

Ying Li said calmly: "If I can't defeat you with one move, I will die."

Ye Xiu said angrily:

"It seems like you are really tired of living! No wonder you dare to challenge us!!"

But he had reached the end of his rope, so he had no choice but to use all his magic power to enhance his special move, making its power continue to increase.

The move "Withering Veil" injures one thousand enemies while injuring eight hundred of its own. Its firepower density, coupled with the power of each black star, is top-notch, but the price is a set of excellent equipment.

If Ye Xiu fails to defeat Ying Li, he will truly lose. "Nightingale Style" is a magical skill that is specifically designed to strengthen weapons and the body, and its own lethality is far less than that of "Underworld Flame Art".

Ying Li was relieved. He knew that his opponent had already revealed all his cards and that he had basically won. Now he only needed to think about how to win more beautifully.

Just when the "Withering Veil" was close at hand and only a fraction away from covering him with firepower, the "Soul Abyss" suddenly shattered.

Ye Xiu was delighted: Was he going to win? But the next second, his heart was in his throat again.

Demonic light shone brightly from Ying Li's body, and his aura soared suddenly. It was obvious that his cultivation had become stronger, rising from the early first stage of Ghost King Realm to the middle first stage of Ghost King Realm.

The Phantom Sword shot out sword shadows one after another, and black cracks suddenly appeared in the air. Then the Dark Flame transformed into a vast army and launched a death charge towards Ye Xiu.

"Darkness - the Gate of Purgatory"!

"Do not--"

The terrifying demonic energy spread throughout the Aven Highlands. Soldiers fighting in the fields and demon masters meeting in the important organs and passages all felt the might of Ying Li's breakthrough and the shocking blow he delivered.

"Ye Xiu..."

Mo Cha stopped and looked behind him, secretly worrying about Ye Xiu.

Yang saw Mocha was stunned for a long time, and waved his hand in front of her eyes: "What? Are you worried about that little ranger?"

Mo Cha shook her head. She didn't want to shake the morale of the army at this time. Although she really didn't want Ye Xiu, the upright demon rider, to die, but with such a stance, who would dare to hold back in a life-and-death duel?

Although, Ying Li really dared.

"Where are you looking at? There's no need to give up on yourself if you can't win!"

The one who came to snipe the two was Meng Qingjiu, one of the Five Riders, who was once a subordinate of Mo Cha. He had accepted Weilanti's blessing, and at this moment half of his body was twisted, and his strength was far beyond Mo Cha's.

Mo Cha looked at him again, his eyes full of sadness: "You shouldn't have sold your soul to Wei Lanti, Meng Qingjiu."

Meng Qingjiu sneered repeatedly. When he raised his hand, countless meat balls with mouths appeared on the side, spitting wine and fire at the two of them.

The specially made high-concentration liquor, combined with Weilanti's strange fire, is as powerful as a missile explosion, and the gushing flames are also highly corrosive.

Mo Cha quickly raised the holy sword and slashed out golden sword lights, but he was still unable to completely eliminate it. In the end, Yang had to step in to create a barrier to barely take it.

"Leave it to me this time, let me clean up my own mess." Mo Cha said.

Yang, like Ying Li, shook his head and rejected her: "No, you should go first this time."

"Can……"

Yang immediately interrupted her and assured her, "Don't worry! Ying Li and I will be there in half a month after you run into it."

Mo Cha had no choice but to listen to his brother's arrangements, put away his magic power and continue moving forward.

"Did I let you go? Traitor!"

Meng Qingjiu's stomach burst open, and countless tadpole-like monsters shot out, rushing towards Mo Cha at an extremely fast speed.

"Have I disgusted you with my sister? You ugly bastard!"

Yang's face turned cold, and the next moment all the tadpole monsters turned into charcoal. Yang instantly appeared in front of Meng Qingjiu and blocked all the twisted creatures with a thick wall of light.

"you……"

The main forces of the Eternal Night Empire and the Demon Alliance have all arrived at the foot of the Holy Light City, setting up camps and deploying troops all around.

The major holy domain sects led by the Iron Blood Alliance and the last main force of the Urian Kingdom also gathered under the city. They shared the same hatred and were ready to die.

The decisive battle was about to break out, and no one knew which side would make the first move. In an instant, the clear sky was covered with smoke of war. A large number of fighter jets and flying creatures flew through the air, bombarding the ground.

Tanks, stone machines, magic cannons and other war machines kept approaching, and they launched fierce attacks on the enemy as soon as they saw their shadows. The earth continued to crack in the explosions that could be seen everywhere, and the originally beautiful countryside of Holy Light City turned into a sea of ​​fire.

At this time, Mo Cha arrived at the Iron Blood Alliance's headquarters - Iron Prison, panting. Outside, the bodies of the Iron Blood Alliance members were piled up like mountains, and some had mutated into Welanti Aberrators.

Her face looked grim, and she was deeply saddened by the death of her former colleague, but she was powerless to stop it, and could only hope that the demons could prevent this tragedy from continuing.

When he thought that the future of his country would be handed over to the demons, Mo Cha laughed at himself again. How ridiculous was this?

"Hey you--"

After entering the fortress, the first thing Mo Cha saw was Galantina pinching Bian Qi's neck and lifting the fat body with one hand.

"Hmm! What?"

Galantina was covered in wounds. She turned around and looked at Mo Cha with a murderous look. The other party shuddered in shock. That was the aura of someone who had experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"You, you, how can you kill indiscriminately..."

"That guy is not innocent! Look carefully!" Galanthe interrupted Mo Cha angrily and kicked the head of an Iron Blood Alliance knight.

The man's eyes had been distorted into snail eyes, and a worm-like tongue was sticking out of his mouth. It was obvious that he had become Welandi.

Galantina has been fighting with such beings, and Bian Qi has lost all his magic power. Instead, he has an aura that Mo Cha has never seen before. Now all that’s missing is a physical transformation.

"Bian Qi, you wouldn't..."

Mo Cha couldn't believe it. This wizard had always been self-righteous and disdained to associate with any race other than humans.

"Humph! You don't understand... That is unparalleled power. What if I give up my dignity for it?"

Bian Qi had a ferocious smile on his face. Even though he was captured by Galantina, he seemed not to care.

"Now, do you agree that I kill him?" Galanthe asked Mo Cha coldly.

"Kill me? Hahahaha..."

Bian Qi suddenly laughed arrogantly, his head separated from his body by itself, and countless skull-headed frogs rushed out from the broken part. They pounced on Galanthena and bit her fiercely.

"Beware!"

Mo Cha hurriedly cast a holy light shield, trying to protect Galanthena's body.

"Hey! Stop interfering!"

Galantina was still too slow to speak, and she saw that it was not herself who was blessed, but the group of frog monsters.

The blessing of Holy Light made their teeth sharper and harder, and they directly bit off several of Galantina's bones, and large chunks of flesh were torn off.

"Wow--"

Galantina spat out a mouthful of blood. The intense pain made her dazed and she almost fainted. The frogs were biting her and sucking her magic power, making her remaining power even scarcer.

"What? Magic deflection?" Mo Cha looked at Bian Qi in disbelief. He had never used this trick in front of him.

Bian Qi's head returned to his body, and with a ferocious sneer, he raised his wand and shot out an air cannon, causing Galantina's broken body to smash towards Mo Cha.

"Forehead!"

Mo Cha held the bloody Galantina in his arms and rolled several times before stopping. Bian Qi's strength was so strong that he could knock himself out.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Mo Cha held Galantina's face and asked anxiously. She could clearly feel that the magic power and vitality in her body were fading.

"Ah! I can't die, it's just... it just hurts a little. Damn it... Quick, quick, let me go, you can't let... let my man see, see..."

Bian Qi walked over and fired another series of air cannons. Mo Cha hurriedly cast a spell to defend himself. The golden barrier suddenly shattered and Mo Cha spat out a mouthful of blood.

"you--"

"See? This is the power I gained, a power you cannot understand!"

Galantina tugged at Mo Cha's chest and said with pain: "He, they... somehow... have been... getting stronger..."

"what?"

Mo Cha didn't understand, but before he could think about it, Bian Qi rushed over again, this time his body had spikes growing on it, and he crashed into Mo Cha like a hedgehog.

"not good--"

At the critical moment, a black shadow flashed by, and all the spikes on Bian Qi's body shattered, and at the same time he was cut in half by a black light.

“Ah! You, you—”

Bian Qi looked forward in disbelief, only to see Ying Li and Yang Zheng staring at him coldly, especially Ying Li. His murderous gaze made his heart chill.

"Hey~ I, I shouldn't have waited for them, one by one...one by one..." Galantina was held in Ying Li's arms, and her severely injured body slowly healed under the nourishment of the Nether Flame.

"You just like to show off!"

Ying Li interrupted coldly. Galantina's unauthorized and reckless behavior made him hate Bian Qi, but he also blamed her for disobeying orders, which always made him worried.

Yang Ze approached Bian Qi step by step, his body shining with golden light, and said with a smile: "Your accomplice named Meng Qingjiu chose the death penalty by burning, how do you want to die?"

"Varied--"