Rebirth of a Thousand Years: Entering the New Demonic World

"Netherworld Sword Technique First Style: Blade Tide"

A series of subtle waves swept through the crowd, freezing them at this moment. After the ferocious expressions and forward postures were maintained for a moment, countless cracks with black flames suddenly appeared on their bodies, and the rolling demonic energy left their bodies and was taken in by Ying Li.

"Wow! This, this..."

Bing He looked at everything that was happening in front of her in shock. The vicious crowd a few seconds ago was now dead all over the ground. There was no bleeding from their wounds, but they had already become dried corpses.

Only Yingli himself and Miaomiao, who possessed a powerful mental strength, could see all this clearly. It was Yingli who struck the sword energy into the ground, which then spread along the surface, launching a series of continuous slashes at everyone in the form of a shock wave.

The power of the sea embracing all rivers is the result of the "Art of Nether Flame". Enemies who die in his hands will have all the vitality and strength in their bodies devoured by the Nether Flame. Blood is one of the most precious substances in a living organism and is a great tonic for the reborn Ying Li.

"The level of Immortal Weapon is far from enough." After examining the corpse lying on the ground, Ying Li expressed dissatisfaction.

Bing He told him that she and Miao Miao were being watched on the way here, and their purpose was nothing more than this fragment. Ying Li's face darkened, it seemed that after a thousand years, there were still people in the world who knew about his business.

"Who ordered them to grab the fragments? Who is your leader?"

"I don't know who it is, but it should be a major force among the seven human nations. My Eternal Night Empire intends to unite with the people of the Ghost Alliance to overthrow these hypocrites who are trying to erase the stain of history."

Speaking of the purpose of this trip, Binghe also briefly briefed Yingli on the current situation in the demon world.

The Demon Realm is now divided into two camps by the Sea of ​​Death that formed in the center of the great catastrophe a thousand years ago. One is the "Holy Land" with the seven human nations as the core, joined by the Daylight Elves, Angels, and Dwarf Tribes, and the Holy Light Church as its faith. Its main forces are spread all over the Western Continent;

And the "Ghost Alliance" established by the leader of the Ghost Clan who evolved from the Demon Clan. They incorporated the orcs, trolls, and goblins abandoned by the anti-demon coalition, and were joined by the Night Elves and human revolutionaries like us, to consolidate the front line in the Eastern Continent and seek survival and development.

In the past, the Demon Clan's greatest enemy, the Weilanti Clan, and some alien species were suppressed by various tribes in the Demon Realm. They retreated to the deep sea and the uninhabited and cold southern continent, and have been relatively peaceful in recent years.

The most mysterious northern continent has been shrouded in fog and chaotic magic elements since the catastrophe. It is as cold as the southern continent. No one is interested in it and no force dares to set their sights on that unknown area.

Until more than ten years before Ying Li's return, the fog on that continent mostly dissipated, and the entire race of Night Elves and the reformers from various major forces went to open up the new continent. However, no force dared to go all out like the Night Elves, so that after ten years of battle for supremacy in the new continent ended with the victory of the Night Elves.

As the ruling group, the Night Elves established the Eternal Night Empire in the northern continent. Thousands of years ago, the chieftain, Crablan, had already won over the human revolutionary army and mastered the crystallization of human wisdom: technology. He also used various means to recruit prisoners of war from various tribes, including many talented people. He also used clever means to attract the attention of many bigwigs in various fields, making many people willing to take a gamble on Eternal Night. In the end, Eternal Night gave them a satisfactory result. With this series of advantages, Eternal Night developed rapidly and caught up with the forefront of demon world technology.

Binghe himself came from this new, open-minded empire with many opportunities. His coming to help Miaomiao was also the intention of the country's top leaders, and they never miss an opportunity.

The power behind Miaomiao is none other than the Ghost Alliance. They have never forgotten the shame of the Devil's Heart and are bent on finding out the news about the major demon lords and their former subordinates. In their opinion, only the original five demon lords and their former subordinates are worthy of the word "demons".

A month ago, Miaomiao found this fragment on the west coast of the East Continent. On the way back to the capital of the Ghost Alliance, she was chased and intercepted by the spies of the Holy Land. A large number of ghosts and human revolutionary soldiers were sacrificed, but by chance she stepped into the Mirage Forest where Ying Li was sleeping.

"Well, you guys have worked so hard. You don't have to hide your identities and just continue to call yourselves demons." Ying Li received this information and his heart was filled with waves. These past thousand years have not been easy.

Miaomiao shook her head and said firmly: "No! A tribe without the leadership of the Demon Lord does not deserve this name."

After walking for a long time, we finally saw the light of day. The bustling scene on the street was gone. A large number of scrapped and burning cars were lying on the roadside. Gangsters wearing strange clothes, dyed and permed hair, and holding various weapons were fighting with a group of warriors wearing straw raincoats and hats and black veils.

The fighting on the streets was in full swing. Even though each of these warriors had unique skills and some could even use magic, it was still difficult to deal with hundreds of thugs.

Bing He told Ying Li that these people were not ordinary thugs, but outer disciples of a sect called the Dream Eater Sect. This was a large-scale demonic cult. Although they were called outer disciples, they were actually minions recruited from all over the world by the Dream Eater Sect to do hard labor and serve as thugs for them. These unlearned people had no talent for practicing magic and did not have the heart to practice Taoism with concentration.

Along the way, they were fighting wits and courage with them and the believers of the Holy Light Church of mankind. Both sides were unwilling to let the Ghost Alliance obtain the fragments of the Phantom Sword, and they tried every means to obstruct it.

"It's the Black Guards! They must have discovered our tracks and are here to support us!" Miaomiao recognized the Ghost Alliance's special forces at a glance: the Black Guards.

Ying Li glanced at the melee scene. The highest cultivation level among these straw raincoat warriors was only the ninth level of spiritual child. They were composed of a small number of humans and a large number of ghosts. He sighed that his side was now weak. Not only had they lost their name, but their overall level of magic cultivation had also been greatly reduced.

"Wait until I rescue them, take me to see your leader." Ying Li turned around and told Miaomiao, and the next moment he flashed into the center of the battlefield.

No matter who those crazy thugs are, as long as their clothing style is different from theirs, they will be beaten with sticks. The nearest few black guards saw Ying Li standing there without any posture and couldn't help but shout:

"Be careful, fellow Taoist!"

Ying Li once again inserted the Eclipse Sword vertically into the ground. Black light flashed continuously, and waves stronger than the last time rose up.

The black guards stood there in shock, because all the thugs on the field suddenly shook violently and spurted blood without any warning at that moment, and the sword energy passed through their bodies and directly shattered their internal organs.

The familiar scene of a hundred ghosts parading at night was staged again, with countless souls of the dead floating in the sky and flying towards the swaying sparks outside Ying Li's body.

After absorbing souls on a large scale twice in succession, Ying Li felt that his cultivation had improved a little but it was far from enough for advancement. He needed to kill someone with magic power.

The Art of Nether Flame is a method of devouring everything. Its main attacking force is not its lethality. All matter and magic will be completely devoured by the terrifying purple-black flame. All valuable contents of the creatures harmed by the Nether Flame, such as blood and magic power, will be sucked away regardless of whether they are dead or alive.

"you you……"

This horrific method made the black guards at a loss. They did not dare to lay down their weapons because they did not know where this person stood. Would they be the next one to be attacked?

"Everyone! Are you here to save us? Put down your weapons, he is..." Miaomiao quickly stepped forward and was about to introduce Ying Li when she suddenly realized that this was a place of trouble and immediately swallowed the word "Ying".

"Greetings, Miss Miaomiao. Is this fellow Taoist with you?" The leader said respectfully to Miaomiao.

"Ying Li. Take me to see your leader." Without waiting for Miao Miao to organize her words, Ying Li used his cold voice to tell all the Black Guards his name and intentions in a secret manner.

These are people who have not experienced the Great Cataclysm, so how could they know the name of Ying Li? But judging from the fact that he killed hundreds of people with one move, could transmit secret messages to many people, and had an unfathomable aura, this person was definitely not an ordinary person and must be taken seriously.

They looked at Miaomiao, who nodded seriously. "Let's go back to the palace together to see my father."

This city is called Chenzui Valley, which was one-tenth of the area of ​​the Nether Abyss back then. Four miles to the north is the Ghost Alliance’s capital, Lingpo Palace, which is one of the few intact places the Ghost Alliance has found in this devastated land.

The public security and management of the Ghost Alliance are generally as corrupt and decadent as those in the Intoxicated Valley. Nowadays, there is a decline in talent, a shortage of resources for cultivating magic, and constant internal and external troubles. The Ghost Alliance government has no time to take care of them, as long as they don't touch the bottom line.

Sitting on a means of transportation called a rail train, Ying Li listened to Miaomiao describing the current situation of the ghost alliance. The more he listened, the more angry he became. The former capital of the demon clan had turned into such a decadent and negative place. The ghost clan today was not even one-tenth as rich and stable as the demon clan.

The train was also very uncomfortable to ride. The space was so narrow that a man of nearly two meters in height could only sit curled up on the bed. The window seats in the aisle were so small that they were almost for babies. At the same time, he had to endure the clattering noise from the rails and wheels. The train was only slightly faster than the dragon carriages and animal carriages of the past.

At the station in the suburbs, thick smoke was seen rising to the sky from afar. Miaomiao and Binghe felt something was wrong. Yingli thought it was the fireworks that should be seen at the train station, but Binghe took out a square box called a mobile phone and started talking:

"Hello? Are you saying that the magic weapon that was just transported to the station was discovered by the people of the Holy Alliance?"

The train stopped more than 300 meters away from the platform where the fire broke out, and Binghe told everyone about the situation. In recent years, conflicts with the Holy Alliance over the competition for magic weapons have occurred frequently, and it was unexpected that this time the conflict would reach the station in the capital of the Ghost Alliance.

Ying Li used the resonance of the Eclipse Sword to detect that there were no fragments he was looking for nearby. What kind of magic weapon could it be?

When we got off the car and arrived at the battlefield, we saw soldiers of various races fighting with some humans wearing light-colored Taoist robes, and the two sides were at a stalemate.

At this time, a group of black-armored cavalry came from behind and joined the battlefield, forcing back the offensive of the human Taoists. Leading the way was a tall skeleton with ghost fire all over it. The armor on his body and the eight-foot-long sword in his hand made this living skeleton quite majestic.

"Oh?"

Ying Li recognized that this was the Bone Clan, once a low-level demon clan. Judging from the demonic aura emanating from them, they should have the cultivation level of a late-stage immortal soldier.

"I am Anrik, the King of the Bone Tribe. The Abyss Crystal comes from the territory of the Ghost Alliance. You are not qualified to get involved!"

At this time, strong winds came down from the sky, and a low shout was heard:

"No!"

The ones who came were a group of white-haired swordsmen wearing light-colored Taoist robes, with extraordinary temperament and immortal demeanor. There were four men and one woman. They looked young but showed the calmness of a rotten wood.

The immortal sword that helped him fly left his feet, shrank in an instant and was carried on his back. They exuded a cultivation level far beyond that of Anrik, and Ying Li couldn't see the details at all with his low cultivation level at that time.

"I am Hao Kun, the elder of the 'Fengshen Temple'. The 'Abyss Crystal' is an ominous object and should be handed over to me for purification."

The man with the eye socket-shaped mark on his forehead spoke loudly. His awe-inspiring attitude was quite impressive. If it weren't for the last sentence, everyone in the crowd might have agreed immediately.

"Ha! Humans, who doesn't know that the purpose of your Temple of the Gods is to seize the world's greatest treasures and transform them into weapons for your own use?"

"So you are unwilling to hand over the Abyss Crystal?"

The negotiations between the two sides broke down, and the conversation was full of gunpowder. The fighting spirit of the people on the side of the Temple of the Gods increased, and all kinds of magical weapons appeared around them.

"Since nice talks won't work, we can only use bad words to let these demons and monsters taste our power." said a person from the Temple of the Gods.

The terrifying pressure made it difficult for all the Ghost Alliance members present to resist, but Anrike still refused to give in. This was the capital of the Ghost Alliance, how could they let outsiders take away the treasure so easily?

Elder Hao Kun sighed helplessly, waved his whisk, and everyone fell near the abandoned front of the car. A strong man holding two swords faced Anrike, and shattered his swords with just one blow, and swept a shock wave to knock all the Bone Clan soldiers to the ground.

A large wave of Ghost Alliance soldiers who rushed over after hearing the news in the distance were also repelled by three people from the Temple of the Gods who were good at formations. The various formations they used showed their magical powers, and the situation was instantly controlled by the Temple of the Gods.

A young dual-wielding swordsman walked towards Anrik who was sitting on the ground, put a sword against his neck and said in a slightly apologetic tone:

"I know you have your own standpoint, but our Temple of the Gods does need this. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

"you!"

Enric originally wanted to stand up and sneak attack a wizard who was heading towards the ruins to lead the treasure hunt, but now he could only watch as the debris in the ruins was decomposed one by one by the magic circle, and soon a black box was revealed underneath.

"There must be abyss crystals in here!" The man picked up the box and trotted towards the crowd excitedly.

Just as he passed by Anrike, his hand suddenly separated from his body, his face suddenly changed and he screamed, and the next moment, before anyone could come to rescue him, he was cut in half by a flying black light.

The black box fell into Ying Li's hands, and a few wisps of thick demonic energy floated from the corpse to his mouth and nose. "Well, it really needs to absorb people with cultivation."

"what!?"

Everyone in the Temple of the Gods was horrified. None of them had expected that the unknown rookie in the Immortal Soldier Realm could kill a demon general in an instant, and with such a strange and vicious move.

But now Ying Li has devoured the magic power of a human at the Demon General level, and his cultivation has instantly soared to the ninth level of Immortal Soldier, and he is only one step away from becoming a Demon General.

Purple-black demonic energy rushed towards them, and everyone in the Temple of the Gods hurriedly dispersed in all directions, but Ying Li's goal was not to attack but to block the entire place.

"Do you still want to steal things now?" Ying Li asked coldly.

"You...you can't be..."