Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Jun Wuxie walked up to Hong Ran, looking at him with indifferent eyes, and said, "A Primordial Giant Python whose head has been chopped off and whose physical body is dead, is now nailed to the chopping board. Do you think such a clamor, besides showing people your incompetent rage and pleasing my mood, can have any other effect?"

"You… …"

Hong Ran was almost driven mad with anger!

For hundreds of years, he had been the pride of the demon race. From the Holy Son of the past, he had come all the way to the point where he was now at the mercy of others!

"Jun Wuxie, how long can you be proud?" Holy Son Teng gritted his teeth, "Remember, how proud you are now, how miserable you will be when the strong men of my demon race arrive!"

"Yes, very miserable… …"

Jun Wuxie shook his head and sighed, then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, giving them an unfathomable smile, and turned to leave.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Holy Son Teng was filled with hatred. A person like him, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, not only a Holy Son, but also the son of the head of the demon race, with a noble status, even in the Upper Realm, he was a person of status. When has he ever suffered such humiliation!

Jun Wuxie completely ignored his incompetent rage, leaving only a receding figure to Holy Son Teng and the others.

He stopped in the sky above a military camp of the Xuanjia Army.

The Xuanjia Army on the ground were training in group combat, using the Holy Battle Technique in coordination, with interconnected strength.

The Xuanjia Army was very hardworking, each sweating profusely.

"Qingxue, the Doomsday Torrent is coming, I hope you can help the Xuanjia Army comprehend the more profound Holy Battle Technique."

He communicated with the Eternal Life Shrine, contacting Ye Qingxue.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a faint fragrance coming, and when he turned around, he saw a woman in white, with immortal beauty and jade-like bones beside him.

Her face was still wearing the bronze mask, and her silky smooth black hair fluttered slightly in the wind.

"Qingxue, it's been so long, you're finally willing to come out and see me?"

Jun Wuxie's eyes were slightly dazed, and the masked face in front of him gradually turned into a pitiful little girl in his eyes, holding a bronze mask in both hands, with tears in her big flickering eyes, begging him not to leave.

"Why do you have to trap yourself in that memory… …"

Her voice was a little ethereal, like it was separated by a long river of time and space, mysterious and distant, but even more moving than the sounds of nature.

"Aren't you the same?"

Jun Wuxie reached out to take off the mask on her face.

She didn't stop him, just stared at him quietly with her clear and deep beautiful eyes.

Until the bronze mask left her face, revealing a face so beautiful that it surpassed the limits of the world, and no words could describe even a fraction of its beauty.

"I don't need to come out, that is the most beautiful and saddest memory for me, the deepest imprint in my life."

She snatched the bronze mask from Jun Wuxie's hand, and with a flash of light, it disappeared in her hand.

Jun Wuxie was stunned, and said, "You don't need to, but why do you want me to come out?"

"I don't need to, because in my memory of that year, you are still the firm and strong man, but in your memory of that year, I am always a little girl who needs to be protected."

He couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Memory is memory, reality is reality, I didn't treat you as the little Nannan of that year. Although you were my little Nannan of that year, you have grown up, you are the Heavenly Emperor, the ancestor of the art of war, the one who once beat me black and blue."

Ye Qingxue smiled faintly at the corners of her beautiful lips, and said, "I regret acting too lightly. Who told you to be so cruel back then? I cried so sadly, but I still couldn't stop you from leaving."

"Tsk tsk, to think that a generation of Heavenly Emperor also cried, don't you think the past is unbearable to look back on?"

Ye Qingxue bit her bright red lips lightly, she didn't speak, but just stretched out her hand into his hand, her slender and soft fingers passed through the gaps between his fingers, and she interlocked her fingers with him.

At this moment, Jun Wuxie felt extremely happy in his heart, surrounded by warmth.

Before he could carefully enjoy this feeling, he suddenly gasped in cold air and grinned in pain.

"Squeeze gently, it's going to break… …"

Jun Wuxie's facial muscles twitched, and his hand bones were creaking.

"Still making fun of me?"

Ye Qingxue's expression was cold, but in those eyes, there was a hint of a smile no matter how you looked at it, but she released her strength.

"The little Nannan of that year has grown up, how did she become so violent?"

Jun Wuxie was very speechless. They both knew each other's identities, but she still used violence against him.

"You haven't seen me when I'm violent… …"

Ye Qingxue's eyes trembled slightly, and she remembered the years when her father asked her to challenge her own limits in a special secret realm.

Every moment, she was experiencing blood, cruelty, and slaughter. The enemies condensed by those orders were endless.

She just stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, breaking through the limit bit by bit, those were nightmare-like years.

"It's all over."

Jun Wuxie didn't know what she had experienced before, but he knew that it must be a past that she would never forget, otherwise she wouldn't have shown such an expression at the Heavenly Emperor realm.

Ye Qingxue regained her calm. She moved her divine thoughts slightly, and in an instant, all the Xuanjia Army in the city were frozen.

They maintained their training postures, closed their eyes, and entered a wonderful artistic conception of enlightenment.

"After a period of time, they will wake up from this state, and at that time they will be able to comprehend all the essentials of the Holy Battle Technique. Not to mention cultivating this technique to the pinnacle, at least they can achieve great success. Before the Doomsday Torrent arrives, the only thing I can help you with is this."

Her voice was very clear and cold, very ethereal, telling him that the difficulties encountered on this road still had to be solved by himself.

Her father chose him, and she could not influence his luck, so as not to disrupt her father's overall situation and cause unimaginable consequences.

"What is the effect of the Xuanjia Army cultivating the Holy Battle Technique to the stage of great success?"

Ye Qingxue said softly: "The Holy Battle Technique is a superficial version evolved from the technique practiced by my Ye family's army in the Immortal Ancient times. When cultivated to great success, the combat strength of the army will increase exponentially. A ten thousand-man army in the Holy Sect realm can kill the pinnacle of the Extreme Heavenly Position, and a hundred thousand-man army can kill the ordinary Mythical-level pinnacle of the Extreme Heavenly Position."

"So strong?"

Jun Wuxie was shocked, wasn't this too perverted?

How many great realms were there between the pinnacle of the Extreme Heavenly Position and the Holy Sect realm?

They could even kill it?

"Of course, otherwise what is the significance of the existence of an army composed of low-level cultivators? This technique was created specifically for the purpose of uniting the crowd to attack the strong. But the premise of attacking the strong is to trap the target in the battle qi barrier of the army. If the target is determined to run, it is difficult to kill. You must understand this. You don't have to worry during the Doomsday Torrent. Under the will of darkness, those dark universe creatures will only advance and not retreat."

"Wouldn't a million-man army be… …"

"One hundred thousand is the upper limit. If this number is exceeded, the cultivators forming the army will not be able to withstand it. Before they kill the enemy, they will explode and die, so a limit was added when the technique was created. If the number is exceeded, it will not be effective."

"If I let those powerhouses at the pinnacle of the Extreme Heavenly Position also practice the Holy Battle Technique… …"

"It's useless. The Holy Battle Technique requires at least a team of five hundred people to form a battle formation. Those powerhouses at the pinnacle of the Extreme Heavenly Position you mentioned, or those in the Half-Saint realm, they are not the Xuanjia Army. Their cultivation methods throughout their lives are different from the Xuanjia Army. Because their own realm is not low, even the battle qi field formed by the smallest five hundred-man army will exceed the limit of what their physical bodies can withstand."

Jun Wuxie was stunned, and then he remembered that the Xuanjia Army's cultivation had always been mainly focused on the physical body, and they had only cultivated the Holy Battle Technique.

Although they are now in the Holy Sect realm, their physical bodies can be said to be extremely strong compared to people in the same realm.

"It seems that the Holy Battle Technique is also difficult to achieve perfection… …"

"How many techniques in the world are perfect? It always has its strengths and weaknesses. Even the Heavenly Emperor's technique cannot achieve true perfection and is not suitable for everyone to practice. It needs to meet special conditions, let alone a technique created specifically for the army."

"Yes."

Jun Wuxie thought of the technique he cultivated. How many people in the world can practice it?

Besides him, so many talented and brilliant people had failed.

Ye Qingxue's art of war is also the same. Even if it is shared with the entire universe, how many people can comprehend it?

"Walk with me, look at this great landscape. During these days before the darkness comes, I will always be by your side."

She said this, her whole person was very peaceful, and even the voice of her speech became much gentler.

Jun Wuxie didn't speak, just interlocked his fingers with her, landed on the mountain path, walked quietly along the road under his feet, watching the beautiful mountains and rivers, watching the small bridges and flowing water, watching the red leaves all over the mountains, watching the green mountains and lush trees.

At the same time.

Upper Realm universe, a vast area covered with ice and snow.

There are endless mountain ranges, covered with snow pines and various cold-resistant vegetation.

In a certain area of the mountain range, a large number of ice-covered islands are suspended in the air, with palaces, pavilions, and pavilions built on them.

Those islands are conical, with a large area on top, but gradually decreasing downwards until they become a pointed cone.

Arched ice bridges connect each suspended island, surrounded by ice fog, and there are rainbows in the sky, hazy and beautiful.

A woman hurriedly crossed the ice bridge and arrived at an ancient palace on the deepest ice island, standing respectfully in front of the ancient palace on the island.

Soon, ice-blue light flashed on the gate of the ancient palace, the gate opened, and the woman strode inside.

"Could it be that news has come back from the Lower Realm, and they have encountered difficulties?"

A clear and cold voice sounded in the ancient palace, sounding like a girl under the age of twenty. The voice was very clear and clean, making people feel like they were hearing the sounds of nature.

"The Pavilion Master is like a god. They have indeed encountered trouble. The Ice Cloud Tower in the Lower Realm… …"

This was an elder of the Ice Heart Pavilion, a woman who appeared very young. Having cultivated to this realm, one possessed a lifespan of hundreds of thousands of years. Although she had cultivated for ten thousand years, she was still in her youthful prime in terms of her entire lifespan.

She reported every single detail of the message sent back by the disciple dispatched to the lower realm.

The ancient hall was very quiet until the elder finished speaking for a while, then that clear, cold voice sounded again: "You may leave."

"Yes."

The elder respectfully bowed, lowered her head slightly, and withdrew from the hall. The hall door closed automatically.

"That little fellow in the lower realm is a bit arrogant, actually wanting you to personally descend."

There were many icy flowers in the ancient hall, and each flower had a beautiful woman sitting cross-legged inside. Some had ink-black hair, and some had white hair like a waterfall, but their appearances were all extremely young, looking like they were around twenty years old.

In the center of these ice flowers, there was an even larger ice flower, and a woman in white robes sat cross-legged on it.

Her black hair fell to her waist, without any ornaments. Her skin was as crystal clear as jade, her eyes were as clear and transparent as ice and snow, and her face was exquisitely beautiful. Without any makeup, she was stunningly beautiful, like a fairy in a painting, untouched by the mundane world.

"This young man is not simple. He saved my Ice Cloud Tower. I really should go and meet him. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed since I last went down. Now I finally have the opportunity and time to go down and take a look. That mysterious demonic sound is now very difficult to have a major impact on you. It shouldn't be a problem if I leave for a while. Just be more vigilant and wait for me to return."

"Pavilion Master, please go. You don't need to worry about the sect."

These women were all ancestral-level powerhouses of the Ice Heart Pavilion, and they all stood up to see her off at this moment.

Mu Ciyin nodded, and her body instantly turned into a point of light and disappeared into the ancient hall.

"The Pavilion Master has worked too hard these years. In order to eliminate the influence of the cultivation technique on us, she has never rested for a moment. This descent to the lower realm can be considered a relaxation."

"Heaven bless my Ice Heart Pavilion. The Second Incarnation of the Ancestor has returned in reincarnation, and will once again lead my Ice Cloud Pavilion, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable…"

"Hmph! One day, the Pavilion Master will find out the black hand behind the scenes who is plotting against us! Those rats who can't see the light can only use some despicable and shameless means!"

"Those people are hiding too deeply, plotting against my Ice Heart Pavilion and the reincarnation of the Ancestor. I don't know what they intend to do. They obviously knew that the Pavilion Master was the reincarnation of the Ancestor hundreds of thousands of years ago, but they didn't take any other action, only leaving behind that problematic cultivation technique, making the Ancestor mistakenly believe it was a lucky encounter."

"When did our techniques become affected and have problems? For so long, we didn't even notice that the techniques we cultivated were different from the original inherited techniques!"

"We can only say that the methods of those black hands are too clever. If the Pavilion Master hadn't awakened all the memories of her previous life, and the inherited technique was the one she created herself, I'm afraid it would have been difficult to detect the problem. Anyway, at some point, some of the power holders in our Ice Heart Pavilion must have had problems, colluding with the black hands behind the scenes, and quietly passing on the changed cultivation technique to everyone, otherwise how could it be like this?"

…

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

Lower Realm Universe, Immortal Execution Dynasty.

These days, Jun Wuxie was not always alone with Ye Qingxue.

He had his own things to do and needed to make arrangements, but Ye Qingxue was always by his side.

It's just that, apart from him, no one else could see her existence.

On this day, the Holy Son Teng, Hong Ran, Hong Sen, and Qian Yu, who were nailed to the top of the highest building in the palace, suddenly opened their eyes.

Their eyes revealed excitement, which then turned into gloom and ferocity.

"Hahaha! Jun, your death is here!"

They sensed it. It was the divine sense of the strong men of their lineage of the demon clan from the upper realm.

"People from the demon clan in the upper realm are here."

In the small courtyard in front of Zongwang Mountain, Ye Qingxue said to Jun Wuxie.

"Good! I have been waiting for them for a long time!"

Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold, and he stepped across the distant sky and landed beside the God-Slaying Sword on the top of the imperial capital's tower. He opened his right hand and grasped the hilt of the God-Slaying Sword, slowly closing his eyes.

Ye Qingxue was beside him, standing quietly, her clothes fluttering and her black hair flying.