Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

The Guiling Palace team advanced layer by layer, and thousands of spider main battle mechas provided fierce firepower output.

Although these powerful war machines are ineffective in high-end battles, they can shine in confrontations between disciples of the Soul Enlightenment Realm who mainly fight on the ground.

Especially when dealing with those outer disciples at the fifth level of the Soul Condensation Realm and below, the Spider's main combat mecha appeared to be more ferocious. The main gun roared, the machine gun swept wildly, and the powerful barrage of firepower suppressed the talismans and spells of those disciples, making the Guiling Palace look impressive.

But no matter whether it was the Guiling Palace's disciples at the Yunling Realm level fighting, or the Guiling Palace's elders and the Zhengdao elders fighting in the air, they could not truly decide the outcome of this battle.

Even most of the Daotai realm powerhouses are only an important force in this sect war, not the key to determining the outcome.

The real key is the outcome of the battle between Qingzhou's strongest demon and Qingzhou's strongest righteous cultivator, that is, the outcome between Su Jie and Dong Yu.

Boom!

The sea of ​​blood was one layer higher than the other, stretching endlessly. In the sea of ​​blood there were also countless thunders flashing and roaring with unparalleled power, shaking the sky.

In the sea of ​​blood, the Umbrella of the Raging Green Waves was spinning wildly. Dong Yu held this middle-grade spiritual treasure in his hand and tried his best to activate its power. The raging green waves continued to surge, forming a deep and boundless dark ocean whirlpool, swallowing up the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and transforming into a galloping dragon and Kunpeng.

This was a confrontation between the blood sea and the blue sea. Su Jie relied on his tenth level Blood Sea Devouring Demonic Art, while Dong Yu relied on the mid-grade spiritual treasure in his hand and the unique skills of Guanchao Pavilion.

But for cultivators, what matters in the end is their physical body and their soul. Although magic weapons are also part of personal strength, they are ultimately not as important as personal spiritual energy reserves and skills.

Like Su Jie at this moment, the power of the Blood Sea Devouring Demonic Art is revealed, and his body turns into a surging sea of ​​blood. As long as the blood sea does not dry up, Su Jie will not be destroyed.

He can make countless mistakes, but how many mistakes can Dong Yu, who relies on a mid-grade spiritual treasure, make?

The raging sea of ​​blood became more and more turbulent, like the sky weeping blood, the earth gushing out rivers of blood, and the sea of ​​blood rolled in. Even the middle-grade spiritual treasure, the Green Wave Umbrella, could not resist it with all its strength, and some of the green ocean was penetrated and melted by the sea of ​​blood.

Squeak!

A long river of blood penetrated through layers of green waves and turned into a sharp divine sword, tearing a hideous gash in the body of Dong Yu, who was concentrating on controlling the Green Wave Umbrella.

Dong Yu groaned, his face gloomy.

Su Jie's Blood Sea Devouring Demonic Skill was even more terrifying than he expected. He originally wanted to use the Green Wave Umbrella to suppress Su Jie and wear down Su Jie's Blood Sea bit by bit.

As a result, the scale and mass of Su Jie's sea of ​​blood were too strong, and it actually suppressed the Blue Wave Umbrella.

Judging from the other party's appearance, it seemed that he was planning to snatch the Umbrella of the Raging Green Waves from him. Su Jie's actions in controlling the sea of ​​blood were more like testing the limits of the Umbrella of the Raging Green Waves in his hand.

As he thought of this, the sea of ​​blood became more and more turbulent, and Dong Yu was suppressed and retreated again and again.

Wipe it!

In just a few minutes, accompanied by the sound of brocade clothes being torn, Dong Yu had another deep scar on his body that was visible to the bone. The wound extended from the collarbone all the way to the waist and abdomen, cutting through a large area of ​​muscle, revealing the internal fiber texture and the faintly wriggling internal organs.

Dong Yu had several such injuries.

Dong Yu's figure flashed. He suppressed the almost boiling blood in his body while staring at the sea of ​​blood with a grim expression.

"Elder Dong, it seems that your strength is not enough to protect the sect!"

Thunder roared in the sky and a sea of ​​blood surged endlessly. Dong Yu, who was in the middle of it, was like a lone boat in the stormy waves. He looked extremely fragile and lonely. Even the Umbrella of the Blue Waves could not protect him.

Dong Yu couldn't bear it any longer when he saw this. He turned around and ran away, and suddenly flew into a hall on an island in the lake.

"You're still thinking about abandoning the sect and running away at this time."

The surging sea of ​​blood closed up in an instant. Su Jie regained his human form and followed closely behind slowly, appreciating the other's final struggle with interest.

When Su Jie arrived at this hall, he saw a secret opening in the floor, leading to a deep underground.

"Playing tricks."

Su Jie sneered and stepped directly into the secret passage.

The secret passage went all the way down, passing through a deep corridor, and finally what appeared in front of Su Jie was an extremely huge underground palace.

The underground palace is huge. On one side are a large number of Guanchao Pavilion's sect manuals, spiritual stones, spiritual materials, elixirs, treasure tripods and countless other resources and various treasures and rare treasures. On the other side is a towering platform where the statues of the ancestors of Guanchao Pavilion are placed.

At the very front, there was a strange-looking statue. Su Jie felt it looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was actually carved from dragon vein crystal fruit.

"The sect is in trouble, and so are my disciples. Please come out of seclusion as soon as possible, Master."

Dong Yu knelt in front of the futon of the ancestor's statue and shouted in horror, calling for Guanchao Pavilion's last trump card.

"Well, Master?"

Su Jie narrowed his eyes, not sure whether Dong Yu really had a trump card or was just trying to trick him. He had never heard that Dong Yu had any master.

While thinking in his mind, Su Jie did not slow down and slapped out with his palm.

A giant palm several meters in size, condensed from holy blood, slammed down and shattered the tens of millions of layers of green wave barriers of the Green Wave Umbrella that Dong Yu was using to protect himself.

This was because the palm of the blood-colored giant hand was holding a ninth-grade holy lotus, which emitted brilliant holy light. With the combination of the rare treasure and the corrosive power of the sea of ​​blood, it broke the defense of the Green Wave Umbrella and punched towards Dong Yu's body.

In the battle in the sea of ​​blood just now, Dong Yu had been almost exhausted, so that he had very little spiritual power left and was simply unable to exert the power of this mid-grade spiritual treasure.

On the contrary, Su Jie is now full of energy and vitality, and is in great spirits and vigor, which is completely different from the past.

This is an absolute crushing of personal strength. Both of them are at the seventh level of Daotai Realm. Even with a mid-grade spiritual treasure like the Green Wave Umbrella, Dong Yu is still far behind Su Jie.

When Dong Yu saw this, he felt terrible.

"snort!"

Just when Dong Yu, the great elder of Guanchao Pavilion, was about to be defeated, the strange-looking sculpture placed on the high platform suddenly lit up with a faint light.

Immediately afterwards, a majestic aura suddenly rose from the island in the middle of the lake. The huge wind pressure directly crushed the platform, and all the sculptures of ancestors from past dynasties were turned into dust.

The next second, a slender figure protected Dong Yu behind him with a strong and domineering attitude.

Bang!

The bloody giant palm fell down with a bang, and was directly deprived of its power by some kind of rule. The blood turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated directly into the air.

"Hey, there are still experts?"

Su Jie was confused and stared at the figure that suddenly appeared with surprise.

But the figure was tall and slender, with a faint purple aura lingering around him. He was wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved robe with black cloud-patterned sleeves. On his wrist was a three-inch wide gilded forbidden sword. His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples like a sharp blade that had not been unsheathed.

He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, but his eyes, which were soaked in frost and snow, showed no sign of aging at all. Instead, they were full of vigor and sharpness. When he lowered his eyes and stared, the murderous aura that suddenly gathered between his brows was frightening.

As soon as Su Jie took one look at the other person, he had a sense of déjà vu. After looking at him a few more times, he saw the other person's true identity, which was actually a Yang God.

"Master, you are finally here."

Dong Yu was overjoyed when he saw this and knelt down towards the figure.

"You're useless. You can't even do this. The mountain gate was breached so quickly."

The old man spoke in a condescending tone as he scolded Dong Yu, the chief elder of Guanchao Pavilion, just like a father scolding his son.

"Master, I am not doing my job well. This demon is too strong. I am no match for him."

Dong Yu lowered his head in shame. He knew his master's current condition. If it wasn't a matter of life and death, he wouldn't want his master to come out to save the situation.

"Step aside."

The old man turned around and looked at Su Jie with a pair of cold eyes.

"Are you Su Jie, the guy who ruined my plans?"

"It's your turn to ruin our relationship. Let's meet for the first time."

Su Jie looked the other person up and down and spoke slowly.

"The Dragon Vein Crystal Fruit was originally in my possession, but you stole part of it. Otherwise, I would have recovered to my full strength today and rebuilt my body."

The old man made a sharp sound and looked at Su Jie with undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.

"Oh, are you using the dragon vein power of the dragon vein crystal fruit to nourish your soul? You are now in the state of a primordial spirit, right?"

Su Jie said calmly, which surprised the old man opposite. He obviously didn't expect Su Jie to tell the truth at a glance. He is now a Yang God. Although he is an illusory soul, he looks no different from an ordinary person. Few cultivators can tell that he has no physical body.

"You have a good eye, much better than this useless man under my lord. In view of your ability, my name is Di Feng of Guanchao Pavilion. You are worthy of dying in my hands."

"Di Feng, the former leader of Guanchao Pavilion, is he in the Purple Mansion Realm?"

Su Jie immediately understood the old man's origins.

A great sect war once broke out between the Huoyun Palace in Qingzhou and the Guanchao Pavilion in Qingzhou. The Purple Mansion Realm ancestors of both sects fought each other to the end. The ancestor of the Huoyun Palace died on the spot, and the ancestor of the Guanchao Pavilion, Di Feng, returned to the Guanchao Pavilion, but passed away a few days later due to serious injuries.

Now it seems that the rumors were distorted. Di Feng did not die from his injuries. Instead, he was still alive and breathing, surviving in the form of spirit.

The powerful ones in the Purple Mansion Realm can cultivate the Yang God, which can walk in the sunlight. If the other party's Yang God was not seriously damaged, he probably would not be hiding in this dark underground palace.

"Now that you have seen the Purple Palace, why don't you bow?"

Di Feng's eyelids, which had been half closed all this time, suddenly lifted up, and he let out a loud shout, the sound was like thunder from the sky, extremely frightening.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would probably be shocked and kneel down. The Purple Mansion cultivators are the people standing at the top of the Dali Dynasty. Each one of them is a peerless genius and a powerful person. They have cultivated the Yang God, condensed the Dharma Image, and are the benchmark figures standing at the end of the practice of countless cultivators.

"I bow down to you, you are just a Yang God, you don't even have a physical body, what the hell are you pretending to be?"

Su Jie was amused, with an expression as if he was looking at a clown. This Di Feng really took himself seriously.

However, Su Jie's contemptuous attitude completely angered Di Feng.

"You ignorant youngster, if that's the case, then I'll let you see the power of the Purple Palace and understand the gap between you and me. Even if only the Yang God is left, I can suppress you single-handedly."

Di Feng put one hand behind his back and pointed the other hand forward.

Ripples appeared in the void, the breath of the long river of the Dao was revealed, the majestic spiritual power, the Yang God and the rules of the Dao mixed together, and Di Feng seemed to be caught in a vortex of a black hole, mixing with all kinds of forces, and finally the whole person turned into a hideous creature.

However, this creature was no more than five meters tall, with a body like a tiger or leopard, a head and tail like a dragon, and its color was both gold and jade. It had a pair of wings on its shoulders but could not spread them, and a horn on its head that leaned backwards.

"This is a Pixiu in the form of a Dharmadhatu. You ignorant youngster, this is your first time seeing one. Bring out your blood sea magic skills, and I will make you die a quick and painful death."

The Pixiu Dharmakāya transformed by Di Feng roared. The Dharmakāya is the weaponization of the Yang God, and is also the most common and powerful means of attack for Purple Mansion cultivators.

Even a cultivator at the Daotai realm who possesses the power of heaven and can use his heart to represent the heart of heaven can only be crushed before the Yangshen Dharmakāya.

As soon as the Pixiu's image appeared, the void became extremely chaotic. The spiritual power in Su Jie's body was like being absorbed by a black hole and was actually dissipating rapidly.

This is the innate ability of the Pixiu Dharmakaya. It can only take in and not give out. It can not only swallow most of the attacks, but also the spiritual power in Su Jie's body.

Even if Su Jie's body turned into a sea of ​​blood, as long as the Pi Xiu was given some time, it would be able to devour him clean.

Moreover, it only takes in but not gives out, so after it has eaten Su Jie's sea of ​​blood, it has eaten it directly and will not give Su Jie a chance to revive and reshape himself. This is why Di Feng is not afraid of Su Jie at all even though he knows that Su Jie has the Blood Sea Devouring Demonic Skill. He is naturally restrained.

"You keep calling him a junior, but he is just relying on the Yang God Dharma Image."

Su Jie smiled, and did not continue to use the Blood Sea Swallowing Demon Technique. Instead, he stretched out his finger and wiped between his eyes, and the space between his eyebrows cracked!

The void in front of Su Jie also cracked apart.

In an instant, an even more turbulent aura of the long river of the avenue spread out.

A Yang God that was identical to Su Jie himself appeared, and then the Yang God twisted into strips, mixed with the aura of the Great Dao. The void shook violently, and a huge shadow monster appeared and descended to the world.

It was a statue with wings on its back, no hands or feet, and a round fleshy ball as big as a mountain. In the middle was a vortex eye that shone with dazzling light.

Once it appeared, the huge wings covered with the flesh membrane of the Chaos Dharmakāya swept up a tornado of wind, and countless maggot-like tentacles poked out from the gaps between the wing bones. The purple Chaos Eye in the center blinked and burst into endless brilliance.

The rock strata let out a dying groan under the weight of the glow, and the mountain of the underground palace began to collapse and burst open. The sky outside suddenly cracked into spider-web-like purple lines, and the bluestone slabs underfoot trembled and arched, cracking into bottomless deep grooves and cracks, a doomsday scene.

In front of this true Chaos Dharma Image, the Pixiu Dharma Image transformed by Di Feng was like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon. Both sides were no longer on the same level in terms of size, power of rules or momentum.

One is that the Yang Shen was seriously injured and was barely alive by relying on the nourishment of the Dragon Vein Crystal Fruit. Within the Dharma Image, there were only eighteen cracked golden pills.

One is that with the help of countless believers on Blue Star, the Yang God condensed 72 golden pills, like the Yang God of the glorious sun.

The gap is obvious at a glance. (End of this chapter)