NFBE Chapter 335 9 tail
Chapter 335 9 tail
The distant mountains are shrouded in mist, and all the beasts cry out in sorrow.
After a deafening roar, the enormous, earth-yellow python crashed into a mountain behind it, sending half of the mountaintop flying hundreds of meters away.
After a black whirlwind appeared before the giant python, Lian Yu held the extremely ornate feather fan, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
The person who had transformed into a young man was surrounded by an undeniable demonic aura, which enveloped him like a black cloak, revealing only a pair of eerie, emerald-green eyes.
"Huang Tingzhao, what do you think you are? You're nothing but a toad-like snake who only broke through to the ninth realm when your life was about to end!"
The giant, earth-yellow python moved slowly atop the collapsed mountain peak, dark red blood continuously flowing from its enormous mouth.
A gentle white light shone, and the giant python transformed back into the old man in yellow robes.
The old man's voice was filled with undisguised disgust: "He's just an old monster who has honestly cultivated for thousands of years. Naturally, he can't compare to a beast who colludes with the demon race!"
"But..." The old man changed his tone, his aura rising steadily, heading straight for the mid-stage of the ninth realm.
"I'm not the only one here to kill you!"
The old man's voice was incredibly powerful, resounding throughout the entire mountain range!
"Fellow Taoists, don't take action yet!"
"Qiang!"
The sharp clang of metal against metal echoed across the mountains, and a faint crimson shadow appeared beside Lian Yu at some unknown time.
A long sword clashed with the young man's ornate feather fan, creating an invisible shockwave.
The shockwave spread outwards like a sharp blade, flattening several mountain peaks, causing the birds and beasts to flee in panic into the deep mountains.
Lian Yu gently waved the fan in his hand, and the originally black feather fan emitted a faint golden light under his movement.
The crimson shadow that had just fought Lian Yu slowly revealed its form. Tu Shan Yan's tone was tinged with a calm smile, and her eyes and brows exuded charm.
The woman looked at Lian Yu and said, "Golden Crow Feather? Fellow Daoist Lian Yu, you really have many trump cards."
Lian Yu looked at Tu Shan Yan and said with a cold smile:
"Old woman Tushan, you're a great demon who's cultivated for a thousand years, can't you even fight fair and square now!"
The smile on Tu Shanyan's face vanished abruptly, and a chilling killing intent quickly settled into her alluring eyes.
"You call this a battle of wits?"
The woman slowly raised her hand, and a blood-red longsword was grasped in the man's hand. As the woman's scarlet skirt fluttered, eight tails unfolded behind her in an instant.
The demonic aura emanating from Tu Shan Yan spread out, forming a layer of pink clouds in this small world.
"No...this is a fight to the death!"
"Fools who forcibly overdraw their demonic power are nothing but ants..."
Before Lian Yu could finish his sarcastic remark, a look of horror appeared on the young man's face.
Opposite him, behind the eight-tailed fox demon Tu Shanyan, the phantom of a ninth tail slowly appeared!
The young man held the golden crow feather fan in front of him, his voice no longer calm as before:
"You're about to cultivate the Nine-Tails!"
Tu Shan Yan smiled lightly: "I have transformed into a nine-tailed fox for three thousand years, just waiting to kill a shameless scoundrel like you."
At the same moment the woman spoke, the red cloud behind her transformed into a giant fox, letting out a mournful howl towards the sky before lunging at Lian Yu.
"Fellow Daoist Tushan, I'm here to help you!" The old man in yellow shouted and flew into the battle.
In an instant, sharp blade light and various colored magical lights collided and surged within this small, isolated space. Soaring demonic energy blocked out the sun.
Above the clouds, Zhu Qianyan, holding a long red spear, looked at the young woman beside him and spoke softly:
“Lingzhi, your fourth uncle is going down now. Lian Yu is, after all, one of the Peacock Lords, and his collusion with the Demon Clan is not something that started overnight; he also has many trump cards…”
The young man's expression was grave: "You must remain here and be extremely careful!"
Zhu Lingzhi nodded to Zhu Qianyan: "Don't worry, Fourth Uncle."
Only then did the young man feel relieved and turn around to join the battle.
The blood-red spear, trailing a fiery red tail, pierced into the battle between the three like a stabilizing force.
"boom!"
The entangled ball of light exploded due to Zhu Qianyan's forceful intervention, and a dark figure retreated rapidly, finally stopping at the edge of the restriction.
Lian Chuan looked somewhat disheveled, his sinister eyes filled with resentment. At first glance, he no longer resembled a noble and elegant peacock, but rather a dark demon living in the desolate region.
"What a nuisance of this restriction!"
Lian Yu glanced at the transparent barrier behind him. This barrier was no ordinary object; it was a sacred relic of Jidu, stored within the Feather Palace, with a name disliked by all members of the Feather Clan—
Golden birdcage.
The young man sneered, "Exactly the same as this boring Yuanming Realm!"
The young man gently raised his hand, and the demonic energy around him surged again, like a constantly rising and falling black wave, slowly engulfing him.
Zhu Lingzhi looked at Lian Yu with a complicated expression. The woman spoke slowly, her tone filled with melancholy:
"The elders I loved so much when I was young have ended up like this."
If you examine your conscience, you may change your path, but you may lose your original intention.
Zhu Lingzhi didn't know what was wrong with her. Looking at Lian Yu's appearance, she suddenly remembered the young sect leader of the Long Sword Sect, whom she had only met once.
The so-called battle against the geniuses of the upper realm with a broken Dao heart was all an illusion.
If one's original aspiration remains, how can one speak of a broken heart?
The woman slowly removed two exquisite and luxurious gold hairpins from her hair, gently closed them in her hands, and spoke calmly:
"Qiwu!"
In an instant, a golden bow and arrow, adorned with blood-red phoenix feathers at its tip and apex, appeared before Zhu Lingzhi.
The pale gold bowstring was drawn back inch by inch by the woman's hand, and a crimson mark appeared between Zhu Lingzhi's brows.
Pure Vermilion Bird blood continuously flew out from the mark, condensing into a blood-red arrow between the women.
Lei Chuxi and Jing Ruyu exchanged a glance, and at the same time took out the magical artifacts that their elders had given them when they descended to the mortal realm, and silently protected Zhu Lingzhi.
Traitors of the Feathered Clan should die under the Feathered Clan's divine artifacts to give the human and demon races a true account!
In the battle that followed, Lian Yu was covered in a layer of demonic energy, and he seemed to have truly fallen into madness. He no longer used any spells or techniques, and only used the simplest attacks.
It rampaged like a low-level magical beast from Mount Luoxia.
Although it's much easier to deal with than before, something unusual must be going on.
Zhu Qianyan and the other two felt uneasy.
They were all powerful demons at the ninth realm, so how could they not know how strange the current situation was? They might have guessed that Lian Yu had been attacked by the backlash, but they were still on high alert.