Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1273 - 587: The Power of the Immortal Artifact Mourn

Demon Fla Daoist let out a cold snort.

There was no doubt that the war between the Human Race and the Exotic Beasts was extrely cruel.

On the surface, the Exotic Beasts weren’t trying to drive humans to extinction, but in truth, once humans really showed any chance of rising, they would imdiately unite and besiege Human Cultivators.

So the reason all the major human cities were so peaceful right now was rely because the Exotic Beasts felt they posed no threat at all.

"Forget it, there’s nothing we can do about this kind of thing anyway, unless our Human Race gives birth to so Mahayana Cultivators."

"Otherwise, it’s hard to contend against those Exotic Beasts."

"But since the Alchemy failed this ti, we need to accept the mission from the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance and start dealing with Profound Abyss City."

"Perhaps after we wipe out Profound Abyss City, we’ll be able to obtain a large amount of Cultivation Resources from Daoist Xuan Yuan."

"After all, a veteran Integration Cultivator like that, who knows how many Treasures he’s got hidden on him."

Shadow Daoist’s eyes revealed a trace of greed.

He had coveted Daoist Xuan Yuan for a long ti already.

It was just that before, he had no confidence at all against Daoist Xuan Yuan, but if they added the strength of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, then killing Daoist Xuan Yuan was not impossible.

"Kill Daoist Xuan Yuan, huh?"

"Then let’s give it a try. Anyway, I’ve found him an eyesore for a long ti."

"Once our injuries recover, we’ll make our move."

Demon Fla Daoist spoke, murderous intent surging.

"If that’s the case, I’m afraid you won’t be getting that chance."

At this mont, a voice suddenly rang out in this space, and then a figure directly appeared before Demon Fla Daoist and Shadow Daoist, the two Integration Great Powers.

The newcor was naturally Jiang Fan.

He urged the power of the Celestial Cicada Spirit Leaf, Concealing his aura and figure, and silently slipped into Demon Fla City.

Without anyone noticing, he arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion of Demon Fla City.

But this was only natural.

Even the Demons in those Demon Caves couldn’t sense his existence; these Demon Cultivators naturally had no way of knowing his every move, so he easily arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion.

And sure enough, just as the Fate Enhancent had predicted, the Alchemy of Demon Fla Daoist and Shadow Daoist had failed.

Because of the failed Alchemy, the two of them had also suffered heavy injuries and were at their weakest mont.

Although even if they were at their peak, Jiang Fan was confident he could wipe them out, since he could take them easily now, why take risks?

"Who are you?"

Hearing this, Demon Fla Daoist and Shadow Daoist both jumped in fright.

Because just now they hadn’t sensed any unfamiliar aura approaching at all, yet the other party had simply appeared in front of them. If this guy had chosen to launch a sneak attack just now, they would probably have had no way to deal with it.

One of them might very well have been killed by this guy.

But just who was capable of silently infiltrating Demon Fla City—was it a Cultivator of the Righteous Dao Alliance, or from the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance?!

"Courting death."

But Demon Fla Daoist quickly reacted. No matter how the other party had done it, since he had silently infiltrated this place, that ant he was an enemy. Terrifying killing intent erupted from his body as he imdiately struck at Jiang Fan.

He had no interest in learning the enemy’s origin at all; kill the other party first, that was his way of doing things.

In that instant, demonic essence in Demon Fla Daoist’s body boiled like a raging tide, the oppressive might of flesh and soul fully fused swept across heaven and earth. As his robes whipped madly, pitch-black demon flas spewed out from his pores, falling to the ground as rivers, surging upward as blazing pillars, and in a flash spread into a Demon Fla Domain spanning tens of thousands of li—waves of fla were deep purple bordering on black, the cores of the flas churned with scarlet, eerie light. Every strand of fire was like a twisted demon serpent, devouring and spewing a destructive aura that could corrode Heaven and Earth Laws. The void at the edges of the Domain was roasted by the heat until it took on a waxy sheen, sizzling as it continuously lted.

At the instant the Domain unfolded, violent ripples erupted in the void: the originally solid spatial barrier beca like the surface of a lake struck by a boulder, layer upon layer of folds spreading outward. Visible spatial ripples, carrying a tearing screech, shattered clouds thousands of li away into fine dust in an instant;

Even farther out, the void itself cracked open in web-like fissures, within which flowed gray, chaotic currents that were ignited as soon as they touched the demon flas, turning into a rain of blue-black void-fire pouring down.

"Since you dared to co to my Demon Fla City, you’d better be prepared to die."

Demon Fla Daoist pressed down with his hand, and the Demon Fla Domain suddenly contracted then violently expanded. The void crumpled and broke like paper, countless tiny fragnts of space tumbling in the waves of fla, burned by the demon flas into nothingness. The spatial structure within the Domain was thrown into total chaos, all sense of up, down, left, and right collapsing completely, leaving only endless demon flas interwoven with rampaging spatial turbulence.

The sight of demon flas burning the void was horrifying to the extre: the black waves of fla were like a ravenous beast, madly gnawing at the very origin of space. Wherever they passed, the void directly evaporated into dark-purple energy mist, within which drifted the remnants of spatial fragnts, dragged by the demon flas into a spinning, massive vortex of fire;

The deeper spatial rifts, once flooded with demon flas, were imdiately burned several tis wider. The spatial barriers along the edges of the fissures kept lting and regenerating, only to be burned again, forming a cycle of "lting—regenerating—burning," producing an ear-piercing screech like molten tal being torn apart.

At the center of the Domain, Demon Fla Daoist stood atop a sea of ten thousand flas, the demon flas condensing around him into a ferocious suit of Demon Pattern Armor, the demonic eyes on the armor flickering with blood-red light.

As he channeled his demonic essence, the temperature of the demon flas soared abruptly. Even the Heaven and Earth Laws were scorched into montary disorder, Spiritual Qi was instantly burned into nothingness, leaving within the Domain only the roar of demon flas burning the void and the low, rumbling groans of collapsing space.

All living beings within tens of thousands of li felt their souls stabbed by the might of the flas, even breathing carried the sulfurous, bloody stench that burned their lungs. Low-Tier Cultivators couldn’t even flee in ti before their flesh and souls were ignited by the stray aura of demon flas, turning into wisps of blue smoke dissipating in the chaotic void. The entire Demon Fla City suffered catastrophic casualties.

But Demon Fla Daoist didn’t care at all. The Demon Cultivators living here, to him, were nothing more than consumables.

No matter how many died, it was all the sa.

"Worthy of the na Demon Fla Daoist."

Seeing this, Shadow Daoist was inwardly shaken. The reason he chose to cooperate with Demon Fla Daoist was precisely because the latter’s combat strength was terrifying, truly top-tier among Cultivators of the sa realm.

He was nothing more than an assassin, but Demon Fla Daoist was a true warrior, like a Demon incarnate.

If you enraged this man, Demon Fla Daoist would fight to the death, and no one could stop him.

This mysterious Cultivator before them, however enigmatic, was still far from being able to contend with Demon Fla Daoist.

"Too weak."

Watching this scene, Jiang Fan took out an Immortal Artifact from his body—the Mourning Staff.

He hadn’t had this Immortal Artifact for very long, so this was the perfect chance to test the power of this Magical Treasure.

Swoosh!

In an instant, his figure flickered. Gripping the Mourning Staff, he swung it down toward Demon Fla Daoist.

Boom~~

This strike was earth-shattering, unleashing a terrifying staff shadow, like ten thousand mountains crashing down from the heavens, shattering the surrounding void as the anguished wails of billions of unjust Souls echoed around.

Moreover, this power wasn’t a physical attack, but an assault on the soul.

Like a Lord of Hell, slaughtering countless malevolent spirits and suppressing Demons.

Thud!

With just this one strike, as fast as lightning, it smashed directly onto Demon Fla Daoist. This power ignored all defenses on his body, as well as his Domain Power.

It was as if it had Pierced through layer upon layer of void to arrive right before him.

"Impossible?!"

Demon Fla Daoist’s eyes bulged wide. He instantly felt an intense, searing pain, his entire soul shattering into pieces at that mont, yet his body appeared completely uninjured.

He felt as if he had been hooked away by an underworld bailiff from Yinchao Netherworld, his Soul dragged out just like that.

And he had no power to resist.

With a boom, Demon Fla Daoist’s eyes widened and his body collapsed to the ground. His eyes were stretched wide, and deep in his pupils flickered terror, disbelief, and all sorts of emotions.

It was as if he couldn’t believe he had actually died just like that, beaten to death with a single strike.

He was a dignified Integration Great Power—how could he possibly be killed just like that?

What on earth had happened?!