CHAPTER 860: CHAPTER 583: SLAYING THE EVIL JIAO IN A DREAM

"Jian Yi, Jian Er, go!"

At Qingyunzi’s command, two streaks of light left the barrier and soared skyward.

The dazzling light of swords shone between heaven and earth.

Qingyunzi looked toward Lu Chenzhou beside him.

"This realm will perish. Young friend, would you be willing to join me, an old man, in fighting our way out of this Kun Gu Realm?"

"Can you still fight, Senior?"

"If I go all out, I can hold back that Great Demon Venerable for a while, but to kill him... it’s difficult... after all, I’m just a mere dead object."

"Then I’ll cooperate with the Sword Puppets to slay the two demons, then help Senior to see if we can leave the Great Demon Venerable behind."

Lu Chenzhou also wanted to try out the spiritual divine ability he had just comprehended.

"Both demons are at the middle stage of cultivation, take care, young friend... if your life is in danger, leave on your own."

The sword feathers around the Myriad Sword Shining Dragon Armor opened and closed like scales, unleashing ten thousand sword qi, all swords returning to one, transforming into a Golden Dragon flying toward the red-haired woman.

"Hmph! Overestimating your strength!"

The woman placed her left hand behind her back, and her fair right fist suddenly blasted out.

Her arm transformed into a vigorous coiling dragon wood, clashing with the Golden Dragon.

The sword qi was unstoppable, wood shavings filled the sky.

It seemed that the Golden Dragon had the upper hand, but the woman’s power was inexhaustible, the coiling dragon wood formed a solid crimson wooden wall around her, impregnable as metal.

On the other side, the two Sword Puppets held off the Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerate and Mountain Forest Demon Venerable.

The red-haired woman chuckled lightly, "A bunch of dead things, still trying to defy heaven... no, there’s a living one." She suddenly looked toward the void to the side, only to see a faceless white-robed figure silently appear, attacking the Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerate with lightning speed. "Such speed, who is he? Could he be the successor of the cave?" The red-haired woman was somewhat puzzled.

The Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerate had no time to dodge and was struck by a phantom spear formed by spiritual power, sent flying, armor shattered and bleeding.

Fortunately, he was a mid-stage Eight-Pattern Demon Venerate, with strong attributes in all aspects, so he was only lightly injured and healed in an instant.

In an instant, the world trembled, and invisible barriers seemed to press in from all directions.

A massive hand, spanning mountains and rivers, suddenly appeared, slapping toward him.

The Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerate’s eyes shrank, as he saw at the end of the massive hand, that familiar faceless white-robed figure.

"It’s him... The one we killed that day was indeed just a clone!"

Yet in less than a year, how has the momentum of this clone increased so much?

The Prisoner Demon Hand pressed down, trapping the Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerate within.

Demon bones shattered, his body exploding into blood mist.

"Grandmother, this person is the one responsible for the massacre of the Devouring Country!"

"Hold on for a while, let me deal with this Spiritual Weapon first."

The red-haired woman at this moment also couldn’t tend to anything else, as over ten thousand Feather Swords formed a Circulation Sword Formation, trapping her firmly.

Lu Chenzhou’s embodiment trembled, brows furrowed, spiritual power surged like a tide, continuously compressing the Prisoner Demon Hand.

The Blood Flood Dragon’s demon blood burned fiercely, his body elongated like a noodle, finally revealing his true form of a dragon three thousand meters long.

The flood dragon turned its head, its form growing longer with the wind, wrapping around the massive hand, wanting to strangle it.

Furthermore, a blood-colored poisonous mist spread out, corroding the massive hand with pits and craters.

A dragon and a hand wrestled within the heavens and earth, shockwaves from collisions shattered peaks one after another.

"Truly the Eight-Pattern Demon Clan, its power is at least four times that of the Devouring Country Demon Venerable." Lu Chenzhou analyzed inwardly.

"Break!" The Blood Flood Dragon’s body seemed to have no limit, swelling in an instant to sixteen thousand meters long, stretching nearly a hundred miles, its violent power forcibly breaking free of the Prisoner Demon Hand.

The Blood Flood Dragon regained freedom, grinning wickedly at Lu Chenzhou.

"Almost got fooled by you, it seems that’s your only trick,

you better let your true body come, do you think a mere spiritual embodiment can kill me?"

"How would we know without trying?" Seeing the Prisoner Demon Hand fail, Lu Chenzhou quickly retreated.

The Blood Flood Dragon’s eyes glowed red, two laser-like beams instantly shot out like two light swords stretching thousands of miles, swinging and slashing through heaven and earth.

"Divine Power·Blood Killing Double Slash!"

Layers of earth were sliced, mountains were leveled, the blood-colored twin swords wreaking havoc in all directions.

Lu Chenzhou pushed the Speed Extreme Dao to its limit, maneuvering through the blood-colored sword light, until he disappeared from the Blood Flood Dragon’s sight.

"Where is he?" The Blood Flood Dragon looked around, then sneered, "Watch me smoke you out!"

It raised its dragon head and charged into the high sky, its form vanishing into the rolling clouds.

"Domain·Blood Net Sky!"

The clouds turned crimson, spreading over a thousand miles of the sky with the wind, thousands of blood-colored long dragons weaving a giant net like nylon.

"Suppress!" The indifferent voice of the Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerate echoed.

The blood net fell, countless intersecting blood lines sweeping through every space and dimension.

Thud! A figure stumbled out... it was the Sword Puppet preparing to ambush the Blood Flood Dragon.

It was covered in cracks, its sword qi no longer raging as before.

The Blood Flood Dragon waved a hand, sending the Sword Puppet flying, clearly not taking it seriously.

"Heh, if I get serious, how could I not take down a puppet? I just didn’t want to waste effort before."

The Blood Flood Dragon didn’t concern itself with the Sword Puppet, spreading its telekinesis, searching the world meticulously.

What truly threatened him was that mysterious white-robed person.

A mere embodiment had such power.

The mysterious person’s true form might rival the Great Demon Venerable, no weaker than the Blood Demon Grandmother’s clone.

On the other side, Qingyunzi saw one Sword Puppet already out of the picture, thought it was bad.

"This Blood Flood Dragon was hiding its strength, and that domain was powerful enough to rank in the top ten among the formidable foes I’ve encountered in my life.

Now that young friend is absent, with the Blood Flood Dragon’s hands free, things look grim.

This old Qingyun soaring high all life, could it really be that I will eternally rest in the Kun Gu Realm?"

Suddenly, a voice, distant and immeasurable, devoid of Seven Emotions and Six Desires, appeared in the minds of all beings present.

[Great Dream Three Thousand Realms, One Feather Proves True!]

From all corners of the sky, twenty-four silver threads descended, rotating clockwise.

At the end of each thread, a semi-transparent white worm appeared, seemingly real, yet illusory.

The worm’s mouth emitted silk continuously, imprisoning the heavens, the earth, and all creatures!

A multicolored Great Dream Dao law permeated, filling this piece of heaven and earth, weaving into a sky and sun-covering blue butterfly.

Every grain of dust-like scale powder reflected a world.

"This... this is the legendary Great Dream Dao!"

The red-haired woman battling Qingyunzi’s face changed slightly.

The Great Dream Dao, throughout history, few mastered it, and those who reached the Seventh Realm with it were as rare as phoenix feathers.

The most famous one was the Heart Emperor, the most mysterious of the Four Emperors.

According to the Blood God, the Heart Emperor might not have perished but reincarnated.

This mysterious person can use the Prisoner Demon Hand and the Great Dream Dao, is likely the reincarnation of the Heart Emperor.

Upon this thought, the Blood Demon Grandmother realized something was wrong.

Such a top-level great power’s reincarnated body, even at the early stage of the Seventh Realm, posed a threat of annihilation to her.

Disregarding her mission, she burned her demon body, transforming into countless blood-colored scaly dragons, sending Qingyunzi flying.

She tore through space, intending to leave the place.

However, with just one step, her consciousness wavered, plunging into darkness.

On the other side, a Blood Flood Dragon floated among the clouds, while a gigantic deer half-knelt on the ground, both with eyes closed, snoring like thunder, seemingly in a deep slumber.

...

Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerable slowly opened his eyes.

"Damn, I’ve been caught."

He looked around but did not see the Mountain Forest Demon Venerable or the Blood Demon Grandmother.

The sky resembled a multicolored dome, and the ground was covered with giant blue trees.

Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerable flew aimlessly, feeling like he had flown for ten thousand years without a change in scenery.

"It must be that person using illusions to hypnotize me, making me fall into a nightmare. Since it’s my dream, waking up will break it."

With rich combat experience, Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerable had encountered heart cultivators skilled in the Illusion Realm Dao.

"The best way to break out of an illusion is undoubtedly suicide!"

Blood Flood Dragon Demon Venerable used his hand as a sword, committing seppuku.

...

"What’s going on?"

The Mountain Forest Demon Venerable suddenly sat up.

He glanced at the colorful sky and the blue ground.

"Illusion! Petty tricks!"

The Mountain Forest Demon Venerable unleashed attacks at will, attempting to forcibly shatter the illusion.

The world trembled with a rumbling sound, and soon shattered like a mirror.

"Hmph! As expected."

He opened his eyes again, finding the sky still colorful, the ground still blue, the trees stretching endlessly,

On the grassy field, blue butterflies occasionally fluttered by.

"Hmm? It’s a double illusion? Interesting."

The Mountain Forest Demon Venerable continued attacking.

After some time, the world shattered once more.

Time and again, until the fifth instance.

Then, before him, the scenery remained unchanged.

"Five-layered illusions? How deep is this person’s illusion mastery?"

The Mountain Forest Demon Venerable breathed heavily but refrained from acting rashly.

Multi-layered illusions most test the depth of Law mastery.

Theoretically, achieving a five-layered illusion requires at least Fifth rank Law level.

"I don’t believe it!"

The Mountain Forest Demon Venerable steadied his emotions and continued attacking.

The fifth illusion shattered!

He knelt on one knee, his spirit greatly exhausted.

The next moment, his eyes appeared confused, yet the world remained the same.

"What’s going on? Could it be, his illusion Laws are above the Sixth Rank? That’s impossible!"

Typically, only a Demon Saint or at least a Great Demon Venerable could reach Sixth Rank Law.

"Then I’ll wear it down slowly!"

The Mountain Forest Demon Venerable snorted coldly, resting and meditating.

Suddenly, a blue butterfly flew by, collided with him, and transformed into blue flames that burned.

It took him considerable effort to extinguish it.

In the distance, blue butterflies continued to gather around.

"No, I must escape this nightmare quickly, or I might be annihilated here."

The Mountain Forest Demon Venerable continued attacking haphazardly until he shattered the world once more.

However... the seventh illusion descended.

"How could this be? How deep is his mastery of illusion Laws?!"

The Mountain Forest Demon Venerable fell into confusion, his emotions becoming increasingly unstable.

He continued attacking, shattering the eighth and ninth illusions.

By now, he was utterly exhausted.

"Nine-layered illusions, theoretically requiring Ninth Rank illusion Laws, a realm only demigods can reach... is that mysterious figure a demigod?"

The Mountain Forest Demon Venerable was utterly deranged.

He didn’t continue attacking but sat wearily on the ground, letting countless blue butterflies engulf him.

"It seems, the only way out of the illusion is through suicide."

Blue flames blazed fiercely.

The once great Corpse Palace Master was reduced to ashes.

Above the high heavens, the wind rose and clouds surged, a detached face appeared, it was Lu Chenzhou.

He appeared humanoid, yet his body was like a white worm coiled around the river of time and space.

He took a gentle sniff, and two bewildered souls were inhaled like white smoke.