Junior sister took first place again

Chapter 523 Kill

“Woo-hum-hum!!!”

The low and desolate sound of the horn swept across Youzhou. This was the "annihilation" war cry that had never been sounded since the ancient war between demons, gods and monsters.

Ning Jiasheng returned bathed in blood, his armor soaked in devil's blood, only his golden eyes shone like the morning star, piercing the darkness.

She stood in front of the main hall of the Day Sun Palace. On the huge square below, stood the demon army like a steel jungle.

The demon kings of various tribes in Youzhou led their brave generals to stand tall with their heads held high, their fighting spirit soaring to the sky.

The elite envoys from the Hehuan Palace in Xizhou, the special envoys from the Bishui Sect in Dongzhou, the secret team from the Xingchen Sect in Qingzhou, and the anti-demon army spontaneously formed in Zhongzhou are all lined up here.

Under the threat of world destruction, representatives from the four states, both humans and demons, once again put aside their past grudges and stood under the same battle flag.

The air was filled with tragedy and determination.

Ning Jiasheng, dressed in black and red, stood on the platform.

She did not make an impassioned speech, but slowly raised the Red Flame in her hand - the natal sword that had accompanied her through life and death and was soaked in demonic blood. At this moment, it had become a symbol of revenge and hope.

Her gaze swept across the faces below, some familiar, some unfamiliar, all filled with determination. Deep within her golden eyes was a profound chill of ice and a blazing fire that burned the heavens.

Her voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by every living being and penetrated their souls:

"The blood of the Xuanling Sect is still flowing."

"The Xingchen Sect's tragedy is unforgettable."

"My master Qinglian's origin was shattered, and he is still in a deep sleep."

"Master Nanming and Master Jiyun are trapped in the devil's cave, their lives are uncertain."

"This hatred and resentment cannot be washed away even by pouring out the sea of ​​demons!"

"The inner demon claims to be the Way of Heaven, toying with the people and causing disasters as a joke. Now, it has insulted me even more!"

"Passive defense will eventually reach its limit. Waiting for an attack is like waiting for death."

"I—Ning Jiasheng, swear an oath here today!"

"I am not afraid of the abyss! I am not afraid of death!"

"Raise the righteous troops of the four states, gather the heroic spirits of all races—"

"Dispatch your troops to the Demon Realm! Strike straight at Huanglong!"

"I'm leaving now, not asking when I'll return, I only ask—"

"Destroy the demon's nest! Kill the inner demon! Sacrifice the demon's blood to my heroic spirit!"

"Gentlemen! Would you like to follow me——"

"Kill into the Demon Realm! Fight until death!!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

The deafening roar gathered into a torrent of destruction, dispersing the haze of the demonic realm and reaching the sky.

The terrifying fighting spirit condensed into tangible evil spirit, hovering over Youzhou, distorting the space.

Ning Jiasheng pointed the sword into the distance, and his innate power burst out.

Under the sky as far as the eye can see, the space is torn and distorted.

An incomparably huge and violent passage leading to the core of endless darkness and surging demonic energy - the Gate to the Demon Realm, suddenly opened!

At the other end of the passage is the final stage prepared for her by the inner demon, and it is also a trap that devours everything.

"March!"

Ning Jiasheng gave an order and led the charge, transforming into a golden stream of light that tore through the darkness and rushed into the gate of the Demon Realm.

Behind him, thousands of monsters roared, tigers roared, and the human cultivators followed closely behind.

Like a galaxy bursting its banks, with the determination to die and the last hope, it surged into the abyss of the devil's domain, which symbolizes the final battle and an unknown fate.

At this moment, Jiuyou Palace.

The inner demon stood up from the huge throne, feeling Ning Jiasheng's resolute and powerful aura passing through the gate of the demon realm, feeling the extreme power surging in her body, and a hint of joy arose in his heart.

"It's finally here . . . . my little beauty."

The silent thought was like a lover's whisper, yet it contained a chill that could freeze everything. "When your power reaches its peak here... that will be the time when the 'demon seed' awakens, and the puppet is formed."

"When the time comes, you will be my most perfect creation and pioneer in this world. All the resistance you bring will become my sweetest sacrifice in sweeping across the heavens."

"An era that belongs to me... will be opened by you personally, hahahaha..."

From the depths of the Demon Realm, a silent but wild laugh rang out, enough to make the heavens tremble.

The dragnet has been drawn, waiting only for the "key" carrying hope and strength to be inserted thoroughly into the keyhole of destruction.

The gate to the demonic realm closed behind him, swallowing up the last of the light.

What he saw before him was not the expected array of demonic troops, but a deadly darkness that swallowed everything.

Sticky, cold, suppressing light, sound and perception.

Under your feet is the "earth" made of solidified demonic energy, extending into nothingness, and soul-freezing chaotic whispers fill the air.

"Be on guard! Form a formation!"

Ning Jiasheng shouted, his golden eyes like torches, expanding his domain. The Nine Lights True Fire dispelled the approaching chill.

The coalition forces quickly formed a battle formation, and various protective auras and magical lights lit up one after another, like a lone boat swaying in the dark ocean, but it could only illuminate a small area.

"Playing tricks!" A tiger demon roared, the sound waves particularly abrupt in the dead silence, "Devil, get out here and die!"

As if in response—

"Boom--!"

The sticky darkness was like a curtain that was suddenly torn apart!

Countless scarlet eyes lit up in all directions, densely packed like stars in hell.

The deafening roar of demons swept across like a tsunami. High-level demon generals with hideous and twisted appearances, riding bone dragons and skeleton beasts, led a tidal army of demons, emerged from the darkness, and pounced on the coalition forces with a breath of destruction.

The real main force of the Demon Realm has been waiting here for a long time.

"kill--!!!"

Golden flames surged in Ning Jiasheng's eyes, and Chi Yan let out an earth-shaking roar.

She led the charge, transformed into a golden lightning that tore through the darkness, and bravely headed towards the most turbulent part of the demonic tide.

"Follow Your Majesty to kill the enemy!" The coalition forces erupted in a deafening war roar. Their grief and will to die temporarily overwhelmed their fear, and they collided fiercely with the surging demonic tide.

In an instant, the Demon Realm turned into a grinding wheel of flesh and blood.

Sword energy was everywhere, magic weapons were roaring, and demonic energy was surging.

Ning Jiasheng was like the golden sun on the battlefield, invincible. The Nine Lights True Fire burned all the approaching monsters. Every time Chi Yan swung, it brought up large amounts of demonic blood and limbs.

Her fighting posture was still as fierce and unparalleled, even more wild than when she was at the border of Youzhou, with a determination to risk everything.

Every burst of power causes the Demon King's luck and the Nine Lights Origin in the body to surge like rivers.

However, amidst this intense battle and surge of power, a hint of abnormality began to emerge, like tiny cracks on a beautiful jade:

Occasionally, there would be an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible pause in her sharp sword moves, as if her body was resisting a certain command.

In the depths of those brilliant golden eyes, at the moment when the power exploded to its peak, a deep, ominous dark red flashed by like a poisonous snake, and was then forcibly suppressed by the golden light.

The brilliant demonic power she unleashed began to be mixed with faint but unignorable wisps of icy demonic energy!

This evil energy did not come from external erosion, but seemed to seep out from the source of her power, strangely blending with her own demonic power.

Once, she wanted to rescue the Bishui Sect's battle formation that was besieged by two bone dragons, but the order she issued suddenly turned into a cold whisper: "... in the way... clear..."

Although Ning Jiasheng immediately gritted his teeth and changed his words, the strangeness at that moment made Nan Xu Qianhan, who was nearby, feel a sudden sinking of heart!

"Your Majesty! You..." Qian Hange drove away a demon general and shouted anxiously.

"Focus on killing the enemy!"

Ning Jiasheng interrupted forcefully with a barely perceptible hoarseness and suppressed irritability in his voice.

She seemed to have sensed something was wrong with herself, and fought even more frantically, trying to suppress the stirrings within her body with killing and strength.

The suppressed anger between his brows appeared more and more frequently.

The next moment, the whole world froze.

“Tick . . . Tick . . Tick . . . .”

The clear sound of footsteps, coming from far away and getting closer, was particularly harsh in the absolute silence, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heartbeat.

The footsteps came from the depths of darkness, and the suffocating darkness seemed to have automatically opened a passage.

A figure walked out slowly.

He still has no specific form that can be "remembered", but more like a human silhouette composed of flowing chaotic light and shadow.

His facial features were a dark vortex that swirled and devoured all light. Space twisted and groaned beneath his feet.

The inner demon—the real body comes in person.

In his hand, he held a long sword.

The sword is long and narrow, and its shape is extremely simple, but it exudes an aura that makes the heavens tremble.

The strangest thing is that: half of the sword body is pure and extreme black, divided by the sword spine, like a solidified abyss that swallows all light; the other half is dazzling and piercing white, like the first ray of light at the beginning of the world, containing the power of creation.

The black and white colors on the sword are not static, but like two entangled yin and yang fish, slowly flowing, blending, and conflicting.

The inner demon's arm, made of chaotic light and shadow, slowly raised, the tip of the sword pointing at Ning Jiasheng. A cold and playful voice resounded directly in the consciousness of all living beings:

"This sword is called——"

"Return to the ruins."