"The mixed Yuan Dà luò Jinxiān? The strength is indeed not bad, dare to bully the people of this throne in front of this throne."
Yèmíng's voice was deep, rich, and magnetic, carrying a strong sense of oppression. The evil aura around him began to surge.
Chu Yuan Shennun's face was displeased. Just now Yu Ji called this man a demon god, throughout the six realms, the only one who dares to call demon god is the one in Wan Mo Yuan.
It is said that the living being born from the original turbid gas of chaos has profound strength that cannot be measured. Even Magus Mocan was unable to gain an advantage against him more than once.
Could it be him?
"This is the private matter of this divine lord, what does it have to do with you?"
Chu Yuan Shennun, although he roughly guessed Night Ming's identity, still spoke in a low voice.
Golden mist began to rise around him, his aura not at all weak.
His strength is not inferior to that of the Magus Mocan. Although he cannot beat this man in front of him, if they really engage in a fight, he would not lose embarrassingly.
"Oh? Private matters? Then how about the injuries on the Little Goddess's body? Is it not due to your actions?"
Night Ming chuckled lightly, paying no heed to the terrifying aura that the other exuded.
He raised his chin slightly and pointed to Jiang Wanrou, mocking again: "And this woman, what is she supposed to be?"
Chu Yuan Shennun was at a loss for words. He indeed could not deny the injuries on Yu Ji's body, nor could he deny his relationship with Wanrou.
He adjusted his emotions and spoke coldly: "That is my personal matter between Yu Ji and me, outsiders need not interfere."
"Outsiders?"
Night Ming raised his eyebrows, looking at Chu Yuan Shennun with a smile that was not exactly a smile, "Since I have recognized the Little Goddess, anything related to her is my business. If you dare to touch her spiritual meridians, I will naturally not be polite."
Chu Yuan Shennun frowned, "What do you mean?"
Night Ming snorted coldly, "There's no particular meaning. It's just to play with the divine veins within the God's body."
"Hmph, what a brazen remark. If you want to draw the divine meridians from this divine lord, that depends on your abilities."
The calmness on Chu Yuan Shennun's face could no longer be maintained. He sneered and unleashed a golden light from his entire body, his aura was overwhelming, but it was not completely aimed at ordinary people.
He quickly composed himself again, and in the next moment, he flew up into the sky with a swift glance.
Night Ming saw this, a faint smile curved on his lips. His figure flickered, and he transformed into a black shadow that followed closely behind.
In an instant, they pierced through the cloud layer, and their confrontation unfolded in the vast expanse of clouds.
"Hurry up, the immortals are fighting."
The surrounding commoners had already been terrified by the scene in front of them. They scattered and panicked in all directions.
Yu Yao frowned, though she knew that the strength of Ye Ming, who was a demon god, must be immeasurable. But Chu Yuan Shennun's strength was also terrifying and not inferior to the Magus Mocan.
Now, she truly felt a bit worried about whether Ye Ming could be a match for that scoundrel.
She glanced at the pale-faced Jiang Wanrou, although immortals cannot harm ordinary people, a little punishment can still be acceptable.
She waved her hand, and the fairy power in it swept over as if it were spring. In an instant, Jiang Wanrou had transformed into an ugly woman, one that was extraordinarily unattractive.
Although the dog thing would definitely restore Jiang Wanrou's appearance afterward, it was still good to disgust this woman first.
Jiang Wanrou only felt that her face suddenly became itchy, and she couldn't help but scratch it twice.
However, it turned out to be quite painful, and her hands touched something like water.
Thinking she had scratched her face, she looked down and saw that her hands were covered in blood and pus, which disgusted her greatly and also scared her quite a bit.
In panic, she borrowed a copper mirror from a jewelry shop and paid no attention to the shopkeeper's scared expression.
She held the copper mirror and looked at herself in it. When she saw her reflection, she almost threw the mirror away.
Her face was covered with boils, each one swelling up, emitting a repulsive yellowish color, and some were even oozing blood and pus, making people feel queasy.
Her hands were trembling so much that she almost couldn't hold the copper mirror.
Besides the fact that her face was covered with repulsive boils, even her figure had changed. She became short and fat. Her body type looked at least 300 pounds, and even if her parents came, they might not recognize her.
Tears flowed down like an overflowing dam.
She couldn't accept becoming so ugly. Although she was an ordinary person, her appearance was exceptionally beautiful. Moreover, she had a husband who gave her divine pills, making her skin young and beautiful, and also extending her life.
Now, she had become so hideous, how could she accept it?
Jiang Wanrou threw the copper mirror away, covering her face and screaming in terror, "It's not me, it's not me."
Later, she ran in a panic, without any thought for her husband.
Yu Yao saw Jiang Wanrou, whose expression was shocked and fled. She sneered.
Then, her figure flickered, and she flew up into the clouds, settling silently on a single white cloud, her gaze fixed on the two people who were engaged in a fierce battle.
But she dared not get too close, lest she be caught in the wave of the two people's fighting, and could only watch from afar.
"Hmph, if this God has not guessed wrongly, you should be Ye Ming, the demon god of Wan Mo Yuan. Does this God speak in error?"
Chu Yuan Shennun's hand flashed with golden light, a celestial sword made of pure gold appeared out of thin air, pointing directly at Ye Ming. The sword body was engraved with ancient symbols, as if it could cut through all evil in the world.
"What does that matter to me?"
Night Ming's evil eyes narrowed slightly as he casually waved his sleeve. The surrounding evil aura instantly condensed into several black dragons, roaring and rushing towards Chu Yuan Shennun.
The black dragons were huge, with aura of dark necromancy surrounding them. As they passed, space was twisted and distorted.
"It's interesting to use demons to control immortals."
Chu Yuan Shennun laughed coldly, his figure did not move, but he merely waved his celestial sword, and the sword light cut through the sky like a ray of lightning. The black dragons collided with the golden sword light, causing intense vibrations that shook the heavens and earth.
"Boom!"
The black dragons and golden sword light cancelled each other out after the collision, eventually vanishing into thin air.
Chu Yuan Shennun's expression grew more serious, and the divine power on his body became thicker and more terrifying.
Night Ming did not pay attention to it, and the smile on his lips became even more prominent. He quickly sealed his hands, shouted lowly, and launched a spell: "The Whole World Consumes Souls!"
Instantly, the world seemed to be filled with countless demon shadows surging, converging from all directions to form a huge black demon net, surrounding Chu Yuan Shennun entirely.
"Is this your strength?"
Chu Yuan Shennun's eyebrows were tightly knitted, he could feel the terrifying power contained within the demon web, even he dare not lightly overlook it.
But as a divine lord, how could he easily admit defeat?
Chu Yuan Shennun closed his eyes and focused his spirit, the golden light surrounding him intensified, as if countless spiritual powers were flooding into his body, and his aura surged to its peak in this moment.
With a loud, earth-shattering roar, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with golden light, as if containing the power to destroy the heavens and earth.
"Break Dawn with the Essence of Deities, Unify the World with a Single Sword!"
Chu Yuan Shennun roared, and the celestial sword in his hand was suddenly swung out, the sword light transforming into a dazzling golden pillar of light that shot straight up into the clouds, and then abruptly descended, striking the black demon net with great force.
"Boom!" A deafening roar, the entire sky was shaken.
The black demon net began to dissipate under the impact of the golden sword light.
Night Ming finally began to take this opponent seriously, still smiling playfully, "You have a decent amount of strength, but that's far from enough."
He slightly narrowed his eyes, the evil and demonic aura around him became even more dense, as if it had taken on a physical form like dark mist.
He opened his lips slightly and spoke in a cold, ice-like tone: "If that's the case, then I'll let you see what my true power looks like."
After saying this, he moved his hands, and countless black runes flew out from his palms, intertwining in the air to form a complex and mysterious pattern.
The pattern emitted a terrifying aura that made one's heart palpitate, as if it connected to an endless abyss of darkness.
Chu Yuan Shennun frowned, he could feel the strength and terror of this power, and even, he felt a hint of danger within it.
At least, this power was a threat to him.
But as a divine lord, he wouldn't back down.
He gripped the celestial sword tightly in his hand, divine power continuously infused into it, the sword light intensified greatly, as if it would illuminate the entire sky.
The two engaged in battle once again.
In the sky above, the battle between Ye Ming and Chu Yuan Shennun became more fierce.
The mysterious pattern formed by the intertwining of black runes constantly emits terrifying auras, as if it were going to devour the whole world.
Chu Yuan Shennun's celestial sword glows brilliantly, like a ray of hope, tenaciously resisting the powerful force of Ye Ming.
The collision of divine and demonic forces caused the surrounding clouds to violently churn, like waves in a storm at sea.
Yu Yao stood on a distant white cloud, anxiously watching this thrilling battle.
This battle also caused alarm in the six realms.
On the other side of the clouds, a group of silhouettes quietly appeared.
The Heavenly Emperor, wearing a magnificent dragon robe and a crown of purple gold, appeared with a solemn expression. His arrival seemed to freeze the surrounding air.
Behind him, a group of celestial beings followed, their gazes fixed on this side.
"That's Ye Ming, the demon god of Wan Mo Yuan. That's a terrifying character."
"Of course, I've heard that the Demon King Mo Yan couldn't get the better of him several times and had to let him dominate Wan Mo Yuan. How did he come out?"
"Who knows, he's even fighting with Chu Yuan Shennun, I don't know what the reason is!"
……
The celestial beings discussed among themselves, the atmosphere tense and solemn.
The Heavenly Emperor slightly narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on this side. He looked at the two people fighting complexly, his eyes dark and unclear, as if he was thinking about something.
