Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"I haven't lost yet! I haven't lost yet!"

Young Master Xuan Ce's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Ling Feng, gritting his teeth, "I won't lose! I will never lose!"

At the same time, Ling Feng also released the Chaos Demon Ape's incarnation and restored his original form. He stared at Young Master Xuan Ce and said in a deep voice, "Stop it, Brother Xuan Ce. Everything can still be salvaged."

"Is there any room for redemption? From the moment I was born, there was no room for redemption! All he left me was hatred! I will not live at his mercy! No!"

Young Master Xuan Ce was roaring and screaming hysterically. The blood light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if countless resentful souls were roaring in them. The aura around him began to surge wildly, and the demonic energy raged like a tide, dyeing the surrounding void into a deep black.

His voice was low and hoarse, like a call from the underworld: "Fuck fate! Fuck it!!!"

In an instant, Young Master Xuan Ce's whole body shook, and his whole body was covered with a layer of black dragon scales again.

The black fire burning on the dragon scales suddenly became substantial and transformed into black dragons, entwining around his body. The dragon roars and the devil's howls intertwined together, forming a terrifying force that could shake the heavens and the earth.

Even though he could no longer display the same huge dragon magic body as before, the demonic energy that erupted from him at this moment was even more domineering and condensed than before.

I'm afraid that at this moment, he has completely given up on himself and is sinking under the endless resentment of the Dragon Demon Ancestor.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled, and as his dragon claws swung again, the space seemed to be completely torn apart at this moment. A space crack as dark as ink spread out from his palm and headed straight towards Ling Feng.

"Die! Die! Die die die die!!!"

Young Master Xuan Ce's voice was low and hoarse, like a call from beneath the Netherworld. Every word was accompanied by the surge of demonic energy, which caused the void to split into hideous cracks.

His body suddenly jumped up, and in a flash, he turned into a black lightning, rushing straight towards Ling Feng. Wherever he passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind a series of shocking black tracks.

"You have been completely possessed by the devil!"

Ling Feng's face was solemn, feeling the terrible evil nature in Young Master Xuan Ce that came from the depths of his soul, which was so similar to the time when he was controlled by the power of Shura.

  What kind of hatred does he carry?

Ling Feng clenched his fists, perhaps because of a feeling of sympathy, or perhaps because he was eager to know the truth behind it all. At this moment, he must pull Young Master Xuan Ce back from the evil path!

"Here, calm down!!"

Ling Feng shouted loudly, and the Ten Directions Annihilation in his hand changed from a long spear to a long sword. His body was surrounded by the brilliant light of the interweaving of the immortal and demonic energies. He swung the sword towards Young Master Xuan Ce and fought with him.

However, Young Master Xuan Ce had already lost his mind, and his attacks became even more fierce. Every blow was almost a fight to the death, with the intention of dying together.

Ling Feng could only keep swinging his sword, and the power of immortals and demons intertwined into an impenetrable defense network, barely able to withstand the overwhelming attack of Young Master Xuan Ce.

Inside the Skyflame Fortress.

The Immortal Emperor Yuan Kun cursed, "I thought the winner was decided, but I didn't expect that young man from the Shenlong clan would be so crazy. What happened in the first place?"

"The Shenlong clan is originally the descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, and they have the blood of the Ancestral Dragon. In ancient times, they were also the leaders of the Ancient Demon Clan. Later, Long Zhan (the name of the previous generation of Dragon Lord) was defeated by Xu Zun, so he led the Ancient Demon Clan to submit to Xu Zun and became a vassal of the Heavenly Dao Clan. In theory, since Elder Shenglin united with the Ancient Demon Clan to rebel against Yi Ting, he shouldn't hate Ling Feng, a descendant of the Heavenly Dao, so much, right?"

The Immortal Emperor Hao Cang was also somewhat confused and couldn't understand where the hatred of Young Master Xuan Ce came from.

The other several dominant immortal emperors also found it difficult to understand Xuan Ce's behavior.

Only Hao Rong, who was the most loyal to Yi Ting, snorted coldly and said, "In my opinion, that guy is simply a lunatic!"

Hao Cang, Yuan Kun, and the Great Yu Saint Emperor looked at each other, all too lazy to pay attention to Hao Rong. Hao Cang took a deep breath and continued: "After the Shenlong clan surrendered, it was directly managed by Yi Zun. Could it be that something happened between Yi Zun and the Shenlong clan?"

The Yi Zun that Hao Cang mentioned was Ling Yi, who had participated in the Black Stone Trial with Ling Yuan (Ling Taixu) and later entered the Road of Apocalypse together.

After Ling Taixu awakened the Heavenly Dao bloodline, the eight tribes of the Northern Wilderness were integrated into one and became the Heavenly Dao clan.

Ling Yi became Ling Taixu's right-hand man and was honored as "Yi Zun".

Others who are as famous as him include "Wind Lord" Ling Feng and "Yang Lord" Ling Yang.

Among these three people, the one with the highest cultivation is Feng Zun Lingfeng. After all, when Ling Feng returned to the ancient times, he had been borrowing the body of this "Lingfeng", which was considered a good fortune for him.

The Winged Lord Ling Yi is the Grand Marshal among the three Lords under Ling Taixu, commanding all the troops.

His position is like that of the commander-in-chief of the current war alliance.

If there was some kind of grudge between the Dragon Clan and this Winged Lord, that might be the reason why Young Master Xuan Ce hated Ling Feng so much.

Of course, these are just Hao Cang's guesses.

"Yi Zun has always been steady and he shouldn't have made enemies with the Shenlong clan. But Yang Zun, I'm not sure..."

Immortal Emperor Yuankun also frowned and began to analyze.

Only these old antiques know a little bit about the things in the ancient times.

"In short, Xuan Ce is at the ancestor level after all. With such a life-and-death fighting style, I'm afraid Ling Feng won't get any advantage!"

The Holy Emperor Dayu frowned, it was a pity that the battle at the ancestor level was not something that they, the dominant immortal emperors, could intervene in.

……

Deep in the void beyond the sky.

The battle between Ling Feng and Young Master Xuan Ce became more and more intense, and the entire void seemed to have turned into their battlefield.

Stars fell, the void shattered, and space cracks spread like a spider web, releasing destructive energy fluctuations.

The figures of Ling Feng and Young Master Xuan Ce shuttled through the void. Every confrontation was accompanied by deafening roars and dazzling light, as if the entire universe was trembling with their battle.

As Young Master Xuan Ce roared hysterically, the aura around him suddenly became violent and chaotic. The black demonic energy gushed out from his every pore like boiling magma, wrapping his entire body in it, forming a twisted and hideous demonic shadow.

His eyes were as red as blood, and there seemed to be countless evil spirits dancing wildly in his pupils, which was a sign of being completely possessed by the devil.

"Go to hell! All of you go to hell!"

  Young Master Xuan Ce's voice sounded dull and terrifying as it was wrapped in demonic energy. His figure shook, and the demonic energy around him began to take on a strange dark red color!

Rumble!

The void roared, and Young Master Xuan Ce's body was like blood thunder, rushing straight towards Ling Feng. His speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the limitations of time and space, making people dazzled.

He has actually begun to burn his own original power!

Ling Feng looked at Young Master Xuan Ce's bloodshot eyes filled with hatred and clenched his fists.

Although Xuan Ce's words were crazy and repetitive, Ling Feng had already guessed some of it.

What he hated was not himself, but his fate.

The fate left to him by the previous Dragon Lord.

"Xuan Ce, since you don't believe in the so-called fate, then why don't you dare to look at it squarely? Face it?"

Ling Feng's voice echoed in the void. He tried to use words to awaken a bit of Xuan Ce's rationality, but the only response he got was a more violent attack.

  At this moment, Ling Feng's mind raced, and he suddenly remembered something: the soul-calming flute!

Han Xiao, the descendant of the evil dragon, was infected with the time plague, and the evil dragon power in his body was completely out of control. It was the Great Evil King Yi Feng who awakened him with the Soul-Calming Flute.

And at this moment, the soul-calming flute was in his hand.

Speaking of it, it really is a cycle of cause and effect.

If Ling Feng had not obtained Ling Ruoshui's Tianshang Guqin first, how could he have taken back the Soul-Calming Flute from Yi Ting's hands.

And at this moment, these two sentient beings are right in his hands.

Moreover, he also learned the Requiem from the young Yi Feng, which came in handy at this moment.

With a flash of faint light, Ling Feng took back the Ten Directions Annihilation and replaced it with an emerald green jade flute.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, gathered all the strength in his body into his fingertips, and gently touched the holes of the soul-calming flute.

The next moment, a melodious and mysterious flute sounded, penetrating the noise of the battlefield and reaching the deepest part of people's hearts.

The sound of the flute was sometimes low and mournful, like weeping and complaining; sometimes it was high and passionate, deafening. Every note contained the power of purification and soothing. Gradually, the evil spirit around began to dissipate, and even the violent figure of Master Xuan Ce was paused.

"Soul Flute!"

"Quiet!"

For a moment, tears glistened in the eyes of Grand Archbishop Wan Guihai.

"It's been so many years, I never thought that I would still be able to hear the Evil King's requiem in my lifetime!"

"Requiem?"

Yu Bingqing murmured softly, as if she sensed a mysterious power that was calling her.

"A song that calms the soul. Ruoshui, oh Ruoshui, only you can compose such a song."

The Lord in White clenched his fists. He certainly knew the origin of this requiem.

This is the song that Ling Ruoshui sang in order to help the Great Evil King suppress the evil power in her body!

  And on the island in the middle of Tianzhi's lake, the song that Ling Ruoshui played again and again was this, Requiem!

Inside the fortress, the three sky patrolling masters apparently also recognized this requiem.

After all, Yi Feng had once fought alongside them against the demons. He was their comrade-in-arms and brother!

"Ah! Ah! Stop blowing! Stop blowing!"

Young Master Xuan Ce showed a look of pain on his face, covered his ears tightly with his hands, and did not bother to continue attacking Ling Feng.

Seeing this, Ling Feng was delighted and played his flute more quickly and forcefully. He knew that this was his only chance and he had to pull Young Master Xuan Ce back from his evil ways before he completely lost his mind.

"Xuan Ce, wake up! Don't let yourself be completely devoured by the Dragon Demon's hatred!"

Ling Feng's voice, accompanied by the sound of the flute, penetrated deep into Young Master Xuan Ce's soul. The next moment, Young Master Xuan Ce's eyes became a little dull.

His body trembled slightly, as if he had found a ray of light in the endless darkness.

"Roar!--"

The next moment, a cloud of black smoke rose up from within Young Master Xuan Ce’s body, and it turned into a twisted dragon head, roaring and screaming, “No! Don’t listen to his instigation! Believe in me, only I can lead you to become the true master! No one can manipulate your fate again! No one can!”

"Dragon Demon!"

Ling Feng's eyelids jumped suddenly. It seemed that the dragon demon was not a good person. He still had a trace of resentment and wanted to control Young Master Xuan Ce.

It turns out that none of these demon ancestors from the ancient times are easy to mess with.

At that time, Kevilly, who possessed the blood power of the Sea Demon King, still encountered many difficulties in refining the original demonic energy of the Sea Demon King, and she narrowly escaped death.

And the young master Xuan Ce was also deceived by the Dragon Demon Ancestor!

  Ling Feng took a deep breath and continued to play the Requiem. He didn't believe that the Requiem created by the two ancient geniuses, the Great Evil King and Ling Ruoshui, could not deal with the resentment of the Dragon Demon Ancestor!

However, at this moment, a feeling of weakness swept over him. After all, he had fought a fierce battle with a powerful master like Xuan Ce, and both his magic power and spiritual power had been almost consumed.

  If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress the resentment of the Dragon Demon Ancestor!

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The Dragon Demon laughed wildly, "It seems that you are just a spent force! Xuan Ce, listen to me, kill him! Only by killing him can you truly control your own destiny!"

"Kill him! Kill! Kill!"

There was a flash of blood in Young Master Xuan Ce's eyes again, and he was afraid that he would lose control again.

  Whoosh!

Suddenly, Ling Feng's body was surrounded by colorful divine light flashing, and it turned out to be the Tianshang Guqin, flying out from the Five Elements Heavenly Palace.

The guqin circled around Ling Feng, and then, it suddenly "whoosh" flew straight towards Yu Bingqing.

The Tianshang Guqin and the Zhenhun Flute are sentient beings that were sacrificed by Ling Ruoshui and the Great Evil King together.

At this moment, by chance, the Soul-Calming Flute recognized Ling Feng as its master, and the Tianshang Guqin followed Ling Feng's love roots and took the initiative to find Yu Bingqing.

She and Ling Feng already had a common goal.

Although the Dragon Soul Wind Soul Jue was destroyed, the power of unity remained in the bodies of the two.

Inspired by the friendship treasures, the Tianshang Guqin and the Zhenhun Flute, the power of unity dormant in Ling Feng and Yu Bingqing's bodies actually awakened the pair of the source instruments, the Longpo Fenghun Jue, once again!

However, at this moment, the power of unity has been attached to the Tianshang Guqin and the Zhenhun Flute respectively.

Naturally, the Tianshang Guqin chose Yu Bingqing as its master.

"Wow!"

A phoenix was singing in the sky. Behind Yu Bingqing, a nine-colored phoenix rose into the sky. Then, the Tianshang Guqin fell directly into Yu Bingqing's arms. When the divine light flashed, Yu Bingqing had been brought to Ling Feng by the Tianshang Guqin.

The two looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts.

  The next moment, Yu Bingqing plucked the Tianshang guqin, and the harmonious chords were exactly, Requiem!

Ling Feng's spirit was instantly lifted, and the dragon soul in his body also instantly awakened, transforming into a golden dragon, entwined with the colorful phoenix behind Yu Bingqing.

Dragon and Phoenix in harmony!

  At the same time, the sound of the flute and the piano merged together, and in an instant, the resentment of the dragon demon disappeared into thin air!

"Brother Yifeng, Ruoshui..."

The White-Robed Monarch looked at the two figures in the void, and vaguely seemed to see the Great Evil King and Ling Ruoshui of the past.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and all his obsessions completely disappeared at this moment.

There was a buzzing sound in his body, and the White-Robed Lord knew that his state of mind had completely transcended and reached the realm of Tianyi.

  He is also about to take that final step and advance to the realm of the ancestor!

After this matter is over, it is time to face the great calamity of my ancestor. (End of this chapter)