Awakening from the Devouring Starry Sky

Chapter 808: Yan Fen and Yi Fu

Boom...with a loud explosion, just as the Messenger of All Things controlled by Ji Ning's second soul was swinging his sword to try his best to resist the Taoist Master of Demon Hand, Dicko, whose body was suddenly burning with blood flames and whose aura suddenly became violent, punched out. In an instant, the space shattered and turned into turbulence. The terrible punch force made the Taoist Master of Demon Hand tremble all over, and then he staggered backwards.

Bang... At the same time, Sun Wukong's golden hoop also collided with the other palm of the Demon Hand Taoist, but then Sun Wukong's face changed slightly and he looked at Di Ke in surprise. He had a head-on collision with the Demon Hand Taoist, but he didn't even shake, let alone take a step back. Obviously, the power of Di Ke's punch, while forcing the Demon Hand Taoist to retreat, also affected and weakened the Demon Hand Taoist's other attacks.

"What?" Not only Sun Wukong and Ji Ning, who had just had a brief fight with the Taoist Master Demon Hand and witnessed how powerful he was, were surprised, but also Master Huanmu and Patriarch Bodhi, Emperor Huangdi Xuanyuan, the Three Pure Ones, Suiren, and Tathagata, who were in a stalemate with each other, were all surprised. Obviously, they did not expect that Dicko could actually force the Taoist Master Demon Hand to retreat. Does that mean that Dicko has the fighting power of a leader after his outburst?

"This is impossible!" The Dark Light Sword Master who had retreated to the sidelines widened his eyes, and the centipede-like scar on his face twitched. A powerful leader? He became a powerful leader after practicing for less than a thousand years. What a joke! Even in the ancient Pangu world, there was no such monster!

"Is this Yan Fen? You actually got the inheritance of that old guy Fire Demon?" The Demon Hand Taoist, who had stabilized his body, looked at Dicko in shock and anger.

Compared to the Sanqing and Suiren who were pleasantly surprised after they reacted, Master Huanmu, who struggled to entangle them, saw Di Ke, whose body was full of blood and flames and whose aura was violent, and his eyes flashed with a complex look of reminiscence: "Yanfen... I didn't expect that Brother Huomo actually has a successor, and this successor is from Nuwa's camp..."

Then, the Demon Hand Daozu flashed forward and unleashed a series of mysterious and beautiful palm techniques, attacking the vital points of Dicko's body.
Bang... boom... hiss... accompanied by muffled sounds and the sound of energy explosion and collision, Dicko, with his violent and terrifying aura, seemed to have simple and casual moves, without the slightest smell of fireworks, whether it was fists or palms, or using his palms as blades to chop and attack, but he blocked all the attacks of the Demon Hand Taoist, just like a butcher cutting up an ox, or as if two martial arts masters were sparring with each other, and for a moment it was hard to tell who was the better.

"This..." Sun Wukong, Ji Ning and the Dark Light Sword Master on the side were dumbfounded. Even Master Huanmu and Bodhi in the distance stopped fighting and looked at this scene in disbelief.

You know, in terms of palm techniques, the Demon Hand Daoist Patriarch is the best in the Three Realms. Even the Buddha Tathagata, who is also good at palm techniques, may be as powerful as the Demon Hand Daoist Patriarch, but in terms of the complexity and mystery of palm techniques, the Buddha Tathagata is inferior to the Demon Hand Daoist Patriarch.

During the ancient destruction war, the Demon Hand Daoist Patriarch was able to fight Nuwa for a long time before she broke through, and dared to fight head-on with the Immortal Execution Sword Formation of the Three Pure Ones. One can imagine how brilliant his palm skills were and how high his realm was! But now, the palm skills that the Demon Hand Daoist Patriarch was most proud of could not do anything to Di Ke, a junior who had practiced for less than a thousand years. Not to mention how shocked and ashamed the Demon Hand Daoist Patriarch was at this time, even Master Huanmu and the Three Pure Ones could not help but feel a sense of unreality when they saw it.

"I want to see how long your divine power can sustain by performing Yanfen like this." Just as the Demon Hand Taoist was emitting real fire and his attacks became more and more fierce and fierce, making it a little difficult for Dicko to cope with them. Sun Wukong, Ji Ning and the Three Pure Ones who were watching the battle on the side also became a little anxious. Suddenly, a space vortex appeared in the distance, and Ji Dian, a skinny old man in tattered clothes, walked out of it.

"Huh?" Seeing Dicko fighting with the Demon Hand Taoist with all his might, Ji Dian couldn't help but stare in shock and daze.

The woodcutter who appeared with him, watching the battle with narrowed eyes, was also a little surprised. Seeing that the Demon Hand Daozu was about to go crazy, Dicko had been forced to retreat in a slightly embarrassed manner. The woodcutter with a slightly cold look suddenly had an ancient magic axe in his hand...
At the moment when the woodcutter swung the ancient magic axe in his hand silently, the Demon Hand Taoist, who had suppressed Dick with an explosion and forced Dick to retreat again and again, suddenly changed his face as if he was startled. He turned his head and looked around, and then subconsciously dodged sideways, but was still hit on the arm by the seemingly ordinary axe.

Puff... the axe blade swept past the arm of the Demon Hand Daozu, easily cutting off his arm, and then, as if faster than light, it continued to chop at the Dark Light Sword Master who was flanking the formation. The Dark Light Sword Master, who had not expected such a disaster, had a changed face and had just thought of escaping when the sharp axe blade came to him, splitting him in half, destroying his soul and golden elixir.

Blood was splattered, and seeing the two halves of the body falling from midair, the sky above the palace of Zhulu World suddenly became quiet. The only top Daoist ancestor in the Three Realms who had reached the fifth level of sword power and was good at assassination had fallen.

You know, if there is no major catastrophe or fighting, the death of an ordinary Dao Ancestor is almost impossible, let alone the death of a top Dao Ancestor, which is definitely enough to shock the entire Three Realms.

There were only so many top Dao Ancestors in the Three Realms. Whether it was Nuwa's camp or the Wuxian Sect, the top Dao Ancestors were few and far between, and the loss of one was enough to cause great pain. Adding the previous death of Wuying Dao Ancestor, the death of two top Dao Ancestors was also a serious blow to the Wuxian Sect, no less than the loss of several messengers of all things.

Being able to easily kill a top Daozu with one strike, he was undoubtedly a leader-level fighter. As soon as he appeared, he injured the Demon Hand Daozu and killed the woodcutter who was the master of the Dark Light Sword, which also attracted everyone present to look at him.

"Houyi? Is it you?" The Demon Hand Taoist, whose broken arm flew back and quickly grew back, looked at the woodcutter solemnly, with a burning desire to fight in his eyes, but also a hint of fear.

Hou Yi was the most evil genius in the ancient Pangu world. Even after so many years, his name still resounded throughout the Three Realms. Now he appeared again, and once again shocked the powerful people in the Three Realms.

After a brief silence, the sky above the palace was seen shattered again and again. Xiaoyao Tianzun, Amitabha, Maitreya Buddha and other top powerful figures in the Nuwa camp appeared one after another, and each of them came in their true form. Waves of surging breath spread out, making the sky above the palace of Zhuolu World seem to be accumulated with endless sea water, heavy and depressing.

Faced with so many top powers in Nuwa's camp, Master Huanmu and Demon Hand Daozu retreated tacitly. At the same time, a figure in a red robe and green hair appeared silently in front of them.

"Is he the Fengmo, the Lord of All Demons from the Wuxian Sect?" Seeing the burly figure with a restrained yet surging aura, Dicko, whose aura had already been restrained, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The Wind Demon also looked at him. From the Wind Demon's eyes, Di Ke felt a hint of sadness. He was slightly stunned, and then realized that the Wind Demon was probably thinking of the Fire Demon. After all, of the five ancestral demons born in the chaotic world, except for the Wind Demon and the Heart Demon Lord who merged with the Heavenly Dao, the other three had already fallen.

The Fire Demon fell because of the Heart Demon Lord, and they were undoubtedly mortal enemies. However, it seemed that the Wind Demon had a good relationship with the Fire Demon.

(End of this chapter)