Mortal Cultivator

The demons were rampaging wildly on this vast land. Their huge and mighty bodies were like towering, unshakable mountains, which were daunting.

The eyes of each demon flashed with a chilling blood-red light and a deep and strange dark light, as if they contained endless evil power and deep murderous intent.

As these demons moved, a surging, sky-shading demon power rolled in like a stormy wave. Wherever it went, the wind and clouds changed color and the mountains and rivers trembled.

This terrifying demon power seemed to have endless destructive power, vowing to turn the entire world in front of it into a purgatory sea of ​​fire full of blood and pain.

What was even more terrifying was that these demons were surrounded by a dark breath as thick as ink. This dark breath seemed to have life, constantly eroding the surrounding space, making it more gloomy and depressing.

Even the originally bright and dazzling stars gradually dimmed under the cover of this dark atmosphere, losing their former glory; and the sun and moon hanging high in the sky were completely covered, and could no longer shed a trace of warm and bright light.

In the extremely distant Lingxu Palace, Wang Lu stood quietly. His snow-white robe fluttered gently in the wind, but even such a simple and elegant dress could not hide the paleness and deep haggardness on his face.

Not long ago, Wang Lu had just experienced a life-and-death battle. The battle was extremely tragic, leaving him seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Fortunately, with his tenacious willpower and deep cultivation background, he was pulled back from the gates of hell.

However, at this moment, although he had saved his life, the condition of his body was still not optimistic.

The spiritual power that was supposed to run smoothly was now like a wild horse running out of control, fluctuating chaotically between his meridians, with no rules at all.

Not only that, his meridians that were originally extremely tough and ran through his body were now severely injured in many places, becoming scarred and horrible. Those broken and damaged parts were as hideous as if they were torn by the claws of a beast.

Whenever he endured the severe pain and tried hard to mobilize the only remaining internal force in his body to heal these injuries, an indescribable feeling of horror would instantly surge into his heart.

I only felt that there were thousands of silver needles as thin as cow hair, as if driven by some mysterious power, suddenly shuttled and pierced wildly inside his body!

Wherever these countless silver needles went, they brought waves of piercing pain. This pain went deep into the bone marrow, like the fangs of a demon biting every inch of his nerves fiercely.

Every stab made him tremble all over, and cold sweat poured out like rain, soaking his clothes.

However, despite the extreme pain, he still gritted his teeth and refused to give up the attempt to heal his wounds with his internal force, because he knew that if he could not recover from his injuries as soon as possible, he would probably die...

However, even in such a terrible predicament and painful torture, the blazing fire in Wang Lu's heart never weakened.

That unshakable and extremely strong belief, like a towering lighthouse, shone brightly in the ocean of his soul, always supporting him to move forward bravely and never retreat.

This powerful belief is: we must return to the bloody and murderous extraterritorial battlefield, and defend this vast and boundless human land with our own unparalleled strength! Even if the road ahead is long, full of countless difficulties and obstacles, and full of daunting thorny jungles, it cannot shake him at all. Because this belief has been deeply rooted in the deepest part of his soul and has become an indispensable part of his life.

It is like a light that never goes out. No matter how violent the storm is, or how dark and foggy it is, it can continue to emit warm and bright light, clearly illuminating and guiding Wang Lu's path to keep moving forward. As long as this light is on, he will never lose his way and never stop.

Time passed quickly like a white horse passing by, and during this period, Lingxu Temple took care of Wang Lu meticulously and wholeheartedly. Whether it is rare elixirs or profound healing methods, they were all used on Wang Lu without hesitation. At the same time, Wang Lu himself also showed extraordinary tenacity and indomitable spirit.

Day after day, Wang Lu's injuries finally began to slowly improve. From being able to rest in bed at first, to being able to walk on the ground later; from having a weak breath like a candle in the wind, to now the true essence in the body is gradually filling and flowing... All this is inseparable from the careful care of Lingxu Temple and Wang Lu's own unswerving belief.

Finally one day, when the first ray of sunlight in the morning fell on the gate of Lingxu Palace, Wang Lu slowly opened his eyes, and then stood up resolutely. He took a deep breath, took a step, and walked out of the door. With every step, he could feel that his strength was recovering little by little, and his body became lighter and lighter.

In this way, Wang Lu walked out of the gate of Lingxu Palace step by step. When he took the last step over the threshold, the scene in front of him changed instantly. I saw a flash of light, and he had already arrived at the edge of the battlefield outside the domain! There was a strong smell of gunpowder here, and there were ruined mountains and rivers all around. From time to time, I heard bursts of shouting and roaring caused by the collision of magic weapons.

At that moment, Wang Lu's figure suddenly appeared on the battlefield outside the domain like lightning. As soon as his figure appeared, the space of the entire battlefield outside the domain trembled slightly as if it was hit by some huge force. Although this slight vibration was short, it was enough for everyone to feel a strong pressure spreading.

The demon clan was originally baring their fangs and claws, aggressive and aggressive, looking arrogant. However, when they saw Wang Lu's figure, their arrogant arrogance was like being poured with a basin of ice water, and it froze instantly. They stared with wide eyes, slightly opened their mouths, and their faces were full of incredible expressions. It was as if what appeared in front of them was not a person, but a god descending from the sky.

These demons stared at Wang Lu blankly, and for a moment they even forgot that they were in a fierce battle. They couldn't figure out why this human who had brought them countless troubles and setbacks suddenly appeared at this moment? And looking at the aura emanating from him, it was much stronger than ever before!

"Wang Lu? He's still alive!" A demon god let out a horrified roar, with a tremor in his voice.

"How is this possible? How could he survive such a deadly attack?" Another demon god muttered to himself, his eyes full of fear.

Wang Lu stood proudly like a towering mountain, with an upright posture and a straight spine, as if he could stand up to the sky. His eyes, as bright as stars, flashed with sharp light at this moment, like two torches, ruthlessly scanning the hideous and vicious demon gods around him.

Although his aura has not yet fully recovered to its former peak state, the aura of determination and confidence emanating from his body is like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, hot and dazzling, making it impossible to look directly at it. This powerful aura seems to have formed an invisible shield, wrapping him tightly in it, making any enemy who attempts to approach him feel fearful.

"You demon gods, who bring disaster to the world, today is your doom!" Wang Lu shouted, and the immortal sword in his hand hummed, as if echoing the master's determination.

After that, he suddenly kicked the ground with both feet, and his figure shot out like an arrow from a string, instantly turning into a flash of lightning, rushing towards the demon gods at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed into the dense and fierce demon gods.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand began to dance violently. For a while, the sword light flickered, like the bright stars in the night sky; it was also like the flowers blooming in spring, gorgeous and dazzling. Every sword move was exquisite, as if it had been tempered by thousands of hammers and was natural.

What is even more amazing is that as he performed his sword skills, the sword shadow brought out by each sword swing actually contained extremely powerful spiritual power fluctuations. These spiritual powers gushed out from the sword body like surging waves, forming a series of extremely sharp sword energy.

The power of this sword energy was horrifying. The air was torn apart wherever it passed, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound. Even the surrounding space seemed unable to withstand such a terrifying force, and there was a tendency to twist and collapse!

Although the demons were shocked, they were not to be outdone, and they all displayed their own magic skills. For a time, the magic light of the battlefield outside the domain soared into the sky, intertwining with Wang Lu's sword light.

I saw a demon god with a body as tall as a mountain, standing there upright. His hideous and terrifying face made people shudder, and his body exuded an endless dark breath. What's more amazing is that this demon god actually has three heads and six arms! Each head was distorted, and blazing flames spewed out of his mouth; six strong and powerful arms each held an extremely huge magic axe, flashing a chilling cold light.

At this moment, the demon god was glaring with anger, and one of his heads let out a deafening roar, then he swung the giant axe in his hand and chopped it fiercely towards Wang Lu. The axe was as huge as a small mountain, and the space was instantly torn apart wherever the axe blade passed, forming a dark and deep crack. Along with this terrifying blow, an extremely powerful black storm suddenly rose up, like a ferocious beast pouncing on Wang Lu with its fangs and claws bared. The wind was howling, rolling up the dust all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.

Wang Lu did not change his face or heart in the face of such a fierce blow. His figure flashed by like a ghost, easily avoiding this thunderous attack. At the same time, the long sword in his hand turned over, and like a flash of lightning, it pierced the demon god's huge abdomen!

The demon god was hit by this blow, and immediately let out a painful roar that resounded through the sky. It was furious, and its several strong arms danced together, bringing with them the sound of howling winds, and launched a more ferocious attack on Wang Lu.

However, Wang Lu was not afraid at all. He was seen to move very flexibly, performing the magical Lingxu step. His figure quickly shuttled between the gaps in the attack of the demon god, like a slippery fish swimming in the rapids. And the long sword in his hand was accurately pointed at the vital parts of the demon god every time it was swung, making the demon god unable to defend and exhausted.

On the other side of the battlefield filled with smoke and the sound of killing, several tall and ferocious demon gods were gathered together. They chanted something in their mouths, and as their hands danced, a powerful and evil force gradually gathered and took shape.

The power spread rapidly like a dark fog and condensed into a huge formation in the air. This formation was eerie and terrifying, with demonic shadows looming in it, as if countless evil ghosts were roaring with their fangs bared.

As the formation operated, black rays shot out from the formation, sweeping towards Wang Lu like a dense rain of arrows. Wherever these black rays passed, the space was torn into tiny cracks, showing its amazing destructive power.

However, facing this fierce attack, Wang Lu's eyes only condensed slightly. He naturally knew the power of the formation in front of him, but there was no fear in his heart. On the contrary, a touch of determination and confidence flashed in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and the spiritual power in his meridians flowed rapidly like a surging torrent. As time went on, this powerful spiritual power gradually gathered in the dantian and continued to compress and condense. Finally, when his spiritual power was running to the extreme, he suddenly opened his eyes and roared.

In an instant, a magnificent force gushed out from him, as unstoppable as a volcanic eruption. At the same time, a dazzling sword light suddenly lit up and rushed straight into the sky. The sword light was dazzling, as if it contained endless power and energy, and it actually broke through a corner of the formation that covered the surroundings!

At the moment when the formation appeared a flaw, Wang Lu, who had been waiting for an opportunity, flashed without hesitation and flew out of the gap like a ghost. While flying away, he quickly threw out several talismans shining with spiritual light. As soon as these talismans were released, they flew and circled in the air as if they had life.

Then, the runes on the talismans lit up one by one, emitting dazzling golden light. In the light, the talisman began to undergo a miraculous change, turning into thick and solid golden chains, sweeping towards the hideous demons at lightning speed.

The demons twisted their bodies frantically, trying to break free from the tightly wrapped chains, but the harder they struggled, the more they felt that the chains seemed to have life, constantly shrinking and tightening! At this moment, Wang Lu, holding a sword, flashed like a ghost, his eyes cold and sharp, staring at the trapped demons. He was muttering something in his mouth, his voice low and mysterious, as if he was summoning some powerful force.

In an instant, the originally clear sky suddenly became overcast, with lightning and thunder. Then, a series of extremely thick thunder tribulations fell from the sky, with the power of destroying the world, and struck directly at the demons trapped by the chains. Each thunder tribulation contained endless power, like angry dragons, pouncing on their prey with bared fangs and claws.

The demons roared in extreme pain under the bombardment of thunder tribulation, and the sound resounded through the sky, which was frightening. However, the thunder tribulation did not stop because of their pain, but became more and more fierce. Where the lightning flashed, cracks began to appear on the bodies of the demons, and then these cracks quickly spread, and finally the whole body was torn and destroyed by the power of thunder tribulation. For a time, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and it was horrible to see.

As the fierce battle continued, Wang Lu was like a god of war, fighting more and more bravely! Although he was covered with scars, these injuries seemed to have no effect on him, and could not even become a slight obstacle to his progress.

On the other hand, the situation on the demon clan was completely the opposite. Their originally high morale gradually became low, and everyone's face showed fear and despair. Because at this moment they began to truly realize that the tiny human being who they once thought was dead had now returned with endless anger! What was even more terrifying was that no matter how hard they tried to attack and block, they could not stop Wang Lu's overwhelming offensive. Gradually, a deep sense of powerlessness enveloped the hearts of every member of the Demon God clan - this person had become a terrifying nightmare that they could never overcome!

How could the Demon Gods choose to give up so easily? Their leader - the fearsome Demon Lord who was feared by the world, finally couldn't hold back and decided to go out in person! The Demon Lord appeared on the battlefield like a ghost, his body tightly wrapped in a thick black robe, hidden in the darkness from head to toe, making it impossible to see his true face.

However, the pair of blood-red eyes that were faintly visible from the gap in the black robe were like burning with raging fire, exuding endless evil and murderous intent. This pair of eyes seemed to come from the deepest abyss of hell. Just looking into it was enough to make people feel a bone-chilling chill and fear, as if they would be swallowed up by the terrifying power in the next moment.

He waved his hands, and the dark aura of the entire extraterritorial battlefield gathered towards him, forming a huge dark vortex.

Wang Lu only felt a huge pressure like a mountain crushing an egg, and the power was like a surging wave, which was about to swallow him up completely. However, in the face of such terrifying pressure, his eyes not only did not have the slightest intention of retreating, but became more and more resolute. Because he knew very well in his heart that this fierce battle in front of him would directly affect the final victory or defeat of the entire extraterritorial battlefield!

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently like a bellows. As his breath gradually stabilized, he began to concentrate and mobilize all the strength and will in his body. He closed his eyes, held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and muttered something. Gradually, a layer of faint light emanated from him and quickly enveloped the sword in his hand.

When the light completely enveloped the sword, Wang Lu suddenly opened his eyes, and a beam of light shot out from it. At the same time, he rushed towards the enemy like an arrow from a string. At this moment, he was no longer just a warrior holding a sword, but truly integrated with the world. Every breath and every movement of his perfectly matched the rhythm of the surrounding environment, as if he had become the embodiment of justice in this vast world.

A shocking and earth-shaking fierce battle broke out between Wang Lu and the Demon Lord! Every confrontation between the two was like a thunderous force, colliding with terrifying energy fluctuations. The surging aftermath of the power seemed to tear apart the void of the extraterritorial battlefield, causing the space to continuously collapse and then quickly reorganize.

The demon gods and human monks who were fighting fiercely around them stopped their actions unconsciously after feeling this extremely terrifying pressure. They looked at the place where Wang Lu and the Demon Lord were in horror, knowing that the outcome of this thrilling battle in front of them would directly affect the final direction of the entire extraterritorial battlefield. If Wang Lu could defeat the Demon Lord, then the human side might be able to usher in the dawn of victory; on the contrary, if the Demon Lord won, it meant that the entire human world might fall into an abyss of no return.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the peerless battle. Everyone was extremely nervous and dared not breathe, for fear of missing any exciting moments. Wang Lu and the Demon Lord ignored the attention of the outside world and devoted themselves to this life-and-death battle...

In that thrilling and fierce life-and-death battle, Wang Lu relied on his extremely keen insight and the combat experience accumulated from hundreds of battles to finally capture a fleeting tiny flaw in the Demon Lord. This flaw was like a ray of light in the darkness, allowing Wang Lu, who was originally trapped in a bitter battle, to see the hope of victory.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Lu instantly mobilized all the spiritual power in his body. These majestic and surging spiritual powers flowed rapidly through his meridians, like a series of surging rivers. At the same time, he also integrated his unswerving will into it, making it blend with the spiritual power to form an indestructible force. The most critical thing is the persistent belief in justice in his heart. This belief is as hot as a burning flame, giving this power soul and life.

In an instant, Wang Lu used his ultimate skill - "Heavenly Spirit Breaking Demon Sword"! The long sword in his hand burst into dazzling light, like the brightest star in the night sky suddenly descending into the world. With a wave of his arm, a gorgeous sword light whistled out, rushing straight towards the Demon Lord with the might of destroying the world.

This sword light was so fast that it crossed the distance of space in the blink of an eye. The air was torn apart wherever it passed, making a sharp and piercing explosion. It carried all of Wang Lu's expectations and determination, vowing to completely defeat the extremely evil Demon Lord in front of him.

The Demon Lord wanted to dodge in fear, but it was too late. The sword light pierced the Demon Lord's chest directly, and the Demon Lord let out a deafening scream. With this scream, his body began to slowly dissipate, and the dark aura retreated like a tide.

Seeing the Demon Lord defeated, the Demon God clan was in chaos. The morale of the human monks was greatly boosted, and they shouted Wang Lu's name one after another. Wang Lu looked at everything in front of him with a gratified smile on his face. He knew that this victory was hard-won, but he used his actions to protect the world and defend justice.

From then on, Wang Lu's name became a legend in the battlefield outside the domain, and his story was passed down through the ages, becoming a spiritual force that inspired countless future generations to protect their homeland.