The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 126 The Chase

Clang!

The sound of swords rang out through the sky, the golden thunder sword shattered, and a fine crack appeared on the blade of the Seven Kill Sword.

The silver-robed cultivator's eyes were icy cold. Lightning condensed in front of him, and a pillar of lightning, as thick as a human arm, roared and crashed down on Li Qinghe with a deafening roar that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.

Li Qinghe's sword light shifted, and the blood-red sword beam, like a blood dragon, cleaved the lightning pillar in two, tearing it into countless arcs of electricity that dissipated. However, the lightning pillar was incredibly powerful, and after this sword strike, Li Qinghe's aura faltered for a moment.

The delay in this strike gave the other four an opportunity.

Four bolts of lightning—blue, yellow, red, and gold—exploded simultaneously.

Azure lightning poured from the palm of the green-robed cultivator, like a waterfall cascading down, covering the sky and the earth; crimson-yellow lightning was as heavy as a mountain, cracking the earth wherever it struck; crimson-gold lightning was as blazing as fire, burning the air wherever it passed; golden lightning was as sharp as a sword, tearing through the void and emitting a piercing shriek.

Five-colored lightning intertwined to form a sea of ​​lightning, pouring down from all directions and annihilating everything.

Rumble!

The thunder roared like the sky was falling and the earth was splitting, and the entire Thunder Prison trembled. Five-colored lightning bolts, like five roaring, angry dragons, crashed down on Li Qinghe's head and engulfed her figure.

Li Qinghe remained expressionless and charged forward with his sword.

The crimson sword light crisscrossed the sea of ​​lightning, like a sharp blade moving against the wind and rain.

With a single sword strike, the crimson sword light cleaved a golden pillar of lightning in two. The sword light burst forth, exploding into thousands of crimson rays that tore open the azure lightning waterfall.

The sword light was like blood, and the lightning was like the sea. Every collision erupted with a dazzling flash, illuminating the entire Thunder Prison in a blazing white light.

The roar was incessant, and ten thousand thunderbolts struck at once, shaking the mountains and shattering the clouds. Blood-red sword light flashed again and again in the sea of ​​thunder, tearing through the lightning and rushing towards the five figures outside the thunder prison.

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However, within the Thunder Prison, the five lightning pillars continuously released lightning, seemingly endless. Li Qinghe's sword light slowed down more and more in the sea of ​​lightning, and the wounds on his body increased. His left shoulder was struck by a crimson-gold lightning bolt, his right leg was hit by a blue lightning bolt, and his back was blasted by a crimson-yellow lightning bolt, leaving his body charred black.

Clang!

With her last ounce of strength, Li Qinghe transformed into a sword light, dodging and weaving, tearing apart the entangled five-colored lightning in front of her in an instant, and slashing towards the golden-robed cultivator.

The sword light was condensed to its extreme, piercing through layers of lightning and tearing open the golden lightning waterfall. The golden-robed cultivator's expression changed slightly. He raised his hands in front of him, and the golden lightning condensed into a wall of lightning in his palms.

boom!

The blood-red light struck the lightning wall, causing it to tremble violently. Countless points of light exploded, and the lightning wall cracked open in countless ways, but it ultimately held on.

This sword strike had exhausted the last of Li Qinghe's strength.

Five bolts of lightning struck simultaneously, engulfing Li Qinghe completely.

boom!

Lightning exploded, the earth trembled, mountains collapsed, and only a blinding white light remained in the entire lightning prison. Li Qinghe's figure turned to ashes in the lightning, and the long sword in his hand scattered and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

The golden-robed cultivator withdrew his lightning and landed on the scorched earth. Looking at the ashes of Li Qinghe and the intact jade slip within them, his face turned ashen.

His original intention was to capture this demonic sorcerer alive and interrogate him to find out who was behind it. However, the man's sword light was too sharp and too fierce. He fought against five opponents and was almost injured in the end. He had no choice but to use all his strength to kill him.

The white-robed cultivator stepped forward, bent down to pick up the jade slip, and probed it with his divine sense. After a moment, his expression changed drastically.

"Senior brother, look at this."

The golden-robed cultivator took the jade slip and probed it with his divine sense. The Great Nine Heavens True Scripture appeared before his eyes. It was profound and mysterious, with every word a gem. Every sentence of the scripture was like thunder in his ears, shaking his mind and spirit. And after the scripture, there was a secret that shattered his mind and spirit.

The Nine Provinces of Tianyuan are divided into the righteous path and the demonic path. The Upper Mysterious Realm is merely a grotto-heaven world within the Nine Provinces of Tianyuan.

The golden-robed cultivator's hand holding the jade slip trembled slightly. He raised his head and looked at the location of the Five Thunder Sect's mountain gate, his voice hoarse.

"Return to the mountain immediately and report to the sect leader."

One day later.

The leaders of the three major righteous sects, the Five Thunder Sect, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and the Demon Slaughtering Hall, simultaneously issued a joint order to hunt down all outsiders at all costs!

The news sent shockwaves through the Upper Realm. This was the first time that the righteous and demonic paths had put aside their differences and joined forces to hunt down the same force.

Amidst turbulent times, on the third day after the joint manhunt order from both the righteous and demonic factions was issued, the entire world became a tightening net.

Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion from the three major righteous sects patrolled the sky on their swords, their sword light like rainbows, piercing the long night; cultivators from the Demon Slaughtering Hall drove their tamed demon beasts, running rampant and searching every inch of the mountains and forests; Golden Core cultivators from the Five Thunder Sect were stationed in various places, their lightning covering the sky, and whenever the aura of an outsider was revealed, five-colored divine lightning would crash down.

Both the demonic and Taoist sects mobilized their entire forces.

The disciples of the Guixu Sect are scattered throughout various towns and sects, searching for soul memories and eliminating all suspicious persons; the Cangsheng Sect sends out its Golden Core cultivators, with blood-red spirit boats hovering high, searching mountains and seas.

Deep inside a desolate mountain, a dozen or so disciples of the demonic path huddled together in a natural cave. The cave was dark and damp, with stalactites hanging from the ceiling and the sound of dripping water being particularly clear in the silence.

The faces of the crowd were somber, and the light from the campfire flickered on their faces, casting an inconspicuous glow on each person's expression.

Feng Lijun of the Primitive Mountain sat cross-legged on a protruding rock, his eyes lowered and his expression somewhat pale.

Ji Shang of the Seven Kill Sword Tomb leaned against a stone pillar, his long sword lying across his knees, its blade covered in blood.

Bai Shenghan, standing in the shadows amidst the corpses, coughed softly; the bloodstains on his chest had not yet faded.

Yin Liantian of the Blood Sea squatted by the campfire, holding the Blood Blade in his hand, his face gloomy and silent.

Zhao Shuanglie of the Red Lotus Sect leaned against the cave wall, his eyes blazing with fury and his face contorted with rage.

Wu Xiang of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect squatted at the cave entrance, with a giant black wolf beside him licking the wound on its front leg and whimpering.

Xu Li closed his eyes to rest, his clothes tattered; Chu Jiangwei's expression was cold as he looked at the long sword broken in two in his hand, his lips pursed.

No one speaks.

After a long silence, Feng Lijun looked around, his voice hoarse.

"You all know the situation outside. The righteous and demonic factions in this world are working together to hunt us down. We have been trapped in this mountain for three days. If this continues, we will either be found or starve to death."

Yin Liantian's blood-red blade darkened, and he raised his head, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Then what do you suggest? Charge out? There are at least fifteen Golden Core cultivators guarding the outside, along with two spiritual treasures to reinforce the defenses, and even a Dharma Aspect Sect Master hiding somewhere. If we show ourselves, we will surely die."