Talk About Bragging, How Do You Really Have The Qualifications Of The Great Emperor?

Chapter 131: Burial of the Evil King: Come out, Heavenly Demon! (2000 words)

Nine years ago, the battle on Sea Demon Island.

Although Luo Binglan did not die,

her means of seeking survival had almost exhausted all her lifespan,

forcing her to only be able to rest in a deep sleep,

slowing down the rate at which her lifespan was diminishing.

Of course, just sleeping was not enough.

Her white jade coffin,

made from the finest Void Nurturing Spirit jade,

could suppress the deterioration of almost any injury,

and gradually restore Luo Binglan's origin over time.

It was even personally modified by the head of the Manipulation Lineage,

transforming it into a huge puppet.

At critical moments,

it could transform and engage in battle,

allowing Luo Binglan to have enough means to deal with enemies without leaving the coffin.

...

Deng deng deng!

This huge puppet emitted a white jade brilliance all over its body,

like an immovable mountain,

exuding an indestructible aura,

making people tremble in fear.

The howling gusts of wind and the erosive power of the formations around it constantly fell upon it, but couldn't harm it in the slightest.

It took steps, slowly approaching the Burial of the Evil King.

Its massive figure blocked the already scarce daylight,

darkening the surroundings.

The giant puppet, towering three zhang high, stood like a small mountain, looking down at the Burial of the Evil King.

The child-like Burial of the Evil King looked up at this behemoth.

Such a strong contrast in the scene

created a unique sense of humor.

The Burial of the Evil King felt uneasy in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. "You want to bully me with your size, but you underestimate me! Annihilation of Ten Thousand Souls—"

He formed hand seals.

Sinister ghost shadows surrounded him.

The imposing Saint's pressure was fully displayed.

Countless terrifying virtual shadows of order chains appeared between heaven and earth.

The void around them seemed to give birth to countless waves in an instant.

In each wave,

countless souls were born, extinguished, struggling, and roaring.

Between the rise and fall of souls,

an unimaginable terrifying power erupted.

Large patches of void shattered.

The power of the endless sea of souls

gathered in the hands of the Burial of the Evil King.

Having roamed the Demon Dao for so many years,

he had long understood one thing.

The more afraid you appeared, the easier it was for others to bully you.

Even at this moment,

the mysterious powerhouse in the white jade coffin brought him great pressure.

But the more so,

the more he had to take the initiative.

He wanted the other party to know that he was not easy to provoke, and even less easy to be manipulated.

If he wanted to do something extreme,

he would have to pay a price!

His eyes emitted a fierce light.

He suddenly leaped up.

Stepping through the Shattering Void,

he fiercely smashed his fist towards the giant puppet's knee!

Boom!

A loud noise, terrifying shockwaves spread out,

plowing through the surrounding space once again.

The brilliance on the giant puppet's body circulated, as if numerous formations automatically activated, completely devouring the power of this strike.

It directly withstood the Burial of the Evil King's punch.

Without any damage.

Not even leaving a trace.

The Burial of the Evil King's pupils contracted, his eyelids twitching.

The giant puppet lifted its leg.

Terrifying force came.

The Burial of the Evil King was directly sent flying, flipping over several times in mid-air.

In mid-air,

he suddenly caught sight of two axes appearing in the giant puppet's hands.

The axe in the left hand was engraved with the character "virtue."

The axe in the right hand was engraved with the character "reason."

Bullying others?

Nonsense!

Luo Binglan has always used virtue to convince people, reason to convince people!

In the instant he saw this scene,

the Burial of the Evil King's heart skipped a beat, instinctively sensing an unprecedented crisis.

He opened his arms.

Without reservation.

Endless ghost energy spread out from his body.

Behind.

A colossal demon god, the Law Manifestation, reaches the heavens and the earth.

A fierce and terrifying appearance.

Holding endless shackles, at the other end of the shackles, countless undead are being led.

At this moment.

The enormous Law Manifestation guards in front of the Burial Evil King.

Countless chains cover the void.

Forming a defense.

Countless undead transform into a sea of souls, forming another defense.

The Burial Evil King summons a pitch-black giant scythe from the void, which is placed horizontally in front of him.

The surface of the scythe is branded with intricate demonic patterns, emitting a chilling aura.

Seemingly capable of harvesting the souls of the living at will.

Slightly trembling.

Within a hundred miles around.

Countless flowers, plants, trees, birds, fish, and insects wither and perish, as if all their souls and lives have been drained away.

- Ghost King Sect's inheritance, the Saint Weapon, Soul Snatcher!

This was originally the Burial Evil King's last resort.

But now, he has used it all.

Only because of the increasingly intense sense of crisis in his heart.

A very strong intuition emerges in his mind.

If he doesn't go all out!

He's doomed!

...

Facing the Burial Evil King's full display of power.

Luo Binglan remains indifferent as usual.

Buzz!

The two axes cross and fiercely chop forward.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The axe's brilliance is revealed, invincible, wherever it passes.

The void is annihilated.

The countless ghost shadows directly turn into nothingness.

The Law Manifestation is instantly destroyed by the axe's brilliance, and the endless shackles turn into ashes.

Terrifying chains of order.

The boiling and rolling sea of undead.

All shattered and destroyed under this unparalleled brilliance.

Unstoppable momentum.

Decimating everything.

"Ah ah ah ah—"

Watching this scene.

The Burial Evil King's eyes are about to burst, his whole body burning with essence blood, his soul boiling, exerting all his strength to activate the Saint Weapon in his hand.

Wanting to withstand this earth-shattering strike.

Crack!

A faint sound.

Like the breaking of the Burial Evil King's heartstrings.

Causing the madness in his eyes to fade, replaced by endless fear and despair.

Crackling—

A series of shattering sounds.

Ghost King Sect's inherited Saint Weapon, Soul Snatcher, unexpectedly cannot withstand the might of Luo Binglan's axe, completely shattering.

Bang!

After breaking through the Ghost King Sect's Saint Weapon, the force of this axe is still not over.

Its residual power directly chops onto the Burial Evil King's body.

"Ah—"

The Burial Evil King's body is instantly cut in half at the waist.

Flying backward.

A strong aura of dao permeates the wound.

Even if he is a Saint, he cannot heal.

Instead, he is continuously corroded by this power, enduring unimaginable pain, rapidly losing his vitality, suffering unbearably.

Not only that.

The giant puppet in the void clenches its fist, and the shattered fragments of the Ghost King Sect's Saint Weapon are taken away and integrated into the jade coffin.

His Saint Weapon is completely gone!

...

"Damn... You forced me to this!"

The Burial Evil King's eyes are filled with resentment. With only half of his body left, he clasps his hands together.

The remaining mana inside his body surges madly.

The next moment.

A gust of wind howls within the blood sacrifice formation.

The demonic energy surges.

The terrifying power of the gathered essence blood and soul suddenly breaks through the sky, tearing through the void, soaring to the top of the clouds.

Heavenly Demon Grand Ritual.

It has been activated in advance!

...

The souls of several Astral Projection stage powerhouses within the blood sacrifice formation have not been completely refined.

Now that the Heavenly Demon Grand Ritual has begun, the effect will be greatly reduced.

The Burial Evil King is heartbroken, but he has no other choice.

He cannot tolerate that after planning for so long, he can only be a pawn for others!

This Blessed Land!

Must be his!

(End of this chapter)