frightfiction Chapter 121 The Demonic War of the Abyss Disrupts with the Sound of Flutes, the Infant Spirit Awaits
Chapter 121 The Demonic War of the Abyss Disrupts with the Sound of Flutes, the Infant Spirit Awaits
Just as the Flood Dragon King was about to deliver the fatal blow to those Nascent Soul experts, a melodious flute tune suddenly drifted from afar.
The flute music was like celestial music falling from the heavens, ethereal and mysterious. Wherever its sound waves reached, the space rippled, as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake. The fierce battlefield seemed to have been paused.
The Dragon King frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. He forcibly stopped himself and turned to look in the direction from which the flute music came. There he saw an old man dressed in white, riding on auspicious clouds, slowly approaching. The old man's face was serene, but the aura he exuded was profound and unfathomable, making him difficult to understand.
"You old beast, you're still alive?" The Dragon King looked at the newcomer warily, his voice tinged with suspicion.
The white-robed elder ignored the Dragon King's questioning and simply played his flute softly. The flute music seemed to possess a special magic, gradually calming the members of the Hua Kingdom's Cultivation Alliance from their panic. They all looked at the elder, their eyes filled with awe.
"Perfect timing! Perfect for settling both old and new scores."
The Demon Ape King brandished his iron club and let out a long howl, attempting to dispel the flute music. However, his roar sounded weak and powerless under the influence of the flute music.
The old man in white then slightly raised his eyes, glanced at the five demon kings, and slowly spoke.
"I did not want to get involved in worldly conflicts, but you were too ruthless. If I hadn't made a move, several of my Nascent Soul experts would have been dead. Now that the situation is settled, I advise the five of you to hand over the Chosen One and the Spirit of Plants."
"Hmph, they may not know who you are, but we know them perfectly well. Stop pretending to be a saint. Old dog, you've come at the right time. Today is the perfect day to avenge my dead brothers!"
The Tiger King roared angrily, its golden fur standing on end, radiating a powerful aura that made the surrounding air heavy.
Lingxu Sanren shook his head slightly and sighed.
"If you insist on continuing, I will have no choice but to use force."
The flute in his hand shone brightly, and the flute music instantly turned into a passionate and high-pitched sound. Waves of sound, like tangible blades, swept towards the three demon kings.
Knowing that a fierce battle was unavoidable, the Dragon King roared.
"Brothers, let's work together to get rid of that old dog!"
He was the first to unleash his ultimate skill, transforming into a giant dragon.
Its scales shimmered with a ghostly blue light, each one like a sturdy shield, reflecting a cold glint in the sunlight. It charged towards Lingxu Sanren with bared fangs and claws, its massive body squeezing the space around it, causing it to creak and groan as if fragile glass were about to shatter.
The giant tail swept across, colliding with the sonic waves. The void instantly twisted and deformed, forming a huge black vortex. The surrounding spiritual energy was frantically drawn into it, triggering a spiritual energy storm. Fine cracks began to appear in the space at the center of the storm, spreading out like a spider web.
The Demon Ape King's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he used the Heaven and Earth Transformation Technique, causing his body to suddenly swell and transform into a gigantic ape that blotted out the sky in the blink of an eye.
Its body hair stood on end like steel needles, each hair seemingly infused with powerful spiritual energy, shimmering with a metallic luster under the sunlight.
The iron rod that was originally held tightly in its hand now grew larger as its body changed, with golden light flowing over it. With its thick arm swinging powerfully, it brought up gusts of howling wind.
With each swing of the staff, golden light poured forth and collided fiercely with the sonic blades, exploding into blinding flashes of light at the point of impact. The sonic blades were shattered, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air.
The Tiger King was not to be outdone. Its spiritual power surged wildly, and its form rapidly transformed into a majestic and enormous tiger.
It was tens of feet long, its body covered in shimmering golden fur, as if bathed in golden sunlight, and its tiger eyes were like cold stars, exuding endless ferocity and majesty.
It treads on the air with its four claws, its massive body moving like a mountain. With each step it takes, the void seems unable to bear the weight, rippling outwards. Where the ripples spread, tiny cracks appear in the space.
Its forepaws suddenly slashed through the void, and at the tip of its claws, space shattered instantly, turning into a pitch-black spatial rift that frantically sucked in the surrounding spiritual energy.
Using the force of that grab, its entire body shot out like an arrow, carrying immense power, and pounced towards Lingxu Sanren.
It opened its blood-red maw, revealing its incredibly sharp fangs, which were over ten feet long. The breath it exhaled was like a tangible golden storm, sweeping towards Lingxu Sanren.
The golden storm instantly dispersed the clouds within a hundred miles, turning them into nothingness. The mountains below began to collapse under the impact of this powerful force, boulders shattered, and dust billowed into the sky, as if the end of the world had arrived.
The strength of Lingxu Sanren far exceeded their expectations. The flute-sounding blades flowed continuously and grew stronger, and the three demon kings gradually found themselves unable to withstand them.
At this moment, the two demon kings who had been guarding the entrance to the Netherworld Abyss saw their brothers in trouble and, disregarding the fact that the defensive formation was left unattended, resolutely joined the battle.
Their arrival made the battlefield situation even more chaotic and intense.
Only by cooperating with each other could the five demon kings barely manage to fight Lingxu Sanren to a draw.
With the two demon kings no longer guarding the entrance to the Netherworld Abyss, the previously suppressed members of the Hua Kingdom Cultivation Alliance seized the opportunity and headed directly towards the entrance.
Numerous Nascent Soul cultivators surged towards the entrance of the Netherworld Abyss like a tidal wave, their eyes gleaming with greed. These cultivators employed various methods; some rode magical treasures, transforming into streaks of light and rushing into the abyss first; others used spells to conceal their forms, cautiously advancing stealthily, attempting to catch their target off guard.
Upon entering the Netherworld Abyss, they were immediately enveloped by its dense aura of darkness. The spiritual energy fluctuations within the abyss were extremely chaotic, as if concealing countless unknown dangers.
Faced with the immense allure of the spirits of plants and trees, they had long since cast aside their fears.
A cultivator at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm held a sword that emitted a faint glow in his hand. Runes flickered on the blade, clearly indicating that it was a powerful magic weapon.
He moved nimbly through the abyss, using the spiritual power of his sword to search for the possible locations of plant spirits.
Suddenly, a strange mist appeared ahead, with faint light flickering within it. Overjoyed, he thought he had found his target and rushed in.
As soon as he stepped into the spiritual mist, he felt a powerful suction force. He struggled in terror, only to find that his body was gradually being eroded by the spiritual mist, and the light of his magic weapon was also rapidly dimming. He let out a desperate scream and finally disappeared into the spiritual mist.
Several Nascent Soul cultivators formed a small team, working together. One person cast a defensive spell in front, creating a shield of light; another person was in the middle, responsible for detecting spiritual energy fluctuations; and the rest of them were watching their surroundings vigilantly from behind.
When they reached a fork in the road, the cultivator in the middle who was in charge of scouting suddenly changed his expression and shouted, "Not good! There is a powerful restriction here!"
Before the words were finished, an impatient cultivator accidentally triggered the restriction. In an instant, bolts of lightning shot out from the wall, enveloping them.
Amidst flashes of lightning, their bodies convulsed from the electric shocks, their defensive light shields shattered instantly, and the team members were injured one after another, retreating in a sorry state.
At this moment, in the void blood pool of the Netherworld Abyss, Han Yi's sky was shrouded in a strange light.
The transformation of the golden core within his body had reached its final crucial moment. His body was surrounded by raging flames, and the powerful energy within the flames surged left and right. His humanoid figure emitted a dazzling light, about to break free from its cocoon.