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Zhao Ling'er sighed inwardly, but continued to form hand seals, mobilizing all her inner energy to prepare for another attempt.

Thump!

A purple divine light flashed before Zhao Ling'er's eyes, easily crushing the five-colored arrow feathers. A deep, resonant voice sounded behind Zhao Ling'er: "It really looks like her, but unfortunately you are not her!"

The voice was deep and weathered, filled with the sorrow of a lifetime. A middle-aged man with red hair and black clothes, and demonic patterns on his neck, stepped out of the void. He took a hundred feet in one step, as if the space itself had shrunk to a tiny size.

"Thank you so much for saving me, senior!"

Zhao Ling'er took a few steps back, clasped her hands in thanks, and looked at the red-haired middle-aged man in front of her. Although he hadn't shown his strength, she could still feel the vast and boundless magic power within him.

"My name is Chonglou. I know your grandmother, so don't worry, I won't harm you!"

Chonglou forced a smile, but it was unusually stiff, and the sadness in his eyes was hard to hide. Seeing Zhao Ling'er's slightly wary look, he shook his head and didn't take it to heart. After all, he had feelings for Zixuan, and he only had a sense of remembrance for her descendants. He didn't want to pay too much attention to them.

Chonglou looked up, his purple eyes piercing through layers of space to see deep within the Demon-Sealing Tower, where he saw the mysterious figure controlling the black energy before the Seven-Star Dragon Pillar. His gaze was complex, and he spoke in a voice only he could hear: "Fate is truly a wondrous thing. I didn't expect you to return! But what's the point? That matter was just speculation; if it's not true, you'll only expose your whereabouts! Lord of the Demon Realm, what a laughable title..."

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Chapter 263: Identity Emerges

Before the Seven Star Dragon Pillar, the mysterious man slowly walked forward, gripping a sinister longsword tightly in his hand. He arrived in front of the tall pillar, and just as he was about to swing the sword down, a whooshing sound came from behind him.

The mysterious figure vanished in a flash, leaving a large crater where he had stood. A giant hand slowly retracted, and a ferocious, bearded giant with three heads and six arms floated cross-legged in the void, looking at the mysterious figure not far away and scolding, "You lowly demon, this is not a place for you!"

"Lowly, heh heh, you're nothing but a mortal who stole immortal power to become an immortal, and even willingly became a dog kept by the gods, becoming this strange creature that is neither god nor immortal, yet you still act all loyal. If your master saw you like this, he might even give you a few bones to taste!"

The mysterious man mocked him without any politeness, which angered the three heads of the Prison King, causing him to glare and wave his six arms wildly. Although he was a dog raised by the gods, he had stolen the immortal power of the aloof immortal and had been rewarded with power by the gods, so his power was by no means weak.

Six arms, imbued with immense divine power, sealed off the space surrounding the mysterious man and slammed down upon him.

The mysterious man brandished his longsword, unleashing several sword beams that repelled the six large hands. After a flash, he appeared before the Prison King, his black energy condensing into a long saber that stabbed down fiercely.

bite!

The sound of metal clashing filled the air. As the mysterious man watched the black mist being blocked and prepared to retreat, he was met with the six fierce, bell-sized eyes of the Prison King. His three large mouths burst into laughter at the same time, the sound deafening!

Hahaha!

The three pairs of arms respectively blocked the upper, middle and lower spaces. The upper arms were blocked, but the middle group of arms opened and closed, and the airflow within them moved with the true energy, creating a powerful tearing force.

"not good!"

The mysterious figure was shrouded in black mist, which then dissipated. However, the head of the Prison Suppressing King in the middle curled into a cold smile, and the arm below waved, condensing immortal energy into a cage to suppress the black mist.

Thump!

Two large hands pinned him down, while the rest of the arms pressed down together, constantly trying to squeeze him into a lump of minced meat.

"The Demon Sword!"

With a low shout, the demonic sword in the mysterious man's hand, radiating purple light, flew up with a roar. Several evil sword energies condensed and merged into one, and a phantom image appeared behind him, severing the arm of the Prison King.

Tick-tock!

The King of Hell retreated, his six hands slashed open with huge wounds, blood gushing out and dripping onto the ground. His eyes were filled with rage as he roared, "You lowly thing, how dare you defy the gods! I will kill you!"

The mysterious figure, wielding a demonic sword, retreated dozens of meters, unleashing several bursts of sword energy. Black energy condensed, amplifying the demonic sword, and his face gradually became clear. He was a woman in a black dress with long hair, her face cold and beautiful, like an ancient, unyielding iceberg, with countless sorrows frozen in her eyes.

"I never expected it to be you..."

Just as the Demon King of Hell was about to speak, the woman in the black dress, wielding a demonic sword, unleashed boundless ghostly power, transforming into a beam of sword light that swept past and severed one of the Demon King of Hell's heads, which rolled to the ground.

"Aaaaaah!"

The King of Hell roared in pain, his body swaying as he staggered backward, but the woman in the black dress did not stop. Black energy poured into the demonic sword continuously, shooting out arrows like arrows!

Whoosh whoosh!

The demonic sword seemed to pierce through space. The King of Hell was greatly alarmed. He focused his mind and cleared away all distracting thoughts. Just as he was about to resist, a red-haired figure appeared in the void, looking down at him like an emperor overlooking all things!

snort!

A cold snort, like a demonic sound, echoed in the ears of the Prison King, severely injuring his body and causing his condensed immortal power to dissipate. He could only watch helplessly as the demonic sword pierced through his heart.

"Heh... Heh heh, Long Kui, you lowly thing, how dare you defy the God Realm! You've already seen your brother's fate, and you will definitely be punished. I'll be waiting for you in the Nine Netherworlds, ahhh!"

The soul of the Prison King was torn apart by the demonic sword and swallowed into it. Long Kui's face was pale and filled with hatred.

Longkui sheathed her demonic sword and walked towards the Seven Star Dragon Pillar, muttering to herself, "You treacherous dogs of the divine realm, I don't believe you can remain high above forever. You vile woman, Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, one day I will slay you with my sword! Brother..."

Longkui closed her beautiful eyes slightly and raised the demonic sword to swing it down.

bite!

The two swords clashed, sending countless sparks flying. The Sword Saint stood before the Seven Star Dragon Pillar, sword in hand, facing Long Kui.

"Get out of the way!"

Long Kui's expression grew colder, and she pressed down slightly with her demonic sword, but it was deflected by the Sword Saint. Although the Sword Saint had only recently become an immortal, he had a solid foundation. In addition, he had attained immortality through enlightenment, and his strength was no less than that of the Prison King who had stolen the power of immortals to become an immortal!

Whoosh whoosh!

An arrow pierced the air. Long Kui understood immediately and quickly retreated, deflecting the arrow with her magic sword. She stared coldly at Xu Le, who was walking towards her with a bow in the distance.

"Who are you?"

Longkui looked puzzled. She had no recollection of Xu Le. She had lived for thousands of years, but had never heard of the person in front of her. It was as if he had appeared out of thin air!

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