EBE Chapter 213 Immortals and Demons Cannot Coexist
Chapter 213 Immortals and Demons Cannot Coexist
Wu Ming and Li Tianwang were fighting to a standstill. Wu Ming stretched out his hands and several streams of demonic energy rushed towards Li Tianwang.
Li Tianwang was calm and composed, and smiled contemptuously:
"A mere ant dares to challenge an immortal. You really don't know how to live or die!"
With a wave of his hand, a hurricane blew away the evil spirit. With a throw of his hand, the pagoda in his hand soared into the air and flew above Wu Ming, spinning.
Wu Ming looked at the pagoda calmly and said sarcastically:
"Old Li, you don't want this tower anymore, right? How dare you use it with me?"
Li Tianwang sneered:
"Then you can try it!"
A golden light shot out from the bottom of the tower, enveloping Wu Ming. Wu Ming felt as if he was being pressed down by a mountain, unable to move.
Wu Ming struggled for a moment and laughed heartily:
"You really haven't made any progress. Will the Immortal Trapping Spell work on me?"
Wu Ming struggled hard, and the pressure was relieved. He raised his hand and swung it, and a pitch-black gold cone shot straight at the pagoda.
Li Tianwang's face changed drastically:
"The God-Meteorite Cone! You actually have this thing in your hands!"
Li Tianwang did not dare to be careless. He quickly took back the pagoda and looked at the Meteorite Cone with horror!
Wu Ming sneered:
"You have good eyesight and you even recognized my Meteoric Cone! Then look at what this is?"
Wu Ming retracted the Meteorite Cone, clenched his hands, and a black gas instantly rose from his hands. The black gas quickly condensed and formed into a stick shape in the blink of an eye. When the black gas dissipated, Wu Ming suddenly had a spear in his hand!
The spear was dark in color, flashing with cold light, and the tip of the spear was as sharp as a dragon's tongue.
Wu Ming gripped the spear tightly, as if the spear was connected to his blood, and every vibration was in tune with his thoughts.
He suddenly swung his gun, bringing up an extremely sharp gust of wind. The tip of the gun cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and pointed directly at Li Tianwang.
The shadow of the gun was like a dragon, tumbling and dancing in the air. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be torn apart by it, leaving behind dark cracks that were very frightening.
Upon seeing this, Li Tianwang's pupils suddenly shrank and he retreated violently. The previous contempt was gone from his face, replaced by solemnity and fear.
"God-killing gun!"
Not only Li Tianwang, but all the immortals on the clouds also had a drastic change of expression!
This God-killing Spear was created when the chaotic energy between heaven and earth gave birth to a Chaos Green Lotus at the beginning of the universe. The Demon Ancestor Luohou used the roots of the Chaos Green Lotus to create this supreme demon weapon.
The God-Slaying Spear contains infinite murderous aura, and is even stronger than the Immortal-Slaying Sword. Only a saint of heaven like Patriarch Hongjun can face it head-on.
Suddenly a loud shout was heard:
"Everyone, attack together. Don't let the devil escape!"
In an instant, dark clouds pressed towards Wu Ming. Wu Ming sneered and raised his arms and shouted:
"Demon soldiers, come out!"
As soon as the words fell, the earth trembled, and the flat ground cracked into pieces, revealing huge black holes.
From the black hole, there were sounds of orderly footsteps, and dense groups of demon soldiers and generals holding swords and spears walked out of the black hole in neat square formations.
Wu Ming shouted:
"kill!"
The demons shouted in unison:
"kill!"
The shouts shook the earth and resounded through the sky!
Countless divine generals in white robes rushed out from the clouds, each holding a long sword, and rushed down towards the demon general.
In the clouds, the white-robed general fell like a meteor, and the sword light weaved through the sky.
Their eyes were firm and cold, and as they swung their swords, they created silver sword curtains that were as dazzling as a pouring galaxy.
The demon soldiers and generals were not willing to be outdone. They formed a black mass, the sound of swords clashing was deafening, and blood splattered everywhere.
The two forces intertwined and collided in the air, forming a tragic and magnificent battle picture.
The sword shadows of the gods and the knife lights of the demons intertwined in the air, as if they were going to tear the world apart. Every sword light and every roar was filled with endless murderous intent and determination.
Suddenly, a young general in white robe appeared in the air, holding a purple gold mace. He was extremely fast and leaped like a meteor, charging left and right at the crowd of black-clothed demon generals. In a moment, countless demon generals were killed by him.
Wu Ming's pupils shrank as he stared at the white shadow. He tightened the God-killing Spear in his hand and rushed towards the white light.
Wu Ming suddenly jumped up like a cheetah in the dark night, and the God-killing Spear cut through the sky, bringing with it a heart-pounding cold light, pointing directly at the young general in white robe.
The young general in white robe had a light figure, and his purple-gold mace drew brilliant tracks in the air, and every confrontation with the demon soldiers produced dazzling sparks.
Wu Ming's spear shadow was like a dragon, colliding violently with the white-robed young general's mace shadow in the air, making a deafening roar.
The two figures quickly crossed each other in the air, like two streams of light. Wherever they passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind dark cracks. The intensity of the battle was jaw-dropping.
Wu Ming was surrounded by demonic energy, and each strand of demonic energy was like a sharp sword, always looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the young general in white robe.
Under the harassment of the evil spirit, the white-robed general did not dare to be careless at all. He looked extremely nervous. He had to resist Wu Ming's God-killing Spear and be on guard against the evil spirit's sneak attack at any time. He was in a panic and was at a disadvantage!
At this time, in the dark clouds, a man with white hair and a youthful face was watching with squinted eyes, paying attention to this fierce battle, and a steel ring in his hand was already ready to move.
The old man's eyes suddenly became stern, and he quickly threw the steel ring in his hand:
"go with!"
The steel ring instantly slipped out of his hand, leaving a streak of light in the air as it flew towards Wu Ming.
Wu Ming was so focused on fighting the white-robed general that he didn't notice the danger behind him at all.
"Bang!" The steel ring hit Wu Ming's back. Wu Ming staggered, a stream of blood shot out of his mouth, and he fell straight to the ground.
Seeing the situation, the white-robed general lowered his purple-gold mace and quickly chased after Wu Ming, vowing to deal a fatal blow!
The demon generals saw the Demon Lord being attacked and gnashed their teeth in anger:
"Shameless old man, how dare you sneak attack the Lord! Kill!"
Countless demon generals shot towards the white-robed general, trying to save Wu Ming.
The old man with white hair and youthful face retracted the steel ring and sneered:
"All's fair in war! Who can you blame if you're not as skilled as the other person? Hahahaha!"
The immortals in the clouds laughed loudly. In their eyes, Wu Ming was doomed to die!
Li Tianwang threw out the pagoda, and a golden light enveloped Wu Ming.
The demon generals were shocked that this group of seemingly righteous immortals were so despicable and shameless, using sneak attacks and group fights to the extreme!
Unfortunately, they were out of reach and unable to save the Lord!
Li Tianwang smiled sinisterly and said:
"Demons are demons. There's no need to be fair to the demons. Since ancient times, immortals and demons cannot coexist! Everyone, join me in exorcising demons and killing all the evil spirits!"
The generals raised their arms and shouted:
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Boom!"
The pagoda crashed heavily to the ground, pressing Wu Ming underneath it and stirring up a cloud of dust. The tower itself shone with golden light, as if it could suppress all evil spirits.
Li Tianwang stood on the clouds, with his hands on his hips, and laughed triumphantly. His laughter echoed in the air like thunder, shaking the clouds around him.
His face was full of ferocity and satisfaction, his eyes narrowed into slits, and a cruel arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen the scene of the demon clan's destruction.
Although Wu Ming, who was under the tower, was trapped by heavy pressure, his eyes were still like torches, flashing with an unyielding light. Demonic energy was surging around him, as if he was brewing a final counterattack.