Chapter 73

"Cluck, cluck, cluck, so the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect is interested in me?"

Several women in gauzy clothing descended from the sky, golden flowers scattering in all directions. A woman in a red gauze dress slowly landed, the golden bells gently jingling, and a fragrance permeated the air.

The cute and charming young girl, whose gauzy clothing could not conceal her beauty, wore undergarments that hugged her full figure, with a slender waist and plump hips. Her youthful face, though innocent, possessed a proud allure. Her revealing attire and captivating eyes, every movement exuded boundless charm.

The disciples of various sects secretly swallowed their saliva. This woman was truly too alluring, a mix of innocence and maturity. Especially the smooth, flat, and jade-like abdomen exposed outside her gauzy clothing, without a trace of excess fat, and her lustrous, sheep-fat jade-like feet, gently swaying in the air, emitting a glow like moonlight.

"Hmph, a demonic woman of the evil path..."

Yuxian Dao's Zhenxuan coldly snorted, her voice carrying a hint of a Daoist chant, like a sudden enlightenment, awakening the disciples of various sects who were lost in the girl's charm, all feeling ashamed.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

The young girl laughed lightly, waving her hand, and a large red gauze dress enveloped her body, revealing a slender and alluring figure. If Ning Wuxie were here, he would surely exclaim that this woman was none other than Jin Ling'er from Yixiang Garden at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, the famous Holy Maiden of the Huanhuan Sect!

Looking at Zhenxuan of Yuxian Dao, Jin Ling'er said in a soft voice, "We didn't come here tonight to fight, Zhenxuan, put away your killing intent!"

"First, we kill the old demon of Black Mountain, then we settle our grudges!"

The young man with a sickly appearance and a folding fan glanced at the major orthodox sects, "If the old demon of Black Mountain breaks through, it will be impossible for you to kill him with just your strength. Even with the imperial edict, the imperial authority has not yet been unified, and the imperial edict has only a slight power."

"Once the old demon of Black Mountain breaks through and opens the seal of the Demon Suppressing Mountain, a flood of demons will emerge, and the Nine Provinces will be plunged into chaos. Neither the orthodox path nor the demonic path will be safe. Even though we cause trouble in one area, we do not wish to relive the events of sixteen years ago."

A powerful member of the Baoyue Sect, dressed in dark Daoist robes, coldly explained to the suspicious disciples of the orthodox sects.

"How do we know if what you say is true? You demonic cultivators are cunning and deceitful," a disciple coldly shouted.

"Hmph, a mere junior dares to speak so boldly? Dan Yuansi, Yang Yuan, Zhenxuan, Fah Ming, Zhen Liao, Mr. Zhang, Ren Xiaoyao, do you want the Demon Suppressing Mountain to break its seal again? The mess from back then hasn't been cleaned up yet. Whether we cooperate or not is up to you, but let's attack first."

The young man with a sickly appearance and a folding fan, the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, coldly snorted and led his subordinates to charge at the demons descending from Black Mountain. The other evil and demonic cultivators also rushed out.

To explain the situation, the appearance of the demonic cultivators to the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect charging out took only a moment, and the demons from Black Mountain had already attacked.

"Regardless of whether they are truly cooperating, let's kill the old demon of Black Mountain first!" Yang Yuan said in a deep voice.

The other elders exchanged glances, and Master Zhen Liao of White Horse Temple clasped his hands, "Amitabha, to slay demons and eliminate evil."

"Those not of our kind must have different intentions, let's kill the old demon of Black Mountain first!"

In an instant, the cultivators of the Nine Provinces, both orthodox and evil, reached an agreement and charged towards Black Mountain together.

Ren Xiaoyao's sword light was like a bolt of lightning, causing demons to fall. His sword control was truly unpredictable, living up to his reputation as a sword immortal of Qingcheng.

Masters Zhen Liao and Fah Ming of Buddhism and Daoism emitted a pale golden Buddhist light, their appearance solemn, reciting scriptures that dispelled the demonic aura. Some low-level demons, upon hearing the scriptures, were enlightened and knelt in devout worship.

The Holy Maiden of the Huanhuan Sect, Jin Ling'er, had a charm that was unparalleled. Pink mist enveloped her, even the demons were dazed and confused, and she easily took their lives with a red silk ribbon.

The other sects also displayed their unique abilities, with various Daoist techniques and spells.

Qingcheng's sword light was sharp, Yuxian Sect's techniques were ethereal, Xuanxin Sect's righteousness was noble, Baoyue Sect's demonic aura was like a chain, and Heavenly Demon Sect's evil energy was overwhelming...

The demons from Black Mountain emitted a sky-high demonic aura, dancing wildly, each one fierce and cruel, with knives and swords taking lives like grass and demons' souls returning to the heavens.

After a fierce battle, the demons from Black Mountain were all slain, but the cultivators of the Daoist and demonic sects suffered heavy casualties. Dark auras gathered towards Black Mountain, even the auras of the battle, including the killing and slaughter, were absorbed by Black Mountain.

Above the sky, a dark thundercloud descended, covering the osmanthus tree at the peak of Black Mountain.

At this moment, the sounds of ghosts and spirits could be heard, the yin souls leaving the underworld, the yin aura was thick, and even the thunderclouds, which were a gathering of the righteous aura of heaven and earth, were affected, appearing much smaller than usual.

This thundercloud was not a disaster of cultivation, but a tribulation for the transformation of demons.

In ancient times, some demons, upon transforming, became powerful beings in the world, with boundless strength. In this immortal world, if the old demon of Black Mountain transformed and refined its body, it would become a Great Yuexian Immortal, similar to the level of the Monkey King who caused chaos in the heavens five hundred years ago, and could be called a demon king.

A heavy aura enveloped Black Mountain, and lightning sparks swirled around it. Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed through the heavens, and a bolt of lightning, as thick as a water bucket and resembling a dragon, instantly struck the osmanthus tree at the peak of Black Mountain.

The cultivators of various sects saw clearly that the body of the old demon of Black Mountain shimmered in the lightning, and a strand of lightning power scattered to the side, causing a thousand-pound rock to shatter with a loud boom.

"Hisss, what a terrifying tribulation!" Many disciples drew in their breath. Such lightning, if it struck them, would surely cause their souls to dissipate, leaving no chance of survival.

The faces of many demonic and evil cultivators turned pale. The lightning tribulation was their greatest weakness, containing a vast and pure yang energy.

The lightning was just the beginning, seemingly triggering the thunderclouds in the sky. Suddenly, countless bolts of lightning covered Black Mountain, transforming it into a hell of lightning. Nine Heavens' thunder roared, the earth shook, and the lightning and thunder continued without end.

The rocks on Black Mountain were shattered, and the hundred-meter-high mountain was split and collapsed, leaving only a black osmanthus tree, resembling a dragon, bathed in the lightning, floating and sinking, with mysterious light shining from its black leaves, resisting the tribulation.

Beneath the nine-meter-tall osmanthus tree, the roots were intertwined, and the old demon of Black Mountain, dressed in black robes, had a pale face, his aura reaching the Deity Transformation stage. The lightning power from the osmanthus tree struck him, and his solid body became somewhat illusory.

The old demon of Black Mountain was just the spirit of the osmanthus tree, and he feared lightning the most. If not for the protection of his body, he would have long turned to ashes.

After a period of time, the lightning gradually weakened. The yin aura in the world was too strong, and the righteous aura was weak, making it difficult for the thunderclouds to gather much power, and they were already showing signs of dispersing.

"The time has come, let's act!"

Zhang Daoyuan's eyes glowed, and a white and mighty aura suddenly rose from his body, spreading out and forming a white sun. The righteous aura of heaven and earth suddenly condensed, enveloping the entire Black Mountain range. The ghosts and spirits, caught in the mighty aura, were all vaporized to death.