85: Meet Wu Yinyao again?

However, no matter if Luo Mian used his divine sense to scan or his physical eyes to perceive, there was clearly no one in front of him.

This feeling was extremely strange.

"Alas! I must have been thinking about Brother Meng Yun just now, and that's why I had a hallucination!"

Luo Mian shook his head and sat down.

The Mahayana stage was like this.

When a thought arose, countless flowers bloomed and leaves fell.

Perhaps it was because he recalled Brother Meng Yun, Luo Mian's mood instantly became a bit low.

He died and it was over for him, but those who lived carried pain and regret, fighting in the Upper Realm for ten thousand years without rest.

Heaven knows how much blood and tears Wu Yinyao shed to become an Immortal Emperor!

In the Three Thousand Worlds, each world had a Heavenly Emperor.

Thus, there were three thousand of them.

Originally, every ten thousand years, the Three Thousand Worlds would activate the Ascension Ceremony.

It was called a ceremony, but it was merely putting Mahayana stage experts together to fight each other until a victor was determined.

Only the ultimate victor could become the sole and unique powerful being to ascend as an Immortal Emperor in that ten thousand-year period.

According to legend, an Immortal Emperor could command thousands of universes and stand alone through the ages.

With a single thought, reversing the river of time and resurrecting a deceased person was naturally not an issue.

But the Demon Seed, which appeared from an unknown source, left most worlds preoccupied with their own affairs, and the Ascension Ceremony had been delayed for a thousand years.

To accelerate the arrival of the Ascension Ceremony, Wu Yinyao, like a sweeping autumn wind, uprooted the Demon Seed in White Tiger Heaven, then turned her attention to other worlds where the Demon Seed had not yet been eradicated.

Xuanwu Heaven was merely one of the worlds they were campaigning in.

After continuous battles, even someone as strong as Luo Mian was already physically and mentally exhausted.

At this moment, he had just killed a Mahayana stage Demon Emperor and was preparing to slip away for a rest.

Outside, terrifying fluctuations, enough to make one's heart pound, occasionally emanated, indicating that Wu Yinyao was engaged in a life-and-death struggle with other Demon Emperors at the end of the void.

Even a trace of the aura leaking from the void into the present world was enough to instantly kill ordinary beings.

While Luo Mian was feeling down, a nearby kettle flew up into the air, automatically poured a bowl of tea, and pushed it in front of him.

"Thank you."

Luo Mian, without thinking, picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp.

After drinking, Luo Mian looked at the empty teacup in his hand and fell into deep thought.

No?

Is there someone here?

Is this a haunting?

How could a dignified Mahayana stage cultivator be afraid of ghosts!

Invisible airwaves swept through, and under such an aura, even someone in the Combination Realm could be crushed to dust by him.

But Meng Yun's current state was very strange.

He ignored all living beings and all attacks.

Aside from being able to touch inanimate objects, he was like someone using a wall-hack.

Luo Mian's domineering aura had no effect on him.

Meng Yun simply drew the Demon Subduing Sword to announce his arrival to Luo Mian.

Looking at the floating wooden longsword in front of him, Luo Mian's eyes first showed a hint of confusion, then his pupils sharply contracted!

This is...

This is??

Isn't this the sword Wu Yinyao kept in Meng Yun Pavilion!

How did it get here?

No, no, I have to hide it quickly.

If Wu Yinyao found out, would he still have a good outcome?

Thinking this, Luo Mian reached out to snatch Meng Yun's sword.

Meng Yun: ...

No, what's wrong with you? Did you exchange your brain for muscles?

Are you perhaps a big idiot?

Meng Yun simply activated his sword qi, and a cluster of golden light emitted from the sword body.

The light was not strong, but it was the limit of his current state.

Luo Mian was completely stunned.

No one understood the Demon Subduing Swordplay better than Meng Yun.

Not even he or Wu Yinyao.

Luo Mian stared blankly for a few seconds, then finally tentatively spoke: "Are you... Brother Meng Yun?"

Having cultivated for ten thousand years, he had a strong acceptance of various bizarre phenomena.

...

The soaring sword light pierced through the void, directly sending a Demon Emperor flying tens of thousands of miles away. Blood splattered all the way, and the energy contained in each drop was enough to instantly evaporate a planet.

This single strike cleared out a truly void area in the vast emptiness.

Wu Yinyao stood in red attire, holding her sword.

Although her aura and cultivation were immensely powerful, her face, as fair as frost and snow, remained unchanged from ten thousand years ago.

If there had been no Demon Seed.

Her husband, Meng Yun, would not have exhausted his life potential and fallen.

The Demon Seed must die!

Thinking this, sword light surged in her hand, preparing to deliver the final blow to this Demon Emperor.

Just then, two more Demon Emperors shattered the boundary between the void and the reality, arriving together.

Wu Yinyao's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

Wasn't one of the Demon Emperors fighting Luo Mian?

How did he get here?

Could it be that Luo Mian...!

Seemingly seeing through Wu Yinyao's thoughts, this Demon Emperor chuckled, his monstrous crimson aura almost engulfing the entire void:

"Hehe.

It's merely a technique of feigned death..."

The implication was that Luo Mian had "killed" him, but clearly, this killing was not thorough.

"Wu Yinyao, you are the blood sacrifice personally chosen by Lord Demon God. As long as I devour you, recreating a complete divine personality will be effortless. Why don't you surrender!"

"Cough, you guys... are really late..."

The Demon Emperor who had been sent flying by Wu Yinyao earlier flashed back. He clutched his chest, his aura weak but his posture arrogant:

"One Demon Emperor can't deal with you, two Demon Emperors you can go back and forth with, so, what about three?"

As his words fell, the three Demon Emperors formed a pincer movement, attacking Wu Yinyao.

The galaxy trembled, and the void shattered.

...

"Come, come, drink this divine wine!"

Luo Mian took out his treasured immortal brew from his spatial ring and, seeing no one around, quietly poured two cups.

One for himself.

One for this old friend in his hidden state.

Although drinking was strictly forbidden in the army.

But he had just returned victorious, and Wu Yinyao wasn't here, so what was wrong with having a drink with his brother!

"Good wine..."

Meng Yun picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

The powerful and pure energy was boundless, even solidifying his spirit considerably.

Luo Mian looked at the empty wine glass, his joy even greater.

After becoming a ghost, it seems Brother Meng Yun's alcohol tolerance has improved!

He made to drink it all himself, when a familiar fluctuation suddenly spread out.

This aura was precisely the aura of the Demon Emperor he had just killed.

Luo Mian frowned and put down his wine glass:

"Demon Emperor Tuo isn't dead?

No good, Wu Yinyao is in danger!"

Almost without thinking, he grabbed the fallen star silver spear beside him, and his entire being instantly vanished from the spot.

The next second, his figure reappeared:

"Brother, aren't you going to save your wife?"

Meng Yun did not answer.

But the Demon Subduing Sword held level in his hand already showed his determination.

"Come on, you and I, brothers, will go to battle together!"

Luo Mian grabbed the Demon Subduing Sword, and with a flash of his figure, he brought Meng Yun along, shattering the void and departing.

He was never afraid of death.

He believed that the deceased Meng Yun was probably not afraid of death either.

The Demon Subduing Swordplay lit up, its faint glow appearing so insignificant in the vast void.

Luo Mian could feel that this low-level attack was already Meng Yun's limit.

But it didn't matter.

Having this pure and authentic source power of the Demon Subduing Swordplay was enough.

Meng Yun only needed to make his move.

The rest would be left to him, the Great Emperor.

Luo Mian placed his hand over Meng Yun's invisible palm, and the two held one sword together.

Under Luo Mian's infusion of spiritual power, the golden sword light, originally only an inch long, suddenly surged tens of thousands of miles.

One sword, the universe falls.

One sword, the galaxy shatters.

This sword slashed fiercely towards the heads of the three Demon Emperors.

There was no escaping.

Even if they shattered countless voids and leaped into another dimension, the sword light followed like a shadow.

Chh.

Chh.

Chh.

Just like spring snow meeting the scorching sun.

Three great heads were thus neatly severed, and the Demon Emperor's Dharma Idol, which had originally covered the sky and sun, almost bursting a starfield, also collapsed with a roar.

Meng Yun, as he wished, saw the woman in red attire at the center.

Just as she was when they parted ways that year.

With a feeling in her heart, Wu Yinyao turned back in surprise.

She flew towards him, clouds paving her way, and a sky full of glowing light behind her.

Luo Mian appropriately retreated to the side.

Wu Yinyao opened her arms and gently embraced the direction where Meng Yun was.

But she only embraced a wisp of clear breeze.

The Demon Subduing Sword, losing its grip, gently fell into the Empress's hand.

It still retained Meng Yun's scent.

Even though his physical body had long since died, did he still appear when she was deeply surrounded, just like that year?

...

In his room in Newt City, Meng Yun opened his eyes.

All his aura had been retracted into himself, making it impossible for anyone to tell.

He had already advanced to Fallen God Master.

He looked at the crimson eyeball, almost directly in front of him, obscuring the entire sky, and with a flash, arrived at the horizon.

There, the slender figure of a young girl was bathed in golden light, confronting the Demon Seed from afar.

To the death.