Wang Xuan's Daughter

The expressions of the people nearby changed. In a short while, several demon experts died. Hei Lie and Silver Bat, in particular, were quite famous, but they were harvested like wheat by a sickle.

At this moment, the demons' eyes turned red. Tonight was too tragic. Why did this happen? Mortals were massacring them in various places, and now they had even lost to a human in the battle of the extraordinary.

"At the end of the myth, the world was turned upside down, order collapsed, the blood of Demon Immortals and immortals flowed, and mortals were killing demons..." Some demons felt a chill down their spines, followed by boundless anger and resentment, absolutely unwilling to accept it.

Overall, their past experiences of devouring mortals and the frequent massacres of cities by powerful demons are too deeply ingrained in their minds, making it difficult for them to let go of their sense of superiority and maintain a proper attitude.

Now that they've returned, they still want to recreate their past "glory" and rule over everything, but the land has already changed!

"Thump!"

Amazing beams of light shot down from the sky, striking this place and instantly obliterating some demons. Warships hovered overhead, able to precisely lock onto demons lingering outside the battlefield.

Blood Peng's eyes were icy cold. His body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a blood-red roc. He spread his wings and soared into the sky, intending to destroy the small warship.

During this process, his Blood Shadow kept teleporting, creating terrifying sonic booms, and he kept changing his position erratically, fearing that he would be locked onto by the warship.

Xiushan Chongxiao, riding a crimson kasaya inlaid with gold thread, like a red cloud, caught up with Blood Peng and intercepted him.

An aerial battle ensued, with both sides exuding a surge of Buddhist light and demonic energy. Various unusual phenomena appeared in the night sky, including magnificent temples and soaring roc-like creatures.

The ground battles became even more intense, a fight to the death, with Buddhist masters clashing with demons, and Wang Xuan and Old Chen also fighting their way in and out.

"That was exhilarating!" Chen Yongjie, with his short hair and dazzling aura, wielded a black longsword and wreaked havoc here. After breaking through his cultivation level, he was no longer afraid of any flesh-and-blood demons.

He circulated the Shakyamuni Sutra, Black Sword in his hand shot out a sword light that shot into the sky, beheading a demon whose true form was a giant hedgehog with a "whoosh".

Chen Yongjie was splattered with demon blood, but he didn't care at all. He picked up his greatsword and searched for a target again.

The next moment, he faced a powerful demon warrior with exceptional defense. The opponent revealed his true form: a demonic tortoise. Runes were faintly visible on its pale golden shell. When he struck it with his palm and fingers, it clanged and produced a metallic tremor.

But when Chen Yongjie unleashed boundless Buddhist light, the Black Sword in his hand, possessing divine power, fell with a whoosh, slicing open the tortoise shell and killing this extremely powerful demon.

In this battle, the original demons suffered heavy losses. Throughout the night, corpses continued to fall, most of them being flesh-and-blood demons, rising stars.

Wang Xuan moved in and out of the battlefield with ease, occasionally slaying demons. He did not go to the high sky to participate in the encirclement and suppression of Blood Peng. It was better for Xiushan to handle whether this demon leader was dead or alive.

The so-called slaying of demons across the land naturally requires the efforts of all parties, and everyone should make their contribution.

A dark cloud appeared in mid-air, containing crimson lightning and the Blood Shadow of demons. This was Wang Xuan testing his demonic magic to see if he could perform it.

He pointed forward, and demonic lightning descended from the dark clouds, carrying blood mist and phantom images of Demonic Creatures and Monsters, striking towards the several demon experts in front of him.

During his time as New Star, he acquired an abundance of scriptures. He devoured Old Zhong's study, as well as various secret texts from other schools. Now, he can effortlessly wield these, and even a casual strike is a technique of considerable origin.

"This is outrageous!" A powerful demon was enraged. A human was actually using their magic; this was not only a provocation but also contempt.

"When cast by a human, its power is indeed not very impressive." Wang Xuan shook his head. This time, he used a Daoist extraordinary technique, a very powerful spell.

At his fingertips, streaks of silver light flew out, intertwining to form a large net that covered and trapped the four attacking demons.

This is the Demon Refining Network. If a transcendent formula of level six or above can be constructed, it should be able to refine and kill a true Demon Immortals immortal who has ascended to immortality.

Now, Wang Xuan naturally couldn't use that level of magic. With the aid of his Spiritual Heavenly Eye, he outlined a large silver net, pulled it in with great force, and the four demons screamed in agony.

Within the Demon Refining Net, silver flames surged, binding them tightly, cutting them with the energy net ropes, and finally burning their bodies and spirits to ashes in the flames.

In an instant, the four demons died, which the demon race could not bear. They were determined to take revenge and attacked in groups, but their numbers were no longer the advantage and were dwindling.

Moreover, Buddhist forces continued to arrive to provide reinforcements. However, some of the demon clan's strongholds were massacred, and they were unable to receive any reinforcements.

"Retreat!" Even though Blood Peng was unwilling, he had no choice but to shout from high in the sky. If they didn't leave now, everyone in their camp would die.

Xiushan shook his cassock, and crimson clouds filled the sky, almost freezing the void and causing Blood Peng's body to stiffen. Xiushan struck with his demon -Dharma-Subduing Pestle, causing Blood Peng's body to tremble violently, bursting with demonic light, its feathers falling, and blood splattering down.

Blood Peng went berserk, fighting Xiushan, and sped away.

Wang Xuan did not follow, but instead began to hunt down other demons. The night was filled with bloodshed and restlessness.

In fact, the situation remained the same during the day, with all sides still working to eliminate the remaining demons, including Daoist school figures like Wang Hai.

From late at night to dawn, and then to afternoon, eerie lights would occasionally streak across the sky in various places, indicating that someone was chasing them.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Xuan and Old Chen searched for demon bones, splitting up and traveling to various places.

The beings that came from behind the Great Curtain were all somewhat shocked; this was something they had never experienced before.

The remaining demons found it hardest to accept. Just yesterday, everything was going smoothly for them. They were traveling around, preparing to possess Seize Bodies, and overthrow some financial tycoons. But overnight, everything changed completely, and the situation took a sharp turn for the worse!

On the secret network, all the major organizations were shocked and excited. They were able to see firsthand, detailed audio and video materials, and their hearts were trembling.

"Is that Wang Xuan? He's killing Demon Immortals!"

Major platforms quickly reported on it, causing ordinary people to tremble, followed by heated discussions and a great uproar.

Wang Xuan chased after demons and monsters, only to find himself once again in the familiar westernmost city— Yuan City, adjacent to the Cloud Mist Plateau.

This place left a deep impression on him. There was a large river that flowed through Yuan City. During the special migration season, schools of starfish would swim upstream and float into the air at night, creating a spectacular sight.

He sighed softly, thinking of some people, that small figure... so pitiful, ultimately unable to wait for him to bring the "slow medicine" back from the secret place.

"Life isn't always perfect; there are always regrets that leave us feeling helpless." He shook his head.

As the sun set, he arrived outside the city and stood on the Zhou River, where the mighty river flowed eastward.

Suddenly, Wang Xuan sensed something and looked back. Several old and dilapidated robots were walking towards him from the direction of the Cloud Mist Plateau, but their steps were steady and their rhythm remained unchanged.

His intuition told him that these robots were unusual and dangerous.

Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow, realizing something, and immediately looked at the photo of the Old Spaceship from deep space that Zhao Zejun had sent him on his phone.

There are several robots in that photo that look very similar to the ones in front of us; they must be from the same batch!

He actually ran into them. Wang Xuan remained calm. These robots were somewhat similar to the Mech Number Five from the Sun family. What era were they from?

The Sun family's mothership and Mech Number Five were dug out from the moon, outside the Old Earth!

The few robots not far away have a strong style of that period. Could they also be "antiques" from many eras ago?

The robots were observing him, standing at a distance and not moving.

Wang Xuan knew very well that they were no longer cold machines, but rather some kind of special metallic life form!

Because he could truly sense a strange spiritual light within the other person's head!

These special metallic lifeforms possess various advanced technologies and superhuman abilities, making them likely difficult to deal with. The other party must have detected his anomaly.

Wang Xuan was not afraid. If a conflict were to break out, it was uncertain who would kill whom. He believed he had the means to maintain balance.

However, he did not sense any hostility.

Wang Xuan calmly looked at the Zhou River and walked towards Yuan City before sunset, not wanting to get too close to these mechanical metal lifeforms.

After he entered the city, the other party followed him from a distance.

As Wang Xuan strolled through the city, he inevitably wandered into a familiar area—the neighborhood where he had once lived.

Suddenly, he froze, then his heart skipped a beat, and he was incredulous.

Ahead, there was a small figure. I saw her again, Lele, the little girl with a tragic fate. She... was still alive.

Wang Xuan was shocked; it was far beyond his expectations. The little girl hadn't died. He really wanted to go over and find out what was going on.

But he had to hold back, because several robots followed him and were not far away.

Wang Xuan himself is fearless, but it would be bad if that small figure were to be affected.

Months passed, and the little girl appeared increasingly frail and thin. Her eyes were red, and her face was filled with sorrow.

Months ago, although she was suffering from the Five Decays of Heaven and Man Disease and could die at any time, she remained optimistic and always smiled. Even when she was in great pain and tears welled up in her eyes, she comforted her mother, wiped away her tears, and tried her best to keep her little face up. She was very strong.

But now, she was very depressed. She stood outside the neighborhood where she used to live, lingering there without going over. Tears streamed down her face as she cried silently, staring blankly at the spot.

"Mom, I miss you, but you... like Dad, you're gone forever. I don't have a mom anymore. I miss you both!" The little girl sobbed, her shoulders shaking, her voice low. "I'm in the orphanage. I want to... go home. I miss Dad. I miss Mom."

The little girl had always been very sensible and precocious, far more mature than other children. Now, with tears streaming down her face, she realized that her father, who had gone on a business trip to a distant place, had actually passed away long ago.

She left with her head down, heartbroken and confused. "Last time I survived, but they whispered behind my back that I could die at any moment. Mom, why did you leave first? I woke up from my coma, but you were gone, and I'll never see you again. Why did your hereditary disease suddenly flare up so violently, Mom... I miss you... Please come back."

On the pedestrian street not far away, pedestrians hurried by, and no one paid attention to her; her small figure looked very lonely.

"The teacher assigned us homework, which is easy for other students but difficult for me. We have to submit a photo..." The little girl cried, tears streaming down her face, as if she felt wronged and sad. She said, "The photo has to be from this season, a recent family photo. If that's not possible, the photo should at least have my dad or mom in it, but... I don't have one."

As she spoke, she couldn't hold back any longer and cried sadly, constantly wiping away her tears. Finally, she sat down by the roadside, hugged her knees, and lowered her head.

Wang Xuan was deeply moved and wanted to go over, but she was afraid of attracting the robot's attention and getting caught up in some unnecessary trouble. She was already pitiful enough.

As the sun set, the little girl stood up, looked at the passersby, slowly walked forward, and whispered to some of them, "Could I ask you for a favor?"

However, pedestrians were in a hurry, and people were rushing home on their way home from get off work, with few stopping to linger.

Occasionally, someone would pause for a moment, and the little girl would timidly ask, "Uncle... can I take a picture with you?"

Passersby were surprised and in a hurry to get on their way. They gently patted her head and quickly left, unaware of her situation and the truth.

She wiped away her tears, mustered her courage, and this time tried to stop a man. Then she pointed to the familiar neighborhood where she had lived for four or five years and said, "Uncle, could we take a picture together outside the gate?"

She looked up, her face filled with hope, but also with trepidation, afraid of being rejected.

The man stopped with a smile, glanced at her, and said, "Uncle is in a hurry to pick up my daughter from school. You're such a good girl and so sensible, carrying your little schoolbag home all by yourself?"

Then he left quickly.

Upon hearing these words, the little girl immediately lowered her head, silently backed away, and shed tears in a secluded place. Then she murmured softly, "I miss... Mom, I miss Dad."

Wang Xuan felt a pang of sadness. He looked at the few mechanical metal lifeforms in the distance and wondered why they hadn't left yet.

"We mean no harm." One of the robots actually spoke, using the language of New Star, though the voice sounded slightly "stiff."

Wang Xuan knew that they had observed and noticed the little girl, Lele.

He didn't wait any longer, walked forward to her side, and whispered, "Lele, do you want to take a picture with me?"

The little girl, her eyes brimming with tears, quickly looked up. Seeing it was him, she gasped in surprise, followed by joy and a heartbreaking gesture. Fighting back tears, she nodded rapidly, like a chick pecking at rice, choking out only one word. "Mmm!"

"If only you were my daughter," Wang Xuan said softly, squatting down to pick her up on his back. "Come on, let's go take pictures at the gate."

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