Winning Over!

"Call!"

A vast divine consciousness surged into the pair of bracelets on Zhou Hao's black-robed hands. The mark that the Poison Ugly Heavenly Immortal had just refined and imprinted was instantly crushed and eroded by his consciousness, transforming back into a pair of crystalline blue rings on his hands, radiating a hazy halo.

"Senior Sister Xuan Guang." Zhou Hao remained silent.

This is the signature magic weapon of Radiant Light Heavenly Immortal, the ' Jade Light Rings ' which is used to collect all kinds of magic weapons and contains a space that can store many treasures.

When she was ambushed, knowing she was doomed, she used a secret technique to throw the Jade Light Rings into the Blackwater Lake, precisely to prevent the Shaoyan Clan from easily obtaining what was inside.

Inside the Jade Light Rings.

A seemingly ordinary long token is suspended in the air, with ancient divine patterns on both sides. The divine patterns on one side faintly form two ancient characters "Heaven and Earth", making people feel the ancient atmosphere at a glance.

"Senior Sister, I have obtained the Heaven-Earth Spirit Mirror. I will also help you collect the debt owed to the Shaoyan Clan." Zhou Hao put away the Jade Light Rings and the storage magic treasure left behind by the dead clone of the Poison Ugly Heavenly Immortal. Then, with a movement, he rushed out from the Blackwater Lake.

The Nightmare Dragon Emperor and the black-robed figure, who had been locked in battle in the distance, had now separated.

Zhou Hao's Asura God clone did not conceal its aura. It had just used the Phantom Formless Power to instantly teleport to the side of the Poison Ugly Heavenly Immortal clone and killed it with the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade. Naturally, the two of them noticed it.

"Emperor Zhou, I only promised Poison Ugly Nightmare Dragon Emperor occupied. Your feud with the Shaoyan Clan is none of my business. I will leave now," the black-robed figure transmitted telepathically.

Upon seeing Zhou Hao's clone appear, the figure in black instantly realized that the plan had failed.

If Poison Ugly successfully obtains the Heaven-Earth Spirit Mirror, it would be worthwhile for him to risk everything to help Poison Ugly Heavenly Immortal escape in order to gain the opportunity to enter Five Village Temple.

But now that Poison Ugly's hidden clones are all dead, even if he found the Heaven-Earth Spirit Mirror just now, it has fallen into Zhou Hao's hands, so what's the point of trying?

He's not Shaoyan Clan's people; the best course of action is to get away as soon as possible and leave safely.

Anyway, since I got a secret method for cultivating poisonous insects from Poison Ugly, this trip wasn't a complete loss.

"Damn cultivators!" The Nightmare Dragon Emperor finally realized that he had been tricked by these cultivators, and opened his mouth full of fangs and spat out.

Boom~~~

Black flames, faintly glowing with green light, immediately erupted, surging and sweeping across the heavens and earth.

The surrounding dark lake water, upon touching the flames, instantly ignited as if a spark had fallen into a frying pan.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the entire Blackwater Lake was engulfed in flames, which also enveloped Zhou Hao, the Poison Ugly Heavenly Immortal, the black-robed figure, and others within its range.

"Not good!" The figure in black robes hurriedly waved a black banner.

Instantly, all the remaining black-armored demon corpses transformed into black mist and rushed towards him, blocking the surrounding black flames.

Following the figure in black robes, it also transformed into black mist and flew into the black banner, then turned into a stream of light and was about to soar into the sky.

"Did I say you could leave, Corpse Demon?" A majestic voice boomed, echoing through the heavens and earth. The Corpse Puppet Old Devil in the black mist saw five enormous golden archways appear in the sky, crashing down upon him.

"Emperor Zhou! The Shaoyan Clan has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me!" The Corpse Puppet Old Devil cried out in a shrill voice. He had no desire to confront Zhou Hao, a disciple of the Sanqing and the Emperor of Heavenly Court, especially when the Nightmare Dragon Emperor was in a frenzy.

"Your sins and bloodlust are so intense that you've been caught by this Emperor. You think you can just leave? What a joke!" Zhou Hao said coldly.

I am not the one who committed the murder. If it were someone else, or a celestial being from the Shaoyan Clan, then it would be understandable.

Under the scrutiny of his own consciousness, the Corpse Puppet Old Devil was shrouded in endless blood light, like surging waves, indicating that its fate was sealed upon encountering him.

Boom~~~

Godfall Workshop plummeted straight down.

Although it was only a top-grade immortal-level magic weapon, under the control of Zhou Hao's near-Dao Ancestor level divine soul and with the aid of Taiji Power, it already possessed a power far exceeding that of an ordinary True Immortal activating a magic weapon.

Bound by the endless starlight permeating Godfall Workshop and suppressed by the five golden archways, even though the Corpse Puppet Old Devil desperately released all the demonic corpses and threw out six sharp shuttles that turned into dark light to defend himself, he was still crushed by Luoshenfang from the air and fell down to the scorching Blackwater Lake below.

"Ahhhhhh!" The black flames clung to him like maggots, engulfing him completely once they touched him, burning him and causing him to scream in agony.

Before he could cast another spell, Zhou Hao, clad in black robes and wielding the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade, appeared before him like a ghost.

Sizzle!

A blood-red blade flashed, Corpse Puppet Old Devil's body, which was as hard as Vajra, was sliced open like tofu.

"No—" The Corpse Puppet Old Devil's eyes were filled with resentment.

Then, a burst of black flame burned it to ashes.

Corpse Puppet Old Devil, die!

Zhou Hao waved his hand and collected the magical artifact left behind by the Corpse Puppet Old Devil.

In particular, the black banner was a top-grade magic weapon for controlling demonic corpses. After he refined it, he immediately retrieved the remaining demonic corpses, which had lost their master's control and were floating aimlessly in the starlight of the Godfall Workshop, back into the banner.

"These demonic corpses were all refined by the old demon using the flesh and souls of cultivators. In order to refine them to a level comparable to a pure Yang magic weapon, who knows how many atrocities he must have committed." Zhou Hao shook his head inwardly.

Unfortunately, the soul within the demonic corpse had long since dissipated, relying solely on its master for control. It could not be exorcised by itself, so it could only be taken back to its master to be reforged and exchanged for use by its celestial subordinates. In the future, it could be used to kill sinners, which could be considered fighting poison with poison.

All of this sounds slow, but it actually happened in an instant.

Nightmare Dragon Emperor watched as he easily killed the black-robed youth who had been fighting him for a long time, and saw that the youth was completely unconcerned about the surrounding black flames, allowing the flames to engulf him without even damaging the hem of his clothes, a look of fear appeared deep in his eyes.

"Emperor Zhou? You are very different from other weak cultivators." The Nightmare Dragon Emperor's voice was extremely solemn.

"That's because you're ignorant." Zhou Hao glanced at the Nightmare Dragon Emperor, then looked back at his main body.

Over there, the poisonous insects that Shaoyan Chou relied on had all died under Zhou Hao's palm, leaving only himself standing in the air, holding a blood-red whisk that transformed into three thousand blood-red serpents, struggling to resist the elusive flying needles of the magic weapon.

His skills were all contained in the poisonous insects he cultivated. Now that the insects were gone, he was only slightly stronger than an ordinary half-step Pure Yang cultivator. If it weren't for the fear of his last-ditch counterattack, Zhou Hao could have finished him off with a single palm strike.

Even so, under Zhou Hao's abnormal mental power, the top-grade immortal-level magic weapon ' Heavenbeam Divine Needles ' wielded by the Heaven Escape Needle Art still possessed the power of an ordinary Pure Yang True Immortal.

"Pfft!"

The sword-shaped, multicolored needle pierced through Shaoyan Chou's chest.

"I've fallen this time, but I won't let you get away with this! Zhou Hao, just you wait, I'll be back." Shaoyan Chou stared intently at Zhou Hao, his face expressionless.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had been stabbed in the chest and was on the verge of death.

"Back?" Zhou Hao smiled.

"Shaoyan Chou, I know you have many clones and are good at protecting yourself, but you'd better hide your remaining clones well."

"If I want to kill you, no one in the Three Realms can protect me!" Zhou Hao's gaze was icy, and the five-colored needle light pierced Shaoyan Chou's head again, instantly causing his clone to be destroyed.

Wow!

Zhou Hao collected the magical treasures left behind by Shao Shaoyan Chou and examined them with his consciousness. He found that they were all ordinary items, except for the blood-red whisk, which was a pure yang magical treasure that he could not refine. So he ignored it and moved to a distance of 100,000 feet from the Nightmare Dragon Emperor.

"Only you are left, Nightmare Dragon Emperor." Zhou Hao's body swayed, and he used the Law of Heaven and Earth Power to transform into a giant ten thousand feet tall, staring at the Nightmare Dragon Emperor.

In terms of size, even Zhou Hao, who had transformed into a giant ten thousand feet tall, was only slightly more than half the size of the Nightmare Dragon Emperor's towering figure.

But in the eyes of the Nightmare Dragon Emperor, this terrifying cultivator he had never seen before had a disdainful gaze that was like a giant dragon from the heavens looking down on him.

"Emperor Zhou, if you want the treasures of the cultivators on my island, you may take them as you please, I will not stop you." The Nightmare Dragon Emperor folded his huge outstretched wings, revealing the lair that had been protecting him behind him.

It was an old lair with a radius of only ten thousand miles, and the only land island in the Blackwater Lake. The island had a magnificent palace, which was a rare and exquisite residence for the Necro Race.

Since his bloodline broke through and he became the king of the Necro Race, no cultivator has ever been able to set foot on the island, which serves as his lair, and take away its treasures.

But circumstances are beyond our control.

The Nightmare Dragon Emperor sensed a threat of death emanating from the cultivator before him.

Therefore, he chose to bow his head without hesitation.

After all, what cultivators care about most are magical treasures, but to him, those magical treasures are nothing more than insignificant collectibles, bait to lure more cultivators into the trap. Even if he lost them all, it wouldn't matter.

"You're quite an anomaly among the Necro Race," Zhou Hao said in surprise.

Having encountered quite a few Necro Race myself, this is the first one who has recognized the situation and taken the initiative to yield.

"Compared to life, a temporary retreat is nothing." The Nightmare Dragon Emperor grinned, trying to show a friendly smile, but his ferocious fangs ruined everything.

"If Emperor Zhou wants more, I can go to the lairs of other emperors and collect it for you. All I want is to make friends with Emperor Zhou." The Nightmare Dragon Emperor looked at Zhou Hao, "If the two of us join forces, the lairs of the other four top emperors in this world who are on par with me will be at our disposal."

"At that time, all the cultivators' magical treasures will be yours. I only want treasures that can help improve my own bloodline, but will have little use for you. How about it?" The Nightmare Dragon Emperor's voice was full of temptation.

"You even know how to tempt and win me over?" Zhou Hao was even more astonished.

According to the intelligence given by the Third Prince, the Necro Race, even if their top experts are highly intelligent, are unwilling to compromise with cultivators, let alone know how to tempt and win them over to help them deal with the other top emperors.

"Believe me, Emperor Zhou. Cooperating with me will definitely not be a loss for you! In fact, after I rule this world, I can give you all the auxiliary items that are useful to you cultivators." The Nightmare Dragon Emperor said very kindly.

At this moment, even he himself began to look forward to the future after Zhou Hao agreed to the idea that had suddenly come to him.

"Good idea, but unfortunately." Zhou Hao shook his head. "This world belongs to us cultivators. You are just monsters born from the death of other races. Why would I cooperate with you?"

"Besides, after annihilating your Necro Race, all the treasures will still be mine." Zhou Hao's eyes were calm as he beckoned to the Nightmare Dragon Emperor, "Make your move. I only spared you to hone my supernatural abilities and secret techniques, so don't disappoint me."

"You—" Disappointment and anger at being slighted caused the Nightmare Dragon Emperor's eyes to immediately turn red.

Boom!

A terrifying dark aura erupted from the Nightmare Dragon Emperor's body, and his scales were instantly covered with countless flame runes.

"You really think I'm afraid of you?" The Nightmare Dragon Emperor spread its wings, black flames burning along the edges of its scales, causing the stable space of the Earth Ruins Realm to twist and shatter.

"I want you dead!!"

First update.