Mo Tao's Clone
"Do not panic. This demon soul is merely the weakest part of the three demons," the nine-headed lion said calmly.
Within the Three-Demon Formation, Fu Yuan pressed forward, letting the demon souls surge at him in waves. His Imperial Dao Sword Qi dealt with them.
Countless clouds of black mist poured from the eight Spirit-Seizing Flags, each coalescing into a black dragon. Demon flames blazed sky-high as they swung their claws and attacked Fu Yuan.
"Demon dragons?" Fu Yuan was slightly surprised. Who had laid down this formation, to have obtained Nirvana Realm members of the Dragon Clan and refined them alive into spirits for the formation?
They were not True Dragons, and their bloodlines were not strong, but they were still members of the Dragon Clan. The one behind this possessed extraordinary nerve and means.
The Dragon and Phoenix Clans were fiercely protective of their own and possessed astonishing foundations. They could suppress even Saint Emperors and dared declare war on even a Great Accomplishment Holy Body.
All eight demon dragons were above the Third Layer of Nirvana, and two were at the Fifth Layer of Nirvana.
Baring their fangs and claws, the demon dragons roared and charged at the two men.
"Qian Feng, send the Iron Puppet King into the formation!" the nine-headed lion called out. Though the eight Nirvana Realm demon dragons were powerful, they might not be able to hold Fu Yuan and Fu Feng back.
But if one of their master's demon bodies and the Iron Puppet King at the peak of the eighth level of the Nirvana Realm were added, that would be enough.
He could not see through Fu Yuan's cultivation, but the World Road had only been open for so long. Even their master was only at the Sixth Layer of Nirvana now, so he guessed that Fu Yuan was below the sixth layer.
"Prepare to enter the formation!" After making all the preparations, the nine-headed lion gave another order.
A lion used its full strength even when hunting a rabbit.
All the more so when a pack of wolves hunted a tiger. They could not afford to let their guard down.
Fu Yuan faced six demon dragons and a sky-filling onslaught of demon souls alone, yet remained unruffled. His Double Pupils opened and closed as he searched for the formation's core.
The demon dragons were extremely troublesome and difficult to destroy. The instant Sword Qi cut them down, they formed again.
Compared with Fu Yuan, Fu Feng had a much easier time. His soul power was so terrifying that he could kill the demon dragons with a single thought, destroying them each time they formed. The sea of demon souls could not come within three inches of him.
"What a beautiful soul and body." Madam Snake watched Fu Feng's every move intently, her eyes alluring, her body twisting together in fascination.
Before the Double Pupils, the demon mist that filled the sky and could obscure both spiritual sense and the naked eye was utterly useless. Fu Yuan easily found the formation's core. Golden light flared, forming nine golden blades of Sword Qi that crashed down.
Heaven and earth trembled. The eight flags of the Three-Demon Formation shook violently, and six demon dragons were completely destroyed, unable to recover.
Fu Yuan strode forward, cutting down wave after wave of demon souls. In just a short while, he had slain more than he could count, far more than a hundred thousand.
Including the demon souls Fu Feng had destroyed, the number had likely surpassed three hundred thousand. Yet the demon souls had not diminished in the slightest and still swept over them, filling heaven and earth.
"This is bad! He's seen through the first formation core!" The Thousand Winds Demon General was shocked. The place Fu Yuan was heading was the weakest point of the Three-Demon Formation, where its core lay.
"What a terrifying fellow. He actually saw through a formation that even the White Tiger couldn't." The pure-blooded ferocious beast Zhu Yan swallowed.
"That is what makes sword cultivators terrifying. A perfectly clear sword heart is indeed extraordinary," the nine-headed lion sighed, beckoning to the others. "The Iron Puppet King can't stop him. Enter the formation and kill him together with our master."
The ferocious beast Zhu Yan, the Heaven-Swallowing Python, and the Seven-Footed Black-Feathered Eagle were all at the Third Layer of Nirvana and could fight and kill Saint Sons at the same level. The nine-headed lion was even stronger, having reached the peak of the fourth level of the Nirvana Realm, one step away from the Fifth Layer of Nirvana. None but the strongest Saint Sons could contend with him.
Twenty-eight humans, two demon generals at the Fifth Layer of Nirvana and the rest elite demon envoys at or above the Third Layer of Nirvana, entered the formation together, controlling three hundred living puppets of various attributes.
Boom!
A terrifying force suddenly struck. It was the Iron Puppet King, which had entered the formation. It had no trace of life, and its body had been refined from black gold. It feared neither water nor fire, neither yin nor yang, and was no less tough than the Buddhist Lesser Vajra Body.
The Iron Puppet King struck with a tremendously powerful punch, colliding with the Imperial Dao sword intent. The clang of metal against metal rang out.
In an instant, they clashed more than a hundred times. Fu Yuan's Imperial Dao Sword Qi could not break through its body and could only slash it back again and again. The tide-like sea of demon souls surged forward in endless waves, blocking Fu Yuan's advance and consuming his Spiritual Qi.
"So what if the Buddha's Son of Little Western Heaven stood before me?"
"You're just a puppet, yet you dare run wild!" Fu Yuan shouted. His cultivation at the Third Layer of Nirvana poured forth, and the sword intent filling the sky converged into a gigantic golden longsword. Its magnificent, overwhelming sword intent erupted in full.
If a cultivator at the eighth level of the Nirvana Realm faced such terrifying Sword Qi, the first thought in his mind would surely be to flee. But the Iron Puppet King ultimately had no intelligence. It neither dodged nor evaded, swinging both fists straight at the matchless golden greatsword.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The tremendous blasts even dispersed the demon mist. Golden light bloomed between heaven and earth, and the vast sword intent burst outward, shredding countless demon souls.
With that single strike, the Iron Puppet King at the peak of the eighth level of the Nirvana Realm was cut into countless pieces, its black-gold limbs scattering everywhere. The Demon Qi in half the Three-Demon Formation was dispersed, revealing four Spirit-Seizing Flags.
The black, white, and gray flags continued to pour out demon mist, seeking to fill the space once more.
Imperial Dao Sword Qi surged toward the formation core and the eight flags. The soul-bewitching formation laid with this Demon Qi could not be seen through quickly even by the White Tiger, but before the Double Pupils, it might as well not have existed.
The Sword Qi swept past, breaking the formation core, but the eight Soul-Seizing Flags did not lose their power and fall. Instead, they rose from the ground together, their eight points interweaving in the air before spreading apart. Only then did the true Three-Demon Formation reveal itself.
"Two formations joined as one, a formation within a formation." Even though this was an opponent he had to kill, Fu Yuan could not help marveling. This person truly had a unique understanding of the Dao of formations.
The first formation used Demon Qi to bewilder, a soul-bewitching formation.
The second involved confinement, space, and more. It could not be broken without destroying its true core.
"Fellow Daoist, now that you have entered my formation, why be in such a hurry to leave?" With a soft sigh, countless demon souls poured out madly, and a black figure appeared. His cultivation was even lower than the demon dragons', only at the fourth level of the Nirvana Realm, yet he was immensely powerful, his demon flames towering over the heavens.
"Master!" At that moment, the nine-headed lion and the others also entered the formation, a dense crowd of them.
"I have never heard of someone like you. May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?" Devouring intent permeated the air as the Taotie-shaped creature spoke.
"Mo Tao, I have long heard your great name," Fu Yuan said, his eyes icy. "A weak, pitiful fellow claimed to be your follower."
"I killed him before. Now I'll cut down one of your clones, and another day I'll cut down your main body!" Fu Yuan's presence grew ever more terrifying. "As for my name, you'll learn it when I cut down your main body."
"What a pity. There is already a blood feud between us." Mo Tao's clone grinned savagely. "Then let me send you on your way, fellow Daoist."
With nothing more to say to one another, Fu Yuan erupted into action. The golden greatsword that had broken the Iron Puppet King appeared once more-nine of them in all-and slashed down with matchless might.
Fu Yuan strode through the sky, facing more than three hundred opponents alone. With his left hand he traced the Suppress Character Art, while his right plucked stars and grasped the moon. The moment he attacked, he unleashed powerful killing moves.