Chapter 1374: Demon Intrusion

Wang Qiuming appeared on the thirty-fourth floor moments after he left. Wang Qiuming's face was slightly pale, his gaze firm, and his eyes full of fighting spirit. From a young age, he had followed Wang Qingshan on monster hunts, his Dao heart resolute, and he had remained unmarried.

As soon as he appeared, Zhou Yunxiao's phantom figure emerged.

A red light flashed, and a red saber energy, over thirty zhang long, slashed towards him, reaching him in an instant. Wang Qiuming reacted swiftly; a brilliant golden light emanated from his body, and countless golden rays surged forth, forming a massive golden wheel that moved forward to meet the attack.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the red saber energy shattered into pieces, and the golden giant wheel spun rapidly, striking towards the opponent. For a moment, rumbling sounds continued, and air currents surged.

On the thirty-fifth floor, a stately young man in green robes held a three-zhang-long azure banner. An azure flame was embroidered on the banner, emitting wisps of azure fire. A massive crimson fire cloud, hundreds of zhang wide, floated high in the sky. The crimson fire cloud churned, and gigantic fireballs the size of water vats flew out, pelting Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

Rumbling sounds continued, and air currents rolled. The young man in green robes' expression turned cold. He cast a spell, and the crimson fire cloud slowly descended from the sky. Simultaneously, the azure banner surged with a vast expanse of azure flames, transforming into a thick azure fire python that charged towards the opponent.

Boom!

A series of rumbling sounds erupted, and the entire hall was engulfed by rolling flames. Azure and crimson flames intermingled, emitting tremendous heat waves, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the young man in green robes' forehead.

A surge of impassioned zither music suddenly rang out. The intense flames flickered wildly and then extinguished, as a blue sound wave shot out, reaching the young man in green robes' face in an instant. The young man in green robes quickly waved the azure banner. A patch of azure flames shot out, forming an azure fire wall over ten zhang high, blocking his path.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the azure fire wall instantly shattered. The blue sound wave struck the young man in green robes; he spat out a large mouthful of blood and flew backward. Before he could regain his footing, specks of blue light emerged in the void, gravity dramatically increased, and a giant blue orb came crashing down towards his head.

"No!"

Boom!

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the young man in green robes was crushed to dust by the giant blue orb.

A golden light flashed, revealing the spirit artifact's figure. This was already the eighth fool, the spirit artifact mused. The only one who had managed to clear the thirty-fifth floor actually wanted to attempt the thirty-sixth. Did they truly believe the thirty-sixth floor was that easy to pass?

The spirit artifact muttered to itself, its face full of mockery. She collected the young man in green robes' corpse, then transformed into specks of golden light and vanished.

On the thirty-sixth floor, Gongsun Yang was fiercely battling a fifty-zhang-long horned flood dragon. The flood dragon was entirely azure, its belly was covered in blood, and numerous scales had fallen to the ground. A massive red peacock, an entirely crimson flood dragon, and several thousand golden spirit insects were present, and the azure flood dragon was clearly no match.

The crimson flood dragon entangled itself with the azure flood dragon. With a loud whooshing sound, a golden spear flew forth, striking the azure flood dragon's body and pinning it to the ground. A mournful cry echoed, and with a flash of azure light, the azure flood dragon transformed into a broad-shouldered young man in green robes. He had a foot-long azure horn on his head.

He was Ao Rui, Ao Qing's great-grandson, and one of the descendants Ao Qing valued most. He had consecutively cleared thirty-five floors, only struggling somewhat on the thirty-fifth floor. He wanted to surpass Gongsun Yang and become the second person in ten thousand years to clear the thirty-sixth floor of the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda, thereby solidifying his status within the Flood Dragon Clan. His mother was of the Flood Dragon Clan, but his father was not, leading to much gossip among his clansmen.

He overestimated himself and underestimated the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda.

A massive red peacock suddenly appeared above Ao Rui's head. A swath of red radiance swept out, enveloping Ao Rui and rendering him unable to move. A gigantic dragon claw descended from the sky, smashing Ao Rui's head to smithereens.

Outside the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda, Ao Qing frowned. He flipped his hand, and a shattered azure jade token appeared in his palm. He rubbed his hand, and the azure jade token turned into powder and vanished. He knew clearly that his great-grandson was dead; otherwise, his life token would not have shattered. He could only blame his great-grandson's insufficient strength.

Fifty thousand li away, on a desolate island, in a hidden mountain cave, Zhou Sihong and a rail-thin old man in gray robes stood together. The old man in gray robes held an Immortal Suppressing Token in his hand.

Zhou Sihong muttered to himself that the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda had actually appeared. If he could obtain a significant treasure, opening a spatial channel would be easier. His clone had just reached the ninth-layer Core Formation stage. He had fled all the way from the Central Plains to the South Sea solely to open a spatial channel and welcome the demon race. Without their help, he would pass away within thirty years. The location of the spatial channel was heavily guarded. He was currently collecting treasures, planning to open a spatial channel in one swift move.

The old man in gray robes injected spiritual power into the Immortal Suppressing Token. The token immediately glowed brightly, and countless silver runes flew out, enveloping the old man in gray robes. After a while, the silver runes dispersed, and the old man in gray robes also vanished.

On the twenty-ninth floor of the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda, Wang Qingling commanded an Icewind Flood Dragon, an Earth Dragon Worm, and a Black Sparrow to attack a shifty-eyed old man in black robes and a plump, graceful woman in black robes. The Icewind Flood Dragon continuously spewed a large amount of white cold qi, and with a sweep of its tail, struck the open ground, instantly creating a large pit. The Earth Dragon Worm moved rapidly underground, and dense yellow earth spears flew out from beneath the ground. The Black Sparrow hovered unsteadily high in the sky, spreading its wings, causing fireballs the size of watermelons to fall.

Boom!

Rumbling sounds continued. The old man in black robes and the woman in black robes were no match at all. They were flustered, and Wang Qingling seized an opening, as intense spells immediately engulfed their figures.

The void suddenly lit up with a golden glow, revealing more than a dozen golden jade tables, each holding a treasure. Wang Qingling didn't even glance at the treasures as she spoke. She stated she would continue the challenge. A swath of radiant light rose from beneath her feet, enveloping her and her spirit beasts.

On the thirty-second floor, Ye Haitang controlled hundreds of bone corpses to attack Wang Qingshan. The bone corpses spewed out strands of black malevolent qi, which entangled seven gleaming flying swords. The seven azure flying swords struggled violently, releasing incredibly sharp azure sword qi, yet they couldn't cut through the black malevolent qi. Ye Haitang knew clearly that once flying swords were defiled, a sword cultivator's strength would be greatly diminished.

A giant skeleton, over ten zhang tall, wielded a white bone sword over ten zhang long and slashed towards Wang Qingshan. Wang Qingshan cleaved his right hand towards his head, and with a flash of azure light, an azure sword qi over ten zhang long shot out. With a muffled thud, the azure sword qi shattered into pieces, while the white bone sword remained intact. A startling wave of yin qi surged from Ye Haitang, emitting an extremely eerie sound of a woman crying. Wang Qingshan felt dizzy upon hearing it.

A whooshing sound echoed through the air as the giant skeleton spewed out a large amount of black malevolent qi strands, striking Wang Qingshan's protective spiritual light and producing muffled thudding sounds. A thick silver lightning bolt suddenly descended from the sky, striking Wang Qingshan. Initially, it was a single silver lightning bolt, followed by a second, then a third... A massive dark cloud had, at some point, enveloped the sky above Wang Qingshan's head. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, as electric snakes danced wildly.

Ye Haitang held a silver formation disk in her hand and cast several incantations into it. After ten breaths, the silver lightning dispersed, and Wang Qingshan vanished. The void lit up with a golden glow, revealing more than a dozen golden jade tables, each holding a treasure. Ye Haitang breathed a sigh of relief. She cast a spell, and thousands of white skeletal bones flew back into her sleeve, disappearing from view. She stated she would continue the challenge. She put away her formation disk, formation flags, and ghost creatures. A swath of radiant light rose from beneath Ye Haitang's feet, enveloping her figure.

On the thirty-fifth floor, Wang Qiuming's face was slightly pale, and he looked somewhat excitedly at Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan opposite him. Before departing, Wang Changsheng had instructed him to proceed with caution, without specifying which floor he should reach. Wang Qiuming had his own ideas.