Chapter 1341: 1333: Resurrection Once Again

Unity Realm Stage! Luo Hou no longer ran, he turned to look at Zhao Yun, a trace of horror and despair flashed in his eyes.

He knew he couldn’t escape.

Even if he burned his essence blood and incinerated his soul, he was still no match for a Unity Realm Stage martial artist.

Boom!

The spear was like a dragon.

It carried boundless killing intent, obliterating the universe.

Luo Hou’s pupils dilated, directly hit by the battle spear, his hardened demonic body turned into countless specks of light, like sand eroded by eons of time, disappearing from sight.

In the end, only a spatial ring remained, floating in the starry sky.

Zhao Yun’s figure appeared, holding the battle spear, surrounded by an aura of sharpness, his expression calm, neither happy nor sad, yet somewhat contemplative.

This grudge spanning nearly a millennium was finally settled.

Strictly speaking.

Luo Hou was the first truly formidable enemy encountered by the Qin Dynasty.

"Dao book!"

After a while, Zhao Yun seemed to think of something, extending his hand to take the spatial ring, forcefully erasing Luo Hou’s spirit, and began searching diligently.

Moments later, he held a scroll in his hand exuding terrifying power.

"Taoist Seed Demon Technique"!

"This is..."

Zhao Yun squinted slightly, beginning to seriously peruse the "Taoist Seed Demon Technique," his expression gradually becoming somber.

According to the introduction in the "Taoist Seed Demon Technique," Luo Hou might very well still be alive.

Those who train in this technique can gather demon seeds, becoming one with their avatar, at the moment of life or death, they can split a wisp of true spirit to possess the avatar, living once again.

"Is this Luo Hou an unkillable cockroach?"

Zhao Yun rubbed his brow, somewhat speechless, if Luo Hou could live a third life, his vitality was indeed too tenacious.

But soon, Zhao Yun put Luo Hou out of his mind, even if Luo Hou could be resurrected, he was destined only to be a stepping stone for the Qin Dynasty.

"Where is the Second Legion!"

Zhao Yun stored the "Taoist Seed Demon Technique" in his personal space and commanded loudly.

"Here!"

In the distance, a rumbling sound echoed, star rivers boiled, countless paths began to melt.

Minutes later, the soldiers of the Second Legion stood before Zhao Yun, holding battle weapons, arranging into a military formation, converging military souls, radiating boundless killing intent, slaughtering the universe.

"Brothers, slaughter the realm!"

Zhao Yun ordered, a murderous glint in his eyes.

Slaughter the realm!

This was a brutal and bloody order, yet it silently revealed the Qin Dynasty’s code of conduct, showing mercy only to those who followed the Qin Dynasty, while to enemies, absolutely no mercy was shown.

"As you command!"

The soldiers of the Second Legion, upon hearing the order, wielded their weapons, charging into the great realm ahead, unleashing a mad slaughter.

Screams, wails, cries of despair...

Echoed in the surrounding starry sky.

Constant and unending.

On the ground, demonic soldiers devoid of life could be seen everywhere.

Above the sky, demon blood stained the blue heavens, black clouds flashed red light, and a rain of blood fell, pattering, cleansing heaven and earth.

...

In a certain section of the starry sky.

There was an unremarkable first-level civilization, currently embroiled in chaos, and the instigators of this upheaval were merely five young men surrounded by demonic qi.

"Demons!"

"You group of demons!"

In the ruins of a collapsed city, a middle-aged man in dragon robes, slumped in the debris, pale-faced, roared angrily.

He looked around, at this moment his subjects were being madly slaughtered by four young people, with countless dead and wounded, including his wife and children.

"Demons?"

Opposite the middle-aged man, Ji Huandao laughed heartily and said, "Are you blind? We are indeed demons, so you can rest in peace!"

As he spoke, he raised the battle sword in his hand, walking towards the middle-aged man.

With every step he took, boundless demonic intent surged to the sky.

The middle-aged man struggled to stand, gritting his teeth, eyes filled with endless hatred, prepared to fight to the death.

"Ugh... ah..."

But at this moment, Ji Huandao suddenly crouched on the ground, clutching his head, a ferocious look on his face, as if possessed by a vengeful spirit, wailing in agony.

Strands of pure demonic qi emanated from his body, turning the clear sky black.

The middle-aged man stood there, stunned, what was going on?

In the distance, the four sons of Sky Wu who were slaughtering wildly stopped their actions, watching Ji Huandao rolling on the ground, worrying.

The long period of time spent together forged a deep bond among them.

Aside from the son of Sky Wu, the other three were found to be demon seed hosts, becoming accomplices.

After the destruction of the Great Wall, they left the myriad worlds, and after many twists and turns, they found this civilization, preparing to conquer it as a temporary base.

"Huandao, what’s wrong with you?"

The figure of the son of Sky Wu flickered, arriving beside Ji Huandao, urgently inquiring.

"Ah..."

Ji Huandao’s mouth opened slightly, eyes widened, as if he had something to say, but the pain his body endured left him unable to utter a word.

Gradually, his gaze became dazed.

Another hour passed, Ji Huandao regained clarity, shouting loudly: "Quick! Quickly kill..."

Before finishing the words, his vision went black, he completely lost consciousness.

If at this moment, there were a rule domain martial artist, they would discover two souls within Ji Huandao’s body, one soul being devoured by the other.

"Kill who?"

The son of Sky Wu patted Ji Huandao, incessantly inquiring.

"Kill me!"

At this moment, ’Ji Huandao’ suddenly opened his eyes wide, reached out to pinch the neck of the son of Sky Wu, lifting him into the air, speaking in a hoarse voice.

The body of the son of Sky Wu shuddered, how could it be this voice?

For this voice, he was all too familiar, it was undoubtedly the voice of the demon ancestor Luo Hou.

"You..."

The son of Sky Wu’s face changed, influenced by the demon seed, even when his good brother was killed, he couldn’t muster hatred towards Luo Hou, instead respectfully saluted, "Greetings, Demon Ancestor!"

The other three young people trembled in their hearts, hastily knelt in salute.

"Die!"

But what responded to them was Luo Hou’s killing intent, with a casual slap, the four sons of Sky Wu burst into blood mist, floating in the void.

Boom!

Luo Hou stood up, activating his cultivation technique, bursting with horrifying attraction, devouring the flesh and blood essence of the four.

Instantly, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, breaking through to the Dao Saint Realm.

Pawns!

Once again saved the life of the chess player.

Not far away, the middle-aged man stood dazed, his mind somewhat blank.

He didn’t understand why ’Ji Huandao’ executed his own companions, why did he break through to the Dao Saint Realm.

"By devouring you and your subjects, this ancestor should be able to restore to the late Dao Saint Realm!"

Luo Hou looked up at the middle-aged man, revealing a devilish smile.

"Possession!"

The middle-aged man realized, turning to flee.

Bang!

But just as he turned, Luo Hou pointed with his right hand, and the middle-aged man burst into a cloud of blood mist.

Then, with a wave of his right hand, an overwhelming demonic qi erupted, engulfing the entire great realm, madly devouring the essence blood of the living beings within, transforming into vast energy.

"Qin Dynasty, the grievances between you and me have only just begun..."

Amidst the demonic mist, a voice filled with hatred echoed across the sky, like a demon claiming lives, sending shivers down one’s spine.