Chapter 1119
Do you even deserve to be arrogant in front of me?
Yang Ling and the sect leader were trapped within the vortex, surrounded by pitch-black darkness, as if they had fallen into a bottomless abyss. The two hurriedly channeled their immortal power, condensing it into two light swords, and desperately cleaved through the darkness. But the darkness seemed boundless, and the light swords could not penetrate it.
"Yang Ling, be careful! This demon god seems to be using some kind of evil magic!" The sect leader shouted a warning, his eyes sharp as he warily scanned the surroundings.
Yang Ling nodded, gripping the Illusion Moon Sword tightly, his eyes shining with unwavering determination: "Sect Master, we must not let its evil magic cloud our judgment!"
Just then, a low, chilling laugh suddenly drifted from the depths of darkness: "You ignorant fools, daring to challenge me, today is your death day!"
The voice of the black-robed demon god seemed to resound simultaneously from all directions, echoing back and forth in the darkness. Yang Ling and the sect leader felt the demonic power crashing against the shore like raging waves, each stronger than the last, threatening to engulf them. The two hurriedly activated their immortal power, transforming it into two swords of light, and slashed fiercely in the direction from which the voice came.
"Hmph, you mere mortals, how dare you be arrogant before me?" The black-robed demon god's tone was full of sarcasm. Suddenly, a black shadow shot out and pounced on Yang Ling and the sect leader.
Yang Ling and the sect leader simultaneously swung their swords, their lightsabers clashing violently with the black shadow, creating a deafening roar. The black shadow was forced back several steps, but instantly pounced again, its speed as fast as a ghost, unpredictable and elusive.
Yang Ling scoffed coldly, regaining his composure: "Sect Master, don't let its speed sway you. Stay focused and keep a close eye on its trajectory!"
"Upon hearing this, the sect leader's eyes hardened with solemnity. He knew that the black-robed demon god was cunning and ferocious, and not an opponent to be easily defeated. 'Yang Ling, we must unite our divine senses, use a sword formation to imprison him, and then wait for an opportunity to find his weakness!'..."
Yang Ling nodded in response, and the two immediately changed positions. The Illusion Moon Sword and the Sect Master's sword complemented each other, their sword beams weaving together to form a seamless net of light, blocking out all the surrounding darkness and demonic aura. Within the sword net, immortal energy surged, transforming into starlight that illuminated the space devoured by demonic power.
"Heh, a mere sword formation dares to try and restrain me?" The black-robed demon god's voice was laced with disdain, but the slight tremor at the end of his words could not be concealed. He once again unleashed his demonic power to counterattack, but his attack collided with the sword net and was bounced back by the force that made him stagger backward.
"Sect Master, I have sensed a slight disorder in the flow of its demonic power. This is the perfect opportunity for us to strike!" Yang Ling's eyes flashed like lightning as he gripped the Illusion Moon Sword tightly. Wherever the sword pointed, sword energy surged like a dragon, piercing straight towards the place where the demon god was entrenched.
Upon hearing this, the sect leader brandished his longsword, and the sword light transformed into a silvery river that cascaded down, merging with Yang Ling's sword energy to form a devastating torrent that crashed down upon the black-robed demon god's vital points.
"Ah—you ants, how dare you..." The black-robed demon god roared furiously, the black mist around him thickening as if he were making a last-ditch effort.
But at this critical moment, Yang Ling and the sect leader were perfectly in sync. Their sword light and immortal energy intertwined and merged, suddenly forming a miniature immortal realm around the demon god. Within the realm, time seemed to stand still, space twisted and deformed, the black-robed demon god's movements suddenly became clumsy, and his demonic power rapidly diminished.
"Sect Master, now is the time!" Yang Ling roared, and the Illusion Moon Sword suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, its sword rainbow shooting straight towards the core of the Demon God. The Sect Master did not hesitate for a moment, and swung his longsword again, the immortal light cascading like a waterfall, echoing Yang Ling's sword rainbow, and together they delivered a fatal blow to the Demon God.
"Boom—" The sword light and the immortal light collided violently, creating a deafening roar. The black-robed demon god's huge body was torn apart by this violent force, and blood and demonic mist splattered everywhere, creating an extremely tragic scene.
"Absolutely not... I am the Black-Robed Demon God, how could I fall into your hands..." The demon god's voice was filled with resentment and bitterness. It tried desperately to reassemble its form, but under the relentless attacks of Yang Ling and the sect leader, it gradually turned into nothingness, finally vanishing into nothingness. With the demise of the Black-Robed Demon God, the surrounding gloom and demonic aura dissipated, and clear sunlight once again bathed the land. Yang Ling and the sect leader smiled at each other, their eyes revealing weariness and a sense of relief.
"Sect Master, we've done it," Yang Ling said softly, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.
The sect leader nodded slightly, sheathed his longsword, and gazed at the rising sun in the distance. A sudden, indescribable sigh welled up in his heart. "Yes, we have succeeded. But this battle is only the beginning; many more dangers await us on the road ahead."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ling took a deep breath, his gaze becoming even more resolute. "No matter how treacherous the road ahead, I am willing to go to the battlefield with the Sect Master and protect this land."
The sect leader smiled calmly and turned to look at Yang Ling. "With you by my side, I feel very comforted. However, we must also accumulate stronger strength to deal with the impending storm."
"The sect leader is absolutely right. We should seek out allies and join forces to resist those lurking threats," Yang Ling said, offering his own proposal.
The sect leader nodded in agreement, a glint of wisdom flashing in his eyes. "Not only that, I also plan to open that ancient immortal ruin to search for the legendary immortal artifacts, so that we can further enhance our strength."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ling's eyes lit up with excitement. "A celestial artifact? That's something I've only ever heard of in legends. If we could get our hands on it, our combat strength would definitely increase by leaps and bounds!"
"That's true, but the Immortal Illusion Ruins are fraught with danger, so we must make thorough preparations." The sect leader's tone was calm and steady, but his words conveyed an unwavering determination.
In the following days, Yang Ling and the sect leader traveled far and wide, gathering like-minded allies and making every effort to prepare for the exploration of the Immortal Illusion Ruins. They traversed dark forests and climbed steep mountains, enduring numerous hardships, and finally arrived at the entrance to the Immortal Illusion Ruins.
The entrance to the ruins was covered by a mysterious barrier, within which ethereal mist swirled and ever-changing illusions appeared. Yang Ling and the sect leader exchanged a glance, both reading determination and courage in each other's eyes.
"Sect Master, let's go!" Yang Ling gritted his teeth, and the Illusion Moon Sword was already drawn, its light flashing as it pointed directly at the barrier.
The sect leader also brandished his longsword, its celestial light stretching across the sky like a rainbow, intertwining and advancing alongside Yang Ling's sword beam as they slammed into the barrier. Under their combined force, cracks gradually appeared in the barrier before it finally shattered with a deafening roar.
The two stepped into the ruins, where they were enveloped in a dense, ethereal atmosphere and a variety of fantastical sights. They proceeded cautiously, careful not to trigger any hidden mechanisms.
Within the ruins, traps and illusions were intricately linked. Yang Ling and the sect leader, relying on their exceptional intelligence and cultivation, skillfully deciphered these ambushes one by one, finally reaching the heart of the ruins. (End of Chapter)