Chapter 1279: Demon God Prelude, Necromancy Curse Art
"Demon Emperor!" Lin Feng's heart trembled slightly. Every time he heard that name, his heart couldn't help but shudder, recalling the words he had seen in the Jade Emperor Palace that day.
Inside the Jade Emperor Palace, the Jade Emperor had personally crafted statues for the Three Emperors and One Emperor, imitating their powerful wills. However, those were merely the Jade Emperor's imagination carved through his own will, not the true Three Emperors and One Emperor. Now, this was probably the first time he had seen the Demon Emperor.
The Millennia-Old Demon Emperor, before becoming an emperor, had slain an emperor, his name shaking the Nine Heavens, earning eternal renown.
From Venerable to Emperor, one step ascends to heaven, the gap between them unimaginable. Yet, the Demon Emperor, while still a Venerable, had killed an emperor. Now, whether the Demon Emperor had become an emperor by the time this battle occurred was unknown. If he had dared to challenge the Nine Nether Demon Emperor without becoming an emperor, that would be even more terrifying.
Figures descended upon this place one after another, gazing at the demonic shadow in the void. A gale swept past, and the demonic shadow gradually blurred. The Nine Nether appeared, heaven and earth rolling. In the image, the Nine Nether Demon Emperor seemed to play the Nine Nether Demon Melody, transforming into the waters of the Nine Nether Spring, surging toward the Demon Emperor.
Those surging Nine Nether waters turned into a vast Nine Nether ocean, threatening to annihilate that expanse of heaven and earth. But at that moment, around the Demon Emperor, demonic shadows descended from the sky, as if emerging from nothingness, shocking the hearts of the crowd.
"Eighteen Demon Generals!" The crowd's expressions stiffened. The Eighteen Demon Generals—each one was immeasurably terrifying, a true demon lord. Some roared, shaking the Nine Nether; some wielded demon axes that split heaven and earth, causing the Nine Nether to tremble; others unleashed overwhelming demon seals, blasting the Nine Nether into chaos. All the demons of heaven and earth served the Demon Emperor.
In this demonic realm of heaven and earth, who would rise and fall?
"Demon God Prelude!" A Venerable Lord-level terrifying powerhouse trembled uncontrollably. The Demon God Prelude, one of the legendary Nine Divine Demon Melodies of Heaven and Earth, stood alongside the Nine Nether Demon Melody.
The Nine Nether Demon Emperor controlled the Nine Nether Demon Melody, while the Demon Emperor had mastered the Demon God Prelude.
"The Demon God Prelude can summon demon generals and demon gods to battle—it's true! The Nine Supreme Melodies of Heaven and Earth are all forbidden melodies, turning the impossible into reality, possessing the power to shake heaven and earth. It is said that when the Nine Nether Demon Melody appears, heaven and earth are controlled by the Nine Nether, making it the supreme control-type demon melody. The Demon God Prelude, on the other hand, is the supreme summoning melody!"
Seeing the gazes of the crowd turn toward him, the Venerable Lord murmured softly, his voice tinged with shock. Not long ago, when the Nine Nether Demon Emperor appeared, he had witnessed the Nine Nether Demon Melody, one of the Nine Supreme Forbidden Melodies of Heaven and Earth. Now, he was witnessing the Demon Emperor using the Demon God Prelude to summon demon generals for battle.
"The Demon Emperor also controls one of the Nine Supreme Melodies of Heaven and Earth!" Lin Feng muttered to himself. The images in the void collided, submerged each other, and then gradually dissipated, eventually turning into nothingness, leaving nothing to be seen. This made Lin Feng's expression stiffen, a sense of loss washing over him. In the end, it was just a projection of the past, unable to last long. It vanished into nothingness in a brief moment, not even allowing him to see the outcome of the battle between the Nine Nether Demon Emperor and the Demon Emperor.
Lin Feng wasn't the only one; others also felt a sense of disappointment. But soon, that disappointment was replaced by excitement as they stared at the demon cave.
"That image came from inside!" The crowd's eyes gleamed with sharpness, and then figures flickered as they leaped directly into the demon cave dwelling.
Lin Feng regretted it inwardly. If only he hadn't triggered that massive demonic Bodhi tree earlier. Now, the images of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor and the Demon Emperor had instantly attracted countless powerful experts, all stepping into the demon cave together.
"You're going too?" At this moment, Lin Feng saw Qing Mengxin lift her steps, also heading toward the demon cave, and couldn't help but be stunned. Her strength was indeed too weak.
"Yes. Now that others are clearing the way, I'll just watch from behind. There shouldn't be much danger, right?" Qing Mengxin smiled faintly. Seeing her smile, Lin Feng smiled too. Sometimes, these simple thoughts made more sense. The entrance to the demon cave had terrifying demonic Bodhi trees; who knew what dangers lay inside? If he had ventured in alone earlier, would it have been any safer?
"Any concerns, senior?" Qing Mengxin's eyes were clear, still carrying the same wisdom as before. Lin Feng wondered how her junior sister, Lan Jiao, was doing. He did miss that girl a bit.
"Nothing. Let's go!" Lin Feng's figure flickered as he stepped into the demon cave. Inside, all the demonic Bodhi trees had been uprooted by him, leaving not a single demon Bodhi fruit for anyone else.
The crowd was already moving forward along the demon cave. The narrow, deep demon path, impenetrable to divine sense, was filled with rolling demonic qi—truly a treasure land for those cultivating the demonic path.
"Demon Hall!" At that moment, the crowd ahead seemed to see the end. In their line of sight stood a true demonic hall. At its center was a terrifying demonic meditation cushion, and upon it sat a figure—the figure of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor, though it appeared somewhat ethereal.
"Still just an image from the past, a wisp of demonic will!" The crowd's hearts trembled. Those who had crossed into the Great Emperor level were already unimaginably powerful. It was impossible to completely erase them from the world without leaving any trace. Even if the Nine Nether Demon Emperor had died, his persistent demonic will could still shake heaven and earth, and his demonic images could be seen everywhere. Many figures filed in one after another, stepping into the demon hall of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor's small world.
In an instant, within the boundless, vast hall, terrifying demonic light burst forth from the stone walls on all sides.
"Boom!" A terrifying beam of demonic light directly imprinted into one person's mind, causing his expression to stiffen violently. His entire body instantly turned pitch black, and then he transformed into a statue.
"Ah..." Screams of agony rang out. Another person was corroded by the demonic light, his entire body wreathed in overwhelming demonic qi, but he couldn't control it at all. With a thunderous roar, he died on the spot.
"Roar..." One person let out a great shout, turned around, and stared coldly at those who hadn't entered the demon hall. His gaze was icy, filled with bloodthirsty demonic intent, as if he had become a demon slave.
"Kill!" Demonic qi surged from his eyes as he lunged at the crowd outside the demon hall. He had gone mad, becoming a slave to the demon.
Multiple terrifying attacks struck him simultaneously, tearing the demon-slave figure to shreds. But everyone stopped in their tracks, not daring to take another step forward, staring in horror at the demon hall.
The Nine Nether Demon Emperor's hall—how could it be so easy to enter?
Lin Feng and Qing Mengxin had also caught up, but they stood at the back of the crowd. The people in front of them were almost all Venerables.
"How was that demonic light so terrifying?" Qing Mengxin said in disbelief. Those who had entered the demon hall earlier were all extremely strong, at least mid-rank Venerable Martial Realm, yet they died in an instant. That demon hall was too frightening.
As if hearing Qing Mengxin's words, someone ahead turned his gaze toward them. His eyes landed on Qing Mengxin and Lin Feng, a hint of coldness flashing in them.
"Step back!" Qing Mengxin retreated several paces, realizing she had spoken too much.
"Come here!" A Venerable Martial Realm expert said coldly to Qing Mengxin.
"What instructions do you have, senior?" Qing Mengxin stood still, her expression stiff.
"Get over here!" The man's expression turned icy, his voice even colder. A powerful aura had already descended upon Qing Mengxin.
Qing Mengxin's face turned pale. One careless remark could cost her life.
Lin Feng shifted his steps slightly, standing in front of Qing Mengxin, instantly easing the pressure on her. She looked at Lin Feng's back with a grateful expression, though a hint of worry lingered.
"If you want to go in, just step inside yourself. Using someone else's life to test it—what kind of behavior is that?" Lin Feng said indifferently, a cold glint in his eyes. The man clearly wanted to use Qing Mengxin as a live test subject, throwing her into the demon hall to see what happened.
Hearing Lin Feng's words, the man sneered. "A mere Eighth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm brat dares to scold me? You get over here too!"
"Boom!" Lin Feng stomped his foot, and in an instant, a terrifying curse power radiated outward.
"Curse power!" The man's expression stiffened. Lin Feng actually cultivated the rare curse power.
"Rustle!" The man waved his hand, and thick tree trunks shot toward Lin Feng, trying to entangle him.
"Wood element—his martial soul is probably some kind of plant-type martial soul!" Lin Feng took out a talisman and slapped it onto the space in front of him. Terrifying curse qi surged upward.
"Curse!" Lin Feng let out a low shout, and strands of terrifying power corroded the wooden stakes, as if they had been cursed.
"Talisman curse art!" The crowd was startled. This was truly a rare curse art cultivator.
"Return!" Lin Feng spat out a word, and the wooden stakes reversed direction, wrapping around the man instead, causing his eyes to freeze.
"An ant trying to shake a tree!" The man snorted coldly. His palm trembled. In this narrow space, he couldn't unleash too much power, but it was enough to kill this Heavenly Martial cultivator.
"Curse Wood, Backlash!"
The terrifying curse power surged madly toward the man. The wooden stakes instantly turned to dust, but the man's expression stiffened violently. Strands of terrifying curse power corroded his body. Curse Wood—the man was cursing his constitution.
"Die!" A cold gleam flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. At such a close distance, since the man had been hit by his curse art, he was as good as dead.
Ghost Curse and Soul Curse followed in succession. The man had become a vessel for the curse art, his face deathly pale, wailing incessantly.
"Curse art—such a wondrous and terrifying power. Once cursed by the caster, it's hard to break free. Entangled by the curse, you curse until you die!" The crowd watched as the Venerable was destroyed under Lin Feng's curse art. Although he was only a low-rank Venerable, his cultivation was still much higher than Lin Feng's.
"Dead!" The crowd looked at the fallen man, then glanced at Lin Feng in surprise.
"Rise!" Lin Feng spat out a cold syllable. The fallen man slowly stood up again, causing everyone's expressions to stiffen. Death wasn't enough—this was... cursing the dead spirit!
"It is said that terrifying experts who use curse art can turn the dead on countless battlefields into their army—a necromancy legion. It seems it might actually be possible!"
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