The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 125 5 Thunder

Ji Shang opened his eyes and said calmly, "That's not necessarily true."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to Ji Shang.

Ji Shang placed his sword across his lap, his voice cold: "The Demon Dragon Path only has one Golden Core cultivator, while we have nearly twenty. With so many Golden Core cultivators before us, will the Guixu Sect and the Cangsheng Sect refuse? They cannot refuse, nor dare they refuse."

Ji Shang's gaze swept over the crowd, his tone tinged with coldness: "The Demon Dragon Path is one of their arms. They destroyed one arm, but they still have other arms. However, if they refuse us, then they should consider whether we will join the three major righteous sects. Once we join the righteous path, the strength of the righteous path will increase dramatically, and the Upper Xuan Realm will probably be unified by the righteous path. The Guixu Sect understands this principle, and the Cangsheng Sect also understands it."

Feng Lijun looked at Ji Shang and slowly shook his head: "What you said makes some sense, but there's a problem. You and I both know the ways of the demonic path. The Guixu Sect and the Cangsheng Sect will inevitably establish a ban on demonic seeds. Can you accept that?"

Upon hearing this, the many demonic disciples present fell silent. The Demon Seed Imprisonment Technique was an essential method for demonic cultivators, designed to prevent their disciples from rebelling.

They can indeed join the Guixu Sect and the Cangsheng Sect, but once they are bound by the Demon Seed Imprisonment, it will be difficult for them to leave the Shangxuan Realm. The Demon Seed Imprisonment of the two major demonic sects will inevitably explode the moment they leave the Shangxuan Realm.

The Qingyun Sect, a second-rate branch of the righteous Five Thunder Sect, is located on Yunxia Ridge.

Although the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect is not as majestic as that of a first-class sect, it is still well-arranged with pavilions and towers, and the spiritual energy is as misty as gauze.

On this day, the sky was bright, the mountains were shrouded in mist, and the sound of bells rang out melodiously.

A blood-red rainbow streaked across the sky and landed in front of the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate.

Li Qinghe stood with his sword in hand, dressed in black, glanced at the protective array above the mountain gate that was shrouded in faint lightning, and raised the Seven Kill Sword.

Clang!

The sword light slashed down, and the blood-red sword light descended from the sky like a blood moon, crashing down on the great formation. The formation's light screen trembled violently, and the cloud-like characters flickered. It held for no more than two breaths before shattering into a rain of light.

Li Qinghe's figure flashed like a blood-red lightning bolt, sweeping into the Qingyun Sect.

Sword light cascaded like a waterfall, and blood-red light surged like a tide. Wherever it passed, palaces collapsed and pavilions crumbled. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect fell like grass under Li Qinghe's sword.

With a single sword strike, a blood-red light cleaved a grand hall in two, engulfing the disciples within before they could even cry out. With another sweeping strike, a crimson crescent moon cleaved over a dozen cultivators in half at the waist, spraying blood that stained the stone steps of the mountain gate.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the Qingyun Sect was reduced to ruins.

Li Qinghe stood in the center of the ruins, his robes stained with blood. He sheathed the Seven Kill Sword and was about to leave.

Rumble!

Lightning exploded in the sky.

Five bolts of lightning fell from the clouds, as fast as divine punishment, crashing down around Li Qinghe and surrounding her in the center.

As the lightning dissipated, five lightning pillars, each as thick as a person's waist, were revealed. Electricity crackled and cloud-like patterns swirled around the pillars, and the five-colored lightning intertwined to form an impenetrable lightning prison.

The golden lightning bolts crackled like snakes, the silver-white lightning bolts gleamed with a chilling light, the cyan lightning bolts were full of life yet concealed deadly intent, the reddish-yellow lightning bolts were as heavy as mountains, and the white lightning bolts were as sharp as blades.

The Five Elements Thunder Prison is the sect's most prized spiritual treasure.

Five figures descended from the sky, landing in the five directions of the Thunder Prison. The five were dressed in five-colored Daoist robes, their auras were profound, and they were all cultivators at the Golden Core stage.

The leader was dressed in a golden robe and crown, with a square face and golden lightning crackling around him; to his left was a man in a white robe and white hair, with a cold and stern expression, and lightning swirling around him like silver snakes; to his right was a man in a green robe and green belt, with a gentle face, and green lightning dancing in his palm; behind him was a man in a yellow robe and yellow turban, with a burly figure, and reddish-yellow lightning as heavy as a mountain; the last man was dressed in a red robe and red crown, with a resolute face, and reddish-gold lightning burning fiercely like fire.

"You demonic fiend, you have destroyed my Dao lineage! Today is your death day!" the golden-robed cultivator shouted in a deep voice, his voice as loud as a bell, causing the air in the Thunder Prison to tremble.

Li Qinghe did not speak, but slowly raised the Seven Kill Sword, the tip of which pointed at the golden-robed cultivator.

"Stubborn fool!" The golden-robed cultivator sneered and waved his hand.

Five lightning pillars roared simultaneously, with golden, silver, green, yellow, and red lightning intertwining to form a sea of ​​thunder, crashing down on Li Qinghe from all directions with a thunderous boom.

With a single step, Li Qinghe moved through the sea of ​​lightning like a streak of blood-red light. The Seven Kill Sword slashed down, and the blood-red sword light collided with the golden lightning.

Clang!

A clear, melodious sword cry rang out, and a slit was torn open by the sword light in the golden lightning. A blood-red sword beam shot straight into the sky, and Li Qinghe's figure emerged from the slit, slashing at the golden-robed cultivator with her sword.

The golden-robed cultivator remained expressionless, his hands forming a hand seal. Lightning surged on the golden lightning pillar, and a golden lightning bolt as thick as an arm burst forth from the pillar, transforming into a golden dragon that bared its fangs and claws as it lunged at Li Qinghe.

Li Qinghe's sword flashed, and the Seven Kill Sword blazed with crimson light, cleaving the golden dragon's head in two.

boom!

The golden dragon exploded, turning into countless golden lightning fragments that scattered in all directions, blasting dozens of deep craters into the ground inside the lightning prison.

The silver-robed cultivator looked solemn. Silver-white lightning surged from the silver lightning pillar, transforming into thousands of silver needles that shot towards Li Qinghe in a barrage.

As Li Qinghe spun around, the sword light in his palm expanded, forming a blood-red curtain of light that blocked all the silver needles.

Ding ding ding ding...

The dense clanging of metal was like a torrential rain hitting banana leaves, sparks flew everywhere, and silver needles shattered in the sword light, turning into silvery-white specks of light and dissipating.

The green-robed cultivator clasped his hands together, and green lightning surged from the green lightning pillar, transforming into a green lightning dragon that silently swam towards Li Qinghe's feet.

Li Qinghe noticed the unusual movement beneath her feet, leaped up, and slashed down with her sword, splitting the thunder dragon in two.

The thunder dragon exploded, and the azure lightning coiled around the Seven Kill Sword like vines, attempting to spread along the blade to Li Qinghe's body.

But Li Qinghe flicked his wrist, and the blood-red sword light shattered all the extending blue lightning.

The yellow-robed cultivator shouted, and crimson-yellow lightning surged from the Yellow Lightning Pillar, transforming into a small mountain that crashed down on Li Qinghe.

Li Qinghe did not take the hit head-on; instead, she dodged the impact of the mountain.

Crimson lightning followed closely behind, bursting forth from the crimson lightning pillar and transforming into countless crimson-gold lightning balls that blasted towards Li Qinghe.

Five thunderbolts struck simultaneously, and within the Thunder Prison, lightning flashed like a sea, with deafening roars.

Li Qinghe's sword light crisscrossed the sea of ​​lightning, the blood-red sword light intertwined with the five-colored lightning, each collision bursting out with dazzling flashes, illuminating the entire sky with flickering light and darkness.

The golden-robed cultivator made his move again, and lightning condensed on the golden lightning pillar, transforming into a golden lightning sword that slashed down from above.

Li Qinghe raised his Seven Kill Sword, its crimson light meeting the descending thunder sword.