Chapter 45: Buddha's Sky-lifting Spear

The Ghost Demon Emperor saw Futu Yijing charging towards him and shouted:
"Xuan Mo Wei!!"

Countless Xuanmo Guards stomped the ground fiercely and shouted like thunder, roaring in the sky. The surging dark fighting spirit like a ten-thousand-foot-high wave rose into the sky. From afar, it looked like a black ocean, permeating the sky and the earth.

Boo!
The terrifying fighting spirit condensed into a demonic shadow, which quickly raised its hand and slapped towards Futu Yijing.

"Om!!"

Endless Light Body, Open!!
A curtain of light fell, and endless light formed a wall. The palm print suddenly came into contact with the light wall, and terrifying energy dissipated from the contact point.

On the battlefield, dark demonic shadows and bright human figures stood on both sides of the battlefield. There was a wall of light separating light and darkness. On one side was deep darkness, and on the other side was extreme light.

Then, a purple-gold figure crossed the brightly lit area and rushed into the endless darkness.

Then, a pair of devilish eyes looked towards the figure.

Suddenly, endless sound waves seemed to appear between heaven and earth, and demonic sounds lingered. An even more terrifying demonic power was revived, and a terrifying fighting spirit was condensed, with momentum actually approaching that of the Demon Emperor.

The figure was extremely fast, holding a spear in his hand, and crystal light was bursting from his body.

As the devilish sound entered his ears, Futu Yijing's speed actually slowed down a little.

Looking ahead, there was no longer an army, but a gigantic golem. The golem seemed to have turned into an illusion and seemed to be able to move, with devilish energy lingering around it and devilish sounds coming out of its mouth, penetrating the void.

Futu Yijing opened his mouth slightly, and his spiritual power rolled back wildly.

"True Dragon Technique: Dragon Roar Technique!"

"Roar!!"

A dragon roar suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

The sound waves carried a strong sense of true dragon, which confronted the devil's sound.

At this moment, it seemed as if the battlefield was full of demons joining forces to kill the real dragon. The demon shadows covered the sky, and the real dragon soared up, roaring continuously.

Futu Yijing took a step forward, and in an instant a terrifying bloody energy swept across the sky and earth like a storm.

Another step, the earth trembled, the roar continued, the evil shadow raged wildly, but was completely blocked by the bright figure.

Futu Yijing quickened his pace and continued to move forward with unstoppable momentum.

The Demon Emperor stood in front of the formation, the first in the attack. He raised his hand and swung out a demonic palm.

Hundreds of demon generals behind him also raised their hands and swung out their magic palms.

Hundreds of devil hands gathered together. This place was filled with demons, suppressing the light. The dark demonic energy was dancing wildly. The demons stared at Futu Yijing one by one, and the terrifying dark fighting spirit pressed towards Futu Yijing madly.

"boom!!"

I saw the gathered devil's hands rushing straight towards Futu Yijing.

Futu Yijing did not slow down, he raised his hand and punched out, a fist mark with a dragon roar sounded and crushed towards the devil's hand.

"True Dragon Technique: True Dragon Fist!"

With a loud bang, the fist light shattered and the palm print was dispersed by this punch.

At this moment, Futu Yijing had already arrived in front of the Xuanmo Guards. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the head of a demon general.

He ignored the fear in the demon general's eyes, without any emotion, and exerted force with his arms, actually crushing the demon general's head.

In an instant, hundreds of demon generals rushed towards Futu Yijing, as if they were endless.

"A mayfly shakes a tree!" Futu Yijing Zhenlong's blood boiled and his dragon roar soared into the sky.

On his body, endless divine aura flickered between heaven and earth. With a sweep of his gun, everything was destroyed.

Futu Yijing took a big step forward and rushed into the Xuanmo Guard formation.

"Xuan Mo Wei, form a formation!!" the Demon Emperor who commanded the Xuan Mo Wei shouted. The Xuan Mo Wei received the instruction and responded quickly, forming a magic formation, and Futu Yijing was in the middle of it.

"Mysterious Demon Formation!! Seal!!"

As the Demon Emperor shouted, a dark light curtain enveloped Futu Yijing.

Futu Yijing also stopped and looked around quickly.

There was no light around, and Futu Yijing seemed to be in a dark place, and he was like a prisoner imprisoned there.

Suddenly, endless sound waves came from the Xuanmo Formation and penetrated into Futu Yijing's ears. In the darkness ahead, a figure walked out, with blood-colored demonic light all over his body.

The sound waves remained, and endless magic light shone on the demon shadow. Then the demon shadow stepped out and pounced towards Futu Yijing. The speed was so fast that it seemed like a ray of magic light. A simple and unpretentious punch was thrown out, as if it shook the past and present and penetrated the void.

This punch was filled with supreme demonic energy, suppressing the void of heaven and earth and breaking all laws.

Futu Yijing's whole body was flowing with brilliant light, and he threw a punch, which collided with the opponent's fist. At that moment, he felt that the opponent's fist was filled with monstrous demonic intent, which wanted to destroy his internal organs, as if infinite demonic power had penetrated into his body.

Futu Yijing groaned, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"This is the Xuanmo Formation. The power of countless demon generals is all bestowed on me. Here, I am the king!!"

The Demon Emperor's aura was extremely powerful, almost approaching that of a Xuan-level Demon Emperor.

Futu Yijing looked very ugly.

In front of him is a Demon Emperor who has taken advantage of the right time and place, and is also supported by a formation.

It is completely different from the battle between Futu Yijing and the Western Heaven War Emperor.

Now both sides are fighting to the death, and each has brought out their trump cards. Whoever lags behind in realm may fall into a disadvantage.

It may not be easy to kill the Demon Emperor in front of you, as half of the spiritual energy in the Human Emperor Seal will be sucked away.

In this way, this expedition may not last very long.

What's more, this is the Demonic Realm, and the sky and earth are filled with demonic energy that they cannot absorb.

The more Reiki you use, the less it will be.

Heizi and Baizi also felt the crisis of their bodies. Their faces looked extremely ugly and the magic spells in their hands were running frantically.

But these two Demon Emperors obviously would not give them the opportunity to support Futu Yijing.

Seeing Futu Yijing being sealed in the Xuanmo Formation, the morale of the two Demon Emperors soared and their attacks became more powerful.

"Damn it!" Black and White looked a little embarrassed.

On the other side, Yijian Tianzun and others were fighting with Fanxuan Demon Emperor and obviously could not take care of that side.

They didn't expect that the other party actually had this trick, and their expressions were extremely serious.

Futu Yijing raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his spear, and his eyes were cold.

"If you want to kill me in this formation, then try it!"

With his right hand pressing down on the spear, a small half of the spiritual power in the Human Emperor Seal was absorbed into Futu Yijing's body, and then all of it was poured into the spear.

"I got you from my ancestors, and it's time to make you famous." Futu Yijing murmured in a low voice.

The spear seemed to sense Futu Yijing's determination, and the blood energy on the spear burst out instantly. Several shadows of the Demon Emperor were released and blessed Futu Yijing.

Futu Yijing's eyes turned blood red, and his long black hair instantly turned bright red.

"Futu Qingtian Spear, help me kill the demon!!" Futu Yijing shouted in a low voice.

“True Dragon Magic: Black Dragon Breaks the Sky!!”

(End of this chapter)