Chapter 1200 - 1199: Demon Sect Gathering

"Daoist Monarch Bai Gu!"

A frenzy erupted among the crowd.

It is said.

This old demon's original form was a fragment of a Celestial Immortal's soul, later attaching to a set of white bones, attaining the Dao through those bones, becoming a demon for two lifetimes, with immeasurable power, creating the Saint Bone Sect, his strength rivaling the Eight-faced Buddha.

"Why would he come here?"

"Could it be, the Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness intend to fight in succession?"

At this thought.

The faces of the Celestial South Cultivators changed all at once.

"Daoist Monarch Bai Gu is here!" Some Demon Cultivators showed ecstatic joy.

With such top-level Demon Cultivators blocking the way ahead, they were relieved from facing the Celestial South Fierce God directly.

But more Demon Cultivators frowned silently: "However, Daoist Monarch Bai Gu's power only matches the Eight-faced Buddha's, and even the Eight-faced Buddha was defeated. How could he alone withstand Ye Qingchen?"

"Indeed…"

Many Demon Cultivators, seeing the situation unfavorable, were already preparing to leave.

Having witnessed Ye Qingchen's prowess.

They no longer dared to trust the strength of the leader of the Twelve Demon Sects.

Meanwhile, among the Celestial South Cultivators.

They too started to recover from the initial panic, especially Ying Chutian of the Cyan Flame Sect, who coldly smiled at his disciples:

"Daoist Monarch Bai Gu is the leader of the Saint Bone Sect, with formidable strength. His white bones are said to be the remains of a Holy Land Celestial Immortal who excelled in Body Refining Technique before death, comparable to a fierce beast. After Daoist Monarch Bai Gu's tempering, they are far superior to ordinary Body Refining Powerhouses!"

"Even the Eight-faced Buddha could only defeat him but not kill him!"

"Too bad, his opponent is Mr. Ye!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd nodded repeatedly.

The Eight-faced Buddha was so powerful, yet he still fell at the hands of Ye Qingchen! Not to mention Daoist Monarch Bai Gu, who is slightly less formidable!

However.

Before the words were finished.

A dragon roar suddenly emanated from the void, as the world around seemed to dim as if night had fallen. The crowd looked up in shock to witness a Four-winged Demon Dragon descending with wings spread, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

On the massive head of the Demon Dragon stood a burly middle-aged man. The man stood with arms folded, his robe flowing in the wind, his gaze blazing: "Mr. Ye, I have long admired your name! These people can leave, but you must remain!"

His voice, thunderous, carried the wild aura of the dragon demon, cascading downwards.

"Celestial Dragon Cave, Ye Jingzhou!"

Su Moran frowned.

"Haha, he is the Celestial South Fierce God; why would he heed your words? Be careful or you might be killed like the Eight-faced Buddha!" Yet another laugh echoed directly from the void, as the crowd looked again, the high sky had unknowingly been covered by a boundless blood cloud.

Above the blood cloud, a terrifying visage appeared, like a god viewing the world.

As Ye Qingchen gazed over.

The massive face in the blood cloud, half-smiled as it said:

"I am the Blood Sword Ancestor of Blood Sword Mountain!"

At this moment.

Su Moran was utterly shocked.

She had thought only Daoist Monarch Bai Gu would come, and Ye Qingchen might prevail. If two come, perhaps he might safely retreat! But now three had come, making things truly troublesome.

"Three Demon Sect leaders here personally? Is this…"

"Are they teaming up against Mr. Ye?"

The Celestial South Cultivators were also pale-faced, their mood plunging from heights to depths.

On the other side, the Demon Cultivators fell into great joy.

The swings of fortune.

Beyond their imagination!

"Sixth Elder, why are all these Western Wilderness demons gathered here!" Feeling the overwhelming and frenzied pressure that swept down, the Cyan Flame Sect members' teeth chattered uncontrollably.

"Don't worry, it's only the three of them! What kind of divine techniques does Mr. Ye possess to fear these people?"

Ying Chutian thumped his chest, reassuring his disciples.

In fact.

Even he wasn't sure.

Only thinking.

Even if Ye Qingchen isn't a match for these three old demons, he can at least retreat intact. As long as Ye Qingchen lives, he will have the chance to return in strength. These Western Wilderness Old Demons can't possibly stay together continuously, then Ye Qingchen can calmly eliminate the Twelve Demon Sects one by one!

Not only Ying Chutian believed this, almost all the Celestial South Cultivators present thought the same.

'Impossible, this is just the beginning!'

Only Candle Snake shook his head silently.

But.

Just as this thought flickered in everyone's mind.

"Namo Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant suddenly sounded from the void.

"What is this?"

At this instant.

The crowd was struck with shock.

In the astonished eyes of the crowd.

A massive black Great Sun Buddha, suspended with a black Underworld Sun behind its head, with a thousand arms, seated on a black lotus platform, tore through the void, appearing fiercely in the depths of everyone's gaze!

Demon Tathagata!

The black Underworld Sun revealed in the void, like a black hole, capable of devouring all existence!

"The fourth one!"

The crowd erupted in a frenzy.

Then.

The fifth one!

The sixth one!

The seventh one!

The eighth one!

...

Until the last one, with red hair like angry flames raging, carrying a heavy sword, a Ghost God appeared, the vast heavens and earth fell into turmoil.

The Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness.

Except for the fallen Eight-faced Buddha, all had gathered here.

"Are they teaming up?"

"They say, from ancient times, the Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness never get along, holding deadly grudges, fighting endlessly! Never appearing in the same region, could they really be teaming up!"

"A desperate killing arena, a desperate killing arena indeed! They're clearly targeting Ye Qingchen!"

In the field.

Regardless of Western Wilderness Demon Sect or Celestial South Cultivators, there was an uproar.

This scene.

Already beyond their comprehension.

"I suspected this would happen all along!"

Candle Snake gazed at the scene above.

Ever since that night, seeing these eleven old demons sweep over Taotian Palace's skies, he had vaguely anticipated this event.

"This, this…"

Ying Chutian couldn't even speak, his pupils contracted to extremes. Gazing at the sky where eleven varied figures circled, some human, some ghostly, but all indisputably ancient demons occupying their domains, top-level Earth Immortals.

Feeling at this moment, like a small rabbit surrounded by tens of ferocious tigers.

And everyone else too felt their hearts sink into the abyss.

Eleven old demons on par with the Eight-faced Buddha had appeared, surrounding the skies; even Ye Qingchen might not escape!

"Ye Qingchen, you never expected us to come!" Daoist Monarch Bai Gu laughed loudly, hands behind his back.

"Indeed, never expected!" Ye Qingchen's expression was calm, as he swept his gaze over the sky, at the multitude of figures, "The Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness, gathering for me alone, truly an honor!"

"Ye Qingchen, we are here today to borrow something from you!" Manipulating the gigantic visage with a thousand arms, Demon Tathagata clasped his hands, half-smiling.

"What is it?"

Ye Qingchen replied coolly.

"Your life!"

Demon Tathagata suddenly opened his eyes, releasing fierce light.

In that moment.

All eleven top-level old demons gazed intently, with killing intent laid bare.

Between heaven and earth, deathly silence ensued.