Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

There was a determined look on their faces and their eyes revealed hatred for the demons.

In a remote valley, a small team was advancing cautiously.

Suddenly, their spiritual sense detected something unusual and immediately flew away.

When they came to a cave, they found several injured cultivators inside.

These cultivators looked pale and their bodies were covered with wounds, having obviously experienced a fierce battle.

"Are you guys okay?"

The members of the small team hurried forward and helped the injured cultivator up.

An injured cultivator said weakly.

"The demons are too powerful. We almost died in their hands."

"Don't worry, we are here to rescue you. Now you are safe, come with us, join the Heavenly Dao, and fight against the demons together."

The injured cultivators heard their words and showed gratitude in their eyes.

They nodded and followed the small group out of the cave.

In another place, a small team was fighting a fierce battle with a group of demons.

These demons are tall, have ferocious faces, and exude powerful magical powers.

"kill!"

The members of the small team shouted and rushed towards the demons.

They brandished their weapons, released powerful magic, and fought a desperate battle with the demons.

The demons were not to be outdone. They roared, brandished sharp magic weapons, and pounced on the members of the small team.

The battle was extremely fierce, with both sides fighting back and forth and neither side giving in.

During the battle, a member of the small team was unfortunately hit by a demon and fell to the ground.

There was a pained look on his face, but he didn't give up.

He struggled to get up and continued to fight the demons.

After a hard battle, the small team finally defeated the demons.

There were tired but relieved smiles on their faces.

They knew that although the battle was won, there would be more challenges waiting for them in the future.

In various places in the Fifth Heaven, such battles and rescue operations are constantly going on.

The small team composed of Tiandao members and everyone else is working hard for the future of the Fifth Heaven with their courage and wisdom.

Ye Chen and Xiao Lingtian have gone through countless days and nights of hard training. Their cultivation is like spring seedlings, growing quietly and vigorously.

The aura surrounding his body became increasingly majestic and profound, as if it could shake the heaven and earth.

They know very well that in this land shrouded in the shadow of demons, only by constantly climbing to the peak of strength can they lead the heroes and build a solid line of defense against the iron hooves of the demons.

When the last trace of demon blood was ruthlessly devoured by the two, it was the corpse that once symbolized the enemy.

Under the tacit gaze of the two, it was engulfed by the raging flames, turned into ashes all over the sky, and scattered with the wind, as if announcing to the world that darkness will eventually be swallowed up by light.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Chen and Xiao Lingtian looked at each other. There was no need for words. The tacit understanding had been deeply engraved in each other's souls.

They chose a path that was both unknown and challenging.

Their bodies stretched out like two streaks of lightning that cut through the sky, quickly rushing towards the distant horizon.

All that is left are a series of firm and resolute footprints that slowly dissipate on the earth, heralding that a more magnificent journey is about to begin.

The scenery along the way passed by their eyes, but none of them could attract them to stop for a moment.

As time went on, more and more like-minded people were rescued and joined the Tiandao.

The power of heaven is also growing stronger.

The demon clan, under the attack of the members of the Heavenly Dao and everyone else, gradually fell into trouble.

However, Xuanmo still did not appear.

He is like a demon hiding in the dark, who may bring fatal threat to the Fifth Heaven at any time.

Ye Chen knew that they had to find Xuanmo as soon as possible to completely end this war between immortals and demons.

Ye Chen and Xiao Lingtian were like the brightest two stars in the night sky, cutting through the sky with the force of thunder.

Their figures were so fast that it was hard to keep up with them, and they could touch the invisible boundary.

Tearing the vast void into invisible cracks.

There was a suppressed and urgent atmosphere in the air, and the two men's faces were tense.

His eyes were filled with unquestionable firmness and indomitable determination.

They each pushed their spiritual power to the extreme, and the invisible divine thoughts were like two vast and boundless nets.

Delicate and tough, it spreads silently around, not leaving out every inch of space, searching for any clues that might be hidden.

This is not only a contest of speed, but also a game of wisdom and perception.

Time passes slowly in this tense and delicate balance, and every second of waiting is like a heavy hammer hitting the heart.

Finally, in an area that seemed calm but had undercurrents, the two people's consciousness detected something unusual at the same time.

It was a sect that was small in scale but once peaceful and far-reaching.

At this moment, an ominous haze shrouded the sky, and the harmony and tranquility of the past were completely swallowed up by a cold and violent atmosphere.

Within the sect, demonic shadows could be vaguely seen; they were either laughing wildly or conspiring in low voices, turning this once pure land into a hotbed of blood and killing.

Ye Chen and Xiao Lingtian looked at each other. Without saying anything, they already understood each other's determination.

The two men stretched out their bodies, like two lightning bolts cutting through the night sky, and headed straight for the sect shrouded in demonic shadows, vowing to dispel the darkness and restore clarity to the world.

In this land shrouded in gloom, the remains of immortal cultivators are scattered around, like withered stars, stretching across the boundless despair.

Blood, the original color of life, has now turned into an unbridled torrent, wantonly drawing a shocking red on the land, dyeing every inch of space miserable and weird.

Some of those departed eyes were wide open, frozen in eternal astonishment and unwillingness, as if still telling of the longing for unfulfilled dreams and the struggle against the injustice of fate.

Some have faces distorted to the extreme, with a trace of indescribable pain remaining at the corners of their mouths. That is the last groan from the depths of their souls and the most realistic portrayal of the cruelty of the world.

And beside this painting woven of death, the demons are at ease.

Their figures are either as tall as pine trees or leaning lazily, and the smiles on their faces are cold and cruel.

Like a flower of evil blooming from the abyss, it declares the conquest and contempt of this land.

There was a strange light flashing in their eyes, a frenzy for killing and a desire for power.

It was as if what had just been completed was just a trivial game, a feast to highlight the meaning of their existence.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and unwillingness, but it failed to shake the demons' cold will and ruthless steps in the slightest.

On this land stained with blood, an ancient drama of survival, destruction and rebirth is being performed.

All of this indicates that a more magnificent story is about to begin.

One of the demons kicked the corpse on the ground and let out a disgusting laugh, as if he was mocking the weakness of these cultivators.

When Ye Chen and Xiao Lingtian witnessed this scene, the anger in their hearts erupted like a volcano, instantly becoming extremely intense.

The ice of reason is completely melted, and replaced by endless coldness and determination.

At this moment, their eyes seemed to turn into cold stars piercing through the night, flashing with unquestionable sharpness.

Without hesitation, he penetrated the constraints of space and shot straight into the depths of the sect where demonic energy lingered.

Their bodies moved, like two silver lightning bolts cutting through the sky. Ye Chen and Xiao Lingtian shuttled through chaos and despair at a speed beyond the comprehension of mortals.

Their movements were precise and deadly, without the slightest delay. Every time the sword was swung, it was the whisper of death, mercilessly reaping the lives of the demons.

Those demons were either shocked or arrogant; they had not expected such a swift attack.