Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

The demon's internal organs were scattered everywhere, the slippery intestines, broken livers, and minced meat mixed together, forming a disgusting picture.

The flames burned in the blood, burning some of the demon's corpses into charcoal. The pungent smell of burnt and blood mixed together and filled the air.

Some of the demons who were swallowed by the space cracks had their bodies cut off, with half of their bodies outside the space cracks, still struggling frantically.

His hands grasped the ground helplessly, leaving a trail of blood, until the last bit of life disappeared.

Lightning shuttled through the blood rain, and every time it hit the demons, it left charred marks and smoking wounds on their bodies.

The demons that were shattered by the attack of the weak water incarnation, the water dragon, had their body fragments floating on the blood lake with the current, like the wreckage of a broken ship.

The entire space is like Hell, a bloody slaughterhouse where death and fear are intertwined.

In just a short period of time, all the demons in this space except the three Demon Emperors were killed.

The entire space was filled with violent energy fluctuations, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Since the immortal clone has blocked this space, there is no fluctuation outside.

This bloody massacre seemed to be hidden in a dark corner isolated from the world and would not attract anyone's attention.

Only the debris on the ground and the gradually dissipating energy fluctuations told of the tragic massacre that had taken place here.

At this moment, there were still three Demon Emperors lying on the ground, dying.

Their hearts were filled with fear. They had never imagined that the eight people in front of them were all Demon Emperors.

What surprised them even more was why they attacked themselves?

They had also confirmed again and again that the eight people in front of them were indeed demons.

It is absolutely impossible for immortal cultivators to do this by disguising themselves, because the demonic energy they release is not cultivated at all, but is carried by themselves.

Moreover, they had observed carefully and found that this was indeed the bloodline of the demon clan, and it was impossible for a cultivator to pretend to be one.

However, everything in front of us can prove that these eight people are from the fairy world and are not real demons at all.

Countless questions filled the minds of the three people, and their bloodshot eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger.

The Immortal Clone, the Ancestral Dragon Clone and the Wood Clone came directly in front of the three Demon Emperors without any hesitation and quickly searched their souls.

Powerful memories quickly flooded into their sea of ​​consciousness, and they quickly understood the general situation of the Demon Realm.

The reason they did this was because they were new to the Demon Realm and knew nothing about this place.

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in a hundred battles. You must have a sufficient understanding of them to achieve your goals.

Not long after, the three of them read their memories and had a basic overview of the Demon Realm.

The structure of the Demon Realm is similar to that of the Immortal Realm, and is also divided into nine levels.

Each layer of the Demon Realm is called a realm, which is divided into nine realms in total. From the memories of several Demon Emperors, we have some understanding of each realm.

In the Demonic Blood Realm, the sky was a dark blood red, as if stained with endless blood.

The ground was cracked, and rivers of boiling blood flowed in the cracks, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

From time to time, the blood river would spew out huge columns of blood, like the roar of a devil.

The surrounding mountains seemed to be made up of huge blood clots, crumbling. Occasionally, huge rocks rolled down, bringing with them a wisp of blood mist.

The creatures here are all born in the river of blood. Their bodies are twisted and their eyes flash with bloodthirsty red light. Blood and violence are the only rules here.

The Demonic Flame Realm is like a huge furnace, and the air is burning.

The whole world was shrouded in blazing demonic fire, and the flames took on strange colors, including dark blue, pale green, and blood purple.

The ground was boiling magma, constantly rolling and bubbling, like a devil's giant mouth, ready to swallow everything at any time.

The firestorm raged between heaven and earth, reducing everything to ashes wherever it went.

The creatures here are covered with hard scales that can withstand high temperatures, but they also become extremely violent in the flames.

Their attacks carry the power of fire, which can instantly ignite the enemy and make it struggle in painful burning.

The Demonic Mist Realm is shrouded in thick demonic fog all year round, and the fog is a disgusting gray-black color.

The fog was filled with an eerie atmosphere, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching.

Visibility was extremely low, and only some vague outlines could be seen occasionally. Those were trees that had been eroded and deformed by the magic fog, their branches like twisted arms, baring their fangs and claws.

The magical beasts here shuttle silently in the fog. They can blend into the magic fog and launch attacks unexpectedly.

Use fangs and sharp claws to tear apart the prey, and the screams of the prey will be quickly drowned out in the fog.

The Demonic Sand Realm is an endless desert, but the sand is not of ordinary color, but as black as ink.

The howling wind blew up black sand all over the sky, cutting everything like a sharp blade.

Sandstorms occur frequently, covering the entire sky and earth, and can move entire sand dunes in an instant.

Occasionally, there are huge sand pits in the desert, which are filled with sharp bone spurs, and if you fall into them, you will be pierced.

Most of the creatures here lurk under the sand. Their bodies blend into the black sand and they will suddenly break out of the ground.

It uses its powerful force to drag its prey to the sandy bottom, where it is slowly devoured in the darkness.

The Demon Blade Realm is a realm of death shrouded in endless terror.

This place is filled with infinite strong winds, which are like roars from the abyss of hell, carrying the power to destroy everything.

They raged across heaven and earth with overwhelming force, and wherever they passed, the space was torn into black cracks.

In the sky, a storm of blades was swirling like a giant meat grinder.

The blades spun at high speed in the storm, each one flashing a cold light, and they intertwined into an impenetrable web of death.

Wherever the storm goes, everything will be crushed into powder. Even hard rocks will be instantly cut into countless tiny pieces and dissipated in the wind.

The creatures here are covered with blade-like scales or spikes.

They shuttled freely between sharp blades and strong winds like ghosts in the darkness.

They feed on the pain of other creatures, those sharp claws and scales.

When attacking an enemy, it can easily tear apart the opponent's body, leaving countless deep wounds.

The blood will be blown away into blood mist in an instant by the strong wind, leaving the enemy struggling in severe pain until being swallowed by this cruel world.

The Demonic Cold Realm is a world of ice and snow, but the coldness here is far beyond imagination.

The snowflakes are as sharp as blades, and each one can cut the skin.

The glacier is towering into the clouds, but it has countless cracks, and from time to time it emits a terrifying roar, as if the glacier is groaning in pain.

There are many ice caves on the ice field, from which a biting cold wind blows, with ice-blue ghosts floating in the wind.

The creatures here are adapted to the extreme cold, and their bodies are covered with thick layers of ice.

Some can even control ice and snow, freezing their enemies in eternal cold, freezing their souls.

The Demon Realm is a dark territory. The sky is covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, but there is not a drop of rain.

The ground was charred black, covered with huge pits and gullies, as if they were the traces of the explosion of the devil's power.

There was a strong pressure all around, making it difficult to breathe.

There are many ancient castles here, and the walls of the castles are inlaid with countless skulls, exuding the breath of death.

The sky of the Demon Lord Realm is a hazy vortex, like a black hole in the universe, constantly swallowing up the surrounding light.

The earth is made of hard boulders, full of terrifying cracks and flashing strange lights, as if summoning unknown horrors.

There was a smell of decay in the air, and one could feel the erosion of evil forces with every step.