Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

But the crowd did not stop because they knew that this was only the first step.

The Heavenly Light Curtain is like a thick city wall. After being severely damaged by external forces, a large area has now become as thin as a cicada's wing and extremely fragile.

It will take time to completely restore it to its former strength.

We need to make up for the imperfections bit by bit, like an ant gnawing at a bone.

From then on, Ye Chen seemed to have transformed into a steadfast guardian, leading the members of the Tiandao to carry out repair work in front of the light curtain day after day.

They forgot the passage of time and had only one belief in their hearts, which was to make the light curtain shine with its unbreakable glory again.

They were temporarily too busy to take care of the affairs of the entire fairy world, so they left it to Miaofa Immortal Emperor and others to handle.

Today's fairy world is unified and peaceful, with almost no danger.

Moreover, in order to support Ye Chen and his team in repairing the Heavenly Light Curtain, the entire fairy world worked together and all kinds of precious resources were sent continuously.

Provide them with plenty of energy so they don’t have to worry about the consequences.

After the eight clones stayed here for a while, they saw that the Heavenly Light Curtain had been initially healed, and then they began to take action.

The eight of them joined forces to set up a powerful secret formation around here.

Their movements were skillful and swift, each gesture contained profound mysteries, and each injection of power made the formation even more mysterious.

This formation is like an invisible protective shield, hiding the weak points here to prevent other demons from discovering them.

After doing all this, the eight of them looked at each other and saw determination and resoluteness in each other's eyes.

Then, they flashed and turned into eight black shadows and quickly left.

They must go back and report the situation here to the devil. This is a game of dancing with death.

If they delay too long and attract the attention of the demon god, their identities will be exposed.

In this cruel demonic realm, once their identities are exposed, they will inevitably face death.

They are like eight lonely warriors, shouldering a mission, walking towards the endless depths of darkness, at all costs for the peace of the fairy world.

When the eight clones left, the demon clone, the immortal clone and the weak water clone used the art of disguise to quietly change their own aura and appearance.

The devil's incarnation transformed into a burly Demon Emperor, named the Bloodthirsty Demon Emperor. He was dressed in a black robe as black as ink, with strange magic patterns embroidered on it with dark gold threads, which seemed to be wriggling slightly as if they had life, emitting a terrifying aura.

The undead clone transformed into the Dark Demon Emperor, with a layer of faint gray-white mist lingering around his body.

The mist lingered like a ghost, and his eyes flashed with a cold blue light, as if he came from the lord of the underworld.

The Weak Water clone is like a demon emperor walking out of the deep sea, named Black Water Demon Emperor, and there seem to be rippling water waves around his body.

Every fluctuation carries a deep and mysterious power, and the dark magic armor reflects a strange light under the sunlight.

The other five clones that transformed into the appearance of the Demon Lord also had their own characteristics.

Some have bulging muscles and dark red skin, like steel tempered by fire;

Some were slender and agile, their purple robes dancing in the wind, their eyes flashing with cunning and fierce light;

Some have ferocious faces and curved sharp horns on their heads.

Every step left deep footprints on the ground, as if the earth was shaking.

They headed towards the Demon God City. On the way to the Demon God City, the scene of the entire Demon Emperor Realm gradually unfolded before their eyes.

I saw countless cities dotted like stars on this vast and desolate land.

However, these cities are of different sizes and are distributed in an orderly manner, like a messy chess game with some mysterious rules.

Those large cities have walls that tower into the clouds, and the bricks and stones of the walls are huge and heavy.

Each piece is engraved with ancient magic patterns, which flash dark red light in the sun or moonlight, as if the guardian of the city is whispering about the blood and glory of the past.

The city gate was like the mouth of a giant beast, wide and eerie, with huge magic crystals inlaid on it.

It emits strange energy fluctuations, allowing anyone who gets close to it to feel the oppressive force.

On the city wall, there is a watchtower at regular intervals, guarded by demon soldiers wearing black armor.

The spikes and sharp blades on the armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like gods of war from hell.

These soldiers have eyes as sharp as lightning and are watching everything around them vigilantly. The weapons in their hands are always ready to attack any invading enemy.

The smaller cities, on the other hand, appeared somewhat dilapidated and crude.

Although the city wall is not high, it also bears mottled marks left by the years.

Occasionally, there are a few unknown black vines climbing on the wall, and the vines are covered with sharp thorns, as if they are a natural defense.

The city gate is made of thick iron and wood, covered with marks of knives and axes, telling of the countless battles it has experienced.

Most of the buildings in the city are built with black stones. The houses have different shapes and some are crooked, as if they will collapse at any time.

Some are closely connected, forming narrow and deep alleys, which are filled with a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.

On the roads between these cities, there were large numbers of demons, bustling about.

There were tall demon giants, whose every step made the ground tremble slightly. They carried huge maces on their shoulders, with dried blood still on them.

There are the agile Shadow Clan who move freely among the crowd like ghosts, with the daggers in their hands flashing with deadly cold light.

There were also magic cavalrymen riding magic wolves, whose eyes flashed bloodthirsty red light and whose fangs looked terrifying in the sun. The cavalrymen waved their spears and let out bursts of whistles.

Battles often break out throughout the Demon Realm. In this demon world where strength is respected, fighting is commonplace.

Not far away, two demons were arguing for some unknown reason.

One of them was a winged demon, his wings flashing with colorful light.

Holding a jewel-studded magic wand in his hand, he muttered something, and shot black magic beams towards the other party.

His opponent was a member of the Demon Scale Clan whose body was covered with scales, which shone with a metallic luster in the sun.

He flashed and easily avoided the magic beam, then rushed towards the demons like a cannonball.

The huge axe in his hand chopped down fiercely with a sound of breaking wind, and every attack brought up a cloud of dust.

The surrounding demons just watched indifferently, as if this battle was just a boring farce in their eyes.

Only when both sides in the battle demonstrated their great strength would they cast a glance of awe or greed.

In this chaotic and cruel land, the eight clones are like eight mysterious passers-by. They hide under disguise and observe everything silently.

Continue moving towards the Demon City, where what awaits them will be even more brutal challenges and an unknown fate.

After more than ten days of flying, they successfully arrived at the Demon City.

From afar, the Demon City looked like a prehistoric beast lurking in the darkness, emitting a terrifying aura.

The city walls towered into the sky, and every piece of black brick and stone seemed to be soaked in blood, faintly emitting a bloody smell, which was the trace left by war and killing over countless years.

On the city wall, there is a ferocious statue of monster at every interval.

They bared their fangs and claws, with a strange red light flashing in their empty eye sockets, as if they were watching every living creature that approached, ready to pounce and tear it to pieces at any time.

Stepping into the Demon City is like entering a dark world.