Rebirth in the Soul Street: Becoming a Demon King in Another World

"All we have to do is find Azazel's soul and destroy it, right?" Cao Yanling looked at Tiezu.

"Of course!" Tiezu nodded.

As for consciousness, even among the gods, few people dabble in it. Generally, once the soul is destroyed, there will be complete death.

"Then just wipe out its soul directly. There is no need to enter the spirit ball."

Cao Yanling's words made Tiezu frown. Even with his divine sense, he couldn't detect the location of Azazel's soul in the spirit ball. Could this kid do it?

"Can you find the location of his soul?"

"Yes!" Cao Yanling said firmly.

"Then boss, let's hurry up. Judging from the speed, that guy is about to re-establish contact with the behemoth." Jira spoke at the right time.

"What do you want us to do?" Frode stepped forward and asked.

"You guys attract Azazel's attention, Cao Yanbing will come with me..."

"Come on, kid, you'd better be able to find the location of Azazel's soul." Tiezu put his hands behind his back and flew into the air on his sword again.

Then, Jira spread its four wings and took off; the wings of the water butterfly behind Frode condensed and took off into the air with Xila.

"Exile, do you really think you have won?"

In the lightning-like spiritual power that filled the sky, the Iron Soldier proudly soared into the air, hovering in front of Azazel's huge spiritual body, standing on the sword with his hands behind his back.

"Hahaha, it's just an incarnation. Who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?"

As Azazel's connection with the Behemoth slowly recovered, his momentum grew stronger, and when he raised his hand, the space trembled.

"The Sword God of the Yunting Divine Clan, right? Don't worry, I will return to the Divine Realm and get rid of you myself."

"You?" Tiezu sneered. "You are just an exiled rat!"

As the Iron Soldier's momentum grew, a sword tomb descended into the world. Thousands of sword spirits circled behind him, forming a sword domain of its own.

"Take my sword first!" The iron soldier held the nameless sword high above his head.

In an instant, the sword domain shrank, and the power of thousands of sword souls was all returned to Wuming. At the same time, the sword god behind him turned into a white light and merged into it!

"You have some skills... but, in the face of absolute power, they are all useless!"

The sharp feeling emanating from Wuming made Azazel praise it.

But he only used a huge amount of spiritual power to condense a spirit ball, the power of which was far greater than the sword in the hands of the iron soldier.

"Strength can't solve everything!" Tiezu sneered and swung his sword down.

This sword embodies the power of the Sword God and thousands of sword spirits. It is undoubtedly the strongest sword in the underworld!

The sword falls, splitting the sky!

Different from the space of that realm when the shadow maze was cut open, this is truly cutting open the space of the underworld.

——Sword God·Slash

Zheng!

The sword's sound shook the air, and the crack in space turned into a sword mark, cutting off the huge spirit ball along with Azazel's body with one sword!

"Well, you have some skills!" Azazel was also surprised, and then laughed wildly. "But it's useless. My king is now immortal!"

"Is that so!" A violent voice sounded, and the fire-eating lizard opened its mouth and sucked, swallowing the severed part of Azazel's body into its stomach in one gulp.

Then he opened his mouth and blew out red smoke, covering the entire sky. In the red smoke, the roaring shadow of a ferocious beast could be vaguely seen.

——Fire-eating thorns·Fat Relic's true form

On the other side, huge waves hung in the sky, and several deep-sea lords roared and broke through the air.

——Water of Destruction·Tide of the Deep Sea

"Since you want to die, then come on!"

The moment the space crack disappeared, Azazel, supported by a huge amount of spiritual power, recovered his body and rushed towards the giant beast!

……

In his eyes, the soul source magic circle was spinning, and in the fallen spirit ball, Azazel's soul was as dazzling as the sun.

"Cao Yanbing, now the combined strength of the two of us should surpass Wu Jian!"

Cao Yanling raised his hand, and the demonic storm in his hand moved along a specific trajectory, swirling and compressing.

"Of course, our strength is not simply one plus one!"

Cao Yanbing also raised his hand, and the Formless Fire Emperor roared out, and the four-colored flames intertwined and merged.

Where the fierce wind and the blazing flames met, under the guidance of the two consciousnesses of the same frequency, they merged perfectly! A dark red sphere slowly took shape between the two palms.

"Since it's targeting the soul, let's add some ingredients." Cao Yanling narrowed his eyes.

Soul source magic emerged from the dark red sphere, sprinkling white light and giving the sphere a layer of white halo.

"Chance!"

A certain moment!

The mixed voice suddenly sounded, an interweaving of indifference and defiance, like the whisper of death!

The next moment, a dark red sphere burst out, and a halo bloomed in the overflowing wind, like an eye of a god!

——The Eye of the Flame God·The Soul-Destroying Dead Line

boom--

The sound of the sonic boom broke the sky, and wherever the Flame God's Eye of the Wind passed, tiny space cracks opened up and spread like a spider web, like a line of death across the sky.

"What……"

Rumble!

The Flame God's Wind Eye slammed violently into the spirit ball.

"……thing!"

Like a fleeting meteor, before Azazel's soul could even react, death had already come quietly!

Wow!

After a few breaths, the fallen spirit ball exploded, and the essence of spiritual power filled the sky and fell like rain.

But the power of corruption contained in it forced people to hide away, and only the fire-eating lizard opened its mouth wide and swallowed greedily.

"Has all the power of the godhead been destroyed?"

The iron soldier caught the flying Sumeru Divine Pearl in his palm and was extremely surprised.

"I will take the Xumi God Clan away. Let's say goodbye today!" The iron soldier pondered for a moment in the air and flew away on his sword.

"Next time we meet, I won't show mercy."

……

In the human world, somewhere in the ancient Egyptian desert, the yellow sand surged, and a deep vortex slowly emerged.

puff!

A figure shot out from the vortex of yellow sand and plunged into the desert.

"Damn, damn!"

Amid the flying yellow sand, another tall, translucent figure emerged and grabbed the neck of the person flying out of the whirlpool.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault. Now I don't even have the power of godhood!" Anubis roared, his face ferocious, no longer with the condescending attitude.

"ridiculous!"

However, the person in his hand laughed out loud. "Hahaha, ridiculous, is this a god?... It's obvious that I'm not as strong as him..."

"Shut up, you clown!" Anubis increased the strength in his hands again.

"Hahaha, Anubis, if you have the guts, just kill me! If you kill me, just wait to dissipate in this desert. Don't forget, you are now living in my body...

Besides, the destruction of the power of the Godhead is not without benefits. You are now completely out of Azazel’s control…”

"Asshole! What do you mean?..."

The violent yellow sand was flying in the desert, causing a devastating sandstorm that spread across the entire desert.

Even if he has lost the power of corruption of his godhead, Azazel is still the monarch of the yellow sand!

"This sandstorm is not formed naturally..." At the edge of the sandstorm, a man wearing a simple white cloth and a white scarf on his head stood in front of the sandstorm, thinking for a moment.

The second strongest man in the Ancient Egyptian Alliance, with top-level combat power, Manfu!

"I'll resist the sandstorm, you go in and take a look."

As he finished speaking, a space vortex emerged from behind Manfu, and a giant beast with a sphinx's body and a human face stepped out.

[Guardian Spirit: The Spirit of the Sphinx]

"Okay, I haven't hunted in a long time." At the side, a figure in golden armor smiled bloodthirstily and suddenly rushed into the sandstorm.

The third strongest in the Ancient Egyptian Alliance, with top-level combat power, Nice!