Necropolis Immortal

en up just like that?

“That kid’s strength comes from the two dragon veins.
Now that they’ve been destroyed, he’s lost all of his backing.
He’d be seeking death if he stayed to fight over that corpse.” The demon god sneered and exploded out of the Ichor Bog with a twist of his body.
Dividing into a hundred million versions of himself, he charged toward the dead divine sprit from all directions.

“Don’t even think about it!” hectored the nun.
The sword atlases behind her swiftly unfurled and coalesced into an enormous purple bell that clamped down over the corpse.

Upon the corpse, the image of the divine spirit was slowly dispersing to reveal its true form as a pair of kidneys.
The demon god’s copies came back together in the shape of a giant fist and pounded the purple sword bell.

Shivering, the energy rampaging over the sword bell shook fromy the blow.

“Hahahaha—” Arrogant laughter sounded from the demon god.
“You from the Purple Firmament! I might’ve actually been a little bit afraid of you if the Sword Bell was truly here.
You only practice its combat art, yet you dare think of stopping me?”

He took his regular form again and grabbed at the corpse.

“The Sword Bell may not be here, but the Sword Cauldron is,” sounded an incredibly aloof voice.

An enormous ripple rose in the world of the Emperor Sunflower as a large cauldron of aged bronze drifted down from the air.
More sword energy raged in the premises as it did so, filling the void.
The cauldron was as if a wheel of a blazing green sun, throwing off radiance almost on the level of the core of the Emperor Sunflower.

“The Sword Cauldron!! The Crimson Firmament!” shrieked the demon god when he saw the cauldron land.
“Is the Crimson Firmament also sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong?!”

Forebodingly dark, the nun withdrew her sword aura and stood frostily off to the side.

An elder dressed in flaming red dao robes laughed heartily on top of the sword cauldron. 

“If even those of the Purple Firmament can make a move on an organ of heaven and earth, why should my Crimson Firmament be constrained in any way?” He undid the enormous wine gourd at his waist, popped off the stopper, and took a mighty swig.
“It seems that the yin gods of the Green Firmament are the only ones not casting greedy eyes at something that belongs to another.

“Five thousand years ago, their Yu Mochou came here and injured the divine spirit at the price of sacrificing his soul.
Today, Yu Qinghun expends his true spirit to reignite that wound.
I reckon it won’t be long now before that little fellow follows in Yu Mochou’s footsteps.”

He took another swig.
“They all say that the yin gods of the Green Firmament are sanctimonious hypocrites, but I say those of the Purple Firmament are the true wolves in sheep’s clothing!”

A sharp gleam flashed through the elder’s eyes.
“Mo Yi is a constitution of heaven and earth and a divine girl of the great dao.
She should have lived her days free without fetter, but you, oh you Purple Firmament forcefully took her as a disciple…

“And now you fight over an organ of heaven and earth instead of safeguarding the world of immortals.
Today, this old man will enact justice on behalf of the heavens and destroy you spawn of evil!”

The sword cauldron beneath his feet trembled as he spoke and sent out countless sword lights that rushed at the nun.

Clang!!

A purple figure of a bell flashed across the nun and blocked all of the rays.

“Why does a fellow daoist of the Crimson Firmament fly into such a rage? The demon god is our mutual enemy,” rose a clear voice.