Demoness, where are you Fleeing to? -
Chapter 318 - 268: Making You Weep Blood, Nightingale (Climax Seeking Monthly Tickets)_1
Chapter 318: Chapter 268: Making You Weep Blood, Nightingale (Climax Seeking Monthly Tickets)_1
Dicheng Xie Kun’s flesh and blood exploded in less than an instant, a giant Tengshe quickly manifested ten feet away, his eyes filled with incredulity and fury, crimson flames erupted from his nostrils.
"You’re merely a newly promoted heavenly-level being, your realm isn’t even stable yet--"
Boom!
A Fangtian Huaji fell from the sky with an incomparably domineering momentum, turning half of the Tengshe’s body again into bloody residue.
Jiang Yunqi’s figure was elusive, flitting about uncertainly within the Under Palace hall.
"Even so, Jiang has more than enough power to kill you!"
Not far away, Jiang Hanyun looked at the scene before her in astonishment. She tried to track her father’s movements with her eyes but found that she couldn’t even catch his shadow.
At this moment, Jiang Hanyun felt her heart flutter.
She was thinking about how powerful the blending of ice and thunder actually was--
It’s been nearly three hundred years since Dicheng Xie Kun entered the heavenly level, yet the result of these two clashing was that of absolute domination, a one-sided crushing!
"Deluded dreamer!"
Xie Kun roared in anger, and as he again manifested his body in the form of Tengshe, the temperature in the Under Palace rose once more. Coordinating with the Drought Demon, the surrounding stone walls began to gradually melt into magma.
"You want to match my teleportation skills? My Tengshe escape technique is not weaker than yours!"
His snake body began to morph, appearing to be real light, flickering about in the Under Palace. But in a mere moment, a shadow of the battle axe came from the sky, once again slashing his snake body to pieces. The bloody rain in the sky ignited into a blaze.
Jiang Yunqi at this moment, only sneered lightly, "The problem is your Light Style, it’s too trashy."
He remembered Li Xuan once told him that light was actually only a type of electromagnetic wave, also within the category of Thunder Style.
Yet Xie Kun’s so-called ’Light Style’, couldn’t transform into real light, thus unable to fulfill its true purpose.
"Bastard!" Xie Kun’s body recovered once again, but there was now a hint of fear and weakness in his serpent eyes.
Jiang Yunqi’s ice and thunder Wuyi has reached the Hun level, close to its peak. Even Xie Kun couldn’t quickly dispel it out of his body, let alone have an infinite amount of Yuan Qi to recover his body.
Against all hope, in just a blink, a Fangtian Huaji carrying a thunderbolt came roaring from the void once more, an unstoppable force, and in just a moment, scattered his flesh and blood.
However, on the other side, Li Xuan slightly frowned. As he rapidly dodged and teleported, he kept his focus on the tomb gate.
At this moment, the Drought Demon blocking the tomb gate had completely transformed into a miniature sun.
Li Xuan suspected that the high temperature near the Drought Demon had reached tens of thousands of degrees.
This caused his threads to be unable to extend into the tomb gate. Even with the reinforcement of Great Rectitude, they would disintegrate upon contact.
"—By my wisdom, I am birthless and deathless, I am united with the Tathagata’s treasure. And the Tathagata’s treasure, purely splendid awakening, shines fully upon the realm of the law!"
Behind the Drought Demon, Zhenru was reciting Buddhist scriptures, forming a barrier of glazed color behind him, then looked at Li Xuan with a murderous gaze.
"I never expected that even at the moment of the Drought Demon’s completion, there could be people who could push me to such an awkward situation. But today I want to see how can withstand me, Li Xuan"
Li Xuan let out a long sigh, then his blood started to heat up. The magical instruments all over his body were shining brightly, teeming with Hao Qi.
"In hundreds of battles on the yellow sands, wearing a golden armor, never returned without breaking Lou Lan—"
This was a death defying technique that Li Xuan had comprehended by borrowing this poetry. It was a notion of life and death commitment—in the vast desert where countless battles had occurred, even the armor was worn down, but if the enemy was not completely defeated, there would be no turning back!
Even if it cost life span, even if it meant death here, it had to be successful!
However, just as Li Xuan’s Yi of the sword rose, he felt a new force growing within his body. It was the mana of a seventh level spell cultivator, although it wasn’t produced from himself, it was being controlled fluently by his Primordial Spirit.
Li Xuan quickly located the source, he turned his head and glanced at Xue Yunrou who had already retreated outside the hidden door.
Vice Master Zhang, who was only the size of a thumb, was also looking at Xue Yunrou who was holding the Spirit Secret with a strange expression in his eyes: "Yin-Yang Xuanji, Qiankun Jiefa? Yunrou, the price you’re paying is not light. This secret technique is a preparation for your future enlightenment, if he disappoints you in the future, you’ll have nowhere to cry—"
"I know what I’m doing." Xue Yunrou ignored him, holding the Spirit Secret in her hand, between her brows appeared a golden pattern, like a Yin-Yang Fish Diagram, slowly spinning.
On the other side, Li Xuan quickly looked away, the red beams of light continuously shot by the Drought Demon didn’t allow him to be distracted for long.
And at this time, those silver threads he shot had already covered again around the tomb gate.
"I wonder how long can your Zhenyuan hold out!"
Zhenru was trying to track Li Xuan’s figure with his eyes: "Just a mere fourth-level territory—"
Hiss!
This was the sound of blood gushing out. Zhenru looked stunned, only to find that his right arm, which he thought had been restored, had inexplicably separated from his body once again.
Simultaneously, a sensation of extreme danger was borne in Zhenru’s mind, even his heartbeat seemed to have stopped for a moment.
The sight of a dazzling ball of lightning caught Zhenru’s eye.
"Brother!" Changle, who had already opened the third door, looked back with red-rimmed eyes, feeling something inexplicably.
Her eyes held an unprecedented shock and unease. Then she saw the brilliance of the exploding lightning, and the glow of a bright sword.
"Li Xuan, you dare to hurt my brother——"
Before Changle finished speaking, Li Xuan saw the glaze law sphere around Zhenru being cut like a sheet of paper under his unparalleled sword intent. Zhenru’s head was severed by a sword, and blood spurted three feet from the broken neck.
"No!"
Changle’s voice was incredibly heart-wrenchingly fierce, her sorrow echoing like a nightingale weeping blood.
"Enduring hardship as the fuel and tasting gall as the food, three thousand Yue soldiers swallowed Wu!" Li Xuan retreated thirty feet away, his figure flickering with silver light: "I told you, this sword, will cut your head!"
Zhenru was still alive. The halo around him was completely dispersed, his body was filled with a bloody light, and from his broken neck, a smaller head sprouted.
Li Xuan’s pupils dilated slightly. He had seen this evil secret technique before.
"Asura Undead?"
Earlier on Beigu Mountain, the abbot Faxing of Ganlu Temple had used the same secret technique. A severed head could regrow.
The next scene, however, relieved Li Xuan a little.
Zhenru’s Asura Undead was clearly not fully matured. The newly grown head had only half the facial features.
"It’s so hateful! To die at this final step, I can’t accept——"
Zhenru, the red-eyed man, stared at Li Xuan. He then laughed loudly, his voice filled with craziness: "Remember, you forced me to do this today!"
Then he spewed another mouthful of blood onto the forefront Drought Demon.
"Today I’ll lend you a helping hand, to help you become the real Drought Demon! Go and bring calamity to the world, let this world become a barren land!"
Then he raised his hand and cast a golden light towards Xie Kun who had transformed into a Tengshe snake.
"Take it! This is the relic left by my ancestor, the thing you’ve been wanting for so long. He had the body of an emperor, and converted to Buddhism, the relics he left behind can allow you to further merge with your Tengshe Body. All I ask of you now is to do your best to block them, don’t let anyone enter the Great Ancestor’s tomb before my sister gets that thing!"
Jiang Yunqi raised an eyebrow. His figure vanished as he attacked first with the Fangtian Huaji.
However, that golden light flashed by like a streak, as if it was not a solid object, passing by the side of Huaji and smashing into Xie Kun’s body.
This made the latter’s Yuan Qi, which was gradually weakening, revive, and the snake body expand even more, with the scales turning a deep purple.
"Alright! As the saying goes, to fulfill a person’s trust, fulfill a person’s affairs."
Xie Kun roared. More flames spewed from his nostrils and the ten feet radius below him turned into a lava pond.
"Having taken your things, I will naturally do my best!"
Pop!
Jiang Yunqi exploded Xie Kun’s entire snakehead into sparks with a single shot.
"Scholar Xie, you’d better boast less! Even with the relic, you’re just a stronger grasshopper under Jiang’s halberd."
"Hahaha!"
Xie Kun’s head quickly recovered. He coiled his snake’s body, stood up like a cobra, and laughed loudly, unbothered by Jiang Yunqi’s insult.
"Enough with the joke. Your so-called superconductivity can only work within the range of the Cold Power, right? Inside this Under Palace, I am indeed not your match, but if it’s just to blockade this Under Palace for a moment, I can do it."
At this moment, he had turned the entire Under Palace into a sea of fire. Even Helian Fulong was pushed into the corner by the flames, barely holding on.
Meanwhile, behind the Drought Demon, Zhenru’s body was crumbling inch by inch.
"Such a pity! The fifty-year plan since my father’s time has collapsed overnight. All our efforts have turned into nothing."
Zhenru was still staring at Li Xuan with hateful eyes, but the look in his pupils was increasingly helpless: "Changle! Get that thing and then flee south. The further, the better. With the help of that divine object, your descendants can rise again from the ruined mud, and reclaim our ancestor’s throne."
However, two lines of bloody tears streamed down from Princess Changle’s eyes. Expressionless, she grabbed hold of Yu Jianji and walked deeper into the tomb: "What restoration? Without my brother, I wouldn’t want to live alone. Brother, watch closely, today I will make all of Nanjing City, all of the Great Jin Dynasty, my fellow funeral sacrifice."
Zhenru’s was startled, and then sighed: "Have it your way!"
At this moment, his body completely, turned into dust and scattered with the wind.
Meanwhile, Li Xuan was looking at the Drought Demon in front of the gate of the tomb, remaining silent.
After ’Zhenru’ died, the expression on the Drought Demon’s face remained blank. But her aura was even more astonishing, the power of her Yang Fire combined with Dragon Qi, forming nine golden dragon shadows around her body, circling and dancing, showing their fangs and claws.
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