Volume 6: Wangchuan Chapter 50: The tiger has no eyes
Above the vast sea of clouds, the Nine Netherworlds .
A terrifying beast that is nearly a hundred feet long and looks like a python is lurking here.
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The source demon transformed into his original form, opened his bloody mouth, like a black hole whirlpool, and madly swallowed and exhaled the death energy of the underworld to restore his own state, and the sound he made was deafening.
In front of him, there was a fist-sized, bright yellow bead floating and rotating continuously.
One soul after another was shattered in the bead. At the same time, waves of pure energy emerged from it and turned into a torrent that poured into Yuan Yaozi's huge body.
This is the Yellow Spring Pearl that was refined through the martial arts he practiced, and it can be used to refine the power of the soul.
After a long time, the Yellow Spring Pearl suddenly stopped rotating.
"The living soul is exhausted." Yuan Yaozi said to himself.
He stirred up trouble in Burial Ridge, and all the souls he collected were refined by him.
“With a few more souls, I can take advantage of this opportunity to break through to the fifth level,” Yuan Yaozi said with great resentment in his heart, “Damn Sword Sect.”
“It’s a pity that there are so many living souls in the Wangchuan River, but we can only see them but cannot eat them.” Yuan Yaozi thought with some regret.
In his perception, in the constantly flowing Wangchuan River below, there were endless souls floating downstream.
If he could capture these souls, what would a mere fifth-grade soul mean? Why would he go to such great lengths to create all kinds of designs in the Burial Ridge just to collect the souls of mortals?
However, his father, the Source Demon King, had warned him very seriously that it was okay to enter the underworld to absorb the dead energy of the underworld, but he was absolutely forbidden to touch the living souls in the Forgotten River.
If he moved, even if it was just a living soul, the Source Demon King would find it difficult to save him.
Yuan Yaozi clearly remembered the tone Yuan Yaowang used when he said this, which was more solemn and serious than ever before.
Even an eighth-rank demon king couldn't save him, which showed that there must be some great terror inside. So even if he was very agitated, he could only suppress it.
Yuan Yaozi, who had completely recovered to his peak state, didn't think any more and opened his eyes.
Wow!
The rolling death energy surrounding him was all gathered into his body and disappeared.
"roar!"
Yuan Yaozi let out a roar, resounding throughout the silent underworld.
He gently shook his nearly 100-foot-long body, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes, which were as big as two lanterns.
After all the wounds on his body were healed, Yuan Yaozi began to have some different thoughts in his mind.
"It has been five days since I entered the Yellow Spring Realm. I used the Yellow Spring's death energy to recover to my peak condition. That swordsman must be in despair now as his blood and energy are constantly being destroyed." Yuan Yaozi muttered to himself.
Ji Chuan's face reappeared in his mind, and the fear brought to him by Ji Chuan's sword also came to his mind again.
As the son of was endlessly doted on by the Source Demon King.
The Source Demon King even gave him the Yellow Springs magic weapon and the Nine Netherworld Fengshui Map to protect him.
Since his birth, he has been the supreme being in the source land, and the four sixth-rank demon kings have to be polite when seeing him.
And Ji Chuan, a cultivator who was only at the Nascent Soul stage, was actually preparing to kill him!
"Under the erosion of the death energy of Huangquan, the swordsman should be very weak now. And in Huangquan, my strength has increased compared to the human world. With this kind of increase and decrease, the swordsman will definitely not be my opponent anymore."
Yuan Yaozi thought sinisterly, "It would be too easy for them to let the two of them die so easily under the erosion of the Yellow Springs' death energy. It would be great if I could find these two sword cultivators and kill them with my own hands to vent my anger!"
roar!
Thinking of this, Yuan Yaozi suddenly felt murderous in his heart.
He put away the Nine Netherworlds Geomantic Map, and his figure flashed, moving among the dim sea of clouds, letting out an angry roar from the bottom of his heart.
Yuan Yaozi, who has lived a life of luxury, has always been a vengeful person.
He has already decided to set off to find Lu Qingshan and Ji Chuan, who were brought to the Underworld by his world-crossing technique, in order to avenge their nearly fatal deaths.
"You two little sword cultivators, relying on the power of the Sword Sect, are so insolent towards me. Don't let me find you two, or I will make you pay!"
What he didn't expect was...
Good-looking ones, he didn't even need to look for them, they were already delivered to his door...
Just as he was about to move, a murderous intent suddenly exploded from nowhere and filled his entire soul.
In the underworld, everything was dim and gloomy all day long, and there was no so-called big sun.
But at this moment, Yuan Yaozi seemed to have seen a red sun, and he felt as if his soul was gone, and an inexplicable sense of horror suddenly arose in his heart.
In fact, he hadn't reacted to the specific situation yet. This feeling of horror was completely generated by his subconscious mind.
It was a flash of sword light transformed from a flying sword, a brilliant red sword light.
The sword intent and sword energy lingered on it, rolling like bursts of spring thunder.
The sword energy was as thick as a dragon drawing water, rising from the ground and appearing suddenly.
There was a hint of coldness in the sword light, as bright as the rising sun.
As the flying sword was in flight, sounds of wind and thunder emanated from within it, as fast as lightning, stirring up all the dim clouds and mist, making the sea of clouds appear yellow and making it impossible to see the sky above or the ground below.
It was like a sword from the sky.
The distance of hundreds of feet was just like a flying star passing by in front of this flying sword, flashing through the clouds and arriving in an instant.
When Yuan Yaozi first discovered the sword, he could only hurriedly exhale a breath of deathly energy in a panic, trying to resist the power of the flying sword.
The next moment, everything was filled with red light and cold light.
A repressive force coming from the blood level emerged out of nowhere.
It was as if a blue dragon was swooping down on him.
This flying sword ignored all the death energy of the underworld, and the cold light instantly annihilated everything and sank into Yuan Yaozi's head, which was bigger than a mountain.
A deafening sound of dragon roar and phoenix cry came from his head.
Then, the sword energy exploded in Yuan Yaozi's head, dispersing into thousands of sword energies that shot out violently.
In an instant, all of Yuan Yaozi's life force was destroyed.
Thousands of large holes appeared on his huge monster body, and sword light like the rising sun shot out from it.
Before he lost the last bit of consciousness, a figure appeared in Yuan Yaozi's lantern-like eyes.
That is the person who activated this flying sword.
It was a figure that he had always regarded as an extra.
Lu Qingshan.
“Sword cultivator…!” Yuan Yaozi let out a sorrowful cry.
He had just escaped death from Ji Chuan's sword, but he didn't expect that just five days later, he would be killed by the sword of Lu Qingshan, a person he had never cared about.
It is true that you can avoid the first day, but you can’t avoid the fifteenth.
Thinking back to a few moments ago, he seemed ready to take the initiative to seek revenge on these two swordsmen.
Ridiculous, ridiculous!
Immediately, Yuan Yaozi's entire body was torn into countless pieces and exploded in the sky.
Among them, there was a point of invisible and faint spiritual light that flew out, flew towards Lu Qingshan, merged directly into Lu Qingshan's body, and finally returned to the Forgetful River hidden in Lu Qingshan's Nascent Soul.
That was the power of the living and the dead that was captured by Wangchuan from Yuan Yaozi .
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The dragon bird circled back and sank into Lu Qingshan's body.
When it comes to "revenge for the slightest grievance", who in the world can compare with sword cultivators?
Wouldn't it be better to just stay in the source place? Why did you have to join forces with the underworld to stir up trouble?
If you have a father who is almost immortal, the Source Demon King, and you don't actively seek death, wouldn't life be happy?
Are you uncomfortable being a second-generation demon?
Looking at the source demon who turned into a blood mist, Lu Qingshan felt a chill in his heart.
The principles he believed in were always simple.
As a sword cultivator, one must live with every breath. Only when the breathing is smooth can one feel at ease.
Since someone wanted to kill him, he would no longer consider that this person was of noble status and that killing him would bring about bad consequences, nor would he think about giving him a lesson in exchange for greater benefits.
He wants to kill me, but I am stronger than him.
So he had to die.
It's that simple.
There is a fierce tiger in your heart. Although you can smell the roses, your eyes are clear.
