Chapter 338 Xie Xie'an's Rakshasa True Demon Scripture

As he walked away, one of the barbarian cultivators couldn't help but say something.

"Wei Hao is so generous; he might have even more top-grade elixirs on him. How about we kill him and split the spoils among ourselves?"

The leading youth shook his head.

"This person is wearing a mask and hiding his true identity, so he might be a problem. However... Xie Xie'an isn't here with us, so let's just say this person is Ding Ming and let him test his strength."

"Anyone who wants to go can follow secretly. If you have the chance, kill them all. I am carrying out a mission entrusted to me by His Highness, so it is inconvenient for me to leave."

Having said that, he landed in the cluster of buildings on the Broken Rock Islands.

The other barbarian cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I'll go."

"Count me in."

"I'll go too."

Nothing moves people more than this.

A moment later, a young man with gray hair and white eyes, whose body was covered by a black robe and who seemed to be someone who couldn't stand the light, flew out from a pavilion at the back.

Beneath his robes seemed to dwell endless vengeful spirits and evil ghosts, suspended in mid-air by a dense, ghostly mist. This man was none other than Xie Xie'an, which was quite a coincidence.

Barbarian Ghost Peak and Evil God Peak, the eighth and ninth peaks of the Holy Sect, naturally banded together for mutual support and to eliminate their ills.

But the result...

Old Nine was still being exploited quite a bit, and the one who secretly embezzled the most profits was Barbarian Ghost Peak. This cleanup of the malpractices also swept away resources and ancestral property.

It's hard to say whether it's good or bad.

The way the two get along is like the ninth brother paying protection money to the eighth brother, continuing to supply him with soul path geniuses; otherwise, it would be difficult to maintain an orderly inheritance.

Even so, it is gradually declining.

It's already a lucky thing that someone like Xie Xie'an has emerged.

"Senior brother, was it really Ding Ming who came? What was his purpose? And why didn't you stop him? He's only at the early stage of Core Formation..."

He started talking to me in a very harsh tone, which annoyed me.

"Junior Brother Xie, why ask so many questions? Just ask if you're going or not."

The barbarian demon cultivators have always treated the evil god cultivators like beggars, and he was already used to it.

However, Xie Xie'an was not a fool, so how could he easily believe such a flawed statement?

Realizing that this person had no intention of explaining, they concluded that it was not Ding Ming. Apart from his master, the Evil God Peak Master, the only other person who could inherit the complete "Rakshasa True Demon Scripture" was Ding Ming.

Only a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the Holy Sect would be qualified to know about this arrangement. It must be that Zhou Lingjun, the disciple of the Barbarian Ghost, sensed something and deliberately made this test.

Thinking this to myself.

Xie Xie'an suddenly laughed and said, "Since you senior brothers are in such a hurry, then go ahead. My cultivation is not good enough, so I won't join in the fun."

Having said that, he turned and flew back to the pavilion.

This caused everyone to curse him in their hearts, yet they didn't know how to comfort him.

"Forget it, if we delay any longer, that man will run far away. Let's kill him first. Once he falls into our hands, we'll make sure he knows what it's like to be a man."

Xie Xie'an: "..."

He deliberately created a diversion, intending to let these barbarians lead the charge, but unexpectedly, he heard these shocking words.

A body cultivator is like this: their qi and blood are abundant, and their primordial yang is vigorous.

Their desires in that area are stronger than those of ordinary people. This is only the Barbarian Ghost Path, which has incorporated some of the mysteries of body refinement. If they were pure body refiners, their needs in this area would be even greater.

Because of his own addiction to exercise, he also greatly admired the kindness and compassion of his fellow enthusiasts.

In the cultivation world, those who have a penchant for male homosexuality often follow this path.

"Your Majesty is in grave danger!"

Xie Xie'an felt sorry for the "Ding Ming" he had never met. Although he was sure that Ding Ming was a test from the barbarian ghost's personal disciple, he was indeed obsessed with him and had been searching for Ding Ming since entering the Blood Abyss.

His men were sent out to gather information about him, even if most of it was false, he didn't want to miss any opportunity.

The idea is the same as "since we're already here".

This is the obsession of the direct descendants of Evil God Peak!

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Near the Broken Rock Islands, Wang Yu was standing on the top of a peculiar reef. This reef was shaped like a sharp blade, pointing straight up to the sky, as straight as bamboo, and extending hundreds of meters beyond the Blood Sea.

At this moment, Mr. Wang was craning his neck and looking back expectantly, muttering to himself.

"How strange! How come the barbarian cultivators are like the gentlemen of Taihu Lake, believing whatever they are told?"

"Too bad... no extra income~"

I couldn't help but feel a little regretful, as it was rare to encounter a fellow disciple who didn't have the intention to kill and plunder. I felt slightly uncomfortable.

That was a waste of his overpriced, top-grade elixir.

"A small loss, but let's call it a day!"

Just as he was comforting himself and preparing to leave, a clear reaction came from the edge area of ​​his divine sense.

They still came.

It seems he's destined to be unlucky.

Dragging his slightly slower escape speed, Wang Yu continued flying into the distance, which delighted the three barbarian cultivators who were gradually catching up.

"Hahaha, what a windfall! This person didn't even get far."

"Absolutely, absolutely, it's our turn to get rich."

"Fellow Daoist, please wait."

In the blink of an eye.

The three men suddenly accelerated, forming a triangle around Wang Yu, said the burly man at the head.

“Hey Wei, there’s something wrong with the elixir you gave us. Come back to the Shattered Rock Islands with us.”

Wang Yu glanced furtively at the sky to his right, slightly puzzled. Why was there another one hidden there?

He said aloud, "Didn't Master Duolong check it? How could there be a problem?"

“If I say it’s there, then it is. Come back with us.”

"The person I was dealing with didn't show up. What does that have to do with you? Are you trying to cheat me out of my business?"

"hehe--

"So what if it is, barbarian ghost shakes the mountain!"

As they were talking.

The seemingly reckless burly man suddenly launched a sneak attack.

Once the Barbarian Demon Technique was unleashed, a three-zhang-tall demon with black skin, a blue face, fangs, and a huge mouth attacked with the force of a shoulder charge, carrying a tragic and devastating sense of a mountain collapsing.

"Good timing!"

Wang Yu had sharp eyes. Apart from his straightforward encounter with the "Meat Mountain Miss" of the Xu family during his Qi Refining stage, where they competed in physical strength, he had rarely encountered close-quarters combat that suited his tastes in any subsequent battles.

There is a sense of regret that one possesses unparalleled martial prowess but is caught in a peaceful and prosperous era.

They can only honestly use supernatural powers and spells.

Wang Yu, feeling more confident, simply turned and charged at the same time, using the immense strength brought by the Mountain-Throwing Divine Power and the Corpse Demon Bone.

"Plop—"

However, when the seven-foot-tall man collided with the three-foot-tall barbarian demon, the latter was like a thin sheet of paper, and the former directly pierced through the barbarian demon's body.

It was like a stone smashing into tofu, completely destroying everything inside.

The burly man never imagined that a cultivator with such a powerful physique would play such a perverse game.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and broken bones scattered in all directions.

Amidst the rain of blood, Wang Yu scooped up the golden elixir and effortlessly destroyed its essence, filling it into his own ring with a fluid and effortless motion.

With a low crouch and a spinning kick, the exquisitely crafted and realistic Netherworld Dragon blasted its targets from left to right, turning them into minced meat.

The Taiyin Nourishing Coffin hurriedly opened its lid, transforming to its maximum size, and went everywhere to collect nutritious chunks of meat.

Two early-stage Core Formation cultivators and one mid-stage Core Formation cultivator.

Completely outmatched by Wang Yu, this terrifying sight caused Xie Xie'an, who was secretly observing, to feel a pang of distress.

Could this really be Ding Ming? Even if his eyes were blinded by urine, he wouldn't be this blind. He's really got a serious problem.

Just as he turned to leave, a bloody smell came from his side, and the sound was like a death whisper.

"Fellow Daoist, you're acting suspiciously. Are you plotting against me?"

Xie Xie'an turned his head and revealed an ugly smile. He quickly took off his hood, revealing his true face, and bowed respectfully.

"My name is Xie Xie'an, a true disciple of Evil God Peak. I beg you, senior brother, to spare my life. I have a little bit of wealth here, please accept it."

Wang Yu was taken aback when he heard this. He had actually seen Xie Xie'an's appearance in the memory stone, but so much time had passed and he hadn't had any contact with him, so he had forgotten about it.

He gently released his hands, and the Yellow Spring Demon Sword floated back from behind Xie Xie'an, returning to Wang Yu's Qi Sea.

"Gulp~"

Upon seeing this.

Xie Xie'an lowered his head even further, so nervous that he kept swallowing. He knew very well that his life and death were in the hands of this person. He regretted it in his heart. Obsession can be harmful!

Wang Yu, however, was thinking about something else. He couldn't help but look up at the blood-red clouds unique to the Blood Abyss Holy Land, wondering if some old monsters from the sect were hiding inside.

One reason why he might think this way is that the coincidence is too great.

on the other hand.

It still comes down to the "Rakshasa True Demon Scripture." Although the sect's Nascent Soul cultivators did not participate in the actual process, they could sense a powerful hand secretly manipulating things.

The other party clearly hoped that this demonic scripture could return to its complete form in the Blood Abyss Holy Land, which aligns with Ding Mingshi's guess during their conversation across distance.

But those words were actually fabricated by Zhuo Shouyun to set up a scheme, and their credibility is zero.

Thinking about it again caused Wang Yu to have unrealistic desires.

It's said that nine parts truth and one part falsehood make it the easiest to deceive people.

Therefore, the information that Zhuo Shouyun presented in his scheme must have contained some truth and secrets, which makes us need to think carefully.

The feeling of walking on thin ice is truly unpleasant.

At this moment.

Xie Xie'an cautiously looked up and saw Wang Yu deep in thought. He became even more nervous and tried to increase his chances of survival.

"Senior brother, there is a priceless secret in the Shattered Rock Islands of Barbarian Ghost Peak. I wonder if you would be interested?"

Silence.

“Senior brother, I know the secrets of the Yin Erosion Hall. I heard that the Blood Slaughter Stele has appeared this time, and many fellow disciples have rushed there to try their luck. I have a method…”

"--Quiet!"

He was reprimanded.

Xie Xie'an immediately shut up, but then saw Wang Yu take out a jade slip containing divine sense and throw it over.

"This is the second half of the 'Rakshasa True Demon Scripture' personally engraved by Ding Ming. I'll also give you some information as a bonus."

Xie Xie'an's pupils dilated in shock as he stared in disbelief at the jade slip in his hand, unable to believe that what he had longed for day and night would be obtained so easily.

I wanted to ask, but I found I couldn't say a word.

Wang Yu approached and transmitted his thoughts telepathically at close range.

"The Rakshasa Demon Lord's natal treasure... the Rakshasa Heavenly Demon Bell has been taken away by Zhuo Shouyun. If you want to inherit the complete mantle of the ancient lord, you still have a chance."

He personally believed that he had no enmity with Xie Xie'an.

Even if there were any, they would be between Coldblood Peak and Evil God Peak, starting with the annexation of assets. Other peaks have done the same thing, so if you really want to talk about it, they all have a grudge.

Since we have a grudge, it's as if we have no grudge at all!

His prejudice against Wang Yu, who was the lord of Guiling City, made it understandable that he wouldn't come to stay.

Throughout the entire incident involving the ruins of Dongjijing, he had never actually caused trouble for Wang Yu, which allowed him to discern some clues and understand Wang Yu's character.

If that's the case, then we'll do you a huge favor.

This also fulfilled the wishes of that old man in the shadows.

(End of this chapter)