He's still not dead!
Shangguan Fu'er attacked again.
Mo Zuili clicked her tongue in annoyance.
After entering the small world, I might have to fight Huang Tianyao.
At this point, getting entangled with Shangguan Fu'er for too long would be a losing proposition.
But given Shangguan Fu'er's attitude, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
Mo Zuili touched the Sumeru Ring with her thumb, thinking: Then I can only spend money to avoid disaster.
Mo Yongning gripped his sword and, seeing that Mo Zuili remained motionless, stepped forward to protect her, only to be pushed away by Mo Zuili.
"What a pity, I was planning to save it to surprise Huang Tianyao."
After speaking softly, Mo Zuili pulled out a jet-black dagger and threw it out.
Shangguan Fu'er disdained to dodge, but in the next moment she felt an overwhelming spiritual power surging towards her.
“What…” Shangguan Fu’er turned around, her pupils shrinking sharply.
Suddenly, spiderweb-like patterns appeared on the surface of the dagger, from which a bright white light seeped out, even more dazzling than the blazing sun.
This is a sign that the magical artifact is about to explode!
It's still a seventh-tier magic weapon!
Shangguan Fu'er hurriedly retreated, mobilizing all her demonic power for defense.
Mo Zuili pulled Mo Yongning along and said, "Defense."
After saying that, Mo Zuili threw another platinum dagger at Shangguan Fu'er, who was retreating.
The instant the dagger left his hand, Mo Zuili activated a teleportation talisman.
"Boom—"
The explosion shook the ground, and the two small daggers shattered into countless fragments, exploding in a fan shape with the power of thunder and fire.
The demonic energy shield that Shangguan Fu'er had barely managed to maintain cracked instantly. The heat wave sent her flying more than ten feet away, her back slamming heavily against the sandstone. The blood she coughed up was mixed with sand.
Outside the ruins, many people stared in disbelief at the scene reflected in the water mirror.
The elder of Hongmeng Manor glanced at Elder Tan and asked, "Is this an eighth-order magic weapon?"
Seeing Shangguan Fu'er suffer a setback at Mo Zuili's hands, Elder Tan explained in a very good mood, "It's the seventh rank."
Everyone was speechless.
Is the key question whether it's seventh or eighth order?
Activating a magical artifact to self-destruct requires no spiritual power; even a Qi Refining stage cultivator can use a magical artifact to self-destruct and kill a Golden Core or even a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Unlike talismans, which require spiritual power to activate.
The higher the level of the talisman, the more spiritual power is required to use it.
The problem is that the materials needed to forge a magic weapon, especially a high-level magic weapon, are often taken from secret realms or high-level spirit beasts.
Having the materials is one thing, but you still need a skilled craftsman to refine them.
Not only is the process tedious, but the self-destruction of a magical artifact of the same level is far less powerful than that of a talisman.
Mo Zuili actually used magical artifacts as disposable items like talismans!
"However, these two daggers are a pair, and when used together, they are no different from eighth-tier magic weapons. I imagine that the effect of their self-destruction together should also be comparable to that of an eighth-tier magic weapon."
After a moment of silence, Mr. Tan added cautiously.
After a long while, Elder Xie coughed and said softly, "The treasures in the Mo Family Martial Arts Pavilion are indeed countless."
Everyone fell silent.
Looking at Mo Zuili in the water mirror again, his gaze had completely changed.
After all, the fact that he could treat a seventh-tier magic weapon as worthless and casually self-destruct it was astonishing in the entire cultivation world.
The Mohists spared no effort in allocating resources to this young master.
Mo Zuili was startled when he saw Shangguan Fu'er kneeling on one knee, supporting her body with her sword.
He's still not dead!
Mo Zuili was worried that Shangguan Fu'er might have a trump card to save her life, and was hesitating about which method to use to finish her off when she sensed a spiritual energy fluctuation coming from the southeast.
Turning her head, she saw Huang Yu and two human cultivators running in this direction alongside another group of demons, wary of each other.
Mo Zuili paused, then gripped the Phoenix Flame Spear.
It attacked Shangguan Fu'er with incredible speed.
Villains often die because no one finishes them off.
Mo Zuili didn't want to be a villain, but that didn't stop her from learning from the experience of villains dying because they weren't finished off.
In the midst of the Phoenix Flame, Mo Zuili did not rush to draw his gun, to prevent Shangguan Fu'er from escaping.
Instead, he directly injected spiritual power into the Phoenix Flame Spear.
The tip of the gun emerged from behind Shangguan Fu'er.
Bright red blood slowly trickled from the corner of Shangguan Fu'er's mouth. She slowly raised her head, her face contorted with madness, and gritted her teeth, uttering, "Mo Zuili..."
Seeing Shangguan Fu'er reach out to grasp the Phoenix Flame Spear, Mo Zuili quickly withdrew his spear and retreated.
Mo Zuili was all too familiar with that expression.
This is a prelude to mutual destruction.
As Mo Zuili retreated, another group of demons who had come with Huang Yu hurriedly stepped forward, brushing past Mo Zuili.
After Mo Zuili stood still, he saw the girl covered in blood give him a victorious smile.
I've been scammed!
Shangguan Fu'er was faking it; she had no more cards to play!
At that moment, Mo Zuili even had the urge to rush forward and kill Shangguan Fu'er.
But the demons didn't give Mo Zuili a chance; they grabbed Shangguan Fu'er and fled at top speed.
Mo Zuili stared in the direction Shangguan Fu'er had left, her hand gripping the Phoenix Flame Spear trembling slightly with anger.
This was the first time Mo Zuili had felt anger at being mocked since she transmigrated into the book.
He regretted being too cautious; he should have just thrown a fire talisman at them.
It wasn't until Huang Yu called out twice that Mo Zuili snapped out of her anger and turned to look at the person who had come.
Accompanying Huang Yu were two human cultivators, both dressed in simple white linen outfits. Although their attire was simple, their demeanor exuded composure.
Seeing Mo Zuili looking over, one of them took the lead in clasping his hands in a salute: "I am Yi Chuan, and this is my younger brother, Yi He."
After searching her memory, Mo Zuili asked, "The Bo Xi Yi family?"
Yichuan nodded: "Yes."
Mo Zuili raised an eyebrow. The Bo Xi Yi family were mostly beast tamers, and they were also one of the closest families between humans and demons.
Mo Zuili turned her head to look at Huang Yu, asking with her eyes: Do you two know each other?
Huang Yu looked indignant and quickly explained, "As soon as I entered the ruins, I was teleported to a bamboo forest. It was eerie and filled with resentment. I thought some demons had infiltrated, and it just so happened that I ran into the demons who support Huang Tianyao."
Seeing that I was alone, they surrounded me and attacked. Fortunately, the two brothers helped me, and the three of us managed to escape from the bamboo forest.
The group continued their relentless pursuit. Along the way, we sensed a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy. I guessed it was you, Princess, and came this way. Unexpectedly, due to a series of unforeseen circumstances, that traitor Shangguan Fu'er managed to escape.
"Demons?"
Mo Zuili's eyes sharpened instantly, and she pressed, "Are you sure?"
Huang Yu frowned and thought for a moment, then waved her hand and said, "It shouldn't be. Most demons are haunted by resentment, and the resentment mist in that bamboo forest was extremely heavy. Perhaps it was just my imagination due to my distraction..."
Seeing Mo Zuili's solemn expression, Huang Yu comforted her, "This is our demon race's trial; no demons will be allowed to enter."
Mo Zuili withdrew her gaze and remained silent.
The novel mentions that the demon race's trials were once interfered with by the demon race.
Seeing that Mo Zuili was about to leave, Yi Chuan remembered the family head's instructions, exchanged a glance with his younger brother Yi He, and stepped forward, saying, "Miss Mo, let's go together."
Mo Zuili looked at the Yichuan brothers, concealing the scrutiny in her eyes. After a long while, she smiled and said, "I haven't thanked you for your help yet. Let's go together."
Could there really be such a kind person in a dangerous fantasy world of cultivation? Mo Zuili didn't believe it.
There's no need for Huang Tianyao to send someone to put on an act with Huang Yu.
The only thing Mo Zuili could think of was to have Mo Yue hunt down her forces.
This group of people is also a demon race, and the Yi family happens to be on good terms with the demon race.
Mo Zuili took one last look at the two members of the Yi family, then had Huang Yu lead the way, and slowly walked to the back, determined not to entrust her back to anyone else.
I have a lot of troubles on my hands, and this demon race trial is another one. I don't know what the demon race is up to.
Mo Zuili suddenly thought of Shen Ling, wondering what Shen Ling's situation was like in the Demon Realm.
...
Shen Ling looked at Shen Zhi in front of her and couldn't help but twitch her lips: "Cousin, why are you in the Demon Realm?"
With a blanket covering his legs, Shen Zhi placed the porcelain cup on the wooden table beside him, fanned himself, and stared coldly at Shen Ling, saying, "What does this have to do with you? I'd like to ask you, cousin, when did you become a demon?"
The two looked at each other in silence.
Shen Zhi got up in frustration, and just as he turned to open the door, he was helped up by Shen Qingxing who came in from outside.
"Young Master, are you going out?"
After asking his question, Shen Qingxing handed the porcelain bottle he was holding to Shen Zhi and said, "Young Master, take your medicine first."
Shen Ling was tied to the stool with all her fingers and toes.
Watching helplessly as her cousin, who had just been giving her the cold shoulder and was about to slam the door and leave, looked aggrieved and was helped back to the soft chair by Shen Qingxing.
Shen Ling blinked, confirming that she was not hallucinating due to being possessed by a demon.
His suspicious, jealous, and ruthless cousin showed a wronged expression?!
Shen Ling remained expressionless. Just as she was about to look away, Shen Zhi looked over, pointed at her, and said to Shen Qingxing, "Why did you save him? Tying him up here is too much of an eyesore. Kill him quickly."
Shen Ling raised an eyebrow and looked at Shen Qingxing. So it was she who had saved her.
The moment Shen Ling crushed the jade tablet at Yaowang Mountain, she felt dizzy and her internal organs were being twisted painfully by an invisible force.
When you finally set foot on solid ground, what hits you isn't the overwhelming demonic energy you imagined, but rather scalding sand mixed with the stench of blood.
Everywhere you look is a desert paved with dark red gravel.
Shen Ling took a step forward, but didn't know which way to go.
He subconsciously tried to circulate his spiritual energy to explore the way, but a burning pain came from his dantian.
Stimulated by demonic energy, the ghostly bloodline stirred restlessly, and hunger surged like a tide.
Later, Shen Ling lost all her memories.
When she regained consciousness, Shen Ling felt that her body was filled with demonic energy, and two demons with dark purple skin were lying around her.
It has lost all signs of life.
Later, Shen Ling concealed his presence and followed a lone demon into the Demon Realm.
Not long after entering, Shen Ling's unusual behavior was noticed by a demonic cultivator. After some probing, his Ghostly Vengeance bloodline was exposed.
With her life hanging by a thread, just as Shen Ling was preparing to fight to the death, a powerful magical force intervened in the battle.
When Shen Ling woke up again, she found herself tightly bound by ropes, and in front of her was her cousin Shen Zhi, whom she had not seen since they parted ways.
Seeing Shen Qingxing turn his head, a smile appeared on Shen Ling's pale and weak face.
"Thank you, Miss Shen, for saving my life."
Shen Qingxing didn't answer, but just nodded to indicate that he had heard.
She glanced at Shen Ling for a moment before turning her head away, reaching out to pull back the blanket that Shen Zhi had thrown off, and then covering Shen Zhi up again.
Then take the porcelain bottle back from Shen Zhi's hand, take out the pills and hand them to Shen Zhi.
After finishing everything, Shen Qingxing explained softly, "He has the bloodline of Ghost Vengeance, so he can scout the way for me after entering the Demon Clan's inheritance."
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