Chapter 195 [Alien Species] Star-Swallowing Demon
"You've been winning the competition consistently. You don't think that first place is yours, do you?"
Five people suddenly appeared in Hua Jin's sight. He recognized them. They were disciples of Yunlie Manor and were listed with him.
"Why, you dare to argue with me?"
The five men smiled at each other, tightened their grip on their life swords, and said in unison: "We want your life!"
Hua Jin's pupils shrank slightly, and his fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword. He scanned the undisguised murderous intent in the five men's eyes, and a cold smile curved his lips. "Just the five of you?"
Before he could finish his words, the disciple on the far left had already drawn his sword, its cold gleam piercing Hua Jin's heart. He tapped his toes, his body drifting sideways like willow catkins to avoid the attack. At the same time, his wrist twisted, and his longsword hummed, slicing a silver arc, forcing back the two attackers on his right.
"Attack together!" the leading disciple shouted, and the five life-defying swords instantly formed an impenetrable sword net. Hua Jin, however, did not retreat but advanced, his sword light suddenly becoming erratic, sometimes avoiding vital points like a fleeting shadow, and sometimes striking through flaws with the force of thunder, forcing the five disciples to draw their swords to protect themselves.
He glanced at the dark figures quietly gathering around the edge of the arena and sneered inwardly. Sure enough, the champion of this competition had harbored murderous intent from the very beginning.
The five men were thrown into disarray by Hua Jin's erratic sword movements. A fierce glint flashed in the leader's eyes, and he suddenly bit his fingertip, letting a drop of blood splash onto the spine of his sword. In an instant, the five life swords hummed simultaneously, and dark red lines appeared on their blades.
"You are so powerful, but how could we not make preparations to kill you?"
"How dare you fight in a duel? Aren't you afraid of the major sects pursuing you?" Hua Jin's eyes darkened. With a sharp twist of his wrist, his longsword suddenly flew out of his hand, circling the five men like a dragon. The five men felt their wrists go numb as their life-defining swords suddenly fell from their hands. Before they could react, Hua Jin had already charged forward, his elbows as strong as iron, striking them in the chest.
"Puff--" Five mouthfuls of blood spurted out at the same time, and the five people staggered backward and bumped into the tree behind them.
"How dare we come to kill you? Aren't you afraid that the other sects will find out?"
Chen Hua has arranged everything. At this moment, the leaders of various sects appear to be at peace in the water mirrors. Moreover, the other disciples who came in together have fallen into a nightmare of illusion. Who can come to save Hua Jin?
Hua Jin is powerful alone, but there are five of them, and they are determined to fulfill the owner's wish.
"What hatred or grudge do I have against you that you want to kill me?"
"Haha, you could have died without any pain. I didn't expect you to not fall into a nightmare and be unable to enjoy the gift we prepared for you."
They stood up.
"But it doesn't matter, we have a backup plan!"
Hua Jin looked at the five men who had risen again, his eyes cold as ice. Although his previous attack had disarmed the other men, he also noticed that the dark red lines on their bodies were emitting a strange aura. It was clear that their "second plan" was not simple.
"Oh?" Hua Jin raised the corner of his lips slowly, and with a flick of his fingertips in the air, the long sword that had just been released from his hand flew back into his hand like a bird returning to its nest. "I want to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."
A sinister smile crossed the face of the leading disciple. All five of them suddenly formed hand seals, their chests moving without a breeze. Dark red lines spread along their meridians, forming strange blood-red totems on their foreheads. The air around them suddenly became thick, as if even the light was being sucked away. A faint, low roar echoed from the void.
“Boom——!”
There was a sound in the sky, and the five people looked at it in shock, with some fear in their pupils, but they felt relieved when they thought that this killing formation could kill Hua Jin.
But what they didn't know was that the rumbling in the sky was not caused by their killing formation, nor did they know that a catastrophe was about to happen.
Hua Jin looked up at the sky, and then looked at it in the same shock as them.
"You, you dare to summon monsters?"
When the five heard Hua Jin say this, they didn't expect that what Chen Hua gave him was...
But nothing can be done to save the situation now, so the only option is to kill Hua Jin to silence him.
Blood-soaked clouds loomed overhead, the sky and earth changing color. A dull rumble of thunder rolled through the clouds, but it wasn't lightning, but rather a series of dark cracks, like a giant beast opening its mouth, spewing out a cold, fishy wind. Beyond the cracks, crimson vertical pupils opened, carrying with them an age-old bloodlust and contempt. "...Star Devouring Demon."
For the first time, Hua Jin's voice was filled with solemnity. He felt a strong sense of familiarity with this demonic creature, this scourge upon the human world. It devoured the souls of cultivators, and once it descended upon the world, it would reduce thousands of miles of fertile land to scorched earth.
Yunlie Manor actually dared to use blood sacrifice as an inducement, it was simply insane!
The five of them were also overwhelmed by the demonic energy, their blood boiling. The leading disciple trembled and said, "No... The owner of the manor—"
"If you use such a formation, will he still want you alive?"
Their faces suddenly changed as they stared at the dark purple crack in the sky that tore through the clouds, and the giant claw covered in black scales slowly emerging from the crack. Their throats felt as if they were blocked, unable to utter a sound. They had originally thought that the dark red pattern was merely a forbidden technique that could temporarily boost their power, but they had never expected it to attract such a thing.
Hua Jin gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain. He could clearly sense the foul aura emanating from the cracks, each wisp carrying a desire to devour living beings, a hundred times more eerie than the dark red lines on the five men's bodies.
"Buzz—"
Before the black-scaled claws could fully extend, the air around them was already vibrating violently like boiling water. Hua Jin suddenly bit his tongue, and his blood sprayed onto the sword's spine. The originally silver blade instantly erupted in a three-foot-long green flame, forcing the foul aura back half an inch.
At this moment, on Linghong Mountain, Mu Chi, sitting on the throne, stared closely at Hua Jin in the water mirror. She was leaning against a tree so peacefully, entangled by vines, and trapped in a nightmare of illusion.
Then he switched to look at other people, who were also trapped in the illusion.
He was nervous because he wanted the Juque but couldn't get it himself. He needed someone else to help him. It was a shame to say that. He hoped everything would go well.
If, if the disciple of Yinyou Valley fails to get first place, it doesn’t matter. He can also borrow Juque by virtue of his position as the valley master.
In short, he had made preparations for both scenarios, but what was going to happen next was not something he could handle with just these two preparations.
Suddenly, blood clouds covered the mountain, and the sky and the earth changed color in an instant. There was thunder and wind in the sky, and everyone stood up.
Mu Chi looked at the sky in horror.
"It's in the direction of the Fantasy Forest!"
"Something crawled out from the crack in the sky..." Jiang Yao was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
"What is that?"
None of them recognized the monster, and only Mu Chi recognized it among those present. It was a nightmare deep in his heart that he could never erase.
"Star Devouring Demon..." Mu Chi's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, "How could it..."
Before he could finish his words, the water mirror shattered with a bang, its surface turning into countless ice crystals that scatter in all directions. Mu Chi stumbled back, his palms bloodied by the shards, but he felt no pain. He stared intently at the widening crack in the sky, his eyes reflecting purple-black demonic flames, as if he were witnessing the tragedy of two thousand years ago all over again.
"What?" Everyone looked at Mu Chi.
"Hahahaha——" The master of Nanhua Temple suddenly laughed, once again attracting everyone's attention. He turned into a demon. Everyone was familiar with this person.
This person was lavishly dressed, his armor and nails inlaid with a myriad of gemstones. His black peacock collar fluttered in the gust of wind, and the mesh of his long skirt was torn to shreds by demonic energy, revealing jet-black scales and scarlet bone blades beneath. His once compassionate and solemn face was now covered in demonic patterns, his pupils transformed into vertical slits, reflecting the sudden change in the expressions of the crowd.
"Jing Yinchuan!" Jiang Yao was the first to draw out his life sword, "How dare you cause chaos in the world!"
"Everyone, it's been a while since we last met. Did you miss me?"
Jing Yinchuan hasn't appeared in front of the public for a hundred years. The last time he appeared was in the Floating Palace a hundred years ago. He pretended to be the palace master and played games with the goddess for the sake of spirit beads and alien species.
So what was he trying to do by dressing up as a Nanhua Temple master? He...
Everyone was on high alert, but Mu Chi was the only one who was puzzled by Jing Yinchuan's appearance. Logically, Jing Yinchuan should be with the goddess at this moment, so why was he here? Furthermore, based on his understanding, how could Jing Yinchuan do something so devastating to the world right now? This was completely wrong.
"Devil, what are your plans?"
As everyone knows, Jing Yinchuan is not only full of open schemes but also has many tricks. Facing such a demon noble, they rarely see one in a century and have to be on guard.
"Plan, what plans can I have? I just want to make friends with you all."
Before Jing Yinchuan finished speaking, the protective formation atop Linghong Mountain suddenly vibrated and hummed, as if a mighty force had crashed down from the heavens. Mu Chi looked up abruptly, only to see that the massive, black-scaled claw that had emerged from the crack had already torn a second rift. Purple-black demonic flames poured down the mountain ridge, reducing everything in their path to ash and even the rocks to a painful crackling sound.
"This isn't an ordinary blood sacrifice..." Jiang Yao pointed the tip of her sword toward the sky, her voice trembling. "They're using the entire Fantasy Forest as an altar!"
Mu Chi's pupils suddenly shrank, and he summoned his life sword Wanxue and headed towards the Illusion Forest.
How could Jing Yinchuan let him get his wish? He tied the whip around Mu Chi's ankles, grabbed him, and pulled him back.
"I guess this must be Master Mugu. Is he so anxious to save the people inside?" He raised his hand, demonic energy rose from his palm, and a magic mirror stood up, showing the little monsters summoned by the Star-Devouring Demon, who were attacking those disciples who had not fallen into the illusion. As for the disciples who fell into the illusion, they had already become food in the monsters' mouths.
"Retreat!" Seeing this, Mu Chi shouted, and threw a blue-gold talisman from his sleeve. The talisman flashed like a stream of light and rushed straight into the crack. However, the moment the talisman light touched the demonic flame, it was swallowed up, without even a ripple.
The man before him wasn't Jing Yinchuan at all. The real Jing Yinchuan was skilled in using a fan. He had seen it before, the magic fan had sharp fangs and a goddess painted on the fan. Furthermore, this man didn't recognize him and had attacked him violently. Even if he didn't remember him, he wouldn't be so wrong as to abandon his favorite magical tool.
This fake Jing Yinchuan would never know that the real Prince Jing actually had connections with the Lord of Yinyou Valley.
"Didn't they say that Jing Yinchuan fell in love with a cultivator from the cultivation world and gave up his position as the Demon Lord?" Chen Hua asked, "What is he going to do now?"
"Falling in love with a cultivator from the cultivation world?" Jing Yinchuan laughed, "You believe such a lie. If I don't spread the news and paralyze you, how can you let down your guard? Besides,"
Before Jing Yinchuan finished speaking, Mu Chi suddenly raised his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He suddenly turned the Wanxue Sword and slashed the blade against his ankle. The frosty blade passed through, and the magic whip broke with a sound. The broken whip turned into black mist, and from the mist came a shrill laugh like a crying baby, which made people's scalps tingle.
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