The Black Rakshasa is a legendary being with astonishingly strong physical strength.
Even the self-destruction of the Blood Fiend God's Dharma Form failed to inflict sufficient damage on the opponent, causing Yang Cheng to frown deeply.
Yang Cheng's attack seemed to have completely enraged the Black Rakshasa. The Black Rakshasa stomped her feet on the ground, and the earth trembled instantly.
Countless sinister and ghostly energies surged from the ground, like giant hands reaching out to grab Yang Cheng.
The pitch-black steel fork, accompanied by a whistling wind, came crashing down, its extreme force like Mount Tai pressing down.
This time, Yang Cheng did not choose to dodge, nor did he resist the evil ghost energy beneath the ground.
Yang Cheng gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly in his hand, unleashing his blood and qi, which merged into the seal within the sword.
The violent blood and energy were frantically absorbed by the three-pointed double-edged sword, and the sharpness of the weapon was dazzling. With a furious roar from Yang Cheng, he raised the sword and slashed fiercely, as if opening the heavens!
The extreme power and sharpness filled the Black Rakshasa's hideous face with terror for a moment. He wanted to stop, but it was too late.
That ultimate strike, seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and earth, tore apart the steel fork in the Black Rakshasa's hand almost without stopping, ripping apart the Black Rakshasa's powerful body to reveal the ghastly white bones and pitch-black pus and blood.
The enormous body fell to both sides, but a tiny person with two horns on its head and bat wings on its back flew out from the Black Rakshasa's head.
Although her physical body was severed, Black Rakshasa's nascent soul remained, allowing her to recover to her peak condition.
Yang Cheng resealed the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, and his face had turned somewhat pale.
But he still took out the Phoenix Hunting Bow, exhausting the last bit of his overdrawn strength to gather sharp energy. With a thunderous explosion, the Black Rakshasa's nascent soul was completely blasted apart by Yang Cheng!
After that attack, Yang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, put away the Phoenix Hunting Bow, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to recover his strength.
Fortunately, Yang Cheng had already cleansed all the evil spirits in the village, and even the evil god Black Rakshasa had been killed, so Yang Cheng was able to recover his strength here in peace.
Otherwise, in his current weakened state, even a little devil might be able to kill him.
It took Yang Cheng a full day and night to recover his strength, but a gloomy feeling settled over him.
This is only the second small world I've ventured into, and the things here have already forced me to use the power of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword. You can imagine what else I might encounter next.
Zhao Youcai once said that he had traveled through five worlds before finding the inheritance of the God of Wealth.
The inheritance of Qingyuan Daomiao Zhenjun is many times stronger than the inheritance of the God of Wealth; I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find it even in fifteen worlds.
Yang Cheng put that thought aside for the time being and searched through the ruins for the portal to the next world.
As Yang Cheng stepped through the golden portal, it was still dark around him, which made him wonder if there was no daytime in this small world within the illusory realm.
However, this place was much larger, like a small island, surrounded by wind and rain, with roaring waves.
Yang Cheng glanced around and even used his Heavenly Eye to check, but he didn't seem to find anything unusual.
Yang Cheng continued exploring forward for nearly an hour without encountering any danger.
Just then, the sounds of fighting came from deep within the dense forest ahead.
Yang Cheng went over to take a look and found that it was actually two reincarnated beings from the Heavenly Palace facing an attack by a group of monsters.
These monsters looked like little devils who had run out of hell, with hideous and terrifying faces. Some were engulfed in hellfire, while others exuded a chilling aura.
These little devils are easy to kill, but once they are killed, the hellfire and cold poison inside their bodies will immediately explode, making them extremely troublesome.
Behind these little devils was a terrifying figure, about five meters tall, covered in a black robe, with eight legs, wearing something that looked like an official's hat, and wielding an iron hook, which he would throw out from time to time.
This iron hook can not only hook flesh, but it can also forcibly pull out the three souls and seven spirits once it hooks you.
One of the two reincarnators being besieged was a somewhat simple-minded, fat man who held a huge palm-leaf fan.
That palm-leaf fan is quite powerful, possessing wind and fire attributes, capable of generating gales and flames.
In particular, the flames within it contain several divine fires, such as the Samadhi True Fire and the Six Ding Divine Fire.
He is also skilled in some Taoist techniques.
The other person was a handsome and masculine strong man who wielded a giant axe and focused on physical cultivation and close combat.
The giant axe in his hand was taller than a person. When he swung it, nothing could withstand his blows. All the little devils were cleaved in two with a single swing.
At the same time, he intercepted the hook that the monster resembling a soul-reaper extended; otherwise, the reincarnator with the palm-leaf fan might have been hooked countless times.
One of these two is skilled in large-scale destructive magical abilities, and the other is skilled in close combat. They seem to work together seamlessly, so dealing with these things shouldn't be too difficult for them.
But in reality, both of them were exhausted, and their attack speed was getting slower and slower. It was extremely dangerous for the reincarnator with the axe to intercept the opponent's hook.
Just then, the soul-reaping messenger's senses became surprisingly sharp, and he detected Yang Cheng's location.
The hook extended hundreds of meters in the next moment, heading straight for Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, swung it up and unleashed it, instantly blasting the hook away, but surprisingly, he didn't cut it in half.
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