Chapter 33 Jiuyi City, No Return Mountain (Seventeen) I said, don't move...
The moment the barrier broke, the Demon Lord immediately noticed his presence, and the long spikes behind him transformed into serpent spears, pointing directly at the boy's heart.
Before Wu Ying could even ponder what was wrong with the dog compared to its owner, she immediately went on guard and charged forward. However, as it crashed into the barrier, a look of panic finally appeared on the little cat's face.
The Owl Demon glanced at the puppet in front of him, then looked at the sword-wielding youth behind him. Something seemed to have come to his senses on his rough face. He raised his head and let out a summoning cry. The Devourer Demon spat out the Witch's Blessing from his mouth and came to the Owl Demon's side. The Blood Demon, reluctant to part with the woman in his arms, dragged her closer.
The demon owl bent two fingers together and forward, and the two demons attacked Wu Xiutang from different directions.
The Demon Lord is the strongest fighter, so the focus should be on him and fighting him. However, the Demon Lord finds that the young man's ambitions lie elsewhere, and instead he is attacking his cheap third brother who can't live without women.
As if driven by some deep-seated hatred, he was so mad that he was willing to sacrifice himself to crush the Blood Demon. Every punch he threw carried a blade-like spiritual power as he chose to fight it at close range. He was able to replicate the Owl Demon's attack patterns and force the Blood Demon into a retreat.
The Demon Lord was the leader of the three, and he had the combat power to suppress the other two demons. The Blood Demon had been beaten by them many times in the past and was traumatized by them.
No matter what, it should only be the Demon Lord fighting them. Now, however, they are being chased and beaten by this brat who hasn't even grown up yet. This makes the Demon Lord feel that the world is going to the dogs and he can't accept it.
Not to mention that this person also plagiarized my moves.
As expected, the Demon Lord was enraged, but he was smarter than the other two demons. He was certain that this was the first time they had met the boy, so there was no way they could have made enemies with him. The intruders were just after the scroll, so why was he fighting so recklessly, especially targeting his lustful third brother who would cling to a woman even after being beaten into the wall?
He understood again.
He died beneath the peony blossoms.
Blood Demon held the woman in his arms like a precious treasure, but a few drops of blood still splattered on her face.
He was beaten so badly by Wu Xiutang that he was powerless to fight back. The stone wall behind him was crushed to pieces, and the burning pain tugged at the Blood Demon's nerves. When the boy reached for his chest, the Blood Demon instinctively opened his mouth to bite. The sharp teeth tore through the thin fabric and pierced deep into the skin, forming a horrific wound.
The boy seemed oblivious to the pain, as he reached forward and a long, deep gash appeared on his arm.
The Blood Demon thought the boy was going to rip out his heart, because this was a perfect opportunity.
Unexpectedly, just as the boy's hand was about to pierce his chest, it turned and grabbed the woman's head, leaving him bewildered and even somewhat surprised—
With a loud bang, the woman in his arms was blown to pieces, turning into a wisp of red and black smoke and dissipating.
The light, like fragments of gold from a scroll, shone on the boy's profile. In the dim light, his face was shrouded in a hazy mist.
Bright red blood flowed from between the Blood Demon's teeth. At first, he thought it tasted sweet and delicious. But as the blood flowed down his throat, the pool of blood turned into a burning fire. The heat of the blood, like magma, scorched his body. The Blood Demon roared and loosened his teeth. However, before he could recover from the pain, the boy's fist came crashing down on his face like a whirlwind.
Wu Xiutang only stopped when he was completely embedded in the wall and could no longer be seen as a human. His chest heaved up and down, his face was covered in glistening sweat, which melted into blood droplets and flowed down his fair neck. The grotesque wound on his outward-facing arm was exposed, and the blood flowed merrily.
It was obvious that his old wounds had not healed and new ones had been added. In addition, the fierce battle just now had exhausted his strength, and he was probably at his last gasp.
The Demon Lord watched his third brother being beaten without moving, and after a few twists and turns in his mind, he finally began to understand a different kind of feeling.
This whole thing looks more like a fight over a lover.
However, exposing oneself for the sake of a puppet is not a smart move.
Well, now he's actually a little curious about the puppet's true form.
Wu Xiutang looked at Xiao Mo with a sinister expression.
The Owl Demon was leaner than the other two demons. Thousands of years of imprisonment had given him some wisdom, and he had also come to understand the wicked schemes that Zhu Ze had used to manipulate them tens of thousands of years ago.
He was amazed by the boy's excellent ability to imitate, but it was a pity that he was human. What good would it do to learn their abilities? He couldn't even unleash half of their power.
The owl demon's eyes bulged, his black muscles taut, and his toothy grin looked rather strange. "I know you want the scroll. How about this: you bring me the true form of the puppet from earlier, and we'll hand over the scroll to you."
The blood demon, his face bruised and swollen, was suddenly roused and looked excitedly at his elder brother.
Seeing the boy remain silent, the demon continued, "Don't worry, we won't kill her. We'll even give her half of her lifespan. All she has to do is serve us well, let us play with her, and ideally, give birth to a few more little demons for us, to liven up this desolate place."
The Blood Demon leaped directly out from inside the wall.
Big brother... Big brother has finally figured it out?
However, the scroll is lost. If Zhu Ze were to be resurrected, he would probably kill them... Oh well, who cares? Zhu Ze has been dead for thousands of years. We don't even know where his demonic bones are buried. Who knows when he will come back? Enjoying the present is the best thing to do.
"Heh." Wu Xiutang revealed a sullen smile, and the next moment, a silver cone flashing with a sharp, cold light rose up behind the boy like fine sand, aimed at the direction where Xiao Mo stood. He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if he found it laughable, with a light and arrogant expression: "You are not worthy to covet her."
Okay, it failed.
The Demon Lord's defenses were somewhat breached.
Of course, he was just putting on an act. Not only would he not hand over the scroll, but he would also tear these two intruders to shreds. The instinct for killing was stubbornly ingrained in his bones, and he never understood the meaning of compromise.
The reason I say I want to learn from Zhu Ze is because there's a saying: "A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier."
Unfortunately, everyone has their own expertise, and he had no talent for cunning, nor did he understand the principle that "the dragon, as an insect, has a reverse scale a foot in diameter under its throat; if a person touches it, it will surely kill them."
Wu Ying watched the battle outside the barrier, her heart constantly pounding with worry for her master.
The Devourer speaks the least and is always hungry; he transforms into a hungry tiger. The Blood Demon loves blood, which doubles his fighting power. As for the Owl Demon—he is simply powerful.
The combined attack of the three demons was a deadly challenge for Wu Xiutang. He was already injured and had not yet recovered. After being struck in the heart by the Demon Lord's palm, he fell from a height and rolled several times before stopping. His wounds were splitting open wildly, and blood was gushing out like a spring, as if he would drain away in the next instant. His face was pale from excessive blood loss.
The silver cone was crushed into dust, and the owl demon revealed a ferocious smile: "I admit that your ability to replicate is unprecedented, but a fake is still a fake. If you want to defeat us, you are still too green."
The blood droplets on his fingertips came from the boy's body. With a gentle tap, the two people inside the barrier were exposed to the three demons. Wu Ying's hair stood on end, but he still kept Shi Xianxue well hidden. The owl glanced at the restless Blood Demon: "What are you standing there for? She's yours."
The Blood Demon was overjoyed and couldn't wait to pounce, but before its demonic claws could even touch Wu Ying, several cyan spirit blades with considerable power attacked him.
Blood Demon narrowly dodged the attack, wondering why this kid still had the strength to fight him, when a fist carrying a fierce gust of wind was already approaching his face.
The Blood Demon was sent flying, crashing to the ground and spitting out blood.
The boy stood in the light of the scroll, like a string stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment. His jet-black hair was tangled messily around his collarbone, and his eyes were bloodshot like a churning sea of clouds. His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were fierce. "I said, don't touch her."
Troublesome, really troublesome. Even though the Silver Butterfly had been crushed by the Owl Demon and could no longer be condensed into a weapon, he just picked up whatever he could and stabbed it, exposing all his weaknesses to their eyes.
He would get up again after being knocked down, as if he had endless vitality. But even though his life force was very weak, something was supporting him, and he was determined not to fall down.
The three demons had never encountered such a formidable opponent. They were panting heavily, each of them injured to varying degrees. Finally, the boy could no longer stand up, his entire body submerged in a bloody, viscous liquid, his fate unknown.
The Demon Lord's severed arm grew back. He wanted nothing more than to crush Wu Xiutang with his foot, but he changed his mind when he saw Wu Ying.
He kept urging the Blood Demon on.
Blood Demon kept glancing back as he cautiously observed the boy's situation. After Wu Ying was thrown to the ground, Shi Xianxue fell to the ground like a puppet. The girl's sleeping face was serene and her fragrance was intoxicating.
Blood Demon had no time to pay attention to anything else. As he greedily stretched out his long tongue to begin ravaging her, there was a sudden moment of silence behind him, followed by a flash of golden light. Accompanied by the Owl Demon's urgent, almost roaring "Be careful!", a hand gleaming with platinum light pierced through his chest.
The black heart throbbed in his hand, thick blood trickling through his fingers. The Blood Demon maintained his previous expression, and before he could even utter a sound, he was burned to ashes by the platinum flames.
The transformation happened so fast that no one could see how the boy, who had already fainted from blood loss, suddenly gained the ability to kill a demon.
Pure white flames first appeared around the boy. At first, only the light on his arms had a touch of gold. But as something burst from the ground, a gilded color spread rapidly throughout his body like a burning fuse. The boy's body was lifted into the air by an unknown force. His hairband burned away with the flames, and his pupils became unfocused, covered with a layer of cold, pale gold.
The boy had perfect features, and when he was expressionless, he looked like a solemn, emotionless statue.
"He's burning his own soul?" The Demon Lord thought he was insane.
But how could a mere mortal possibly kill the Blood Demon? Since the creation of the world, the demon race has always been superior to the human race in both status and soul. He is so young that even if he burns out his soul, he still cannot kill the Blood Demon.
The golden ring caught his eye, the serpentine symbol was suppressed, and black and white slashes were intertwined and fighting within it.
This scene was fleeting, and in that moment of daze, some extraordinary memory crept into the mind of the Demon Lord.
The Fire that Protects the Mountain—no, this fire does not belong to the Mountain of No Return, but is a brand new Fire that was born from the burning soul of the young man—far more powerful and potent than the current Fire.
In the chaos, the Demon Lord recalled the boy's unparalleled ability to imitate—perhaps not a clumsy imitation, but rather the ability to build, condense, and create.
Burning a small amount of spiritual energy is enough to create the Li Fire.
An incredible idea took shape in the mind of the owl demon.
In the mirror behind the door, Feng Yun exhaled as if he had survived a calamity.
Fortunately, he didn't make a move. Sure enough, the task of being a target had to be left to those three idiots.
The fire of Mount Bugui is the fire of heaven, and its source is the great creator god.
The creator god is of a higher divine level than Zhuze and Kongsang, which were first created by the creator god using his own spiritual veins and bones.
Although they are most similar to the Creator God in the Three Realms and have obtained some of the Creator God's abilities to weave the Fire of Separation, they are not true gods.
Fengyun was not afraid of the Li Huo because, before Zhu Ze perished, he transplanted the unburned spiritual vein into his own body, hoping to one day lead the demon race to break free from the suppression of the No Return Mountain.
This young man, though in human form, could wield divine artifacts and cultivate demonic arts. He possessed no demonic bones, nor did he bear the aura of Zhu Ze or Kong Sang, yet he still managed to create the Li Fire using his spiritual essence.
Most importantly, there is the Dharma wheel symbol on the boy's forehead.
If I'm not mistaken, he should be the God of Order that Zhu Ze mentioned before, who is above humans, gods, and demons, and is on par with the Creator God.
The God of Order is often born when mountains and rivers are overturned and the order of heaven and earth is about to be disrupted. Its form can be a butterfly, a flower, a tree, or even a tiny grain of sand.
He can set things right and save countless lives from suffering, or he can simply destroy the world and restart an era with a wave of his hand.
The God of Order has no need for emotions or desires, nor for benevolence, generosity, or hatred of evil. He only needs to observe the world with a cold eye and make the fairest decisions with a clear mind.
Such gods are born with a spirit of a deity to protect and guide the unawakened spirits. However, this god, who most needs justice, is born in the form of a human, a being with the most emotions and desires. This means that he has many weaknesses that can be exploited by others.
If he were to encounter another old codger like himself who used underhanded methods to suppress the soul of the Lord... then his current weakness would be understandable.
Feng Yun's deep gaze fell on the face of the girl beside him, her serpentine holy mark indicating she was a member of the Wushan tribe. His gaze became playful.
Parasitic Curse.
The parasitic curse of the Wushan gods.
A group of false gods dared to cast a parasitic curse on the true god.
To be honest, his role as the God of Order was truly pathetic. It would have been better to pass on all his divine power to him. The soul that served him hasn't yet recognized a master, so if he could take the power of Order under his control—
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The demon was shocked. Seeing the situation, he turned to escape, but the boy in mid-air did not give him the chance. In the instant he turned around, he and the demon were completely consumed by the flame.
The boy's body fell slowly like a kite with a broken string. The platinum flames disappeared as he stood up. His hair was lifted by the wind, and the scroll shone brightly behind him.
Surprisingly, the master did not immediately retrieve the scroll. He dragged his exhausted body, which was almost completely drained of spiritual energy, and walked over with heavy steps, leaving a long and shocking trail of blood behind him with each step.
It thought its master would first pat its head and send it some spiritual energy, since it was unable to move after being attacked by the Blood Demon and it might be very troublesome to repair itself on its own.
Under Wu Ying's expectant gaze, the master floated past it like a gust of wind.
He stood before the sleeping girl, gazing at her intently for a long time. His long, drooping eyelashes, like two black fans, concealed the turbulent emotions surging deep within his eyes. After an unknown amount of time, he finally knelt down and reached out to touch her face, but for some reason, he stopped just inches away.
He saw his master rummaging through his arms, the blood flowing from his arm staining his black clothes a deeper color.
Wu Ying looked at the girl's fair face and seemed to understand what her master was looking for.
Was he afraid of getting blood on Shi Xianxue's face? Master is so considerate these days. But how could a grown man like him possibly have a handkerchief? Besides, wouldn't it be more convenient to just use a cleaning spell?
Sure enough, it saw the boy fumble around for a while, then dejectedly lower his arm. But he was only listless for a short time before he mischievously raised the back of his blood-stained hand and rubbed it against the girl's face.
Wu Ying: ...What is Master doing?
Could it be because the Blood Demon was about to...? But he clearly hasn't even touched it yet. When did Master's mysophobia reach such a perverted level?
Unable to comprehend her master's perverse sense of humor, Wu Ying lay speechless on the ground, bravely and independently repairing her body.
Wu Xiutang finally stopped when Shi Xianxue's face was stained with his warm blood.
He smiled, his chest heaving, but he made no sound, as if admiring a perfect painting he had painstakingly created. His smile clearly showed satisfaction and pleasure.
He started coughing up blood as he laughed, and the aftereffects of burning part of his soul caused him to have a splitting headache and blurred vision.
His body swayed precariously, too weak to lift her any further. After painstakingly wiping the blood from his mouth, Wu Xiutang reached out in the deathly silence, his little finger gently touching hers. The instant their skin touched, the raging inferno in his heart was momentarily calmed.
The girl was oblivious and allowed him to entwine her intimately like a lover. Wu Xiutang lowered his eyes and chuckled, then turned over and lay down next to her.
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