Chapter 128 The King of Poisonous Souls was filled with disbelief as he formed a pact.
The King of Poison looked on in disbelief.
After all, the King of Poison had just said, "Then kill me," and Shinju immediately followed up by asking him if he wanted to be reincarnated. Putting it all together, the King of Poison naturally understood that Shinju would rather kill him than abandon him again.
Shinju immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly tried to explain, but the King of Zhen tightened his grip on his neck with both hands, forehead to forehead, his eyes filled with extreme disappointment, and his tone chillingly cold as he said, "Does Qing'er dislike me that much?"
The struggle in Zhenwang's expression lasted only a moment before bitterness was replaced by madness. He released Zhensu, and the black mist condensed into raven-black wings, carrying Zhenwang slowly into the air.
"Then let's do it. But after you kill me, remember to return to the palace. My original body is still alive, so don't let any escape. Otherwise, when I come looking for Qing'er again... I might not be able to let Qing'er kill me. Heh, a joint burial, thinking about it, is really not bad. What need is there for reincarnation?"
As Shinju watched the Poison King's maddening aura and swirling black mist, his pupil-less eyes seemed to be filled with a sorrowful and resolute look, as if tears of blood were about to fall. In that instant, Shinju's heart trembled. It was as if all the spiritual energy in his organs had been drained away, and his meridians screamed in pain, a hundred times more painful than any poisoning attack he had ever suffered before.
Seeing that Shinju was hesitant to make a move, the King of the Poisonous Blade drew a long Miao sword from his palm and placed the hilt into Shinju's hand.
When the hilt of the sword touched Shinju's palm, the icy touch brought him back to his senses for a moment. He pondered the words of the King of Poison for a while before suddenly realizing that something was wrong.
Shinju stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the King of Zhen, exclaiming excitedly, "His Majesty's true form is still in the palace?! His Majesty isn't... Zhenmo, you're not dead?!"
King Zhen was already prepared to entrust the fate of this divided spirit to Shinshu, but he was stunned for a moment before he understood why Shinshu had asked this question.
The two locked eyes, and a storm that was about to break suddenly ceased.
After a while, the two, who were completely unrelated, finally arrived at the point of exchanging information.
"So, His Majesty has created a new avatar and come to the world of cultivation, rather than after death..."
"Even if I were to truly pass away, I would not be able to reincarnate. Doesn't Qing'er's cultivation require forming a pact with a spirit?"
Shinjuku, who was crying tears of joy, suddenly looked up.
“Although I am not a yin spirit, the physical body of this divided spirit has not yet been fully refined. It is not far from being a soul-like body. It is worth a try,” said the Poison King.
"...This bond cannot be easily broken, Your Majesty, do you really want to?" Zhen Su's lips trembled. "The demon will be an extremely troublesome opponent. This bond means that our lives will be tied together. But this is my battle alone, my mission alone."
"What difference is there between your death and my death?" Without blinking, the King of Poison embraced Masukuni, his firm strength conveying to Masukuni, "Rather than facing it alone, let me be your help."
Having a being of the Ghost King level become one of one's three corpses is more than just a simple aid.
Shinjuku decided to stop hesitating. He wiped away his tears and stared at the King of Poison with unwavering determination, nodding emphatically.
He needs to become stronger, not only to protect himself from the demon, but also to protect the Poison King!
From Zhen Su, the Poison King saw the former prodigy's charisma—so resolute, so handsome. A smile involuntarily crept into the Poison King's eyes. At the same time, he recalled the cold glance from Ji Qing Zhen Jun, etched into his memory for many years. And now, that Ji Qing Zhen Jun, his Qing'er, had brought him into his sphere of influence. A long-held obsession had finally been shattered, filling the Poison King with a sense of satisfaction that permeated his entire being.
The blood pact was simple. Shinju bit his fingertip, and the King of Poison grasped Shinju's wrist bone, taking the long, white finger into his mouth. Once the immortal blood was drawn into the King of Poison's body, the blood pact took effect, binding them completely together.
The King of Poison resided in the middle three corpses of Shinjuku, which was also the corpse position closest to Shinjuku's heart.
However, the King of Poison was not very willing to stay inside. The cocoon of black mist was still there, so he sat down next to Shinjuku without any restraint, idly stroking Shinjuku's cotton-like ear hair.
The previous standoff vanished. After speaking openly, Shinju was eager to tell the King of Poison what he had seen and heard during this period. However, he did not forget what the King of Poison had said earlier: that a demonic person might expose his whereabouts to Izumi.
The King of Poison also suppressed his lustful thoughts, and his eyes became sharp. "The Phoenix Feather Demon Lord has been monitoring this place with his divine sense. He is still on the third floor."
"Divine sense? You can't use divine sense in the underworld!" Zhen Su asked, puzzled. "Wait—when did you start monitoring?!"
The King of Zhen was strangely silent for a moment, then said, "I will enter your room from here."
“…Then what?!” Shinju sat up abruptly, glanced down at his still-rotten undergarment, and then looked up sharply at the King of Poison.
"It was merely a delaying tactic. I intercepted you from Feng Ling, claiming to have a grudge against you, and thus came to humiliate you. Rest assured, they will only see me on top of you, and later I even directly severed their divine senses from trying to spy on you." The Poison King knew this would arouse their suspicion, but he would never allow anyone else to see his Qing'er's emotional state. Therefore, he had already made up his mind that, at worst, he would overturn the table and confront those people head-on.
What he didn't expect was that the suspicious lotus behind the phoenix feather was actually the demon who had caused Zhen Su to be in this state, whose strength was overwhelmingly powerful, like an insurmountable chasm.
Shinjuku was not reassured by the King of Poison's explanation. His gaze slowly shifted to his wrist, to the motionless silver bracelet.
The King of Poison also saw it and was suddenly stunned.
Ghost Silver, unable to continue feigning death after being stabbed by two sharp eyes, instantly transformed into a silver jellyfish and swam away. However, the quick-witted Shinjuku used the same trick again and grabbed its small tentacles.
"!!" The silver jellyfish's tentacles all tucked together, appearing as if it had shrunk into a ball from a distance. Then it trembled uncontrollably, probably from anger. "I...I didn't mean to..." watch a live sex show! It didn't want to watch!! But the initial Poison King sat down with lightning speed, shocking it for a long time, causing it to miss the best opportunity to speak. Later, as it got more and more intense, it dared not move, dared not speak! Therefore, it could only play dead.
The silver on the surface of the silver jellyfish is opaque. If the inside were visible, then what Shinju and the others would be seeing right now would most likely be a red ball.
Unable to glean any further information, Feng Ling grew displeased, and even Mr. Bai's attempts to help her improve were futile.
Mr. Bai was then pushed aside.
Mr. Bai rubbed his sore and swollen cheeks and forced a smile, saying, "My Lord Demon Lord, please calm down. That person can't escape. I've placed a restriction in his courtyard, making it difficult for him to stay conscious."
"Is this what I'm worried about? I'm worried about whether he'll be played to death!" Heaven knows if that Ghost King knows the consequences of his actions. I shouldn't have given Jiqing to him! Feng Ling truly regretted it. He had originally planned to bring the person to Yi Lian and use the promise of taking Jiqing's life as bait to force Yi Lian to agree to become his Daoist partner.
If a person is killed by the Ghost King, then it would be a great loss.
Thinking of this, Feng Ling couldn't sit still any longer and decided to make a trip to snatch the person back.
Mr. Bai had no choice but to get up and open the door for him, his eyes filled with a deep gloom. He gave Xue Li, who was waiting outside the door, a look before following behind.
Just as they were about to enter the courtyard of the True Abode, a strange Taoist priest covered in strips of cloth suddenly caught up with them and asked Feng Ling for instructions. Feng Ling clicked her tongue, glared at the simple door standing there quietly, ordered Mr. Bai to keep an eye on the man, and then turned and left the Earthly Fiend Courtyard.
When Mr. Bai bowed to see her off, he quietly raised his head and waited until Feng Ling's figure disappeared before heading back home.
Before long, the Poison King inside the room also noticed that the phoenix feather's aura had faded away.
On his way here, he used the silk threads woven from Yin energy to create a net that was intertwined with each other, thus enabling him to explore even the underworld, where divine sense could not reach.
No one knows for the time being how Feng Ling used her divine sense to spy on them.
With Feng Ling gone, things became urgent.
"Should we pursue them?" Shinju solemnly stood up, his golden eyes narrowed, his killing intent surging like waves.
The King of Poison pondered silently, then suddenly said, "In my opinion, Feng Ling should be Yi Lian's suitor. His purpose is not simply to take your life, but to use you as a bargaining chip to get closer to Yi Lian."
"If we only report your whereabouts, we'll only gain one favor. But that person is arrogant and vindictive, so they probably won't do something so easy. If we're going to do it, we'll hold onto our chips tightly."
After listening to the King of Poison's analysis, Shinju felt that this person's behavior was somewhat familiar. After asking him in detail and learning about the physical characteristics of the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord, Shinju suddenly realized.
"So it was him! Crimson Flame Flying Hair, having some connection with Yi Lian, that must be Lin Jue of the Bi Fang clan." The Bi Fang clan has always prided themselves on being descendants of the phoenix, yet they are always dissatisfied with others using the phoenix to surpass them. Their ambitions are sky-high, but their strength is indeed not to be underestimated.
"Is it a demon transformed into a monster? If it is indeed an ancient demon race, then my deduction is even more credible. Such a proud person would not stoop to merely leaking information, but would instead bring the person to Yi Lian to claim credit."
Zhen Su nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "No wonder he could see through it. What he used was not divine sense. These kinds of naturally born demon beasts are born with demon cores and intelligence, and they have extremely keen insight and six senses."
Shinju turned his head to the side, exchanged a smile with the King of Blades, and said, "Let's not chase after them. Let's take a gamble."
The King of Poison, seeing through the True Monk's unfinished words, continued, "I bet the Lotus cannot enter the Underworld. The most dangerous place may be the safest."
"The darkest place is under the lamp." Shinju's golden eyes shone like stars.
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