novelapdf 102 Playing with fire will get you burned.
102 Playing with fire will get you burned.
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Xu Yan suddenly felt like her brain wasn't working properly.
This plot isn't right. Shouldn't the one causing trouble be the one being chased and pursued by the Blood Demon Cult, fighting desperately to break through? Why is there suddenly a scene of betrayal?
Stealing the show? That's overshadowing the main character!
Let's look at the Fairy Shop again.
Yan Qiao's face was frosty, but his eyes held only anger, not shock: "How dare you betray me! You have a lot of nerve!"
Situ Yuan, his mouth full of blood, burst into laughter: "Betrayal? There has never been loyalty, so how can there be betrayal?"
The sound was like a thunderclap, deafening and awakening.
Upon hearing this, the Blood Demon Cult members were terrified, and many of them slipped away quietly.
Being captured by Yan Qiao to set up an array to withstand the Heavenly Tribulation was already a deadly task, and now this mess has happened. Once Elder Yan gets angry, none of them will be able to survive!
The Blood Demon Sect, a demonic sect, never talks about unity and friendship. The members are only concerned with naked interests, and it is common for them to harm each other. The upper-level cultivators have the power of life and death over the lower-level members and never show any mercy.
Even though Situ Yuan was already at the Golden Core stage, he could still kill Yan Qiao with ease if he angered him.
The only reason these underworld sects have survived to this day is that their demonic cultivation techniques are easy to learn, allow for rapid progress, and don't require specific aptitude.
However, there are too many frustrated and unfulfilled cultivators in the cultivation world who are willing to fall into depravity in order to advance further.
Once you enter the demonic path, it's like falling into a deep sea; once you're associated with the demonic way, it's extremely difficult to clear your name.
They either had to stay in the Blood Demon Cult, living a life of constant fear and trembling, or they had to go into hiding and leave for distant lands, never to mention cultivation again.
Of those who could choose the Blood Demon Cult, how many had a truly steadfast will?
In this environment, a simpleton wouldn't survive more than a few days. Those who have held on until now are all shrewd and experienced veterans who, upon seeing the current situation, know that this place is no longer safe to stay.
Yan Qiao was furious and raised his hand to kill Situ Yuan, but at that moment, the seventh tribulation lightning struck down!
Yan Qiao immediately put Situ Yuan out of his mind and unhesitatingly shielded himself from the lightning.
opportunity!
Situ Yuan launched a sneak attack, but was slapped away by the enraged Yan Qiao with a palm strike, spinning and falling seven or eight meters away.
At the same time, Xu Yan opened fire, taking advantage of the moment when Yan Qiao's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet emerged, and blasted a cannonball into Yan Qiao's head.
Elder Yan's upper body suddenly tilted to the side, and he almost fell over on the spot.
He endured the excruciating pain and withstood the lightning tribulation!
The bullet core, made from celestial sand, was inserted into Yan Qiao's forehead, making it look like a horn had grown out. However, he would rather be struck by lightning and vomit blood continuously than let a wisp of lightning strike the cauldron.
Xu Yan noticed with puzzlement that the black mist inside the cauldron seemed to have thinned out a bit.
Weird!
Xu Yan fired again, using the last shell to overturn the cauldron. A pill about the size of a baseball, with a faint texture, rolled out of the cauldron like a wisp of smoke.
A thin layer of black mist swirled around it.
Yan Qiao's pupils shrank drastically, and he turned around abruptly, his furious eyes glaring fiercely in Xu Yan's direction.
The great writer Xu felt a chill and immediately tried to open the gate and run away.
Even a severely injured Nascent Soul cultivator is still a Nascent Soul cultivator; his meager Qi cultivation couldn't withstand the attack, and he fled without any psychological burden.
Just then, the eighth bolt of tribulation lightning struck. Yan Qiao tried his best to resist, but after blocking several bolts, his injuries were extremely severe. The bolt of tribulation lightning that he had separated was slightly thicker, and it instantly reduced the baseball-sized pill to the size of a meatball.
The swirling black mist almost disappeared, and the pill itself became so ethereal that it was nearly transparent.
Yan Qiao bled from all seven orifices, then suddenly looked up and saw, with grief and indignation, that the next tribulation lightning was brewing in the tribulation clouds.
Ninefold lightning tribulation! It was actually a ninefold lightning tribulation!
Yan Qiao's eyes were filled with despair.
The pill is called the Resentful Soul Pill. The conditions for refining it are extremely demanding. It requires a massive amount of vengeful souls filled with resentment and malevolence as the main ingredient, and collecting these vengeful souls is extremely difficult.
Not only must there be a large quantity, but there must also be plenty of resentment!
The reason for using a massive number of corpses to refine the calamity puppet is twofold: first, to protect oneself from a heavenly tribulation; and second, to destroy the corpses, which would make the collected vengeful spirits even more violent.
After being refined using secret methods, the essence of many souls is condensed into a pill, which contains not only extremely pure soul power, but also the malevolent energy and resentment left behind by countless wronged souls.
The Vengeful Soul Pill is extremely poisonous; let alone Nascent Soul cultivators, even those at higher levels dare not touch it lightly.
Because this vengeful spirit pill is against the natural order, its completion will inevitably bring a heavenly tribulation. Just a few bolts of tribulation lightning will be enough to obliterate this evil pill.
However, if the Resentful Soul Pill is protected and the power of the Heavenly Tribulation is used to dispel its malevolent energy, it can be transformed into a Soul-Shaping Pill.
And this was exactly Yan Qiao's plan!
At this moment, a trace of black energy still remained on the pill, just a hair's breadth away from completely annihilating the resentment.
However, tribulation lightning is not so easy to withstand. Yan Qiao's injuries were extremely severe, and it was absolutely impossible for him to withstand the next tribulation lightning.
He only had two choices.
Either give up now and all your previous efforts will be wasted, or take the risk of taking the pill and gamble big.
Yan Qiao wavered, torn between two options.
But the heavenly tribulation was about to strike, giving him no time to think.
Yan Qiao's mind flashed back to the countless times he had faced life and death and narrowly escaped death over the past few hundred years. He steeled his heart and swallowed the unformed Soul Shaping Pill into his stomach.
It's just a little bit of resentment left over. With his Nascent Soul cultivation, how could he not refine it?
joke!
It just takes a little more effort.
The moment the elixir entered the mouth, the heavenly tribulation lost its target, and the ninth tribulation lightning, which had been brewing for a long time, came to an abrupt halt, wandering around in the tribulation clouds.
As soon as the pill entered his stomach, Yan Qiao felt it transform into an extremely refreshing coolness that flowed directly from his abdomen into his mind, bringing him indescribable comfort throughout his body. Even his injuries were greatly relieved.
However, to others, Yan Qiao's blood energy was suddenly replaced by black energy, and the black energy soon turned back into blood energy, with the two appearing alternately and flickering uncertainly.
Situ Yuan was first taken aback, then burst into laughter.
Yan Qiao's emotions were interrupted, and she immediately glared at him angrily: "What are you laughing at?"
He himself was completely unaware of it, but to others, his words sounded not like his voice, but like a jumble of many voices, extremely strange.
Situ Yuan coughed repeatedly, thoroughly enjoying himself: "I laugh at you for trying to steal a chicken and losing the rice instead!"
Yan Qiao sneered, "Noisy!"
After saying that, he raised his hand to slap, but although he raised his hand, his arm wouldn't obey him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't slap out.
Yan Qiao was terrified. He wanted to get closer before making a move, but when he took one leg out, the other seemed to be nailed to the ground and he couldn't lift it no matter what he did. In desperation, he grabbed his thigh with both hands and tried to move forward, but he still couldn't move.
Enraged, Yan Qiao swung his palm and struck the leg hard.
Now my arm works properly.
After a few pats, his legs were able to move again.
However, to everyone's surprise, his facial features began to go out of control again, and his two eyes separated as if they had become independent, each turning in a different direction.
At the same time, one half of his face was crying, while the other half was laughing.
That expression was so eerie it sent chills down your spine!