novelapdf Chapter 178 Desire
Chapter 178 Desire
In this illusionary array that isolates the five senses, trust becomes the most deadly poison.
As screams rang out one after another, Yan Fenghuo felt like he was going crazy.
Just as he cleaved back a demon lurking in the shadows with a single strike, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure charging towards him with a sword in hand. It was Xu Fu!
Yan Fenghuo's heart clenched, instinctively thinking that Xu Fu was also a spy, and he was about to swing his knife to fight back.
But just as the blade was about to be thrust forward, Xu Fu roared:
Watch out behind you!
Yan Fenghuo was stunned for a moment, then forcefully twisted his waist and slashed behind him.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that the spy who had attempted to ambush him from behind was none other than his trusted deputy.
Yan Fenghuo looked incredulous: "How come even you...?"
The confidant's eyes were bloodshot, and his blade thrust forward without hesitation, aiming for Yan Fenghuo's heart.
"Pfft!"
A flash of light came from the side, slicing through the neck of the trusted confidant.
Blood splattered.
Xu Fu kicked the fallen corpse aside, grabbed Yan Fenghuo by the collar, and spat angrily in his face: "Are you fucking brain-dead? You dare to hold back at a time like this?!"
Yan Fenghuo was brought back to his senses by the scolding.
Just as he was about to speak, a porcelain bottle rolled out from beside the body of his trusted confidant.
The bottle stopper is gone.
A fruity aroma immediately filled the air.
"not good!"
Xu Fu and Yan Fenghuo's expressions changed drastically. They immediately covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves, took a few steps back, and shouted to their colleagues who were still struggling around them, "Quickly cover your mouths and noses!"
If it were in an open, open space, people could simply hold their breath and move away to avoid danger.
But right now, they're like turtles trapped in a jar.
The surrounding area was filled with a red mist illusion.
The fruity aroma permeated everything, quickly blending into the red mist.
In just a few breaths, the sound of weapons hitting the ground echoed around them.
Several demon slayers with slightly weaker cultivation levels collapsed to the ground first.
Some clutched their throats, gasping for breath in pain, their internal star power like a frozen glacier, unable to circulate even a fraction.
Even Yan Fenghuo, a fifth-level expert, felt dizzy and his legs went weak.
He subconsciously touched the wound he had just been cut by the dagger, looked at the black bloodstains on his fingertips, and gave a self-deprecating bitter smile:
"They even poisoned the weapons..."
I never imagined that after a lifetime of slaying demons, I would be defeated by such despicable tactics.
Xu Fu caught Yan Fenghuo's body, gritting his teeth and holding on. But he saw in despair that the crimson demonic eyes in the red mist were becoming more and more numerous, and more demons were attacking.
Not far away, a young demon slayer covered in blood was wielding a long sword to kill demons.
Suddenly, he saw a blurry shadow approaching.
The young man instinctively slashed at it with his knife.
"Smack."
The blade was held in mid-air by a hand.
"The sect leader?"
The young demon slayer trembled and looked up in the direction of the hand, only to find that it was his former superior, Wen He, which surprised him greatly.
Wenhe stood there quietly, surrounded by red mist.
He gazed at the young man who had once followed him, always smiling so kindly. His hand gripping the blade trembled slightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions—shame, evasion, and pain.
"Tear!"
Before the young man could say another word, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out.
A burly fifth-tier jackal demon leader leaped out from behind Wenhe, his giant axe, covered in bits of flesh, whipping up a stench and cleaving the unsuspecting young demon slayer in two at the waist!
"puff"
Blood splattered out, most of it splashing onto Wenhe's pale, stiff face.
Wenhe shuddered, stunned into silence.
He stared blankly at the upper half of the corpse that had rolled to his feet.
The young man's eyes still held the pain and surprise he felt when he saw his old boss, and even his lips were still in the shape of calling out "Master," but he could no longer utter a sound.
Wenhe's brain was buzzing.
"What are you standing there for? Start killing! The master is watching!"
The fifth-tier jackal leader licked the blood off its axe, grinning maliciously, and impatiently urged Wen He on.
Xu Fu, who was being helped back to this spot, witnessed this scene clearly.
"Wenhe...you beast!!"
Seeing his former colleague now standing shoulder to shoulder with a demon, Xu Fu's eyes turned so red they seemed to bleed.
He shoved the weakened Yan Fenghuo against the wall behind him, gripped his battle sword like a madman, and charged wildly towards Wen He:
"I'm going to chop you into pieces today, you bastard!"
"Foolage that's courting death!"
The jackal demon leader grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and swung his giant axe at Xu Fu.
Soon, another fifth-tier leopard demon emerged from the mist.
The two powerful demons, one on the left and one on the right, relentlessly suppressed Xu Fu, who had already inhaled poisonous gas and whose star power was not flowing smoothly.
In no time, Xu Fu was in grave danger, with several blood grooves appearing on his body.
Wenhe, however, remained standing there blankly, like a soulless wooden sculpture.
Thick, fresh blood dripped down his cheeks.
It flowed into the pool of blood beneath their feet.
His fist slowly loosened in his sleeve, then clenched tightly again, and then relaxed weakly once more.
The muscles in his face were twitching violently.
It felt like two voices were tearing me apart in my mind.
[I'm doing this to survive... I just want to live...]
This isn't my fault; Jiang Mu forced me into it. They framed me... I had no other choice...
He kept comforting himself and trying to excuse himself.
Yan Fenghuo leaned against the wall. The poison had already eroded his meridians, leaving him almost too weak to even lift a knife.
He stared at the stunned figure not far away, spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with black blood onto the ground, and cursed:
"Wenhe, you spineless beast! I used to think you were someone of importance, and I respected you the most. I never imagined you would be so spineless as to become a dog for demons!"
"Old Tian was truly blind; he shouldn't have mentored you back then!"
Yan Fenghuo continued to curse.
Wenhe opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with dry grass, and he couldn't make a sound.
As the poisonous fog spread, more and more demon slayers collapsed from exhaustion, too weak to even resist.
The monsters excitedly pounced forward to tear at it.
Hearing the screams of his once-familiar colleagues, Wenhe trembled even more violently.
Scenes from my time in the Demon Slayer Division flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern:
When he first joined the Demon Slayer Division, Elder Tian patted him on the shoulder and praised him as a promising talent.
The first time he led a team to slay a demon, his brothers gathered around the campfire, drinking cheap liquor and laughing and joking as they said they would fight their way through the demon's lair together the next day.
When he was promoted to head of the third hall, those young faces looked at him with eyes full of admiration and trust...
Now, those once vibrant sounds have all turned into screams that fill his ears.
"How could this happen...?"
"How...how did things turn out like this?"
Wenhe closed his eyes in pain.
He admitted that he was power-hungry and that he had lost the drive to strive over the years.
Admit that you are timid and fearful, hesitant and timid.
But he could swear that he had never truly thought of betraying the Demon Slayer Division or the old man Tian who had been so kind to him.
Back in Huzhou City, members of the Red Umbrella Sect secretly contacted him, offering him great rewards. Although tempted, he stubbornly resisted the urge to agree. But why did one wrong step lead to another?
Why is it that when I look back, I am already in the abyss, my hands covered in the blood of my comrades?
"Master..."
Just as Wenhe's mind was on the verge of collapse, a weak voice called out.
Wenhe looked down.
A former demon slayer from the Third Hall was now lying in a pool of blood.
He clutched his abdominal wound with both hands, barely clinging to life, his eyes filled with a faint hope and pleading as he looked at Wenhe.
"Master... could you please... pass on a message to my mother...?"
"You've met her... Last year she came to the company to bring winter clothes... She even kowtowed to thank you for taking good care of me..."
"Just say...just say her son..."
The man's voice grew weaker and weaker, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes completely disappeared.
Wenhe stared blankly at that familiar face.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The fists hanging at his sides were clenched tighter and tighter.
the other side.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Xu Fu was kicked in the chest by the jackal demon.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing onto the muddy ground, even the knife in his hand flying away. Under the combined attack of two fifth-tier demons, he ultimately could not withstand it.
"Pooh!"
The jackal demon leader, carrying a giant axe, walked up to Xu Fu with his companions, their faces full of sinister grins.
"This kid is a fifth-realm cultivator, with delicate skin and tender flesh; the spiritual energy inside his flesh must be abundant."
The jackal demon kicked Xu Fu, licked his lips, and turned to his companion to discuss, "This meat is good, how about we split it in half?"
"good!"
My companion rubbed its paws together. "Then I'll start eating!"
Having said that, he raised the long sword in his hand and aimed it at Xu Fu's thigh, intending to cut it off.
Xu Fu closed his eyes, powerless.
"puff"
The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out.
The demon holding the knife froze in mid-air, its sinister smile frozen in place.
It lowered its head blankly, staring at a blade tip dripping black blood, which pierced through its chest without warning.
They didn't even know what had happened.
The next second, the long knife that had pierced its chest swung upwards with force.
"Whoosh!"
This fifth-tier leopard demon was actually cleaved in two.
Blood rained down.
The jackal demon next to them, who was preparing to share the food, was completely dumbfounded.
When it saw the figure standing behind the leopard demon's corpse, holding a blood-stained longsword, it was instantly enraged:
"Wenhe?!"
"Damn it, you lowly humans are indeed untrustworthy!"
It swung its giant axe and roared as it charged towards Wenhe, simultaneously shouting at the surrounding demon horde:
"Men, chop this two-faced traitor into mincemeat!"
Upon hearing the shout, the demons that were originally preparing to devour the other demon slayers roared and swarmed towards Wenhe to kill him.
Yan Fenghuo, who was leaning against the corner of the wall, was stunned.
Xu Fu, lying on the ground, also opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the back of the figure blocking his way, his face full of astonishment.
Wenhe's face contorted, his eyes even bloodshot, as he roared in fury:
"I was originally the head of the Demon-Slaying Division of Daqing!"
"What traitor?!"
After roaring, Wenhe charged back at the surging demon horde.
He's completely gone mad.
They adopted no defensive posture whatsoever, completely abandoning the defense.
The long sword in his hand transformed into streaks of deathly light, sweeping and powerful, each move a desperate, life-or-death struggle.
Blood, brain matter, and severed limbs flew through the red mist.
Driven by this almost self-destructive, frenzied will, the bottleneck within Wen He's body, which had stagnated for many years due to complacency, began to loosen subtly in this desperate situation. His cultivation, at the mid-stage of the Fifth Realm, steadily increased...
At this moment, Jing reached the Great Perfection realm!
Sensing the oppressive aura and reckless madness emanating from Wen He, the jackal leader at the forefront immediately cowered.
"This guy's gone mad!"
A hint of fear flashed in its eyes, and it turned to retreat a few steps, letting the other monsters wear it down first.
"Stay here, you bastard!"
Wenhe leaped over the heads of several lesser demons with a powerful kick, and then slashed down with his sword in mid-air.
"Crack!"
The blade sliced through the jackal demon's thick protective aura with unstoppable force, severing the demon's neck cleanly at the root, terrified out of its wits.
The jackal's head rolled to the ground, and blood gushed from its headless corpse.
However, individual bravery is ultimately insignificant in the face of a vast sea of demons.
As more and more demons gathered around, Wenhe's star power was rapidly drained away during his frantic output.
His wounds were increasing.
But he still gritted his teeth and mechanically and frantically swung the long knife in his hand.
"Dang Lang!"
After splitting open the hard skull of a bull demon, the sword that had been with him for many years also broke in two.
Wen He didn't even glance at the broken sword. He casually tossed it into the eye socket of a demon, then let out a roar as his hands were enveloped by two vortexes of azure energy.
The cyclone is extremely compressed, with edges resembling sharp, invisible blades.
Once again, they charged into the demon horde!
The gale was like a blade, instantly shredding the little demon in front of him into minced meat and blood.
The pile of corpses at their feet grew higher and higher.
Gradually, a small mountain of corpses formed.
And he stood atop that mountain of corpses, his body covered in blood.
Until one
A sixth-tier wolf demon, as tall as a two-story building, parted the red mist and appeared before him.
The sixth-tier wolf demon grinned contemptuously, revealing a mocking expression.
It didn't even use any weapons; it simply raised its enormous claws and thrust them forward.
"Pfft!"
The sharp wolf claws pierced Wenhe's abdomen.
The wolf's claws pulled outwards.
A large section of bloody intestines was torn out.
Then he struck out with his palm.
The crane flew in an arc through the air, crashed to the ground, rolled twice, and then came to a stop.
He coughed up mouthfuls of blood and tried desperately to get up, but his arms went limp and he fell heavily back into the mud.
"Old Wen!"
Xu Fu roared, his eyes red.
Wenhe didn't look at Xu Fu, but looked down at his hands, which were covered in blood.
In a daze, I was transported back to my youth when I first joined the Demon Slayer Division. Back then, the blood on my hands was also from demons.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a self-deprecating smile that conveyed a sense of relief.
"Old Xu..."
Wenhe's voice was weak and intermittent.
"I suddenly realized... that death isn't such a terrible thing after all..."
His eyes gradually became vacant.
The gaze seemed to extend beyond the blood-red battlefield, looking towards a very, very distant place.
"If I'm not afraid of death... then what was I afraid of before?"
"Now... even if we get down there... that bastard Jiang Mu... can't laugh at me for being a coward anymore, right..." The sixth-tier wolf demon shook the blood off his claws, twisting his thick neck as he slowly strolled over.
It looked down at Wenhe, its eyes flashing with doubt and mockery, and asked in bewilderment:
"I don't understand. What's wrong with you? Have you suddenly had a change of heart and want to betray us? Or were you a spy deliberately sent by your Demon Slayer Division to infiltrate our ranks from the very beginning?"
"But what good will it do you to risk your life like this?"
Hearing the sixth-tier wolf demon's question, Wen He weakly closed his eyes, letting the blood spill from his mouth. With a hint of mockery and pity, he breathed weakly:
"Born to eat raw meat and drink blood, you beasts... how could you monsters without even a heart understand?"
These words immediately enraged the sixth-tier wolf demon.
The mockery in its eyes transformed into a savage, ferocious glint. With a flick of its blood-dripping giant claw, it gave an order to the surrounding demons:
"Go, divide up all the food for these two-legged sheep for me."
Remember, chew slowly, eat one bite at a time.
I want them to watch their own intestines being ripped out, to watch themselves being gnawed away, bit by bit, until they're reduced to skeletons!
Upon hearing this, the dozens of demons around them gleamed with greedy red light in their eyes.
Like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, they roared and pounced on the people lying on the ground.
Xu Fu closed his eyes in despair.
Yan Fenghuo gripped the broken knife tightly, attempting a final struggle.
"boom"
However, the next moment, the dozen or so demons at the forefront were blasted away by a blood-red gale.
Several low-level demons exploded into clouds of blood mist in mid-air.
Minced meat rained down like drops of water.
The sixth-tier wolf demon was startled, its fur standing on end, and it abruptly looked up.
Amidst the drifting blood mist, a handsome man with a murderous aura emanating from him and black clothes fluttering in the wind appeared in its sight, carrying a dark red longsword and stepping over the wreckage.
The demon army had already spread the image of this face far and wide.
The sixth-tier wolf demon's pupils contracted, and it immediately recognized the other party's identity.
"You're... that kid named Jiang Mu?!"
The wolf demon narrowed its emerald green eyes, as if facing a formidable enemy, its muscles tensing.
Jiang Mu didn't even glance at it.
He turned his head and glanced at Xu Fu and the others lying in the blood, his tone tinged with apology:
"Sorry, Lao Xu, I really didn't mean to time it perfectly to show off my skills. I rescued a few brothers who were stuck on the way, which made me a little late."
Upon seeing the familiar figure, Xu Fu and Yan Fenghuo's nerves, which had been stretched to the point of breaking, finally relaxed.
The two of them let out a long breath and smiled.
He realized he had been rescued.
As long as Jiang Mu shows up, he can pull you out of the underworld even if you've already stepped halfway into it.
Wen He, lying in a pool of blood, opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Mu with a complicated expression.
Immediately, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.
Why does this guy always act like some kind of arrogant savior whenever he appears?
Seeing that Jiang Mu dared to ignore him, the wolf demon was enraged and laughed, baring his fangs and saying viciously:
"I've heard you're a real sly one, and all those idiots avoid you like the plague. But I, Old Wolf, refuse to believe it! Kid, how about we make a bet?"
Within thirty moves, I'll definitely twist your head off!
Before he could finish speaking, the wolf demon roared, and his bones cracked all over.
Its body expanded instantly, and its right claw blades, like five sharp steel swords, slammed down on Jiang Mu's head with the force of Mount Tai!
A strong wind blew in, causing Jiang Mu's hair to dance wildly behind her.
Jiang Mu, too lazy to waste time with this beast, flashed a golden light in his eyes and directly shouted in his mind:
"Dharma form, manifest!"
"boom"
A powerful pressure erupted centered on Jiang Mu.
Behind him.
A statue of the God of Fire, ten zhang tall and formed entirely of crimson gold flames, rose from the ground!
The image of the Fire God is clad in fiery armor and wields a giant halberd that burns the heavens.
His eyes were like two blazing suns falling from the sky.
It exudes an unparalleled majesty that can burn across the eight directions and look down upon all things.
The intense heat emitted even evaporated the surrounding water into white vapor.
The wolf demon, which had been pouncing menacingly in mid-air, was suddenly stunned.
His eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets.
The surrounding demons and the demon slayers lying on the ground were all dumbfounded, standing there dumbfounded.
She even wondered if she was hallucinating due to excessive blood loss.
A cultivator who has just broken through to the fifth realm... actually displayed a Dharma form?!
This is beyond outrageous.
This is practically rubbing the ironclad rules of the cultivation world into the ground.
and many more……
Why does this image of the Fire God look so familiar?
Xu Fu, Yan Fenghuo, and the others' expressions suddenly changed, and they immediately realized that this was Yuan Qianfan's personal Dharma image, the garrison commander of Yancheng Town. How did it end up on Old Jiang?!
But at this moment, the one who felt it most deeply was the wolf demon that was the first to be attacked.
Under the pressure of the Dharma Form, the wolf demon's proud protective demonic energy shattered like paper.
It felt its very soul trembling, and it had no courage left to fight to the death.
"Awooo!"
The wolf demon let out a mournful howl, forcibly twisting its body in mid-air, using all four limbs to desperately try to escape into the depths of the fog. However, it was too late.
The Vulcan avatar behind Jiang Mu extended a giant hand of flame.
The giant hand pierced through the void and grabbed the fleeing sixth-tier wolf demon in its palm.
"Why are you running away? You can exchange a few blows with me if you fight properly," Jiang Mu said calmly.
"No! Spare me! Your Excellency, spare me..."
"boom!"
Crimson gold flames erupted.
The wolf demon only had time to let out a mournful howl before its body melted away like a candle in the flames.
In just two breaths.
A majestic sixth-tier demon was burned to ashes.
With a casual gesture, Jiang Mu pocketed the sixth-tier demon core.
The remaining monsters around them were terrified at the sight and scattered in all directions.
But the Vulcan Dharma Image merely swung the giant halberd casually.
Those monsters, along with the red mist, were all burned to ashes.
Seeing this scene, Xu Fu, lying on the ground, swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva and muttered to himself:
"We're all at the fifth realm, so why is this guy different from us... He's a beast."
After confirming that there were no more survivors around, Jiang Mu withdrew her Dharma form.
The terrifying heat and oppressive force dissipated, but his face paled slightly.
Even a simple use of such a powerful weapon would be a considerable burden on his stellar energy.
Yuan Qianfan even said there were no side effects.
Jiang Mu was certain that if the Dharma Form was extended for more than two hours, his Star Core would probably explode.
Jiang Mu walked up to the dying Wen He and squatted down.
Looking at the massive, penetrating wound in Wenhe's abdomen, where one could even see his internal organs writhing, he sighed.
He knew that this was beyond saving.
Jiang Mu calmly asked, "Master Wen, do you have any last words?"
Wenhe's eyes were beginning to glaze over.
He looked weakly at Jiang Mu and said haltingly:
"I always felt... that I ended up in this state because of you, you bastard... but now that I think about it... even without you... I would have gone down this path sooner or later anyway..."
Wenhe gave a bitter laugh, and a single, cloudy tear slid down his cheek.
"Because my ambition is long gone."
I'm afraid of death, afraid of losing power... It's my own doing that led me step by step into a dead end...
Jiang Mu looked at him, her gaze softening somewhat for once:
"Old Wen, I used to really dislike your attitude. But now that I think about it, Old Tian was right, you're better than many people, you're a real man." Wen He forced a smile.
He could barely lift his finger and pointed to his chest:
"Here... is something. Please give it to Old Master Tian for me. Just tell him that I, Wenhe, haven't disgraced him enough..."
Jiang Mu took a small box wrapped in cloth from his arms.
He didn't open it, but solemnly put it into his pocket, nodding and saying, "Don't worry, I will personally hand it over to Elder Tian."
Wenhe was breathing weakly:
"Jiang Mu... come closer, I have a few last words I want to say to you..."
Jiang Mu leaned forward and put her ear close.
Wenhe asked in a low voice:
"Jiang Mu, I am now a dying man."
Just take pity on me and tell me the truth... back when the Mist Demons attacked Huzhou City,
Are you... a spy for the demons?
He stared intently at Jiang Mu.
Jiang Mu met his unfocused gaze and shook her head: "No."
Wenhe twitched the corners of his mouth and murmured:
"You little brat, how can you be so annoying... In my next life, I'll definitely beat you to a pulp..."
As he finished speaking, the last glimmer of light in Wenhe's eyes faded.
Its head tilted slightly, and it was lifeless.
Jiang Mu squatted down and remained silent for a while with her head down.
Then, he raised his hand and closed the unwilling eyelids of his former sworn enemy.
Then, Jiang Mu grabbed Wen He's chin and pried open his mouth.
Two fingers probe.
He picked out a Nayin stone that shimmered with a faint light.
Even at the very last moment of his life, this old fellow still had this trick up his sleeve.
If he had followed Wenhe's advice and admitted to being the mole, the Na Yin Stone hidden in his mouth would have recorded everything. Sometimes, disliking someone truly lasts a lifetime.
The so-called relief before death will not truly vanish.
Jiang Mu crushed the Na Yin Stone.
He stood up and patted Wenhe on the shoulder: "Old Wen, may you rest in peace."
Just then, a deafening roar suddenly came from the sky.
At the same time, the red mist illusion array that had enveloped Yan City also dissipated.
The sky reappeared.
Yancheng has finally regained its original outline.
Everyone looked up.
A dark shadow, like an out-of-control meteor, plummeted rapidly from the high clouds.
It's the Peacock Demon King!
"boom!"
The Peacock Demon King's enormous body crashed heavily onto the open ground outside the city.
The terrifying impact created a huge crater that was tens of feet deep and nearly a hundred meters in diameter.
A visible aftershock spread out in a ring along the ground.
It directly sent those low-level demons and cultivators who couldn't dodge in time flying and falling to the ground like fallen leaves.
Above the deep pit, clouds and mist slowly gathered.
Mo Huaisu held a snow-white whisk, his robes fluttering, standing in mid-air like a celestial maiden.
The black and white yin-yang diagram behind her slowly rotated.
She seemed to be the sole ruler of this world, aloof and elegant, her beauty otherworldly.
In the deep pit, the Peacock Demon King coughed up a mouthful of golden blood.
It clutched its almost sunken chest and stumbled to its feet.
His handsome, otherworldly face was now contorted with rage and a cruel smile as he stared at Mo Huaisu in the sky and roared:
"In the end, if I hadn't fallen for that old dog Yuan Qianfan's feint and hadn't hesitated and tested the waters, wasting such a golden opportunity... how could I have waited until you, Mo Huaisu, arrived and ruined my plans?!"
"I am not reconciled!"
"I am not reconciled!!"
The Peacock Demon King let out a long howl, filled with resentment and regret, and transformed into a beam of light, shooting towards the sky.
It quickly disappeared into the depths of the vast clouds.
Mo Huaisu remained indifferent in mid-air and did not set off to give chase.
Although she had just severely injured the Peacock Demon King, if an eleventh-level demon were truly driven into a desperate situation and fought back or even chose to self-destruct its primordial spirit, the power of that attack would be enough to leave even her severely scarred.
Moreover, it's really going to self-destruct.
Of the remaining survivors inside and outside Yan City, probably very few will survive.
This is not worth it.
Moreover, the condition she agreed to for the Daqing court was merely to defeat the Demon King and lift the siege of Yan City.
Now that the deal is done, she naturally won't risk her life for no reason.
With the Peacock Demon King severely wounded and forced to retreat, the demon leaders, seeing the situation was dire, began to flee with their subordinates.
Having purged the internal traitors and broken free from despair, the demon slayers unleashed a frenzied killing intent.
They had been holding back their pent-up frustration for far too long.
And the hatred for the killing of their compatriots.
At this moment, I finally felt completely released.
Everyone roared and charged at the fleeing demon army, brandishing their weapons.
Jiang Mu naturally joined the fray.
He plunged directly into the densest mass of fleeing demons, unleashing the [Peerless Whirlwind Slash], transforming into a rapidly spinning top. His blade energy, like the razor blades of a meat grinder, ruthlessly sliced through the demon horde.
He was like a tireless spinning top, spinning and spinning among the demons, never stopping.
With each batch of demons slain, a continuous stream of pure demonic energy is absorbed into the body like rivers flowing into the sea.
The water level in the magic tank is rising wildly...
It is unknown how long the massacre lasted.
Jiang Mu, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly felt that the Blood Mad Blade in his hand seemed to have been cleaved into a wad of cotton, becoming quite sluggish.
Jiang Mu was startled and stared intently ahead.
It turned out that Mo Huaisu was standing in front of him.
The simple Taoist robe was wide but did not conceal the woman's graceful figure.
Shoulders slender, waist cinched, bust line subtly rises with each breath, like wispy clouds among mountains.
The waist rises and forms a rounded wave.
Each step is trembling, subtly embodying the principles of Yin and Yang.
"Uh, greetings to Sect Leader Mo."
Jiang Mu suppressed his murderous aura and bowed respectfully.
Mo Huaisu looked at him quietly.
Those eyes, so pure and untouched by the world, held a hint of something unusual.
It's as if they're carefully examining a peculiar object.
After a long pause, she parted her lips slightly, her voice like the gentle tapping of a jade chime: "Yuan Qianfan passed on the Dharma Image to you?"
Jiang Mu didn't hide much.
He briefly and concisely explained the origins and development of the Dharma lineage to the head of the Daoist sect.
"Come."
Mo Huaisu raised his right hand, extending a crystal-clear jade finger that hovered in mid-air.
What are you doing?
Jiang Mu was stunned for a moment, and then instinctively extended an index finger and offered it over.
Fingertips touch.
It felt icy cold to the touch, without a trace of warmth that belongs to a living person.
Yet it carries a refreshing clarity.
The next moment, Jiang Muhuo's divine form manifested on its own.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Mu felt a blur before her eyes, and the surrounding scenery began to recede and distort wildly.
He seemed to transform into a streak of light, swiftly traversing the streets and alleys, ruins, and even the darkest passageways of Yancheng. One moment he was amidst a sea of blood atop the city walls, the next he was piercing through the earthen walls of an abandoned mansion.
In an instant, it disappeared into the underground river.
This almost spatially leaping experience dazzled Jiang Mu, yet also made her feel nauseous.
In contrast, consider Mo Huaisu.
With her other hand, she made a hand seal, and the whisk floated quietly above her head.
The black and white yin-yang fish, connected end to end, slowly rotated around the whisk, exuding the aura of the Great Dao.
After an unknown amount of time, the ever-changing scenery around us suddenly froze.
Jiang Mu steadied herself and took a few deep breaths.
Only then did I have time to look around.
He was astonished to find that he and Mo Huaisu were actually in a very ordinary farmhouse courtyard in Yancheng.
The courtyard was quiet.
However, in the very center of the courtyard, an open red umbrella floated.
Under the red umbrella, a blurry figure sat cross-legged.
Judging from the silhouette, it appears to be a woman.
At this moment, countless mysterious auras, emanating a dark golden hue, surged from all directions towards the woman beneath the umbrella, drawing her into her body. "She is one of the leaders of the Red Umbrella Cult, named Red Lotus. Right now, she is stealing the 'fortune' of Yan City's earth veins."
Mo Huaisu's voice was cold and indifferent.
"Only by borrowing the power of your guardian spirit, which is tainted by the karma of Yan City, can we find her hiding place as quickly as possible." Honglian?
One of the first foods of the Red Umbrella Sect?
Combining what Yuan Qianfan had said earlier, Jiang Mu was startled and suddenly realized what was going on.
So this is the real mastermind behind the turmoil in Yancheng!
This woman named Honglian had been lurking in Yancheng.
Whether it was the Demon Slayer Division, the Guardian Envoy, or the arrogant Peacock Demon King, everyone's attention was drawn to the demon war. This became the perfect shield for her to cover up her theft of the world's creation.
That's quite a scheme.
However, Yuan Qianfan had said that the "fortune" of a region is crucial to demons, serving as their supreme resource for breaking through to higher realms. Could it be that the Red Lotus, the leader of the Red Umbrella Sect, is also a powerful demon in essence?
Or perhaps a demon?
Jiang Mu asked in a deep voice, "How do we stop her?"
The incense and prayer power of Yancheng will be Jiang's exclusive source of power in the future. How can he allow others to touch it?
Mo Huaisu gently waved the whisk floating above his head.
"Buzz"
A stream of black and white energy struck the floating red umbrella.
The red umbrella then exploded.
The next moment, the scenery of the farmhouses around them began to change.
When Jiang Mu came to her senses, she felt a wave of heat hit her face.
He was shocked to discover that he and Mo Huaisu were actually in an underground world made of magma.
Beneath their feet was a dark red stone that could only accommodate a few people.
Around the stone, boiling magma flowed slowly, occasionally bursting up huge bubbles that emitted a pungent sulfur smell.
What left Jiang Mu speechless was...
On the edge of this sea of lava and fire, lying, reclining, or standing, lay dozens of alluring, naked women. Their skin was as white as snow, gleaming seductively in the red light.
Each of them had seductive eyes, exuding an irresistible charm, and striking provocative poses.
An atmosphere of lust permeated the air.
Not far from Jiang Mu, a red umbrella was floating quietly.
Seeing this scene before him, Jiang Mu's breathing became rapid and labored, and the fire within his body seemed to be getting out of control.
He quickly activated the "Cold Moon Ice Making Technique" to warm up his almost boiling blood.