Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 652 Mandrill
Wang Jian smiled as he looked at Lin Feng.

Becoming a Heavenly King, having a voice in the Pure Land, and thus obtaining some leading scientific research results, or even influencing the direction of the Pure Land, is what the higher-ups expect of Lin Feng.

A demon spirit ranked on the Earthly Ranking with a divine-level soul skill—this gift is incredibly valuable and cannot be bought even with money.

Spirits of this caliber are all registered and are no longer allowed to be sold freely; only Lin Feng has such privileges.

Such a young dual-king powerhouse is not weak among the apostles, and it is not impossible for him to become a Heavenly King in the future.

Lin Feng said calmly, "There is already a Wind King in the Pure Land."

The Twelve Heavenly Kings of the Pure Land each have their own title. However, these titles are not named after the kings themselves.

Most of them are named according to their attributes and fighting style.

For example, the Wind King, who is of the wind attribute and is skilled in wind-based attacks, once single-handedly summoned countless hurricanes, razing a city of one million people to the ground.

He is also the fastest among the Twelve Heavenly Kings, and his strength should rank him among the top five.

Meng Tianwang is skilled in mental attacks and is a professional beast tamer.

The Heavenly King of Fate is a god-level healer.

However, the title of the Otherworldly King is a special case, as his title is based on his status as an extraordinary person, and therefore needs to be considered separately.

"How about we name it 'Explosion'? Your fighting style is explosions?" Wang Jian said with a smile.

Blast King?
Lin Feng gave a wry smile.

The name sounds kind of funny.

Lin Feng did not continue the topic, and Wang Jian also put away his smile and his expression became somewhat serious: "Alright, let's get back to the main point. Unlike the bloody storm when it was first established, the Pure Land has been very low-key in recent years, to an abnormal degree. The Twelve Heavenly Kings almost never participate in the struggle with the Divine Martial Continent. Even when the Chaotic Land was being merged, the apostles they sent out were not for the purpose of closing down the Chaotic Land."

Lin Feng listened quietly without saying a word.

He knew very little about Pure Land.

"We cannot yet be certain of the Pure Land's attitude towards the Otherworlders, or whether it will take action against them when war comes. But one thing is certain: from the very beginning, the Pure Land was convinced that the Divine Martial Continent would successfully invade. Otherwise, their mission and slogan would not have always been 'protecting the last pure land of mankind'."

As Wang Jian spoke, he kept an eye on Lin Feng's expression. Lin Feng's composure surprised him.

He had said this to many people, but Lin Feng was the calmest among them.

They were as calm as if they had known the news beforehand.

Has someone told you this?

Wang Jian asked with some surprise.

"No."

Lin Feng shook his head slightly. Seeing Wang Jian's surprised look, he said, "Isn't war coming? Even if the Pure Land believes that the war between humans and otherworldly beings will be lost, there's nothing to be surprised about."

Lin Feng's answer made Wang Jian smile wryly.

Indeed, that was the case; he was simply surprised by Lin Feng's composure.

They seemed to be just listening to a story, with an indifferent attitude as if it were none of their business.

Wang Jian continued, "According to the World Alliance's speculation, the Pure Land has been trying to create a special space since its inception, which is what they call the last Pure Land?"

Lin Feng frowned slightly: "So?"

"The higher-ups want to know if they succeeded. Will this research help close the portal? Does the Pure Land have a way to prevent the invasion of aliens? If possible, you can gather information on this. Of course, the premise is to ensure your own safety."

"Well, I see."

Lin Feng nodded, understanding Wang Jian's meaning, but didn't say anything more or make any promises.

An apostle probably won't have access to these messages and research findings; only becoming a Heavenly King would make that possible, which is not something he can consider right now.

Lin Feng did not express his opinion, and Wang Jian did not care.

Given Lin Feng's track record, he doesn't need these useless things.

After Wang Jian finished speaking, he left. After he left, Lin Feng went to the basement, which was the training room. He then eagerly opened the black bag and took out the demon-sealing artifact inside.

A black demon spirit, resembling a ghost and with a ferocious appearance, floated inside the demon-sealing artifact.

"Mandrill!"

A look of surprise flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

He hadn't expected it to be a rare mandrill.

The Mountain Demon, ranked 51st on the Earth Ranking, possesses the innate skill [Undead], which, like [Aging] and [Wraith], belongs to the Curse Soul type.

It is a rare god-level soul skill among cursed soul skills.

Those who are affected can only watch helplessly as their flesh and blood are devoured, leaving behind a skeleton that gradually turns black. This is the origin of the name "Undead".

At the same time, the undead can also be controlled by the user of the soul skill.

The mandrill is renowned, and this spirit is extremely rare.

Someone had refined this demon spirit, but Lin Feng had never heard of anyone successfully absorbing the [Undead] soul skill.

This type of spirit cannot be absorbed by those with exceptional talent.

Even with Ye Qiulai's assistance, he would likely be powerless. Lin Feng hadn't expected the higher-ups to find him such a demonic spirit.

Are you that confident in him?
It was because he had successfully absorbed the soul skills of [Aging] and [Wraith] before.

Indeed, absorbing [Aging] is no easier than absorbing [Undead], and may even be more difficult.

The dragonfish has already absorbed nine soul skills and transformed into a life soul. It can absorb one more soul skill, but even the dragonfish cannot guarantee that it will be able to successfully absorb such a precious god-level soul skill.

Or rather, even 10% cannot be guaranteed.

This soul skill is extremely rare and hard to come by; if you fail to absorb it, you may never find it again.

Therefore, the only option is for the nightmare to absorb it.

Nightmare has now absorbed seven soul skills: [Demonic Flame], [Demon Transformation], [Illusion], [Substitute], [Six Arms], [Aging], and [Life Soul Transformation].

All seven soul skills are diamond-level, with five of them being god-level soul skills. The combination of soul skills is so luxurious that it can be described as inhuman.

If we add the [Undead], then there are six god-level soul skills.

Such a combination of soul skills is unprecedented. No one dares to imagine it. If anyone could imagine it, it would be enough to make any extraordinary being feel inferior.

Lin Feng took out the mountain demon from the demon-sealing artifact. The demon struggled incessantly in his palm, but could not break free.

Lin Feng slapped the demon spirit in his hand toward the location of his soul sea, then closed his eyes, and his consciousness transformed into a phantom body and entered the soul sea.

Beyond the soul's edge, the grotto slowly rotated, radiating intense qi and blood. The scorching qi and blood power burned the consciousness like flames, making the illusory image of consciousness somewhat illusory.

Even though it was just a fleeting image of consciousness, Lin Feng could clearly feel the burning pain.

Because the cave completely enveloped the soul sea, Nightmare and the White-Browed Old Daoist, who were inside the soul sea, were constantly being burned by the power of their blood and qi.

This burning sensation is like tempering a spiritual weapon.

Even spiritual weapons can be tempered and melted in the grotto-heaven, let alone illusory demon spirits.

The white-browed Taoist priest's figure was extremely illusory at this moment, dozens of times more illusory than before, as if he might dissipate at any moment.

This was only because Lin Feng had some control over it; the cave mainly burned away nightmares. Otherwise, the old Taoist with white eyebrows would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

Of course, he is still alive, but he is in worse pain than if he were dead.

Tormented by this agony, the old Taoist priest with white eyebrows was filled with regret. Had he known this would happen, he would never have entered Lin Feng's soul sea, even if it meant death.

If the burning continues like this, he probably won't last much longer.

When Lin Feng's illusory consciousness appeared in his soul sea, the previously listless white-browed old Taoist priest immediately perked up and shouted, "Lin Feng, I've thought of a way to alleviate the assimilation!"

Unfortunately, Lin Feng only glanced at him and ignored him.

This white-browed old Taoist priest is not honest.

Like Nightmare, he wanted to possess his body. This was nothing unusual; Lin Feng understood this before deciding to let the White-Browed Taoist enter his Soul Sea. However, the White-Browed Taoist did not keep his promise and fight Nightmare with him.

Since that's the case, let's torture them a little longer before making a decision.

The nightmare is now devouring the mandrill.

Although he was in a grotto-heaven, being tempered by qi and blood, he did not resist and cooperated very well.

Even if he had the ability to refuse.

Nightmare himself was unwilling, and Lin Feng couldn't force him to absorb it.

Lin Feng can use the power and aura of the Nightmare to help the Dragon Fish absorb soul skills, but he cannot force the Nightmare to absorb soul skills.

Lin Feng was not surprised at all that Nightmare was so cooperative.

Nightmare would never pass up an opportunity to become stronger by devouring demonic spirits.

Moreover, in Nightmare's view, this body of his would belong to him sooner or later.

From the moment the mandrill disappeared to the moment the soul skill was successfully absorbed, less than a minute had passed.

As Nightmare grows rapidly, it absorbs soul skills at an increasingly faster pace.

Lin Feng didn't know what level this Nightmare had reached.

He didn't even know if an existence like a nightmare could condense a life soul.

After devouring the mandrill, Nightmare paid no attention to Lin Feng's arrival, not even glancing at him.

He silently endured the scorching heat of the cave.

"White Eyebrows, your time is running out."

After Lin Feng finished speaking to the white-browed old Taoist, he slowly disappeared like clouds and mist.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, a red light swirling within them. The red light flickered like a lamp wick, eventually transforming into a swirling, blood-red vortex that looked incredibly sinister, as if it could devour a person's mind.

A dark red, ghostly figure enveloped Lin Feng and swayed as if it were trying to break free.

Finally, they broke free from their constraints.

The nightmare floated motionless in front of Lin Feng, silently staring at him. The next moment, they attacked simultaneously.