Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

Qin Yurou gently stroked a pure white spirit fox in her arms and said softly.

"My monster companions have already set up spies around the town. If there is any unusual activity, they will immediately give an alert."

Gu Sheng nodded slightly.

"Let's try to kill that evil cultivator today, lest things get complicated."

Shen Qingtan hesitated for a moment.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, that evil cultivator has already reached the late Foundation Establishment stage. We..."

"It doesn't matter."

Gu Sheng interrupted her, his eyes filled with confidence.

"I'm sure of myself."

The three of them said no more and each made a hand seal.

Three beams of light shot into the sky, hurtling towards the distant border town.

Jiang Feiyu watched them leave, his eyes filled with even more resentment.

He struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took out a jade talisman from his pocket, crushing it in his hand.

"Gu Sheng, Shen Qingtan, you will regret this!"

He grinned maliciously as he looked at the protective light screens rising around the Taoist temple.

"Wait till you scramble back, and see how I humiliate you!"

He sat down cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing and heal his injuries, his mind already conjuring up images of Gu Sheng kneeling and begging for mercy, and Shen Qingtan filled with regret.

Thinking about how satisfying it was, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"They've all gone, why don't you go with them?"

A deep, sinister voice suddenly rang out behind Jiang Feiyu, sending chills down his spine like the spitting of a venomous snake.

Jiang Feiyu sneered instinctively.

"Hmph, I'd love for them to die at the hands of that evil cultivator."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized that the voice did not come from anyone in his memory.

His body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head.

Three zhang away, a man dressed in a blood-red robe was looking at him with a half-smile.

The man's face was as pale as paper, except for his blood-red lips and his eerily red eyes.

The most terrifying thing was that Jiang Feiyu couldn't sense the opponent's true energy fluctuations at all, as if the person standing there was just a phantom.

"Blood Refines Evil Cultivators!"

Jiang Feiyu screamed and scrambled backward until his back hit the wall of the Taoist temple.

He was trembling all over, his eyes filled with fear.

"How did you get here? The restrictions are clearly in place."

"Restricted?"

The evil cultivator chuckled softly, his scarlet eyes sweeping across the surrounding light screen.

"This childish trick deserves to be called a prohibition?"

He walked slowly forward, each step making Jiang Feiyu's heart race.

As he approached, a strong smell of blood filled the air, and Jiang Feiyu felt short of breath, as if he were in a sea of ​​blood.

"Don't come any closer!"

Jiang Feiyu frantically made hand seals, trying to summon his magical artifact, but found that his internal energy was trapped in a quagmire and could not circulate at all.

The evil cultivator stopped a step away, looking down at him from above.

"Poor little insect, at least your companions had the courage to face me, but you..."

He shook his head, revealing a cruel smile.

"But they only dared to hide behind their backs and curse them."

Jiang Feiyu's face turned ashen, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

He suddenly thought of something, and hope filled his eyes.

"They'll be back soon! Gu Sheng is very capable, you'd better leave quickly!"

"Gu Sheng?"

A red glint flashed in the evil cultivator's eyes.

"Is that the kid who sent you flying with one punch?"

He suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with sarcasm.

"Do you think I'd be afraid of a junior in the Qi Condensation stage?"

Jiang Feiyu realized in despair that even his last bargaining chip was useless.

His knees buckled, and he knelt down.

"Senior, spare my life! I...I'm willing to do anything for you!"

The evil cultivator narrowed his eyes, his scarlet tongue licking his lips.

"anything?"

"Yes! I'll agree to anything!"

Jiang Feiyu curled up on the ground, trembling like a leaf. Ten lines of blood writhed beneath his skin like living things, bringing excruciating pain.

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero."

He released his fingers from the hand seal, and Jiang Feiyu's excruciating pain immediately lessened by more than half.

Jiang Feiyu was panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He could feel that his cultivation level of Foundation Establishment Level 3 had dropped to Level 2, and nearly 30% of his essence and blood had been drained from his body.

Even more terrifying was that the ten blood lines, like a malignant tumor, were deeply rooted in his meridians.

“Remember, bring them to the ruined temple before sunset.”

The evil cultivator's chilling voice rang in Jiang Feiyu's ears.

"otherwise."

He gently beckoned with his finger.

"what!"

Jiang Feiyu screamed in agony, feeling as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, the pain making his vision go black.

The pain came and went quickly. By the time Jiang Feiyu came to his senses, the evil cultivator's figure had already disappeared into the depths of the dilapidated Taoist temple, leaving only the stench of blood and a faint, cold laugh.

"Gu Sheng. Shen Qingtan"

Jiang Feiyu gritted his teeth and got up, his eyes filled with such venom that they almost materialized.

"It's all your fault!"

He staggered out of the Taoist temple and looked up at the sky.

There were still two hours until sunset, enough time for him to find his three "companions".

Jiang Feiyu touched his chest, where a line of blood was slowly wriggling.

He tried to manipulate the blood threads according to the method taught by the evil cultivator, but found that he could not control them at all. These damned blood threads only obeyed the evil cultivator's commands!

"Find them first."

Jiang Feiyu's eyes were filled with malice.

"Once you experience the agony of these blood-red lines tearing at your heart, you'll understand the pain I'm going through!"

He endured the discomfort in his meridians and barely managed to take to the air, flying towards the town.

"Strange, the aura of the evil cultivator has completely disappeared."

Shen Qingtan stood on the flying sword, her brows furrowed.

She held a tracking talisman in her hand, but the talisman did not react at all.

Gu Sheng closed his eyes and concentrated, his spiritual power spreading out like a tide, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius.

A moment later he opened his eyes and shook his head.

"It's definitely not in the same place anymore."

"Xueying said the heretical cultivator went to the dilapidated Taoist temple."

Qin Yurou gently stroked the huge, snow-white falcon beside her and said softly.

Snow Eagle's sharp eyes shone with a spiritual light as it gently pecked her palm in response.

"A dilapidated Taoist temple?"

Gu Sheng and Shen Qingtan exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.

"It was clearly there before we left."

Before Shen Qingtan could finish speaking, her expression suddenly changed, and she turned to look at the horizon.

"somebody is coming!"

A disheveled figure staggered through the air; it was Jiang Feiyu, his clothes torn and his face deathly pale.

Jiang Feiyu crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

He struggled to sit up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his clothes tattered, looking like a stray dog ​​that had been chased for three days and three nights.

"Senior Brother Gu, Senior Sister Shen"

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with terror and regret.

"I was wrong, I really shouldn't have done that."

Shen Qingtan watched coldly, her slender sword trembling slightly in her hand.

She and Gu Sheng exchanged a glance, both of them understanding each other perfectly.

"Jiang Feiyu."

Gu Sheng's voice was as cold as ice.

"When did the inner disciples of the Great Wilderness Holy Academy start cooperating with the Blood Refining Evil Cultivators?"

Jiang Feiyu's pupils contracted sharply, and the feigned fear on his face froze instantly.

"What does Senior Brother Gu mean by this? I risked my life to escape and warn you, and yet you..."

"Report?"

Shen Qingtan sneered, her sword tip pointing directly at Jiang Feiyu's throat. "If you hadn't been so afraid of death, how could Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Sister Li have died in that dilapidated Taoist temple?"

"you!"

Jiang Feiyu's face flushed red, and his pretense completely crumbled.

"What do you know! The path of cultivation is inherently a dog-eat-dog world, I'm just..."

"Just what?"

Gu Sheng took a step forward, his body surging with internal energy.

"Would you really be willing to be a lackey of heretical cultivators just for your own selfish gain?"

Jiang Feiyu's eyes flashed with malice as he suddenly attacked! With a tremor of his arms, ten scarlet lines of blood shot out from his sleeves, lunging at the three like venomous snakes.

"careful!"

Gu Sheng was prepared. With a wave of his right hand, his inner energy condensed into a three-foot-long sword, which he slashed at the line of blood.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and Gu Sheng felt a tingling sensation in his hand.

The bloodline was as hard as iron, and a single sword strike failed to sever it.

Shen Qingtan gracefully retreated, her slender sword drawing a silver arc in the air.

With a clang, the blade collided with the bloodstain and was forced back three steps by the impact.

"This bloodline."

Her face changed slightly.

"He's even stronger than when we fought during the day!"

The snow eagle beside Qin Yurou spread its wings, forming a barrier.

Two lines of blood clashed against the wings, making a screeching sound.

"Senior Brother Gu!"

Qin Yurou exclaimed in surprise.

Gu Sheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the nine great caves within his body opened simultaneously, with the qi in his meridians surging like a river.

"Cut it off!"

The sword of qi shone brightly, and with a single sweep, four lines of blood were severed, falling to the ground and writhing as if they were alive.

"How can it be!"

Jiang Feiyu's face was filled with disbelief.

"My Blood Refining Demon Threads"

Gu Sheng moved like lightning, instantly appearing beside Shen Qingtan and unleashing four consecutive sword strikes.

The moment the bloodline broke, it let out a shrill scream, as if it were struggling in agony with life.

The snow eagle let out a long cry and its wings flapped violently, repelling the blood-red threads that were wrapped around it.

Gu Sheng seized the opportunity and delivered two precise strikes with his sword.

All ten blood lines were severed, and Jiang Feiyu's face turned ashen as he staggered backward.

"waste."

A cold voice suddenly came from the shadows.

Jiang Feiyu trembled and turned around in terror.

"My lord, I."

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator slowly appeared, revealing a pale face beneath his black robe.

He gave Jiang Feiyu a look of disgust.

"If you can't even do this little thing right, what use are you?"

"No! My lord, spare my life!"

Jiang Feiyu knelt down and begged for mercy, his previous arrogance completely gone.

The evil cultivator sneered and lightly hooked his finger.

The broken bloodline on the ground suddenly snapped back, piercing Jiang Feiyu's body like a venomous snake!

"what!"

Jiang Feiyu let out a heart-wrenching scream, his blood vessels bulged all over his body, and blood was being drawn out of his body along the blood vessels.

Gu Sheng watched coldly from the sidelines.

"To negotiate with a tiger for its skin is to be devoured by the tiger in the end."

Shen Qingtan gripped the thin sword tightly.

"His death is no loss, but this evil cultivator..."

Jiang Feiyu's body shriveled up at a visible rate, eventually turning into a skin and bones mummy before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The evil cultivator was surrounded by a blood mist, and his aura was rising steadily.

"tasty."

The evil cultivator licked his lips, his scarlet eyes turning towards the three of them.

"Now, it's your turn."

The figure of the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator vanished suddenly in the bloody light, leaving only a twisted, bloody afterimage in the air.

His speed had surpassed the limits of what the naked eye could perceive, and the pressure of his Grandmaster realm descended like a mountain, making Shen Qingtan and Qin Yurou almost breathless.

"Qin Tian! Run!"

Shen Qingtan's face was deathly pale, her slender fingers gripping the sword hilt tightly, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

She knew perfectly well that even if the three of them joined forces, they would have no chance of winning against a true Grandmaster-level expert.

However, Gu Sheng did not move an inch, but instead took a step forward.

His robes fluttered without wind, and an invisible aura rose from his body.

"court death!"

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling aura.

His figure suddenly appeared three feet in front of Gu Sheng, and a hand covered with blood-red patterns went straight for Gu Sheng's throat.

Shen Qingtan's heart almost stopped; she could almost see the bloody scene of Gu Sheng's throat being crushed.

"Chong"

A clear, crisp sword cry resounded through the sky.

The longsword in Gu Sheng's hand had been drawn at some point, and its blade collided with the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator's palm, producing a metallic clang.

A violent shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them, instantly cracking the ground and sending debris flying everywhere.

"what?!"

The blood-refining evil cultivator's crimson pupils suddenly contracted.

To everyone's astonishment, the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the mountain wall dozens of feet away, kicking up clouds of dust.

"How is this possible?"

Qin Yurou's lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

Shen Qingtan was equally shocked and speechless.

She stared intently at Gu Sheng's retreating figure, as if she were meeting this companion for the first time.

As the dust gradually settled, the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator slowly rose from the deep pit.

His black cloak was tattered, revealing his paper-white skin underneath.

Even more bizarrely, wisps of blood-red flames ignited from his skin, and even his hair turned into burning blood flames.

"good very good!"

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator's voice became hoarse and distorted.

"I never expected that someone at the mere Heavenly Martial Realm could injure me. It seems you have many secrets to hide."

Gu Sheng remained calm, his long sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

"You talk too much nonsense."

"Insanity!"

Enraged, the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator transformed into a crimson lightning bolt once more and charged forward.

This time, Gu Sheng held nothing back.

He simultaneously opened eighteen grotto-heavens within his body, and golden divine flames burst forth from every pore of his body, making him appear like a war god bathed in golden flames.

"The Three Transformations of Nirvana, the Second Transformation!"

With Gu Sheng's low shout, his aura rose steadily, and in the blink of an eye, he was on par with the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator.

"This is this"

Shen Qingtan felt that her understanding had been completely overturned.

She had never heard of a Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator being able to unleash such a terrifying aura.

Qin Yurou was equally shocked.

"Just who exactly is Brother Qin Tian?"

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator's attack was already within reach, but Gu Sheng remained completely calm.

With a flick of his wrist, his longsword drew a perfect arc in the air, precisely blocking the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator's fatal blow.

"boom!"

The two forces collided, causing the space itself to tremble.

The ground beneath Gu Sheng's feet shattered inch by inch, but he himself remained completely still.

"impossible!"

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator screamed shrilly.

"You're clearly only at the Heavenly Martial Realm!"

Gu Sheng's lips curled into a cold smile.

“Level of attainment does not represent everything.”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted his strength, and the golden light on his longsword intensified, forcing the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator back once again. (End of Chapter)