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Chapter 225 224. Demonic Yandu, Terrorist Methods (5.6K words - Please subscribe)
Song Yan originally thought that it would be difficult to find the Heavenly Demon Dragon. At least the Heavenly Demon Dragon should hide its head and show its tail, running around in a precarious manner. After all, the master of the world was obviously watching it.

but
He was wrong.

Because the devil actually built a city.

A mortal city in a low-level cultivation area was transformed into a demon city.

Song Yan didn't even need to ask too much. He just released his spiritual sense and listened carefully to know the name of this city - Dayandu.

Dayandu was actually called "Dayandu", but it is not known whether it was a mispronunciation or people were afraid of the meaning of the word "yan", so they called it Dayandu.

There are ordinary people in Dayandu.

The people have nowhere to go and can only live here, living in fear of their future.

The word "Yan" in "Dayandu" naturally shows the devil's idea—the doomsday glutton takes the common people as a feast and has a carnival.

But even a rabbit does not eat grass near its burrow, and the demons naturally want to have a comfortable place to stay, rather than hanging around in the wilderness all day, looking like savages who eat raw meat and drink blood. That’s why there was this capital city where mortals and demons coexist.

The outer city of this capital is where the common people live.

The inner city is the devil.

The most central building in the inner city is called the Octagonal Blood Covenant Building.

This building is a place for trading "hosts", exchanging information, and forming teams.

The demons would bring here "powerful monks who are not suitable for their use" for exchange.

There are several mysterious shields provided by the demons around this octagonal Blood Covenant Building. Even if a spiritual cultivator touches this shield, he will be like a "bug caught in a spider web" and will have to struggle for a while.

Of course, the Divine Transformation cultivator was able to struggle out, but while he was struggling, the Heavenly Demons stationed in the Octagonal Blood Covenant Building had already noticed and gone out, and then they tied up this "excellent product" who had fallen into their trap and placed it on the shelf.

The only way to enter the octagonal blood covenant building is through a pier.

There are naturally demons guarding the pier.

Especially today.

It’s because today, the second owner of the Octagonal Blood Covenant Building finally tamed a very excellent host, and today he is going to take over his body.

Such great news must naturally be spread throughout the city, especially to the monks.

If they didn't know, how could they try every possible means to save people?

If no one comes to rescue us, where will the new goods come from?

The demons like this very much.

He especially enjoyed the promotion of the "Sword Cultivator Host".

The reason is very simple. Sword cultivators need to have a strong will. If they know that their colleagues, friends, or even lovers are about to be possessed by the devil, they would be weak and would be retreating if they don't come.

The demons love sword practitioners the most.

Today, the second floor owner is also a sword cultivator.

"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Yanzhang is still alive."

There were sounds of secret discussions coming from outside the city.

The person who spoke was wearing a green shirt, with white hair on his temples, but his eyes were as clear as a baby's, with a wooden sword wrapped in vines on his waist. This was a powerful sword cultivator from the Sword Alliance, in the late stage of the Divine Infant realm, named He Yueren.

Although He Yueren is in the late stage of Divine Infant, he has been diligently practicing the "Kurong Sword Sutra" of a powerful warrior in ancient times named "Kurong Sword Lord" in recent years.

This technique was given by the old man from the Sword Alliance.

At first, the sword practitioners were still cautious, fearing that if they succeeded in their practice, they would be visited by celestial beings.

But in fact, such a thing as "the descent of the gods" has never happened even once.

This puts them at ease.

He Yueren has been practicing on the True Spirit Jade Platform until now. His strength is comparable to that of a spirit, except that he has not yet crossed the Sea of ​​Bitterness. What he lacks is naturally the accumulation of soul-threshold evil treasures.

The other sword cultivator was a female cultivator in red with bulging breasts. Although she was charming, she also hid a bit of ruthlessness. Her hair moved without wind, and she was barefoot with a red rope and a golden bell on her ankle.

This woman is Feng Qiangwei, the "Blood Plum Blossom" who defected from the Seven Great Bandits to the Sword Alliance. When Song Yan first reached the second level of Xuan cultivation, he almost wanted to become her disciple, but was rejected because his aptitude was too poor.

Feng Qiangwei replied, "Yes, Fellow Daoist Yan Zhang is in the Octagonal Blood Covenant Tower. He is today's bait, and the target is people like you and me. I will not save him. If he falls into the hands of the demon, his fate is already determined."

He Yueren said, "It is not a reckless move. I have a rare treasure that can be used to disguise the aura of a demon. Then I can enter openly from the pier. Then I will wait for an opportunity to rescue Daoist Fellow Yanzhang."

Feng Qiangwei shook her head slowly.

He Yueren looked at his other companions beside him again.

The companions communicated with each other, but two of them still stepped forward and stood beside He Yueren.

"The more hardships one encounters, the sharper one's sword will become. We have reached the limit of our ability and are now only left with the Sea of ​​Bitterness. However, being suppressed by the Sea of ​​Bitterness also has its advantages, which is that one can ignore strength and focus on the way of the sword. The stronger one's sword is now, the stronger one's breakthrough will be in the future."

The speaker was named Han Wuyi, his left eye was wrapped in an ice silk ribbon, and his right pupil was red for some reason, with bloodshot veins on it, apparently because his Fire Xuan was too intense, or he was possessed by a demon. However, his red eyes, which should have been crazy, now appeared calm, giving people a sense of tranquility before a storm, as if a volcano was about to erupt at any time.

Han Wuyi also practiced the sword art of an ancient powerful man.

By now, they have understood the situation of this world.

It is nothing more than following the Lord of Heaven and Earth, exterminating the demons, delaying the arrival of doomsday as long as possible, and then becoming as strong as possible before that.

After that, we will take one step at a time.

The Lord of Heaven and Earth will arrange everything.

The other person was a female cultivator named Ye Yanlan.

He Yueren looked at the two of them, nodded deeply, and said "OK".

A few hours later.

Three figures emitting the aura of the devil walked cautiously towards the pier leading to the Octagonal Blood Covenant Building.

The deeper you go, the more dead vines there are wrapped around the walls, and the moat under the pier is bubbling with bubbles. You can vaguely see some strange fish swimming in the water, and hideous ghost turtles squatting in the corners.

These ghost turtles are powerful monsters that have been tamed, at least at the Purple Mansion level. Their functions are to smell and carry bridges.

The pier is not a straight line, but a series of eighteen winding bone bridges.

The bridge pier is this ghost turtle.

Whenever there is a being other than a demon coming here, the ghost turtle will howl.

He Yueren and the other three carefully passed the first bone bridge, and the ghost turtle did not scream.

As they continued to walk towards the second place, Gui Ao still did not call out.

They continued walking calmly, but no one noticed a corner tower next to the pier.

In the corner tower, there was a dark shadow watching them, with the corners of his mouth slowly curling up to reveal a sinister smile.

This black shadow is called "Chong Zhenren" and is a powerful being in the corrupt thought layer of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

Its birth was not easy.

Back then, it found an opportunity to spread a martial art called "Taishang Zhenying Jue" in a sea area in the Xingluo Domain.

Any cultivator who practices this technique will improve his cultivation speed quickly and well.

However, those monks will have hallucinations during the practice. The higher the realm, the more severe the hallucinations. Sometimes they can't even tell whether they are insects or humans.

Of course, the ultimate result of practicing the "Taishang Zhenying Jue" is to transform one's own divine infant into a "blood sacrifice insect".

When the number of blood sacrifice insects reaches nine, the real insect will come out into the world, jump out of the sea of ​​suffering, and come to the human world to participate in this doomsday feast.

At this time, it was in the Octagonal Blood Covenant Building, watching the three sword cultivators disguised as demons enter.

It is the eighth floor master here and is also in charge of the pier area. Because of its special power, it is particularly keen on sensing aura.

"In the Octagonal Blood Covenant Tower, first come first served. They are my goods." Master Chong looked at them indifferently, and was ready to reveal the identities of the three people and then take direct action.

Although the opponent is strong, once he is exposed, he will fall into the lair of the devil. How can he escape?

Master Chong exerted a little strength and was about to speak, but it suddenly came in.

A "hush" sound, indicating silence, appeared in its consciousness.

Master Chong was stunned for a moment, and then he was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

This was the first time in its existence that it was unaware of being so close to someone.

How can this be?

Master Chong mechanically released his spiritual sense to explore behind him, but saw nothing. He turned his head again and saw a person wrapped in a gray cloak whose outline could not be seen clearly.

It couldn't smell any human scent from this person. No. It couldn't smell anything at all.

It had no idea what kind of monster was appearing silently behind it.

"Who are you?" asked Master Chong in a trembling voice.

Song Yan raised his hand and grabbed its face. The "free" characters on its body that were almost completed moved brightly. In an instant, he transformed this treacherous and cunning demon into a divine consciousness without self-awareness and placed it outside his soul. Then he looked in the direction of the pier and exuded an undisguised aura of terror towards He Yueren and the other three who were leading the way and disguised as demons.

He Yueren stopped immediately, sweating profusely.

Han Wuyi and the female cultivator named Ye Yanlan beside him also stopped immediately.

Han Wuyi was so frightened that bloodshot eyes bulged out like vines. His brain was in a frenzy and he instinctively wanted to use his sword to attack. Fortunately, He Yueren was still calm and held down his hand.

The three of them looked at each other, and saw extreme solemnity in each other's eyes.

The three of them quickly exchanged thoughts. "There is a very terrifying being in the left corner tower. It should not have noticed us, otherwise it would have taken action."

"I have seen the God Transformation Realm, but it is not as powerful as this one. How could there be such a terrifying existence among the Heavenly Demons?"

"Since there is such a thing among the demons, it is meaningless for us to continue moving forward. This is also important information. We should quickly go to a safe place and report to the old man."

Even if a sword cultivator is willing to face challenges head-on, he will not be foolish enough to commit suicide when he knows that he is completely invincible.

Although the demon's lair was terrifying, they still had a chance of winning if they could move in and out quickly and attack from the dark. But now the terrifying existence of this corner tower gave them a feeling that "they could be crushed to death by just raising their fingers". If they continued to move forward, it would not be bravery but stupidity.

He Yueren and the other three sword cultivators retreated quietly, left the Octagonal Blood Covenant Building area, and fled quickly.

Song Yan watched them leave, then looked away.

At the beginning, when he transformed into a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, he was spared by this He Yue man.

Although that didn't really forgive him, he was a person who liked good relationships.

The people of He Yue gave him this good opportunity, and today he will repay kindness with kindness.

This practice made him feel happy, and he felt that there was still light in the world and that the saying "good is rewarded with good, and evil is punished with evil" still existed.

You don’t know until you use it, but once you use it, Song Yan will feel more and more the horror and uniqueness of his own "free" words.

As long as the target's understanding of the innate characters is lower than his, and as long as the target has no soul, he can take over his body at will, and turn the spiritual thoughts and cause and effect into a part of his own.

Master Chong, such a powerful person comparable to the Nine-Child Demon Mother, has been instantly transformed into a part of himself.

However, Song Yan soon felt the problem with the word "free".

Although he seized the spiritual consciousness of "Chong Zhenren", he did not gain any power from this action.

Master Chong is like a piece of clothing. He wears it, but after throwing it away, he is still himself. He does not become stronger by wearing that piece of clothing. At most, he has mastered a few new secret techniques, that's all.

In the past, he thought that "the strong can be exhausted to death", but now, he has seen from himself that "this does not apply to high realms."

A strong person can really cover the sky with one hand.

Can a hundred low-level beings consume the higher-level ones?
That's totally hilarious.

For example, it is impossible for him now to be exhausted to death by these ordinary little guys in the corrupt thought layer.

If they want to fight, they have to get the Fire Demon Dragon and the Thousand Throat Sword Mother at the end of the former Heart Demon Sword Prison to come over. Only then will they have a slight chance of winning.

Song Yan stood in front of the window of the small corner tower, naturally emitting the aura of Master Chong, while looking at the majestic and mysterious Demonic City.

As he watched, he couldn't help but smile, and thought to himself: 'Perhaps the Lord of Heaven and Earth really doesn't have much power anymore. If he could still be the same as before, how could such a Demon City appear under his nose?
The existence of this Dayan City is a manifestation of the weakness and incompetence of the master of heaven and earth.

No matter whether it was Tang Yanzhang or He Yueren, they were just being cultivated by the Master of Heaven and Earth using some of the skills in his inventory.

Although I cannot do this yet, over time, as I gain more divine thoughts, I will naturally master more skills, and I may be able to become the master of the world.'

Then he was stunned again and shook his head to reject his own opinion.

His natal character "Freedom" has already determined that the best way for him is not to create his own world, but to take his life while he is sick and seize the world from his body.

However, once his existence is known to others, almost everyone will want to kill him, and the powerful will even go directly to kill him from thousands of miles away.

If he appeared in some place of cultivation, he would certainly be the target of "joint elimination by all major forces".

Song Yan thought about it for a while and felt that the word "freedom" was the same as "Yu Shou Dao Guo", a power that could not be seen in the light, otherwise it would suffer a disaster.

Thinking of this, Song Yan suddenly laughed.

'I don't know how to deal with this end of the world, and these things are too far away. If I am really surrounded by all the major forces, it will be a good thing. At least it means that I have successfully escaped from here and went to a bigger world.'

Song Yan didn't think about it anymore.

The second floor owner's body-snatching banquet is about to begin.

From Master Chong’s thoughts, he already knew that the owner of the second floor was the poisonous dragon among the heavenly dragons.

He walked away at leisure, and no one suspected him when he met demons along the way, because although his appearance had changed, he still had the aura of Master Chong.

For the demon, appearance is not important, what is important is the aura.

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Deep inside the Octagonal Blood Covenant Building, a poison pool in an inner room was emitting a strange green mist.

In the mist, a handsome young man was hanging with his hands, bound by shackles.

He is Tang Yanzhang from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Everyone thought that he died tragically at the hands of a poisonous dragon, but they never imagined that he was just soaked in this poison room day and night.

Compared to the "karma fire" of the Fire Dragon, the Poison Dragon is better at boiling a frog in warm water. It can use toxins to subtly change all the causes and effects, all the beliefs of a strong man, making it completely compatible with its own body when it is reduced to one, and no longer have any resistance.

Tang Yanzhang is obviously a strong man.

At this time, the poisonous dragon was parasitizing an ordinary female cultivator. She pushed the door open, came to the poison pool, looked at the hanging body of the young man, smiled charmingly and said, "It's almost done."

The young man lowered his head, and raised his eyes hard when he heard the voice, but he could see nothing and could not feel anything. He just vaguely felt that an existence that he must obey was approaching.

The Poison Demon Dragon stepped into the poison pool, came in front of him, lifted his chin, and said, "Call me Master."

Tang Yanzhang said: "Master."

The Poison Demon Dragon said: "You will become a part of me, help me devour the life of this world, and then turn it into my nutrition. Are you willing?"

Tang Yanzhang said: "Yes."

The Poison Demon Dragon laughed like a silver bell and said, "I still remember your arrogant look. You are worthy of being the vessel of heaven and man chosen by the Lord of Heaven and Earth. I have heard of the name of 'Sword Mad' Dugu Jin. I met him once when he left the Sea of ​​Bitterness that year and he almost killed me."

Tang Yanzhang:
The Poison Demon Dragon said: "Well, the time has come. I hope there will be some unexpected visitors to today's banquet.

Tang Yanzhang, do you think the Sword Alliance will arrange someone to rescue you?"

After saying that, it started laughing again, then grabbed Tang Yanzhang from the poison pool, tore off the shackles, and threw him to the edge of the pool.

Tang Yanzhang stood up like a puppet, his once arrogant head now lowered. He had turned himself into a delicacy, waiting to be enjoyed by his master.

No matter how strong your will is, it will eventually change in the face of external things.

His pride is completely gone.

The poisonous dragon twisted its waist and walked towards the gate, and Tang Yanzhang followed closely behind it like a follower.

When the two of them arrived at the door, the Poison Demon Dragon suddenly stopped. She looked at the figure at the door in surprise and asked curiously, "Master Chong, when did you change into such a strange body?"

The young man in gray robe walked forward and said, "This secret should not be known to third parties." He closed the door with his backhand and cast a spell to isolate the breath.

The Poison Demon Dragon glanced at the spell, grinned, and said, "What do you want to do?"

Although it noticed the abnormality, it was still confident enough.

After one stick of incense.
The poisonous dragon disappeared, or rather, it had become Song Yan's divine consciousness.

However, Master Chong's spiritual thoughts were dissipated by the wind.

The gray-robed youth then turned his gaze to Tang Yanzhang.

Tang Yanzhang's eyes turned green, his mind was confused and he looked lifeless.

From the Poison Demon Dragon's thoughts, Song Yan knew that the former ancestor of the ancient Wuxiang clan had been transformed by the Poison Demon Dragon into a poisonous body that was completely suited to the Poison Demon Dragon. If the Poison Demon Dragon had not taken over his body, he would have been close to death.

Song Yan restrained his breath.

In Tang Yanzhang's faint perception, the poisonous dragon completely disappeared.

After a brief silence, Tang Yanzhang suddenly spoke and asked with difficulty: "Sword Alliance?"

Song Yan was stunned and said in a deep voice: "Yes."

Tang Yanzhang was silent for a long time, and then continued to ask with difficulty: "How many years have passed?"

Song Yan said: "Two thousand years."

"Two thousand years have passed... Has two thousand years passed?" Tang Yanzhang was no longer able to think. What the person in front of him said naturally became reality in his mind.

"So what's the situation outside now?" Tang Yanzhang spoke intermittently. After saying the last word "what", he started coughing violently again, but what he coughed out was not blood, but a green liquid.

Song Yan said: "Today was actually a siege by the Sword Alliance. This city of demons has been wiped out. The old man has found a way to save the world. The natural disaster beasts are fading away, and the aura of the underworld is also being suppressed. The old man said that you performed very well and have surpassed that sword madman."

"Yes"

"Really."

"Ah"

Tang Yanzhang slowly went limp, then lay powerlessly on the ground, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a smile, and then he said, "Thank you, thank you."

His body slowly turned into green venom and was completely destroyed.

Cause and effect are destroyed, and the soul is reincarnated.

Losing control of the poisonous dragon but not being possessed by it, this is the only outcome.

Song Yan's mind flashed with some memories of Tang Yanzhang. Finally, he looked into the air and slowly said, "Goodbye."

As soon as he turned around, he disappeared and no one knew he had been there.

He just casually stepped into the Demonic Goose Capital and killed the eighth and second floor masters.

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