Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Little Fox Mountain!
Jin Ping'er, Zhang Xiaofan, Xiao Liu, the Three-Tailed Fox, Bi Yao, and Xiao Bai are standing in the courtyard, watching everything that is happening in the distance.

Biyao looked at the towering Heavenly Fiend King, hundreds of feet tall, and the Ghost King atop the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron above his head; her sword was filled with sorrow.

Biyao leaned against Zhang Xiaofan's chest, two lines of tears falling, and said sadly:

"Xiao Fan, Father, how did Father become like this?"

"I see his eyes are bloodshot. I'm afraid he's been corrupted by the power of Asura, just like those Ghost King Sect disciples, and has become a ruthless killer."

Zhang Xiaofan held Biyao in his arms, patted her back, and comforted her:

"Don't worry, I will make your father recover."

Biyao shook her head and sobbed:

“Xiao Fan, I am also a cultivator. I know that Father has been corrupted by the power of Asura and there is no way he can recover.”

"Don't be stubborn. I lost my mother when I was young, and now my father is in this state. I can't lose you too."

"If there is any danger, you must not try to save my father, or you will be in trouble."

"Hmm!" Zhang Xiaofan hummed in response, his gaze turning to Madam Sanmiao, who had already flown five miles away.

At that moment, Lady Sanmiao was flying rapidly towards this direction.

Five miles behind, the Ghost King, using the Heavenly Fiend King's Dharma Image with blood-red eyes, had just turned all one thousand female disciples of the Joyful Union Sect into puppets.

At this moment, the Ghost King stared at Lady Sanmiao, who was five miles away, and a deafening voice rang out:

“Sister Sanmiao, you can’t escape. You’d better surrender and become part of my puppet army.”

As Lady Sanmiao fled, she looked back and saw the enormous image of the Heavenly Fiend King chasing after her like lightning.

I'm afraid it won't take more than ten breaths before we catch up with her.

Upon seeing this, Lady Sanmiao exclaimed in shock:

"Brother Ghost King, I am just a woman and have no desire to pursue hegemony. Please release me."

At this moment, in order to save her life, Madam Sanmiao, a powerful figure in the Demonic Sect, actually referred to herself as a "little woman."

"Hehehe...hehehe..." The Ghost King's sinister voice rang out as the enormous Heavenly Fiend King and Lady Sanmiao drew ever closer, saying:

"My dear Sanmiao, our grand ambitions cannot be realized without you, so I will not let you go... Haha... Haha..."

The Ghost King laughed maniacally, perhaps aided by the Heavenly Fiend King, his laughter deafening and clearly audible for miles around.

Seeing that she couldn't reason with the Ghost King and couldn't outrun him, Lady Sanmiao continued to fly forward in escape.

Because there's no way to escape now, and in the end, everyone will become a puppet.

The longer you escape, the longer you can live.

Inside Xiaohu Mountain.

Jin Ping'er, seeing the precarious situation of Madam Sanmiao four miles away, quickly looked at Zhang Xiaofan and said anxiously:
"Zhang Xiaofan, please help me save my master! She's about to be caught by the Ghost King!"

Before Zhang Xiaofan could answer, Biyao's face turned cold, and she stared intently at Jin Ping'er, angrily saying:

"Save your master?"

"Didn't you see my father is chasing after your master? If Xiao Fan goes to save your master, won't he be turned into a puppet by my father?"

Seeing that Biyao disagreed, Jin Ping'er immediately knelt down before Biyao and Zhang Xiaofan, pleading:

"Biyao, Zhang Xiaofan, my master raised me from childhood and taught me the Dao. I beg you to save my master."

Upon seeing this, Biyao still coldly said:
"Get up, you don't need to do this. My father has already fallen into demonic possession and won't recognize anyone. If Xiao Fan goes out to save your master, he will die."

"Therefore, it is impossible for me to let Xiao Fan go to save your master."

"Biyao!" Zhang Xiaofan called out, patted Biyao's shoulder, and said:

"My demonic body is already fully formed, and the malevolent energy released by the Heavenly Fiend King cannot affect me. So, let me go and save Jin Ping'er's master."

"But...it's too dangerous." Biyao looked at Zhang Xiaofan with a worried expression. "Ha..." Zhang Xiaofan chuckled, pinched Biyao's delicate nose, and said:

"Don't worry, I've encountered many dangers along the way and I'm fine."

"Right now, although your father has mastered the power of Asura, and although I can't beat him in his current form, it would be very easy for me to escape."

Upon hearing this, Biyao glanced at Jin Ping'er kneeling on the ground, then turned her gaze to Xiaobai and asked:

"Auntie, is what Xiaofan said true?"

Xiao Bai nodded and replied:

“Your father has obtained the power of Asura and has become the Asura Ghost King. However, Xiao Fan’s strength should not be underestimated. Your father cannot hurt him, and Xiao Fan can still escape if he wants to.”

Hearing Xiaobai's words, Biyao finally felt relieved, then glared at Zhang Xiaofan and spat:
"Go!"

"Alright!" Zhang Xiaofan replied, and then leaped into the air.

Biyao watched Zhang Xiaofan's departing figure and said:

"Xiao Fan, be careful!"

Zhang Xiaofan turned around and smiled:
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

In the mountains and forests!
To escape the Ghost King's pursuit, Lady Sanmiao flew directly to the mountains and forests, using the cover of large trees to escape.

However, this had no effect whatsoever on the Ghost King.

The Heavenly Fiend King is incredibly huge, standing a hundred feet tall, and can cover a hundred meters in a single stride, not to mention his even faster flight.

Therefore, the Ghost King quickly caught up with Lady Sanmiao, and the Heavenly Fiend King stomped his foot on the ground, blocking Lady Sanmiao's escape route.

Immediately afterwards, the Heavenly Fiend King bowed, and the Ghost King above looked down at Lady Sanmiao, saying:

"Sanmiao, run! Why aren't you running anymore?"

Lady Sanmiao looked at the enormous Heavenly Fiend King before her, and at the Ghost King above his head, especially the Ghost King's blood-red eyes, and begged for mercy:

"Brother Ghost King, we have known each other for over three hundred years. Please spare my life for the sake of our long-standing friendship."

"Hehehe...hehehe..." The Ghost King chuckled sinisterly, his bloodthirsty eyes fixed on Lady Sanmiao, and said:

“My dear Sanmiao, it is because of you that we have known each other for over three hundred years. I cannot bear to part with you, so I turned you into a puppet and have kept you by my side.”

"Look, Brother Poison God, he's flying here from ten miles away right now."

Looking ahead, Madam Sanmiao saw the Poison God, his eyes bloodshot, rapidly flying towards them from in front of the twenty million Poison Sect followers.

Looking at the Poison God's blank face and blood-red eyes, Madam Sanmiao was filled with terror.

She felt that becoming such a puppet, being manipulated by the Ghost King for her entire life, would be worse than death.

Suddenly, Lady Sanmiao flicked her wrist, and a sharp magical weapon radiating purple light shot towards the Ghost King.

It was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, it shot up in front of the Ghost King.

Just as the demon was about to pierce the demon king's chest, the demon king suddenly reached out and grabbed.

Blood-red light condensed on his large hand, gripping the sharp blade tightly.

Then, with a powerful clench of his fist, a burst of blood erupted!
"boom!"

The sharp blades and magical weapons were instantly reduced to dust.

Lady Sanmiao was filled with despair upon seeing this.

Judging from the fact that the Ghost King crushed her sharp magical weapon with one hand, she would be no match for him even if he didn't use the Heavenly Fiend King Dharma Form.

At this moment, after obtaining the power of Asura, the Ghost King's cultivation level has probably reached the peak of Taiqing.

(End of this chapter)