One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 341 Chapter 342: Demon

Wu Chixuan was awakened from his sleep and received an order from some unknown source to go to a place and kill someone.

If it was just about killing people, this wouldn't drive him. His time was precious, and every awakening required sufficient compensation.

What he liked most was drinking blood. He disdained the blood of ordinary people. Even the blood of a foundation-building cultivator could not make him hungry. Instead, it made him feel nauseous.

Only blood above the Purple Palace level can satisfy his hunger.

Only blood with awakened divine bloodline can make him feel the fragrance, make him feel happy physically and mentally after drinking it, and make up for the consumption of waking up once.

He was once a Jindan cultivator, but after his life span came to an end, he turned into a living dead, sleeping deep underground, absorbing the negative energy of the earth's veins.

So many years have passed, but he is still alive. He still remembers the last time he woke up to hunt, which should have been more than 20 years ago. That time he woke up because of hunger, ate the monks in a small town and the monsters in the mountains, and then went back to the mountains to sleep underground.

He had brought this carriage from a town. He just reached out and touched it, and the horse was no longer a living horse, but a walking corpse horse that would not feel hungry or tired.

It pulled the carriage all the way towards the Demon-Suppressing Wall.

Ghosts appeared around the carriage. They turned into evil spirits and phantoms. Wherever they passed, if there were dead bodies, they seemed to be awakened at this moment and crawled out of the mud. If there were monsters in the mountains and forests, they would suddenly turn into monster corpses if they did not escape in time.

They were either ghosts, skeletons, or monsters. They followed the carriage and walked together. When the road became difficult to travel on, the carriage would naturally float up, and a group of black demons would appear out of nowhere below, spreading over the mountains and flowing across the rivers.

Wherever they passed, if they encountered any cultivators, those who had escaped would be horrified beyond words, and when they talked about it with others, they could not explain it, because they could only see a torrent of darkness, with ghosts, evil spirits, and demon corpses all swarming in one direction.

But they couldn't see the strange carriage in the center.

Those who fail to escape will be swallowed up by the darkness and become one of the evil corpses.

The giant snake in Yunmeng Valley suddenly felt palpitations. It rushed out of Tingchaoshui Mansion, went straight into the sky, turned into a phantom and flew away hundreds of miles away.

The old man in the carriage raised his eyes and said, "It escaped quickly, but it's a pity for such a good snake."

The people in the village outside Yunmeng Valley suddenly became stiff. Their eyes, which were originally full of spirituality, were suddenly replaced by darkness. Their skin instantly darkened and corpse spots appeared. Some people's faces quickly rotted and strange things grew out of their bodies.

Some of those strange things looked like flowers, while others had a pair of fleshy wings growing from under their ribs, or a tail growing from their buttocks, or a hand growing from their backs, or they lay on the ground and ran like wild beasts.

Normal people would decay normally after death, but at this moment, they would turn into strange people after death. These people were demonized at this moment, and they let out roars that sounded like pain and relief.

They were stunned at first, and then slowly another consciousness seemed to grow in their bodies. One by one, they obeyed the orders from the carriage and ran towards the Demon-Suppressing Wall.

They still have spells, but those spells are like instincts to them.

In the blink of an eye, they were already close to the Demon-Suppressing Wall.

The people in the camp saw this scene from afar and were all shocked.

Fang Xiaoshan couldn't help but say, "Oh my goodness, the black tide is coming, and it's heading straight for the Demon Suppression Wall."

There was silence between heaven and earth. Everyone saw Zhao Fuyun embroidering cloud-pattern prohibitions on his inner shirt without even raising his head. Roars were heard from the thick black tide, and strange people could be seen rushing out and pounced on Zhao Fuyun who was in the middle of the Demon-Suppressing Wall.

They rushed into the sky and looked down from above.

Fang Xiaoshan saw a giant. The giant man stretched out his hand and pulled up a giant tree. With one hand he pulled away the branches and leaves, turning them into a big stick.

There were also people with wings on their backs, flying into the sky, holding a sledgehammer in their hands. There were also many more strange people, or rather, they were not humans but demons.

At this moment, everyone seemed to see the scene of the ancient demon god roaming the world.

When the people in the camp saw this scene, many of those who had originally stayed turned around and fled, while some did not even have the strength to escape. With all their magical powers, they could not even stay in the air. Their spirit was taken away, and their consciousness was frozen, as if someone was pinching their heart.

Fang Xiaoshan's whole body was shaking. He found that he didn't dare to draw his sword. A sense of fear filled his heart.

At this moment, the magic wall of Zhao Fuyun seemed to vibrate, and a faint magic light surged. In the magic light, a ray of golden light appeared, like the rising sun, and in just a moment, billions of rays of light illuminated the darkness.

The moment the darkness was broken, all the demons that were originally in the dark wave appeared.

The light fell on them, and a voice appeared in the void: "Burn!"

The demons that were illuminated by the fire immediately began to burn.

The demons immediately roared in pain, some fell from the sky, and some covered their eyes tightly.

Fang Xiao's feeling of having his heart squeezed suddenly eased.

Just at this moment, he seemed to hear a blowing sound in his ears. He clearly did not see it, but it seemed as if he saw someone blowing a breath into the void.

A black evil appeared out of nowhere in the void, rolling up and submerging all those who were being burned once again. The flames on the originally burning demons quickly dimmed and then went out until they could no longer be seen.

"I smell the scent of red flames, and... oh, very interesting, I seem to see something indescribable and inexplicable, what is it?..."

A murmuring voice was heard from the thick darkness. It seemed as if this person could not control what he was thinking, but also seemed as if he did not care at all.

Fang Xiaoshan felt that the other party didn't care at all, because the other party's mumbling voice made him feel uncomfortable and made his consciousness dance. He began to wonder what the fire was, but he couldn't think of it. So he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if countless ants were crawling on his body, not only on the surface of his skin, but also in his brain and heart.

He gritted his teeth and still did not leave like the others.

In his opinion, he had learned a lot under this Demon-Suppressing Wall and opened a Purple Mansion here. Now that Master Zhao had encountered a powerful enemy, how could he just walk away?

Moreover, his swordsmanship would not allow him to be frightened and run away. He endured this kind of pain, which was both a tempering and a form of resistance.

He didn't know what was coming, but he knew it must be terrible. Since Master Zhao didn't leave, he wouldn't leave either.

In his eyes, a lamp appeared in the light above the mountain wall. The light of the lamp was bright and dazzling, and a divine bird flew up above it. He saw this scene again. The moment the divine bird flew up, there was a golden light and the world was white.

Fang Xiaoshan has a strong faith in this divine bird. In his opinion, all demons and monsters will be reduced to ashes under the light of the divine bird.

I saw a three-legged golden crow bird flapping its wings. It appeared in the sky in a flash with every flap of its wings. It rushed into the deepest and center of the darkness with another flap of its wings.

It is the source of evil and the base camp protected by demons.

When the divine bird flew over, the darkness suddenly dissipated.

The demon in the darkness rushed towards the divine bird without knowing the danger, as if trying to capture him.

The giant among them hit the three-legged bird with a wooden stick made of a big tree in his hand. The bird flew away like light and the huge wooden stick missed.

The other demons who rushed forward also failed. The divine bird turned into light, so how could they possibly catch the light?

Not only could they not catch any light, but they also instantly burned up in the flames.

A carriage appeared in the flames, and the horse's eyes were already burning.

The carriage was also burning, and the black curtains hanging on the carriage were also burning. The people in the carriage seemed to be frightened by the strong flames.

The fire was close, but there was no flame, only a dazzling brilliance.

Suddenly, a skinny hand stretched out from the carriage and grabbed towards the place where the fire was the most intense. Fang Xiaoshan, who was watching this scene from a distance, felt his heart suddenly rise to his throat, because he saw a man appear out of thin air in the fire, grabbing the three-legged divine bird with one hand.

His hands seemed to have some kind of magical power, shrouded in a black light, and it seemed as if his claws could capture all the light.

The golden bird, which was originally agile and invisible, seemed unable to escape from the opponent's palm and became clumsy at this moment.

"I feel the divinity in this flame..."

He spoke very slowly, but it seemed as if his words were imprinted directly on other people's minds. After he finished speaking, he just closed his hands.

"Ah!" Fang Xiaoxin screamed in surprise because he saw a three-legged golden crow god actually caught in his hand.

“Red Flame Edict:…”

The sound of Zhao Fuyun's spell rang out.

The man in red robe, who looked like a zombie, seemed not to care and directly put the fire in his palm into his mouth.

He seemed to want to eat the three-legged golden crow.

At this moment, a gray ring of light fell.

It hit the opponent directly on the forehead, and he staggered and tilted his head back.

But he still stuffed the flame into his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Haha, my luck is pretty good this time. I can eat the divine fire, and use this fire to ignite the yang energy in my body. From now on, I will have yang in my yin, and my Nascent Soul will emerge. Hahaha..."

Relying on his talent and the deep evil energy accumulated over the years, he forcefully swallowed the flames. He wanted to obtain a ray of divinity from the flames to help him complete the last step of his transformation into a baby.

"burn!"

A shout was like a charter from the gods in the dark.

The flames that were swallowed into his body became sharper in an instant and he felt pain.

The flames suddenly became violent, and he felt that the deep evil energy in his body was unable to suppress the flames.

"boom!"

A gray halo fell and hit his head again.

His body is extremely tough, and the magic power within him is like a quagmire that can drown everything he swallows.

But at this moment the flame was extremely powerful and terrifying. He was sure that if he was given some time and could take it slowly, he would be able to suppress the flame. However, there were still enemies outside.

He found that after swallowing the flame, he felt as if he was trapped inside and out, and his hands and feet were tied.

If he wanted to deal with the people outside again, the flames in his body would burst out. If he wanted to suppress the flames, it would be difficult to deal with the enemies outside.

In his eyes, the ring of light fell at an extremely fast speed, and its route was strange. Although he perceived that it was falling from the front, the ring of light was flashing while rotating and hitting from the side, which made it impossible for him to avoid it and he was hit again and again.

His body was strong and he was not afraid of external force, but the ring hitting his head actually made his consciousness tremble and made it impossible for him to concentrate. He felt that if he was hit too much, he was afraid that his bones would be broken.

Therefore, he decided to retreat temporarily and wait until he digested the divine fire in his body.

He stomped his feet, and the ground beneath his feet quickly softened. His body sank rapidly, as long as it sank into the ground.

He was very confident. The earth was like mud and water. He felt at ease. After all, he had been sleeping in the earth for so many years. Escaping into the earth was like going home.

His eyes darkened and he sank into the earth. He smelled the fragrance of soil.

However, suddenly, he felt a sense of restraint. This restraint seemed like an illusion at first, but then quickly became stronger. He was startled and wanted to struggle, but found himself as if being held in someone's palm.

Just like he had grasped the fire in his palm before, now he was also grasped in the palm of the earth.

He wanted to break free, but the soil that had originally changed according to his thoughts did not change at all at this moment. He seemed to be held tightly by an invisible hand. He was horrified because he found that after he was caught, his body, mind and consciousness seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force.

The flame in his body, without his own suppression, immediately burned violently.

He was panicking. He had been silent for so many years and had no idea what death was, but now he felt death again.

Suddenly, his body moved and he found himself being pulled out of the ground.

A big hand appeared from the ground and grabbed a person in its palm.

That hand was made of mud, but the skinny man who was caught was powerless to resist, and flames began to burn from his seven orifices.

At this moment, a voice appeared in his ears: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

He didn't notice who said it, but he heard the voice in his ears and heart.

"If I tell you, could you let me go?" Wu Chixuan certainly didn't want to die. If he didn't care about death, he wouldn't be living like this.

"I can let you go." A voice sounded in Wu Chixuan's heart.

"Okay, I'll tell you, my name is Wu Chixuan, I come from the Wu family of Xiamenjiang, and I came here..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped, and the fear in his eyes quickly dissipated, and at the same time, a frightening look condensed in his eyes.

The look seemed to come from a god high above, and he was looking at the Demon-Suppressing Wall not far away.

"burn!"

Zhao Fuyun felt like he was falling into an ice cellar when he was stared at by that gaze. It was a gaze that came from a higher being.

But now the body carrying this gaze is just a zombie.

Flames surged in Wu Chixuan's body. At the same time, the big hand made of mud exerted force suddenly, and Wu Chixuan's body shattered.

At the same time, flames gushed out and burned on the corpse.

(End of this chapter)