Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 484 The Old Demon's Ferocity, Wu Song's Suffering

"Oh!"

Song Yingtian transformed into black smoke, enveloping the blood mist. In the shadows, dozens of stars seemed to shine within it, giving birth to a monstrous demonic intent.

A moment later, the black smoke solidified and transformed back into his appearance.

Even the blood mist that Gongsun Sheng exploded into was condensed back into a demonic corpse by him using a strange method!
Clad in heavy armor, with pale skin and black smoke floating in its eyes, it was no different from the other demonic corpses in the arena, exuding a terrifying aura.

"Even if it's shattered to pieces and exploded into a bloody mist, it can still reform into a demonic corpse... Is it because it cultivated demonic arts?"

Wu Song's pupils constricted as he forced himself to calm down, his mind racing.

What exactly did Gongsun Gege mean by those two words he uttered before he died?
Take care of yourself?

Save it?

Did he divine something from the divination that's related to me? Is it related to the key to Song Laogou's decline from prosperity?
Wu Song was shrewd despite his rough exterior; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to escape capture for decades while on the run.

After calming down, and considering Gongsun Sheng's previous actions, they quickly deduced some things.

"You dare to die without my permission?"

"Is he trying to conceal a secret through death? What exactly did he foresee?"

Song Yingtian let out a low growl, his face full of anger.

A terrifying and violent aura permeated the air, and the entire Yingtian Palace seemed to be on the edge of a volcano, ready to be engulfed and destroyed by rage at any moment.

He looked at the demonic corpse Gongsun Sheng before him and said in a deep voice:
"What did you just calculate?"

The demonic corpse remained silent, standing as before, as if it hadn't heard a thing.

"Oh!"

Enraged, Song Yingtian kicked the demonic corpse Gongsun Sheng away.

But immediately after the demonic corpse fell to the ground, it scrambled to its feet and stood there blankly, silent.

The demonic corpse is devoid of emotion, existing between life and death. It neither eats nor speaks, and is more like a vessel for demonic arts.

How can I answer that?
"In the East? Where is the East? Due East, Northeast, Southeast, or beyond the East China Sea?"

Song Yingshi scratched his head vigorously, turning his meticulously styled hair into a mess. He wanted to vent, but didn't know who to vent to. He wanted to figure things out, but no one offered him any advice or suggestions.

There are very few diviners in the world who are proficient in divination. This kind of art of predicting the secrets of heaven has an extremely high threshold, and talent and inheritance are indispensable.

Among them, very few are proficient in Plum Blossom Divination.

To prevent the secret from being leaked, he had personally killed all the diviners who had come into contact with or interpreted this divination.

This is because this divination was a calculation of his fate that he had paid a huge price for!
Gongsun Sheng, who is now the most likely person in the world to decipher this divination, risked his life by self-destruction. What was he trying to hide?
Or rather, what exactly did he calculate?
How much of his previous interpretation of the divination was true, and how much was false?
Was the person he predicted who would ruin my great cause a real person, or just someone he made up?
For a moment, all sorts of doubts filled his mind, making Song Yingtian extremely angry. He had the cultivation to dominate the world, but he had nowhere to use it.

Can only be helpless and furious.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

After a moment, he calmed down and reviewed what Gongsun Sheng had said earlier.

The interpretations of the hexagrams above were not much different from what the previous diviners had said.

The key is the person who, according to calculations, caused his rise to power and his downfall, ultimately leading to the failure of his empire—

"Those whose destiny is associated with fire or wood, or whose cultivation methods are related to fire or wood, or whose names contain the meaning of fire or wood, are sure to have already begun to show their talent..."

By this time, he must have already begun to show his talent.
It is because I am about to achieve great success. I only need to go into seclusion to refine the Great Yu Dragon Qi and inscribe the Small Zhou Tian Star Array on my body, so that I can avoid the Heavenly Dao of this world and travel freely in the world.
After devouring the remaining 107 demon stars, one can achieve the true body of a star demon, sweep across this realm, dominate this ancient star road, and return to the upper realm.

By then, I will be the dominant force, and no one can change it.

Therefore, those who obstruct and hinder me, who could cause my great cause to come to naught and my prosperity to decline, must have already grown to a certain level and have considerable fame and strength, otherwise it would be too late... After calming down, Song Yingtian quickly deduced some things from the few words left by Gongsun Sheng.

Such cunning and shrewd individuals possess unparalleled shrewdness, cunning, and intelligence; it is impossible to completely deceive them.

“Checking them one by one is too troublesome and prone to omissions. It would be better to kill all the rising stars in the Northeast, Southeast, and East. Better to kill the wrong ones than let the guilty go free…”

Black smoke rose from his eyes, and as the dispersing smoke billowed, it obscured his face, making it blurry and indistinct.

Some of it overflowed from his body, twisting into demonic heads that shrieked, howled, and were ferocious and terrifying.

"Brother Wu Song..."

At this moment, as if remembering something, he turned to look at Wu Song, whose face was filled with sorrow, and said in a sinister tone:
"What did the Gongsun brothers tell you before they died?"

"Fuck you!"

"It seems that Brother Wu Song has a deep misunderstanding about me."

Song Yingtian chuckled lightly, his face twitching stiffly.

He stepped forward, and two wisps of black smoke emerged from his pupils, transforming into serpents that slithered across Wu Song's face, flicking their tongues.

With a "poof," it pierced through its eyes and moved freely.

"what--"

Wu Song let out a miserable cry, feeling as if two red-hot iron rods were being pierced into his skull and violently stirred, causing him so much pain that he almost suffocated.

But he immediately gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, breathing heavily without uttering a sound.

"Very well, Brother Wu Song truly lives up to his reputation as a man of steel. I happen to have some free time, so I can keep you company for a while."

Song Yingtian grinned maliciously, leaned closer, and said in a low voice:

"I hope your mouth will be as hard as I think, so that I can have more fun."

Since you old brothers have all passed away, there are few left to talk to this old man.

"Pooh!"

Wu Song spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, which landed squarely on Song Yingtian's face as he leaned in. He then burst into loud laughter, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

"Come on, bring it on! If your grandfather even flinches, he's your grandson!"

Song Yingtian's face instantly turned red, and the black smoke swirling around him almost boiled over. It let out a series of chaotic howls and roars, the demonic sounds filling his brain as if countless small files were scraping his bones and tendons, causing him extreme pain.

"Hehehehe..."

But the next moment, he let out a series of cold laughs, casually wiped the blood and phlegm from his face, and said leisurely:
"You're provoking me, you want me to kill you, you want a quick death, what are you... trying to hide?"

Oh no, that old thief has found out!
Wu Song was startled, but his face remained expressionless. Only his lips twitched twice, and he spat out another mouthful of bloody phlegm.
"you guess."

"Suck--"

Song Yingtian took a deep breath, clenched his fists, then relaxed them, then clenched them again, repeating this several times before he could control the anger in his heart.

He was terrified that he might lose control and smash the guy's head in with one punch...

So annoying!

Since he rose to prominence, no one has ever dared to speak to him like that!

Unforgivable!

It was clear that Wu Song was ready to die and was eager for him to make a move, which made him suspicious...

(End of this chapter)