So it turns out I'm the demon!

"Who are you?!"

Looking at the girl in the black dress who had suddenly appeared, Chen Xuan suppressed his shock and shouted angrily.

"Rubbish."

Duanmu Li parted her thin, crimson lips slightly and coldly uttered two words.

Before she could finish speaking, the girl's petite body shot out.

The heavy tomb knife felt as light as a straw in her hands, its blade wielded with ferocious power, imbued with demonic energy.

Before it even got close, the wind blew the pebbles under Chen Xuan's feet back and forth.

Chen Xuan hurriedly raised his longsword to parry.

"clang!"

Swords clashed.

Chen Xuan's tiger's mouth split open on the spot, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

Duanmu Li's slender waist twisted with the movement of the blade, making one wonder if it would break in the next second.

But each twist brings out an arc that is heavier than the last cut.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts...

However, it only lasted three rounds.

The sword in Chen Xuan's hand was cleaved in two, and the heavy back of the blade slammed into his chest.

"puff!"

Chen Xuan spat out blood and flew backward, rolling more than a dozen times on the ground before stopping. His chest was visibly sunken, and the broken ribs protruded from under his skin.

Seeing the girl, who looked like a dark lolita, dragging a large sword and approaching step by step with an expressionless face, Chen Xuan was terrified.

All the merits, future prospects, and godfathers were thrown to the winds.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest, he crawled backward using both his hands and feet.

As he crawled, he screamed at the surrounding soldiers, "Stop her! Stop her! Stop this crazy woman!"

However, no soldiers moved.

They watched coldly as Chen Xuan writhed on the ground like a maggot.

Looking at the lieutenant general who had just beheaded his loyal guard for his own selfish gain, now he was like a stray dog, tears streaming down his face. It was as if he were looking at a monster.

One soldier even moved half a step to the side to make way for the girl.

Duanmu Li walked up to Chen Xuan, looking down at him, the hem of her black skirt fluttering slightly in the wind amidst the bloodstains on the ground.

"How dare you attack an official appointed by the imperial court? Don't you value your life?"

Chen Xuan attempted to rebuke and threaten.

Duanmu Li raised her small foot, clad in exquisite leather boots, and placed it on his right knee.

Crack.

The sound of the kneecap cracking was exceptionally crisp.

Before Chen Xuan's scream could fully escape his throat, the girl crushed his left knee.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Chen Xuan writhed on the ground, her face covered in tears and snot.

He went from pleading to insults and then back to pleading, his words flowing incoherently.

One minute she's saying her godfather is the Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial, the next she's saying he can give her all his wealth, and then she's cursing her to a terrible death...

The girl remained expressionless as she raised the grave knife.

I'm about to sever this annoying head with one stroke.

"Don't kill him yet!"

Just then, Jiang Mu's slightly weak voice came from not far away.

The blade in Duanmu Li's hand stopped just inches above Chen Xuan's neck. She paused, tilted her head, and a hint of confusion showed in her cold, dark eyes.

On the other side, Jiang Mu was pressing hard on her temples as the needle formed from the eerie noise continued to drill in.

He bit his tongue, using the excruciating pain to keep himself awake.

With his other hand, he took out the silvery-white causal fishing line from the symbiotic space.

With a flick of his wrist, the fishing line flew out and gently nestled into Chen Xuan's back.

Then Jiang Mu formed hand seals and forcefully activated the supernatural power [The Mantra of Replacing Calamity and Relieving Suffering].

The Prajna seal slowly took shape on his heart.

The golden light traveled upwards along the meridians, leaving a burning pain at each acupoint it passed through.

Jiang Mu gritted her teeth and finished making the last hand seal.

The moment the hand seal was completed, a drop of water fell from the sky.

"Tick-tock".

The water droplets landed but did not seep into the soil; instead, they spread outwards as ripples.

Followed by.

A layer of misty white vapor rose up with the ripples of water.

The trees that had been destroyed in the battle miraculously sprouted new branches and leaves as if time had reversed, and the scorched earth that had been blasted into deep craters was quickly leveled.

Even the withered weeds have come back to life.

"Boom!"

The earth began to tremble.

Deep within the white mist, a colossal half-body statue slowly emerged from the ground.

The statue was incomplete, but it radiated a blazing white light that stung everyone's eyes, causing them to instinctively raise their arms to shield them. As the white light gradually dissipated, Duanmu Li lowered her arms and opened her eyes.

She was stunned.

The surrounding scenery remained the same mountain forest.

The restored trees and flowers are still there, but... the people are all gone.

Jiang Mu was gone, the Daqing soldiers were gone, Nan Zhi, the Demon King, and even Chen Xuan, who was wailing on the ground, had all vanished without a trace. Even more bizarrely, the night had turned into bright daylight.

The surrounding edges were shrouded in white mist, like a wall sealing off this place.

At the edge of the field of vision, the incomplete colossal statue stood silently.

"Strange...is it an illusion?"

Duanmu Li gripped the tomb knife tightly in her hand and looked around warily.

Just then, she noticed that the broken statue in the distance was emitting a soft halo that flickered intermittently.

It was as if something was being summoned from the depths of the universe.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then picked up the knife and walked towards the statue.

the other side.

Jiang Mu slowly regained consciousness.

He shook his head and found that the piercing noise in his brain had finally disappeared.

Looking around, I realized that I was in a mountain forest.

There were no ruins, no corpses.

All traces of the great battle had vanished, as if he had been lifted from the battlefield and thrown into another painting.

"That was the sound of the 'Blessed Land' opening."

Wenren Guhong's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"A blessed land?"

Jiang Mu frowned deeply.

"You don't even know this?"

Wenren Guhong chuckled, "When a great cultivator reaches a certain level, he will create a space that is independent of the outside world."

This space is normally isolated from the outside world, and is only triggered when a great cultivator dies or when it is actively opened. That drop of water just now was the "trigger" for the cave to open.

His tone became somewhat excited.

"I never expected that this desolate place would hide the ruins of a great cultivator's cave. It seems that during the chaotic battle just now, the fluctuations of spiritual energy accidentally touched the hidden array eye here, forcibly activating it."

"My luck is truly remarkable. Anyone who could leave behind a cave dwelling of this scale must be at least at the thirteenth realm or higher, and must possess a great inheritance." Jiang Mu sensed the covetousness in the other's tone and said calmly, "So, senior, you intend to seize the inheritance here?"

"The struggle for the Great Dao lies in opportunity."

Wenren Guhong sneered. "Since such an immense opportunity has been offered to me, how could I not seize it?"

Jiang Mu's tone was slightly somber:

"Senior, we made a promise. You help me through this life-or-death ordeal, and I'll take you away from that secret realm."

Now that we're out, shouldn't you keep your promise and leave my body?

"What promise?"

Wenren Guhong let out a light, amused laugh.

"Senior, you're not trying to renege on your promise, are you?" Jiang Mu's eyes turned cold.

"Jiang Mu, Jiang Mu, you are still too young."

Wenren Guhong sighed, "I did intend to keep my promise. After all, you helped me a great deal, and I'm not the kind of person who forgets kindness. But—..."

He changed the subject abruptly, "While I was inside you for a short while, I suddenly discovered something interesting."

"What is it?" Jiang Mu's heart skipped a beat.

"Your body is very special."

Wenren Guhong said calmly, "Your natural talent seems unremarkable, and your innate aptitude is even considered poor, far from being a peerless prodigy. Yet your cultivation speed is incredibly fast, and to achieve such success, there must be something very mysterious hidden within you."

In addition, you have demonic energy within you.

But your demonic energy is different from what I've come to know; it doesn't seem to be something acquired through cultivation. This is very interesting.

"so·……"

Jiang Mu narrowed his eyes.

Wenren Guhong's tone turned sinister:

"So I've changed my mind. If you don't mind, how about I slowly study this body?"

Jiang Mu sneered: "What if I mind?"

"Unfortunately, it's not up to you now!"

Wenren Guhong burst into laughter.

"You voluntarily opened your heart and accepted me, and now my original soul has merged into your body. From this moment on, your physical body has changed hands!"

Jiang Mu sighed:

"It seems I have no choice but to fight to the death with my senior."

After saying that, the star power in his body suddenly began to flow in reverse, and his dantian swelled up instantly, making him look like he was about to self-destruct on the spot.

"That brat has quite the stubborn streak!"

Wenren Guhong snorted coldly.

"I was originally planning to let your consciousness stay in my body for a couple more days, considering you brought me out with you. But since you're so eager to die, I'll send you on your way now."

As Wenren Guhong finished speaking.

The runes that had appeared on Jiang Mu's arms during his battle with Tian Wenyuan began to light up again.

Golden lines began to spread from his fingertips.

With each inch the infection spread, he lost control of his body.

This is the true meaning of body possession!

Moreover, the danger this time far exceeds that of dealing with that woman named Moli last time.

At that time, Jiang Mu could use the [Yangmen] star position in his body to generate repulsion and kill the opponent.

But this time is different.

Wenren Guhong is an unparalleled demon tyrant, whose spiritual strength is particularly terrifying.

More importantly, Wenren Guhong invaded with his divine soul, thus he was not subject to the rejection or restriction of the laws of the Heavenly Dao and the Star Position.

Jiang Mu's attempt to use the same trick of shifting star positions to ambush people clearly won't work.

Therefore, we need to use other methods.

Just before Jiang Mu completely lost control of her body, she suddenly raised her hands and formed a mudra in front of her chest.

"Senior Wenren..."

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Jiang Mu's mouth, but she forced a mocking smile.

"We fought side by side, and I will always remember this friendship."

Goodbye, and don't bother coming back!

[The Mantra to Transfer Misfortune and Bitterness], activated!

In an instant, a ball of Buddhist light shone from the palms of Jiang Mu's hands, which were forming a hand seal.

This ball of Buddhist light did not attack Wenren Guhong in his sea of ​​consciousness. Instead, it established a one-way teleportation channel that ignored spatial barriers by following the "causal fishing line" that had been injected into Chen Xuan's body earlier.

Wenren Guhong didn't understand what Jiang Mu was doing, but he didn't care at all and laughed:

"Kid, stop struggling in vain. The path of cultivation is cruel; the big fish eat the small fish, and the strong devour everything."

"To be able to become the furnace for this master to ascend to the pinnacle of the Great Dao is the greatest blessing you have ever received in this life."

However, his laughter stopped abruptly before it could fade.

"Um?!"

Wenren Guhong suddenly sensed something was wrong.

The demonic patterns that appeared on Jiang Mu's body began to fade, revealing the normal skin underneath.

Even more terrifying, he felt his soul being forcibly pulled out of Jiang Mu's body by an irresistible and strange force of law.

"What's going on? What are you doing, you little beast?!"

Wenren Guhong was both shocked and furious.

He tried desperately to stabilize his soul, but to no avail.

"I told you, goodbye and don't bother coming back."

Jiang Mu smiled.

At this moment, at the foot of another mountain.

Chen Xuan, whose knees had been crushed by Duanmu Li, was slumped on the ground.

He gritted his teeth, broke off two thick tree branches, used strips of cloth to fix his twisted legs, and then, with trembling hands, pulled out healing pills from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed them.

"Damn little bitch! Damn it!"

Chen Xuan's face was contorted with rage as he gasped for breath and cursed through gritted teeth.

"Once I leave this hellhole alive, I'll tear your bones off one by one and feed them to the dogs, making you wish you were dead! And those disobedient scoundrels, they'll all be charged with treason and their entire families will be executed... executed..."

Just as she was getting into the middle of her rant, Chen Xuan suddenly stopped talking.

He looked down in astonishment and discovered that strange, blood-red lines had inexplicably appeared on his two arms.

Before he could even react to what it was, a sharp pain suddenly swept over his entire body.

Chen Xuan let out a miserable scream.

The lines started from his fingertips, traveled up his skin, and began to crack wherever they went.

It's like something is being reshaped from the inside.

The bones began to move and lengthen on their own, re-engage, and forcibly twist into the shape of another person.

"What...what's going on? Help...help me..."

Chen Xuan looked terrified.

The next moment, black blood gushed from all seven of his orifices, and he fell straight backward, his eyes wide open, completely silent.

He died without understanding what had happened.

A moment later, the corpse on the ground suddenly sat up straight.

He looked down at his body and sensed the lingering trace of the law of cause and effect transfer in his mind. Suddenly, he understood everything.

The boy did not resist his possession.

Instead, he used some kind of transfer technique to directly transfer his possession power, along with his soul and essence, intact to another person. "Good lad."

Wenren Guhong, enraged, laughed instead.

"I never expected there to be such a trick... I've lived for so many years, and yet I've been pecked in the eye by a mere blond brat."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but curse:

"Damn it, this kid surnamed Jiang acts even more like a demon than I did back then."

"If you're going to transfer me, at least find me a body with decent aptitude! What kind of trash did you find?" Wenren Guhong suppressed the urge to smash the body to pieces.

He looked up and glanced into the distance.

Their gaze fell upon the enormous, incomplete statue of a god.

Wenren Guhong's body suddenly trembled, his pupils contracted, and he cried out in alarm:

"Jiang Chaoxi!?"

Looking around, he suddenly muttered to himself.

It turns out that this place was once Jiang Chaoxi's cave dwelling.

He suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face. "Heaven is kind to me, Wenren Guhong! I am blessed with good fortune!"

Jiang Chaoxi, you ruined my foundation back then!

Now, the heavens have actually delivered your inheritance cave to my very feet.

Once I obtain your supreme inheritance and reshape my invincible demonic body, I will go to the bottom of the divine lake and kill you, that woman!

"Let you taste the pain of losing a wife too!"

After making those harsh remarks, Wenren Guhong slapped the ground with a triumphant air.

"rise!"

He leaped into the air, attempting to summon wings and race towards the statue to seize the opportunity.

However one

Having barely levitated half a foot, Wenren Guhong crashed face-first into the mud, landing in a disheveled and muddy mess. He lay there, completely bewildered.

Where are my wings?