A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

On the other side, deep within a sea of ​​mosquitoes.

Ji Zuodao stood in the center of the surging black tide, surrounded by the ceaseless buzzing of wings and the bloody, stench of wind.

But he couldn't hear or smell anything anymore.

All he could see now was the dull, gray orb of light in his hand.

Linggong.

Moreover, it is the spiritual palace of the Dharma Aspect Realm!

Just now, in that brief moment when my mind was in turmoil due to inner demons.

Ji Zuodao controlled the swarm of mosquitoes, and with almost surgical precision, he tried to extract all sorts of fragments from their bodies just before they "died of pleasure".

Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, skin, bones...

As a result, with the death of the inner demon, the activation of the resurrection coin, and the rewind of time, these fragments vanished instantly.

Only this spiritual palace.

It stayed.

Quietly and solidly, it lay in his palm.

The warm touch penetrated his skin, burning his very soul.

"One Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator, and... sixteen of them have been lost?"

Ji Zuodao's voice was very soft, with a slight tremor of disbelief, as if afraid of waking him from this overly beautiful dream.

He had been searching back and forth until the demon's resurrection coins were exhausted, and he had collected a total of sixteen spirit palaces!

Sixteen, spirit palaces of the Dharma Aspect Realm quality!

What does this mean?

He slaughtered the entire Jinghai Hehuan Sect, leaving no one alive, not even sparing the trembling rats hiding in the cellar, and only managed to extract about thirty spirit palaces.

Most of them are at the early or middle stages of the Spirit Palace Realm.

And now, in such a short time, sixteen of them have exploded!

Ji Zuodao slowly, very slowly, raised his head.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of the frantically surging black mosquitoes, landing on the shadowy camp of inner demons in the distance.

There, densely packed, stood one hundred and eighty—well, now it's one hundred and seventy-nine—inner demons.

At the very least, it's the Spirit Palace Realm.

It is known that although the number of resurrection coins held by each inner demon varies, on average, there are always at least ten resurrection coins.

So...

A simple, straightforward arithmetic problem, yet one that instantly made his blood boil and his head rush to the top of his head, automatically generated in his mind:

One hundred and seventy-nine inner demons.

Each person contributes an average of ten "harvests".

Each "harvest" yields at least one Spirit Palace.

That is... 1,790.

One thousand seven hundred and ninety, the lowest quality being Spirit Palace Realm.

"Heh...heh heh..."

A strange, leaky sound, like a bellows, squeezed out from deep within Ji Zuodao's throat.

His hand, which was holding the spirit palace, began to tremble uncontrollably, and half of his body shuddered as well.

He covered his mouth tightly with his other hand, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

You can't laugh.

You must not make a sound.

Make a fortune quietly, make a fortune quietly...

He understands this principle; he understands everything!

But he couldn't resist!

"Dao...Brother Dao?"

Beside him, Ji Zhengdao's hesitant voice came, filled with obvious worry.

He watched his older brother standing there, trembling all over.

A strange "clucking" sound, like bones grinding, came from between the fingers covering his mouth. His face turned red and white in turns, his eyes were fixed, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"What...what's wrong with you? Are you bursting to pee? Or are you exhausted?"

Ji Zuodao ignored his younger brother's words.

His hand, which was covering his mouth, slowly slid down, revealing a face beneath that was completely distorted and deformed from extreme excitement.

The corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled sharply towards his ears by two invisible hooks, creating an exaggerated, almost torn, and completely ergonomically incongruous arc.

The muscles in his cheeks twitched and twitched unnaturally, spreading out two mounds of sickly, excited flush.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of cunning and scheming, were now wide open, bloodshot and with pupils shrunken to the size of pinpoints, gleaming with an almost manic, greedy light.

"Hey……"

A short, breathy laugh came out first.

Immediately afterwards—

"laugh……"

"whee……"

"Hehehehehehehe—!!!"

The laughter grew louder, sharper, and more out of control, squeezed out from deep in the throat, phlegmy and hoarse like a broken gong, eerily chilling against the backdrop of a swarm of mosquitoes.

Ji Zhengdao felt his scalp tingle from his laughter and subconsciously took a small step back, his voice trembling:

"Brother! Brother! Don't laugh like that! I'm scared! I'm really scared!"

Ji Zuodao acted as if he hadn't heard what he said.

He suddenly opened his arms wide, as if to embrace the entire gray world, tilted his head back, and facing the dark, swarming sea of ​​mosquitoes he had summoned, he let out a twisted and fanatical roar from the depths of his soul with all his might:

"eat--!!!"

"Eat them—!!!"

"Don't let a single one escape! The Spirit Palace! It's all mine! Mine! Hehehehehehe—!!!"

The maniacal laughter and greedy roars echoed repeatedly amidst the endless buzzing of the blood-winged black mosquitoes, lingering for a long time.

"boom--!!!"

That once silent, low-hanging, dark sea of ​​mosquitoes suddenly exploded without warning!

Like a slumbering primordial beast suddenly awakening, it roared to the sky!

The boundless black "sea" suddenly rose up, transforming into a terrifying tsunami that stretched to the sky and reached the earth, with no end in sight.

With an overwhelming force, it slammed down on the demon camp a hundred feet away, annihilating everything in its path!

Wherever it passed, even the dim, grayish-white light of the sky was completely swallowed up.

At the forefront of the inner demon camp.

The figure, which looked exactly like Zhang Yucheng except that it was entirely gray-white, slowly raised its head.

Faced with the overwhelming black tide of death, his face remained expressionless; he simply took a step forward.

hum-

A visible gray ripple spread out from him.

The next moment, a vast and boundless, yet cold and lifeless, spiritual energy surged into the sky!

A colossal Dharma image, tens of feet tall and towering, suddenly coalesced behind him and manifested in this gray-white world!

The figure wore a crown inlaid with dim stars and a wide crane cloak with flowing gray cloud patterns. Its face was blurred but it exuded a majestic aura. Tiny, stardust-like gray-white light spots surrounded and disappeared around its body.

It is Zhang Yucheng's famous Dharma image—Venus!

The statue before us, however, has shed all the brilliance and magnificence that belong to immortals and gods, leaving only the most essential elements of the austereness of gold and the coldness of stars. It is entirely gray and white, and exudes an eerie and awe-inspiring presence!

Almost at the same time that Director Zhang's mental magic manifested—

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"

One after another, enormous Dharma images, all the same gray-white but of different shapes, rose up from the ground in the camp of inner demons!

A dragon-shaped Dharma image coiled in mid-air, its long body covered with twisted bone spikes, and its head ferocious—Kang Jinlong!

A gigantic rat-like creature crouched on the ground, growling softly. Its form was ethereal and uncertain, as if it might merge into the shadows at any moment—the Void Sun Rat!

The wolf-headed, human-bodied Dharma image howled to the sky, holding a twisted wooden staff made of intertwined withered bones in its hand, its murderous aura soaring to the heavens—Kui Mulang!

The bird's image is that of a bird with outstretched wings, hovering in the air. Its tail feathers are gorgeous but dull like tattered feathers, and its beak is sharp - the Pleiades Chicken!

The serpentine form with a sheep's head and a human body stood silently, its two horns curved and entwined with an ominous gray vortex, holding a lantern in its hand with a pale, cold flame burning inside—Ghost Golden Sheep!

In an instant, a sinister and decadent gray-white version of the "Star Demon Map" seemed to unfold in front of the inner demon camp!

It was ferocious, deathly silent, and powerful, carrying a chilling and eerie majesty that was completely opposite to the orthodox path of immortals and gods!

And those Spirit Palace Realm inner demons who didn't have time, or weren't even qualified to condense a Dharma form...

They had long since been intentionally or unintentionally forgotten by their higher-ranking counterparts.

Oh.

Bless yourself.

Faced with a collision of this magnitude, they don't even deserve to be given a second glance.

Neither their own boss nor the all-consuming swarm of mosquitoes on the other side would linger for them for even a moment.

"Whoa!"

Deep within the sea of ​​mosquitoes, Ji Zuodao saw this scene through the shared vision of the swarm, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and smack his lips.

"Look at this, Kang Jinlong, Xu Rishu, Kui Mulang, Mao Yueji, Gui Jinyang... Goodness, it's quite complete! Almost half of the Twenty-Eight Mansions have been gathered."

His mind raced, and he turned around, glancing through the layers of mosquito netting at his own side.

Inner demons are born from replicating one's own faction...

So, does that mean our bureau chief also has such a team around him?

Uncle Zhang... could he secretly have a stamp collecting hobby and be planning to collect a complete set to summon the dragon?