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

Before its ominous premonition could continue to fester—

hum!

The immense divine power within his body, which had just been roaring and surging, constructing the entire "Six Heavens Cloud Tower Palace," instantly fell silent without warning.

It's like a fully powered engine suddenly having all its fuel drained.

It didn't dissipate, nor was it negated; rather, it was blocked layer by layer by some superior, more tyrannical force, pressed back down so tightly that not even a spark could emerge.

As the supernatural power suddenly subsided—

"Boom! B ...

Above their heads, the majestic yet decaying Tianyun Palace, composed of gray starlight and desolate palaces, could not even hold on for a moment before it let out a mournful cry of unbearable pressure and collapsed and shattered!

Like a toppled set of building blocks, or a mirage in the sunlight, it crumbled inch by inch, turning into countless gray-white specks of light drifting across the sky.

The next second, the vision blurred and switched again.

"Buzz—!!!"

The chilling, ubiquitous buzzing of mosquitoes, mixed with the pungent stench of blood, enveloped everyone once again.

They returned to that surging, writhing, boundless sea of ​​dark mosquitoes.

"..."

Zhang Yucheng's inner demons remained frozen in place.

It slowly lowered its head, looked at its giant hand, which was now empty and could no longer sense any supernatural power, and then looked up at the swarm of mosquitoes whistling past and its own body, which was leisurely a hundred feet away.

In their clear black and white eyes, there was first bewilderment, then an overwhelming sense of horror and absurdity.

What...what is this?!

Where are Lao Tzu's supernatural powers?!

That huge Cloud Tower Palace, just pulled out with so much effort, barely even warmed up... and all it did was make a noise?!

How the hell did this happen?!

The inner demon's "heart" was completely in turmoil. It stared intently at the face opposite it, a face exactly like its own, now shrouded in celestial light. An uncontrollable thought, chilling it to the bone, arose within it:

That cunning old fox...when did he secretly learn this trick?! How come I didn't know?!

Just then, the dazzling Venus statue opposite slowly curled up at the corner of its mouth.

That smile was gentle and warm.

Then, Zhang Yucheng spoke, his voice emanating through his Dharma image, clearly echoing among the mosquitoes, his tone carrying an indescribable teasing, a mixture of novelty and wicked humor:

"How would you put it in the words of young people..."

He paused, seemingly enjoying the process of "applying what he has learned," and his smile deepened.

"You're just an ordinary player, you get your equipment from drops, you learn your skills through practice, and you painstakingly level up..."

"Can you beat someone like me—the version's answer, the official choice, the equipment given out directly, the pay-to-win player who can be manipulated at will in the backend?"

Before he finished speaking, the glittering whisk in his hand, which had originally been used to restrain his inner demons, suddenly retracted, its silver threads curling back.

Only then did the gray-white Dharma image realize with astonishment—

At some point, without anyone noticing, a belt—neither gold nor jade, neither silk nor hemp, but shimmering with a restrained and mysterious dark golden light—had silently wrapped around the waist of his massive, grayish-white Dharma body.

The other end of the belt, as if it had a life of its own, meandered and coiled flexibly, and finally wrapped itself securely around the wrist of the deity's image opposite.

Zhang Yucheng raised his wrist, which was connected by the belt, and his smile was so bright it was dazzling.

"That's why I say the people in the Technical Section of the 749th Bureau are so awesome!"

"This thing has been produced—Heavenly Heavy Industries, Tushita Palace series, prototype No. 001, code name: Golden Rope."

He gently tugged at the belt in his hand, and the gray-white Venus Dharma form of the inner demon swayed uncontrollably.

"You're lucky, kid. You just came out of the lab, still warm from the heat, and you're the first to enjoy this immersive experience."

"How is it? Are you satisfied with the results?"

"..."

The gray-white Venus Dharma image stiffly lowered its head, looked at the shimmering dark gold rope around its waist, and then looked up at the real person opposite it, whose smiling face was full of "surprise, isn't it?"

silence.

Dead silence.

Only the buzzing of mosquitoes provided accompaniment.

After a long while, its grayish-white lips moved, and from between its teeth, it squeezed out a single word, dry and hoarse, filled with a deep sense of powerlessness and indignation at being abandoned by the times, crushed by technology, and repeatedly rubbed into the ground by pay-to-win gamers:

"grass."

Oh shit.

This is fucking...

Isn't it just because they think we inner demons are unaffiliated and have no backing?!

The current situation is now completely clear.

The most powerful inner demon at the Divine Power Realm was now having its supernatural powers sealed by the Golden Rope, and was also trapped in the double siege of the Mosquito Sea and the Zhou Tian Star Array.

The remaining inner demons of the Dharma Realm are indeed no different from fat pigs tied tightly on a chopping board, just waiting to be slaughtered.

"Brothers! Grab your weapons!"

"The time has come to uphold justice! Let's beat him up!"

I don't know who yelled first, but it was like pouring a bucket of cold water into boiling oil.

The investigators from Bureau 749 and the Qi practitioners from the Zhao family, who had been holding back their anger and eager for a fight for a long time, exploded instantly!

In a flash, the crowd, like sharks smelling blood, howled excitedly and pounced on the several immobile, gray-white statues!

Normally, those in the Dharma Aspect Realm are high and mighty figures, respected elders and big shots. Who would dare to offend them easily, let alone beat them up?

But now?

Good heavens, it's alive, and it can't fight back.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Serves you right for sneaking up on me! Take this Black Tiger Heart Strike!"

"Look at these talismans! Look at these talismans! I've been saving up these 'Itchy Talismans,' 'Weeping Talismans,' and 'Bewitched Talismans' for half a year... I'm putting them all on you today!"

"Foot! Step on his foot! Yes! Step on his toes! I heard that the Dharma image here is also connected to the senses... Oh my god, it really made an expression! Haha!"

The scene instantly transformed from a brutal battlefield into a large-scale street brawl, specifically a one-sided attack.

Punching and kicking are just basic techniques; some people stick talismans on their heads, others cast curses, and still others use bricks they pull out of nowhere to smash the back of the head...

There's nothing these frustrated guys won't do.

The investigators and young Qi cultivators, whose cultivation had not yet reached the Dharma Aspect Realm, were beaten up with great gusto, each one more ruthless than the last.

They were exchanging tips while beating each other up:

"Brother Wang, is the skin of this Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator exceptionally tough? My fists are numb from all the shaking!"

"Nonsense! Otherwise, how could it be called a Dharma Form? You have to use skill, infuse it with spiritual power, and aim at its forehead area... Yes! Right here! Smash it!"

"I've learned something!"

Even more remarkably, several powerful figures who had already condensed their Dharma forms completely abandoned their reserve at this moment.

They not only beat their inner demons, but in the process, they also started to "communicate" with them.

"Old Li, you know what, this Kui Mulang dharma form of your inner demon feels pretty solid to hit! Rock hard!"

"Right? I think so too! But Brother Zhang, your Kang Jinlong's forehead makes a crisper sound when you tap it, like striking a wooden fish, it's quite satisfying!"

"How about...we switch?"

"Sure! Here, here, I'll give you this end, and you give me the other end!"

"Okay!"

The two big shots, all smiles, naturally switched targets amidst the chaos, continuing to swing their arms wide at the other person's inner demons, beating them with great enthusiasm and professional skill.

The two inner demons who were swapped and beaten up were left bewildered: "???"

Are you all fucking insane?! If you're going to beat someone up, beat them up properly! Why are you taking turns doing it?! Have some respect for the victim, okay?!

As for the inner demons of those in the Spirit Palace Realm?

Oh, them.

As early as when the mosquito sea first expanded and engulfed everything, it was amidst a series of moans of "It feels so good!" that were sometimes undulating, sometimes distorted, and sometimes collapsing...

They used up all their resurrection coins, thoroughly, cleanly, and decisively...

No more.

He passed away peacefully, even with a touch of sublime, distorted pleasure.

And the legacies they left behind—

Those warm, grayish-white spirit palaces were now lying quietly and densely packed in the human skin pouch at Ji Zuodao's waist.