Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Chapter 192 The Demon Lord [Part Two]

"Master!"

"How dare you! Who is it that dares to attack my Zhao family?"

"What... what's going on?!"

Soon, as they approached the ruins of the Buddhist temple and witnessed the collapsed scene, a series of angry and shocked shouts rang out.

This place is located in the heart of the Zhao family estate.

All those who live nearby are elite members of the Zhao family.

There are five masters of blood transfusion alone.

Seeing this situation, it is clear that someone dared to target the core Buddhist temple of the Zhao family.

This is blatant provocation against the Zhao family. As members of a clan with a strong sense of belonging to their family, how could they tolerate this situation?

however.

The angry shout had barely finished.

Then it suddenly stopped abruptly.

As a martial arts practitioner, he possesses astonishing eyesight.

But after seeing the scene clearly, everyone felt as if they had been choked.

There are two people in the room at this moment.

A person wearing a black rabbit face mask.

The other one is their patriarch.

However, the patriarch, who was once seen as a true Buddha descended to earth, was now kneeling on both knees, covered in blood, with one arm crippled, looking utterly miserable.

"So noisy!"

Hu Long spoke calmly, before he finished speaking.

He didn't make any move; his figure just flickered.

In an instant, dozens of figures shot out from his body, like dragons emerging from the abyss, and pounced on the group of martial artists behind him.

This is the secret technique "Dragon's Hundred Transformations" that he downloaded from Ji Guanhai.

Once cultivated to perfection, one can transform into a hundred avatars, covering the sky and making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

However, Ji Guanhai only reached the master level and barely managed to create dozens of shadows.

These clones are all formed from internal energy and possess a certain physical form, which is why they can deceive the enemy's perception.

Under normal circumstances, the duration of a clone is linked to the strength of the internal energy, and it can only last for a few minutes at most.

In Ji Guanhai's hands, this secret technique was used to escape.

In Hu Long's hands, however, it became a technique for attacking with clones.

This was his first time using it in real-world practice.

But he was supported by his immense, almost boundless, inner strength.

Those clones, judging from their appearance and aura, are no different from the original.

Like a tiger descending a mountain, it pounced straight towards the group of secret warriors.

Upon seeing this, the expressions of the martial artists changed drastically, and their pupils contracted sharply.

After all, the person in front of them was a monster who had just defeated their patriarch.

They had no choice but to panic.

Therefore, each of them, with wary expressions, activated their secret techniques, ready to make their move.

however.

To their utter surprise, the clones, upon reaching within a few meters of them, didn't use any special moves but instead exploded!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions, like muffled thunder, erupted as the violent energy transformed into tangible shockwaves, sweeping outwards in all directions.

All of this happened too fast.

In an instant, almost all members of the Zhao family who were near this place, below the Blood Exchange Realm, exploded and died, their flesh and blood exploding into clouds of scarlet blood mist that filled the air.

Even those martial artists who have entered the Blood Exchange Realm have the protection of their Qi and Blood True Energy.

They won't get any credit either.

One by one, they were struck head-on by the tangible force of the Qi. Some had their chests caved in, others had their limbs broken. Even if they didn't die, they were severely injured. Cries of agony rose and fell as they rolled on the ground.

To put it bluntly, this clone is nothing more than a collection of internal energy in human form.

While it might confuse the senses, it's simply impossible to unleash a secret technique and deliver a sophisticated attack.

It's nowhere near the level of a true clone.

Therefore, the simplest and most straightforward way is this.

Treating them as human bombs is both simple and direct.

"It's still too crude. It's not much different from twisting your internal energy into a single force and then throwing it out. The only difference is that it adds a layer of disguise."

In the future, we can try to incorporate and improve upon the old techniques; perhaps it can even transform into a true clone, or perhaps combine it with puppetry techniques to control it with mental power.

These different thoughts flashed through Hu Long's mind.

He immediately forgot about it.

These were secondary to him, mere tricks and gimmicks. While they might sometimes have unexpected effects, they were not as direct and effective as increasing his own strength.

Thinking of this.

In an instant, he unleashed his Spirit Absorption talent.

An invisible and intangible wave emanated from him, spreading outwards in all directions like ripples.

With his current mental strength, after his talent advancement, coupled with the terrifying boost to his mental power upon entering the third stage of the Yuan Dan realm, he possesses immense mental fortitude.

At this moment, the range of mental power coverage expands dramatically from the original five kilometers to an eight-kilometer radius centered on it.

That is, a diameter of sixteen kilometers.

However, he did not extend his mental power that far, but only limited it to a radius of five kilometers.

now.

Whether human or beast, insect or bird.

His eyes suddenly went blank, as if his soul had been emptied in an instant.

This place suddenly became eerily quiet.

After isolating all sounds from this place from spreading outwards, Hu Long's gaze finally fell on Zhao Baizhou in front of him.

Unlike those who are controlled by his mental power.

A soft, warm light suddenly shone from within Zhao Baizhou's monk's robe, as smooth and gentle as jade.

It transformed into a layer of light that enveloped it.

The light emanated a gentle, calming power.

now.

This layer of light shielded him from the penetration of his spiritual power.

"A special treasure containing spiritual power? I see. No wonder those guys managed to escape my control."

Looking at this scene.

Hu Long immediately thought of how the mental imprints of Luo Tianshi, Jiang Shuying, and others were resolved during the incident in the underground palace.

If I'm not mistaken, this must be the work of that bald monk.

"Amitabha! Please lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Zhao Baizhou looked at the Zhao family members who had exploded into a bloody mist, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes.

He held his only remaining left palm upright in front of his chest, arched his back, and pulled his knee, which was stuck in the mud, out inch by inch, and sat down cross-legged on the spot.

A Buddhist chant was uttered.

Suddenly, the originally dense golden Buddhist light expanded violently, engulfing him like a living thing.

The figure vanished, replaced by a golden Buddha statue three zhang tall.

The moment this Buddha appeared, the world seemed to be emptied of color.

Earth, ruins, sky.

Everything faded into a gray background, except for that one Buddha, sitting upright in the center, which became the only color in the world.

The Buddha's body was illusory, neither gold nor light, with a lowered face and eyes full of compassion.

Zhao Baizhou, who was hiding among them, was so pale that he was almost transparent.

This true Buddha relic is a top-tier secret treasure passed down through countless generations of the Zhao family.

Once unleashed, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, capable of saving all things.

However, unleashing its full power comes at a huge cost.

It constantly requires the support of internal energy and blood, and will cause irreparable damage to the soul.

This was the first time he had used this move.

However, it was all worth it.

If he could forcibly convert the person in front of him, he could become the Zhao family's protector and be at his beck and call.

Given the strength the opponent has shown, even if the Ji family were to come out in full force, they might not be able to defeat them.

With this, the Zhao family might be able to go further, pull the Ji family down from their high position, replace them, become one of the top three families, and become the ruler of the Yu Kingdom.

This thought came to mind.

A piercing light suddenly flashed in Zhao Baizhou's pale, sunken eyes.

At the same time.

The Buddha raised his arm.

The arm, as if cast in gold, stretched out and enlarged, its five fingers spread wide, each joint moving like a mountain, the golden light leaking through the gaps between the fingers like a waterfall, the five fingers like a sky curtain, crashing down on Hu Long's head.

however.

The hand stopped abruptly just as it was about to touch Hu Long's head.

Suspended in mid-air, motionless, it seemed to be held firmly by an invisible giant hand.

"As expected of a superior clan, their heritage is extraordinary."

Hu Long chuckled softly and spoke slowly.

The Ji family possesses an unparalleled and domineering dragon aura, and also has a Dragon Transformation Pool where the bloodline of the dragon can be tempered.

And this Zhao family actually possesses such a Buddhist light that can enlighten people's hearts.

This is true depth.

They were far beyond ordinary clans, and could not be compared to the Jin Kingdom they had previously visited.

"It's just a pity."

Hu Long shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of genuine regret.

"In the past, it might have been of some use to me."

Before he could finish speaking...

A deep green windmill pattern appeared in the depths of his eyes as he asked.

A terrifying spiritual force, like an invisible needle, suddenly pierced through.

—Click click!

A sound like something shattering came from the void.

That was the Buddha who had split open.

puff!

Zhao Baizhou, who was in the middle of it, spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was as if I had seen a ghost.

The Buddha relic he wore emitted a soft sound, and cracks appeared on its surface.

"you----"

He was about to say something.

The next moment.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the real Buddha relic suddenly exploded, like glass shattering on the ground.

The illusory image of the Buddha then completely disappeared.

Zhao Baizhou's face turned pale again.

Fresh blood slowly seeped from his seven orifices.

His spiritual power had long been integrated with the true Buddha's relic, and now that the relic had shattered, he naturally could not avoid the severe backlash.

hum!

Just then.

A hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

What came into view were Hu Long's deep blue eyes.

A fleeting emerald green windmill pattern also appeared in the depths of Zhao Baizhou's eyes before disappearing into the distance.

A look of respect immediately appeared on his face.

"Owner!"

Hu Long didn't even glance at him before casually releasing him.

He raised his hand and grabbed.

The Buddha relics that had shattered on the ground fell into his hands.

The instant of contact.

A chill ran through his body.

[Source Value +1120]

This was the most Source Value he had ever obtained in a single instance, even far exceeding that of Ji Guanhai, whom he had previously killed and whose strength had reached the Yuan Dan level.

Thinking of this.

Hu Long looked at Zhao Baizhou and asked directly.

"Where did your Zhao family obtain this?"

"This is an heirloom of my Zhao family, and its history can be traced back five thousand years."

My ancestor, Zhao, was originally a head monk at an old Buddhist temple. He later returned to secular life and established the Zhao family business. This true Buddha relic is what my ancestor left behind after his passing.

As Zhao Baizhou's injuries slowly healed, he immediately explained in a low voice when Hu Long asked him a question.

Upon hearing this...

A strange light flashed in Hu Long's eyes.

If this item was left by the other party's ancestor, then the other party was very likely at the fourth or even fifth level of the Yuan Dan realm when they were alive, or even a being beyond the Yuan Dan realm.

Otherwise, it simply doesn't make sense.

Don't be fooled by how easily Hu Long smashed it.

It should be noted that Hu Long's soul had been tempered by the Heart Sutra of Avalokitesvara, and his spiritual talent had been enhanced several times.

It has already surpassed the limits that the Yuan Dan realm can reach.

Just now, any being at the Yuan Dan level would have faced an extremely dangerous situation.

This thing was just something left behind by the other party.

How powerful must he have been while he was alive? Such a being was merely a chief.

Where is the Old Buddhist Temple located?

Hu Long continued to ask.

"I don't know. Our ancestors were very secretive about it. Later, my Zhao family also searched for it, but we didn't find any major clues."

It is speculated that it might be located in a lost paradise, or perhaps it has long been buried in the annals of history.

Zhao Baizhou shook his head.

Upon hearing this...

Hu Long remained noncommittal.

The concept of lost paradises is not difficult to understand. If Earth's real world is a giant whale living in the sea, then these paradises are barnacles attached to it.

It exists in relation to the real world, and aside from being destroyed, it may also fall off due to some special reasons.

Afterwards, he walked over to the blood transfusion masters who were missing limbs and planted their spiritual imprints on each of them.

The injuries on these guys were horrific; they had severed limbs, which would render an ordinary person practically useless.

But for a Blood Exchange Master who has already condensed true blood, it's just a minor injury.

After a month or two of rest, you will be fully recovered.

As for the few survivors in the Strong Body Realm and Bone Tempering Realm, Hu Long killed them directly.

Imprinting a mental mark would be too wasteful of a spot, and there are too many uncertainties regarding modifying memories.

Hu Long didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

Then.

After absorbing the strange and malevolent remains and the source value in the divine will of the Zhao family's inventory.

Hu Long did not linger.

With a flash, he tore through the air and vanished from his spot.

A low, rapid rumble came from above the clouds, as if the sky had been crushed by some enormous force, before exploding into a sonic boom that echoed for a long time.

People below looked up at the empty sky.

I don't understand why it suddenly thundered on such a sunny day. Is it going to rain? It doesn't look like it.

With Hu Long's current speed, coupled with the enhancement of the Rabbit Magic Tool, his speed is simply unbelievable.

The fastest fighter jets today can reach speeds of Mach 2.83, covering a distance of 600 kilometers in just ten minutes.

Hu Long was even faster.

In just a few minutes, he traveled from Qifeng Province, where the Zhao family lived, to the airspace above Liyang Province, where the Luo family lived.

Then justice descended from the heavens, and a tremendous commotion arose.

Before anyone could even look in their direction, everyone froze in place.

A few minutes later.

Hu Long left the area again and headed to his next destination.

His goal was simple: to control all these superior clans and have them collect the supernatural spirits for him.

Although Hu Long acted quickly, he ended the battle in a short while and planted a spiritual imprint on the clan leader and the clan members who had reached the Blood Exchange Realm.

Mind manipulation was simultaneously deployed, suppressing the movement and disturbance in the entire area to a minimum.

But the continuous attacks eventually attracted attention.

The Kui family ranks among the top three, and their greatest expertise lies in crafting puppets.

The true self remains forever hidden in the shadows, acting as a puppet in the world.

Apart from the other two companies that are also among the top three.

Among the other superior clans, there were many clansmen who were turned into puppets.

After these clans were attacked.

They immediately realized something was wrong.

now.

Inside a bright and spacious conference room, figures sat upright.

These people included men, women, and children of all ages, all dressed in formal attire, creating a solemn atmosphere. Just looking at this scene, one might mistake it for a board meeting.

They were none other than members of the Kui family.

Hidden away in the city.

No one would have guessed that the Kui family, one of the three most prestigious families, actually had a listed conglomerate as its true clan member.

At this moment, the middle-aged man with graying temples, who was at the head of the group, glanced around and slowly spoke.

What are your thoughts on this matter?

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