Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 190 Huang Feng is on his way by flying through the air.

Locke in black robes: "You know what, your God Space is really something. It has everything, even the ZZZ belt. You can just bring things into your dream to exchange them."

Main God Space: "It's a bit expensive, but I don't need to strengthen myself anyway. My popularity points are more than enough for me. By the way, you want disposable substitute insect arrows next time, right? I'll write down the purchase order."

Locke, the sorcerer, replied: "Boss, where's my empty capsule?"

Locke from the God Space: "Well, I'm not sure if it can be used on Red Steel. You can try it yourself."

Type-Moon Locke: "You know what, this God Space is really useful, it has everything you need. The supplies have arrived. By the way, where's the Absolute Amnesia Spray I ordered?"

Locke from the God Space: "Oh, I changed to an extra Shadow Mask, and then I didn't have enough. I'll change it for you after the next mission. It's just that you're a yandere like Sajou, so you can suffer a little more."

Type-Moon Locke: "Listen to me! Is she even human? She's driving me to some other parallel universe! Have some decency!"

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Naruto Rock: "If you have a partner, shut up. You've got to be picky. Where's my Shadow Mask?"

Locke from the God Space: "I tried it out for you, and it works great, so I bought an extra one."

Naruto Rock: "Thumbs up!"

Locke from Under One Person: "Boss, when are you going to get the root artifacts? I need them urgently."

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Locke from the Main God Space: "Damn it, do you know how expensive root skills are?! How much did I earn from the last mission? Are you trying to bankrupt me?! No way! If you're so capable, go in yourself!"

Just as the Locke fans were unusually lively again because of the God Locke, the pirate Locke, dressed in all black, also appeared in the dream.

You'll never guess what I encountered.

After briefly talking with the God Locke in the dream world, Locke woke up on his 300-square-meter custom-made bed. After leaving the cave, he ignored Little Yellow beside him, took a deep breath, and leaped into the air. A gust of wind instantly filled his sleeves, and his figure turned into a blur and disappeared into the clouds.

Not long after Locke left, Liu Kunsheng appeared outside the cave. Seeing that only the weasel remained, he asked, "Where is the Ancestor?"

"I don't know why it flew away just now; it seems like something happened."

"Huh? Our ancestor could fly!"

Meanwhile, on the scorched earth outside Bilian Village, the Yaksha King was slowly stretching his limbs, his skin as red as lava...

Beneath the skin, lava-like patterns flowed slowly across the bulges of the muscles, each breath carrying a scorching heat.

A pair of thick, curved horns jutted forward from his head, and his long, pale hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall, flying wildly in the hot wind. His skull-like face was covered with fangs, and his vertical pupils, burning with dark fire, slowly turned toward Wu Hou and Zhou Sheng not far away, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Oh? Aren't you that guy? Hey? Where did that redhead who was with you go? Did he succumb to the strain and die?"

Zhuge Liang frowned, his face grim, but he remained silent. The Yaksha King, however, would not tolerate him. Leaving only a faint crimson afterimage behind him, the Yaksha King appeared in front of Zhuge Liang in the next second, its claws covered in a hard lava shell grabbing his neck and lifting him off the ground.

He tilted his head, leaned close to Zhuge Liang's ear, and spoke in a hoarse voice, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"How can you be so reckless? I spared your life last time because I was in a good mood, and now you not only don't run away when you see me, but you also dare to look at me like that?"

As he spoke, he flicked out a bone blade with a "whoosh," the sharp tip gleaming with a cold red light, and gently grazed Zhuge Liang's cheek, leaving a thin bloodstain.

"Let me think... Where should I start this time? Gouge out those disobedient eyes first? Or chop off your remaining hand?"

Zhuge Liang was being choked until he could hardly breathe, his face turning purple. With difficulty, he turned his eyes and gave Zhou Sheng, who was not far away, a resolute look.

run.

Run!

Without Huang Feng, they would never be a match for the Demon King. They were merely cultivators of an ordinary era; how could they compare to the great demons of mythology?

Zhou Sheng's body stiffened abruptly.

Looking at the Yaksha King before him, whose body was entirely crimson and whose bone blades gleamed with a cold light, the fear that had once dominated him by Huang Mei and the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord instantly overwhelmed his reason, engulfing him like a cold tide. His blood seemed to freeze instantly, his fingertips became cold and numb, and even his breathing became sluggish and difficult.

What should I do?

To run or to stay?

If what this evil spirit says is true, once he has completely refined the Great Sage's root, within a few decades, the entire world will become an endless purgatory, and no one will be able to escape it.

But what good would staying do? With my meager skills, do I even deserve to fight the Demon King? I'm afraid even if the Fourth Prince himself came, he wouldn't last three rounds.

Time ticked by, each second like a knife cutting into his heart. Zhou Sheng stood frozen, unsure whether to leave or stay, his entire body stiff as a stone. Cold sweat trickled down his temples, landing on the pale ground beneath his feet with a soft "plop" as it shattered into tiny droplets.

But just as that bead of sweat burst open, a turning point suddenly arrived.

"Lei Lai."

The Yaksha King's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and the claws gripping Zhuge Liang's neck involuntarily loosened slightly. It was in this fleeting gap that Zhou Sheng snapped back to his senses, using all his cultivation to transform into a wisp of black smoke, carrying Zhuge Liang and instantly darting hundreds of meters away, fleeing without looking back.

"Damn it!"

The Yaksha King roared, but did not chase after the two ants. He suddenly raised his head, his vertical pupils burning with dark fire staring intently at the dark, cloud-covered sky.

The next second, the world suddenly went dark.

Thick, dark clouds surged like ink, completely swallowing the last ray of sunlight. Then, a waterfall of lightning, tens of feet wide, descended from the sky, like an inverted celestial river, and slammed heavily onto the scorched earth in front of the Yaksha King!

A deafening clap of thunder exploded instantly, and the entire earth trembled violently.

Countless lightning bolts, as thick as an arm, shot out from the lightning, roaming wildly across the scorched earth. The blinding white light devoured everything, leaving only a vast expanse of white in the world.

This scene brought an unprecedented shock to the Eight Extraordinary Skills Team, which was rushing to the scene at full speed.

Zhang Chulan, who had been secretly pleased with his recent progress in practicing the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, stood in the forest and stared at the lightning that split the heavens and the earth, his expression completely frozen.

That tiny bit of pride was shattered into pieces before this world-destroying power, leaving not a trace.

If Zhang Chulan didn't feel anything from the Samadhi True Fire just now, the lightning now made him deeply understand Zhuge Qing's feelings. As someone who also plays with lightning, he felt the vast difference between himself and the master who triggered this lightning.

Is this really something that humans can contend with?

Seeing Zhang Chulan unconsciously stop, everyone else also stopped. Looking at the unprecedented seriousness on his face, Lü Liang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words. He understood this feeling all too well—not everyone had the courage to face an existence far beyond their own.

He quickly calculated everything in his mind, then stepped forward, patted Zhang Chulan's shoulder, and said in a calm tone, "Bilian, although I don't know what happened to your king, judging from the situation, he's probably done for. I've been marked by that yaksha, and I don't think I can escape if he wants to find me. But it's different for you. If you can't handle it, then forget it. Don't just throw your lives away."

After saying that, he walked past Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, leaving everyone with a slender but resolute back view. After taking a few steps, he added without turning his head, his voice carrying a barely perceptible entrustment: "Zhang Chulan, if I don't come back alive, I entrust my family to you. Thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lü Liang turned around and headed towards the inhuman battlefield where lightning and fire intertwined.

Before Zhang Chulan could make any decision, a thick column of black smoke suddenly shot out from the side, wrapped around Lü Liang's waist like an iron clamp, and pulled him back sharply, throwing him heavily in front of everyone.

As the smoke cleared, Zhou Sheng's figure appeared. He tightly supported the pale-faced, unsteady-breathing Zhuge Liang with one hand, while his other empty sleeve fluttered in the hot wind. He was covered in blackened dust, blood still trickling from his forehead, and his eyes blazed with furious disappointment as he roared, "Are you all insane? Instead of running away, are you staying here to die?!"

"Master Zhou!" Upon seeing his savior, Zhang Chulan rushed forward and asked urgently, "What exactly happened! Where is my king?"

"We've been tricked!" Zhou Sheng gritted his teeth, his tone full of frustration and anger. "No one expected that Red Boy to be so cunning. He transformed into a tiny flying insect the size of a fingernail and silently crept up to the King. By the time we reacted, the King had pushed the two of us away and taken the brunt of his Samadhi True Fire himself. The clay puppet couldn't withstand it, but his real body was unharmed and should be heading this way now."

At this point, Zhou Sheng raised his head and looked at the golden light and lightning colliding in the sky. He frowned and guessed, "Although Red Boy has snatched the root weapon, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord will definitely not let him take it so easily. Right now, the two demon kings are fighting to the death up there. Before the Yellow Wind Great Sage's true form arrives, the only thing we need to do is find a way to save our lives."

Upon hearing that it was two demon kings fighting amongst themselves, everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts finally at ease.

But Zhang Chulan's expression didn't relax; instead, it became even more serious. He keenly grasped the most crucial point in Zhou Sheng's words.

"Did Red Boy manage to snatch the root weapon?"

"Did Red Boy snatch the root weapon?" Zhang Chulan's voice suddenly rose.

"Yes." Zhou Sheng nodded, his expression solemn. "He also said that if he were given a few more years to refine his root weapon, even the true form of the Great Sage Huang Feng would not be his match."

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts, which had just been at ease, instantly jumped into their throats again. Just then, Lu Jin arrived with Feng Zhenghao and Lü Ci.

Lu Ci's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Lu Liang, who was standing in his true form. His expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stopped, slamming his cane heavily into the ground with a dull thud. He deliberately raised his voice, cursing Lu Liang, while quickly glancing at Lu Jin and Feng Zhenghao beside him: "Lu Liang! You little bastard, how dare you show your face in front of me! I'll cripple you today, you unfilial son, and take away your double-handed skills!"

"Grandpa, stop acting. Zhang Chulan and the others already know. I told them a long time ago."

Lu Ci's curse caught in his throat. The anger on his face vanished visibly, and he relaxed completely, muttering a curse under his breath: "Damn it! You should have said so earlier! You scared the hell out of me!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Ci immediately performed a textbook-level face-changing act.

The ease on his face froze instantly. He slowly turned his head and met Lu Jin and Feng Zhenghao's wide, shocked faces, which were filled with "???". Only then did he belatedly realize—just because Zhang Chulan and the others knew didn't mean these two old geezers knew too.

The air seemed to freeze for three seconds.

Fortunately, given the current situation, no one has the time to investigate his messy affair with Lü Liang.

Lu Jin took a deep breath and first asked Zhou Sheng about the entire situation on the battlefield. His expression grew increasingly grim. He turned to look at Lu Linglong and Lu Lin not far away, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes. Then, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Linglong, you take your brother and the younger generation like Zhang Chulan and leave immediately. The three of us old folks will stay here and do everything in our power to hold out until Huang Feng the Great Sage arrives."

"You think you can take me?" Zhou Sheng scoffed, offering a sarcastic remark without any mercy. "Don't be ridiculous, Lu Jin."

Having lived this long, don't you know your own limitations? Someone who can't even withstand a slap from Zhang Zhiwei dares to say they can hold off the Demon King?

"Zhou Sheng!" Lu Jin suddenly raised her voice, her eyes reddening. "Is this the time to argue?! If this demon king gets away, what will happen to the world once he refines his root talent?! If what Red Boy said is true, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life!"

"I've made countless mistakes in my life, one more won't make a difference!" Zhou Sheng roared back, his voice filled with barely suppressed despair. "But do you know just how strong those demon kings are? In the entire Longhu Mountain, apart from Zhang Zhiwei, no one has ever seen their true strength! I don't care if you have such thoughts."

But I know how strong they are! Even a crippled demon king could kill us all with a flick of his finger! Staying would just be throwing our lives away!

Just as the two were arguing fiercely, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone looked up sharply and saw more than a dozen missiles trailing flames streaking across the gloomy sky, rushing straight toward the two figures fighting in the sky like a flock of falcons.

The next second, deafening explosions rang out one after another, and flames shot into the sky.

The company's saturation attack arrived as expected. The huge roar was like rolling thunder, spreading throughout Liupanshui, and even the ground beneath our feet trembled violently.

Everyone then realized that this was a contingency plan laid out by the company in advance, and they felt a little more at ease, but the deep-seated unease did not dissipate at all.

Zhou Sheng turned his head, gazing at the distant battlefield where flames soared into the sky and thick smoke billowed. His brows furrowed, and he muttered to himself...

"Can this really stop those two demon kings?"

"Of course not."

A familiar yet lazy voice rang out, and everyone turned their heads to see a semi-transparent yellow-haired rat standing on Feng Baobao's head—it was none other than the Great Sage Yellow Wind.

"My main body is on its way. The situation is urgent, so I'll keep it short. These things definitely can't take them down, but once the fire stops, they'll probably realize what's happening and try to run away. So you have to stop them and wait for me."

"Huh?" Wang Ye was completely dumbfounded, pointing to himself, "Who? Us? We stopped the Demon King?"

"Who else could it be but you guys?" Huang Feng rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I have a special move to counter Red Boy. I'll give you a buff then."

As for the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord—we'll have to rely on Bao Bao and Zhang Chulan.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Chulan.

Lu Jin, Lü Ci, and Feng Zhenghao looked at each other, their faces full of confusion. They simply couldn't understand how this seemingly glib and unserious junior could team up with Feng Baobao to stop a demon king who had lived for over a thousand years.

However, Lu Linglong, Zhuge Qing, and the other younger members all showed expressions of understanding.

Because they all knew that Zhang Chulan possessed the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

He truly possesses divine powers.

As the last missile exploded with a deafening roar, the continuous explosions finally subsided.

The command vehicle outside the village was deathly silent. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the satellite screen in front of them. Bi Youlong leaned forward, his fingers gripping the armrests of his seat tightly. This was the strongest conventional firepower the company could muster; even a mountain could be leveled to the ground.

On the screen, billowing black smoke, like ink, enveloped the entire battlefield, with firelight flickering within the thick smoke.

Everyone was waiting for the smoke to clear so they could see the two demon kings blown to ashes.

But as the thick smoke was slowly dispersed by the hot wind, revealing the scene below, Bi Youlong's pupils suddenly contracted, his whole body trembled violently, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

In the center of the screen, a massive barrier gleaming with a dark golden light stood motionless on the scorched earth.

The barrier's surface was as smooth as a mirror, yet it was densely covered with countless scarlet eyes. Those eyes were turning without blinking, their cold gazes seemingly piercing through the screen and landing directly on everyone in the command vehicle.

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