From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

Swallowing the river fish, he couldn't help but frown.

Gu Heting was badly injured. His left wing was severely wounded, as if pierced by something, and blood was still dripping from it.

I used my spiritual sense to investigate.

His internal organs had shifted slightly, clearly indicating a serious internal injury. Seeing this, Tunjiangyu frowned again.

The evil immortal before my eyes floated in the air.

Qin Wuxie's eyes showed no extra expression. His gaze remained fixed blankly on the two of them.

He jumped down from the sky.

The moment their feet touched the ground, a wave of deathly aura swept over them. Unlike the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator, this was the filth and depravity deep within their souls.

This feeling even made Jing Li feel a little chilly.

Qin Wuxie toyed with the short sword in his hand, his expression meaningful: "Interesting. Two intelligent beasts, but they haven't reached the level of transforming into great demons."

"This place truly is a blessed land of Dongting Lake. Even such an accident could happen." He stretched out his fingers and stroked the tip of the sword. With just a light touch, a few drops of crimson blood flowed down.

"Hmm..." Jing Li hummed in response, offering no reply whatsoever.

His golden pupils were fixed on Qin Wuxie.

No matter how eloquently Qin Wuxie spoke, he didn't respond.

A foul, putrid stench assaulted him, and with each step Qin Wuxie took, the surrounding flowers and plants withered. Finally, he stood before the River-Swallowing Fish.

The surrounding landscape had become lifeless and desolate.

The Great Perfection of Core Formation!

This guy is on the same level as the fire dragon of Changsha Island.

The gap is too big.

Jing Li wasn't stupid; the person in front of him was a heretic who had reached the Great Perfection of the Core Formation stage.

"Corpse Demon Slayer," Qin Wuxie uttered the three words.

A gigantic skull appeared behind him. Blood flowed from its two narrow eye sockets, and a massive spell enveloped Jing Li and Gu Heting.

This is bad, this is really bad.

This guy used a magical artifact right from the start. Gu Heting's consciousness cleared up a bit, and he stood up despite his injuries.

Gu Heting squinted and took a deep breath: "Old Yu, what is this? The terrain and landforms are changing."

The river fish suddenly leaped into the river.

Thin films of water formed within them, enveloping the two individuals.

He looked at the skull with a somewhat uneasy expression: "An illusionary artifact. Combined with his evil arts, the artifact exudes a terrifying aura. How many people has this person corrupted?"

Its overwhelming aura was truly terrifying.

Jingli can only use the most conservative approach, prioritizing protecting himself first.

The foul-smelling blood flowing from the skull's eyes poured back into the river. The stench was overwhelming, and Gu Heting felt as if he were witnessing an infernal hell.

Countless little devils crawl through hell.

They roared and fought. They ripped each other's entrails out, the high-pitched cries of battle echoing endlessly.

In an instant, he felt his psychological defenses were about to be breached.

My whole body trembled in this perverted scene.

"Little child, little child. Wake up! This is just an illusion!"

Illusion?

Why does it feel so real?

With a bang.

A stream of water struck Gu Heting's head. He regained some of his senses. Qin Wuxie had only slightly used a magical artifact.

His skeleton was just a large skeleton; it wasn't oozing blood.

All of this was the effect of illusion.

"It is indeed just an illusion, but this is real." Qin Wuxie's expression remained playful. He flicked his long finger, and the magical artifact turned into a puddle of murky water.

The turbid water flows upstream and downstream.

Below the swallowing fish, there were rows and rows of teeth marks.

A gigantic skull was enveloping Tunjiangyu and Gu Heting, and Gu Heting was terrified. Even the Purple Bamboo Immortal had no intention of killing them both.

This person's supernatural abilities are all deadly moves.

It seems to harbor malice towards all living beings in the world.

"Little one, hold on tight to me. This thing is a bloodthirsty artifact, likely forged from human blood and bones. Don't leave me now."

Upon hearing this, Gu Heting lowered his body and clung tightly to the body of the river-swallowing fish.

But the river-swallowing fish opened its enormous mouth.

A green cauldron was slowly rising from the giant mouth. The system notification sounded in Gu Heting's ears.

Unexpectedly, this old fish actually had a secret magical artifact.

【Guests in the Mountains of Yunlin】

Those destined to offer incense

[In a mountain temple, the abbot said, "All who come are guests, but all are people with a predestined connection."]

This is a magical artifact refined by the Taoist priest of Yunlin Mountain.

[A six-sided bronze vessel, a green cauldron for storing water.]

[It stores the surging waters of rivers and streams, and pours forth the rushing torrents of mountains and rivers.]

[Currently: The natal magical artifact of the River-Swallowing Fish.]

"Old Fish, you still have this kind of thing?"

"I told you, if you have the opportunity, then so do I." With that, the River-Swallowing Fish manipulated the azure cauldron. The cauldron emitted a gurgling sound. A deafening torrent of water gushed forth from the cauldron.

The towering torrent of water transformed into streaks of sword-like rain.

The rain of arrows fell straight at the skull. In an instant, the skull that was about to clamp its jaws shut was shattered to pieces.

The pink bones did not dissipate into the water.

Bone dust drifted in the air, hovering around Qin Wuxie. As time passed, it coalesced back into a skull.

Qin Wuxie's lips curled slightly: "They do have some skill. It's quite an eye-opener for me. A strange beast actually possesses a natal magic weapon."

The River-Swallowing Fish doesn't like to talk too much with evil spirits and heretics.

He's getting old and less adept at sarcasm.

The only thing he knew for sure was that the man in front of him was dangerous. His eyes never left the man.

Those giant golden fish eyes were fixed on Qin Wuxie.

"Your natal magic weapon is nothing special. Why don't you take a look at mine?" Qin Wuxie clasped his hands together. From deep space, a vajra descended.

As it landed, it splashed up streaks of rain.

Gu Heting frowned as he looked at the vajra.

The vajra was not embroidered with the Eight Vajras, nor with any demon-suppressing image. Instead, it depicted countless groaning figures.

Two people are carved on the vajra.

One male and one female.

The woman's lips parted wide, her throat dry and choked, a lifelike expression. He groaned in pain, his nails digging into his back.

The man blindfolded himself and reached into his abdomen.

The aesthetics of this ritual object made Gu Heting feel psychologically uncomfortable.

[The frost of evil adorns the path of life.]

[Those who do not cultivate good deeds commit murder and arson.]

I laugh at the hypocrisy of the world's good people. I envy the wicked who have no power.

There are inherent rules and regulations in the world.

Yet I have spent my life seeking the demon.

[The Five Evil Taoists. Qin Wuxie's natal magical artifact.]

【The Vajra Pestle for Seeking Demons.】

[It was born from the gruesome slaughter of flesh and blood. It shaped multiple instances of hell on earth.]

[Made from the blood and flesh of 3000 young boys and girls, 5000 women, and 1000 couples destined for marriage.]

[Born amidst the cries of torture and slaughter.]

Gu Heting felt like he was about to vomit. His throat tightened and he gagged. Just listening to the system's description, he couldn't even imagine it.

This guy needs no explanation—evil.