After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Jiangcheng New District was completely silent.

The gray fog swallowed up all life.

Amidst the broken walls and ruins, Fatty Wang lay sprawled out in a "big" shape.

A large section of the sternum collapsed, and the solid iron rod was twisted into a pretzel and left five meters away.

Blood smeared my eyelids, making my vision blood red and blurry.

Consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse, yet fingers continued to dig at the ground, nails curling up to leave bloody scratches on the concrete.

"Don't...touch...my sister-in-law..."

Thirty meters away.

The three-meter-tall green-haired ghost general grabbed Lin Qingxue by the neck with one arm and lifted her into the air.

Lin Qingxue kicked her legs wildly, her face turned bluish-purple, and she stopped breathing.

The Yin energy had locked her meridians, making it impossible for her to even mobilize a trace of spiritual power.

"What an excellent cauldron."

Mo Yunhai stood beside the ghost general, his gaze wandering over Lin Qingxue like a sticky slug.

He didn't rush to act, as if he were admiring a butterfly struggling to its death in a spider web.

"A being capable of communicating with both Yin and Yang..."

Mo Yunhai extended his withered, claw-like hand, his fingertips swirling with filthy black energy, and slowly approached Lin Qingxue's brow.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"If I refine you into the core of the formation, your soul will coexist with these myriad ghosts, never to be reborn."

Fingertips approaching.

The putrid stench filled my nostrils.

Lin Qingxue's eyelids felt heavy, and the world plunged into darkness.

The miracle will not happen.

The new district was sealed off by a massive formation; it was an isolated island.

Zhou Ran had no idea that he had secretly run away with the fat man.

"Zhou Ran..."

I uttered that name in my heart for the last time.

Mo Yunhai's fingertips were only half an inch away from her smooth forehead.

The demon general opened his blood-red maw, and murky saliva dripped down onto her shoulder.

At this critical moment.

The sky has cracked open.

No sound.

Because that thing moves faster than light.

Mo Yunhai suddenly saw a red light.

A crimson-purple line of blood, ignoring the barriers of space, pierced through from the horizon.

Overbearing and unparalleled.

The gray fog, buildings, and air along the way were all brutally sliced ​​apart!

puff!

A very soft, faint sound.

Mo Yunhai's fingers froze in mid-air, unable to move any further.

The Foundation Establishment stage ghost general in front of him, with his bronze skin and iron bones, capable of deflecting bullets, froze in place.

next second.

A neat red line appeared in the center of the ghost general's huge head, extending down along the sunken bridge of his nose, through his torso, and down to his crotch.

"roar……"

A short, sharp sob escaped the ghost's throat.

Bang!

The enormous ghostly body was split in two, exploding into two pieces!

Black blood rained down like a torrential downpour.

Lin Qingxue felt a sudden lightness as she fell from mid-air.

The expected pain did not come.

A strong arm reached out and firmly embraced her waist.

The familiar body temperature.

It has a comforting tobacco scent, and...

The stench of blood was so strong it was almost overwhelming.

Lin Qingxue's eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyelids.

A sharply defined profile came into view.

But his face was frighteningly cold, and two eerie purple flames flickered in his eyes.

"Zhou...Ran?"

His voice was hoarse, revealing a sense of disbelief.

"Who let you sneak out?"

Zhou Ran lowered his head, the purple fire in his eyes subsided slightly, revealing a hint of heartache and anger.

He gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

"Leave the rest to me."

Zhou Ran turned around and shielded Lin Qingxue behind him.

The foot landed, and the hard cement ground silently shattered into dust.

That's a sign that the body's power is overflowing and uncontrollable.

The reforged Zanpakuto hovered beside him.

The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, dark red in color, and emitting a low-frequency hum.

That's a sign of thirst.

"Who...who are you?!"

Mo Yunhai staggered back three steps, his face deathly pale.

He stared intently at Zhou Ran, then glanced at the two halves of the ghost general's corpse on the ground.

That was a ghost general in the early stages of Foundation Establishment!

His physical body is extremely powerful!

It was cleaved open like tofu?

The intelligence is incorrect!

Zhou Ran was merely a minor cultivator at the peak of Qi Condensation; he had absolutely no such abilities!

"who I am?"

Zhou Ran tilted his head, his facial muscles twitching, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

At this moment, he was in a pseudo-foundation-building state.

The demonic altar within his body spun wildly, and the tyrannical aura of the Demon Emperor Ye Futian poured out without reservation.

The gray fog throughout the new district trembled under this demonic power, retreating in all directions and creating a vacuum zone.

"Which hand touched her just now?"

Zhou Ran didn't reply, her gaze falling on Mo Yunhai's right hand.

That look wasn't like looking at a person, it was like looking at meat on a chopping board.

Mo Yunhai felt a chill run down his spine, a coldness emanating from the depths of his soul shooting straight to the top of his head.

run!

The thought had just formed, but the foot hadn't even moved yet.

call out!

A purple glint suddenly appeared.

Mo Yunhai didn't even see how the knife moved.

A chill ran down my right shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, excruciating pain surged like a dam bursting!

"ah--!!!"

Mo Yunhai let out a mournful wail.

His entire right arm was severed at the root, flung into the air, and burned to ashes by the attached purple flames before it even hit the ground.

"Too noisy."

Zhou Ran frowned slightly.

The right hand is loosely clenched.

The Zanpakuto transformed into a streak of light, piercing Mo Yunhai's left knee and pinning him to the ground!

"You want to refine her into the core of the formation?"

Zhou Ran walked step by step to Mo Yunhai, looking down at him.

Purple flames rose again in his eyes, and his voice was as cold as the wind blowing from the deepest hell.

"Do you know?"

"Is there a method of alchemy in this world called 'Soul Extraction and Lamp Lighting,' which leads to eternal damnation?"

Mo Yunhai's face contorted in pain as he looked at the young man in front of him, who exuded overwhelming demonic energy, and his mental defenses crumbled.

This is hardly the work of a cultivator.

It is clearly an ancient demon god wearing human skin!

"madman……

You're a madman!

"My Wuji Sect will not let you get away with this!"

The sect leader will...

"The Wuji Sect?"

Zhou Ran sneered and stepped on Mo Yunhai's only remaining left hand.

Click.

The sound of finger bones cracking was clear and piercing.

"Don't rush, I'll kill you later."

"I will personally visit you to reunite your entire clan."

Mo Yunhai was in despair.

Looking into Zhou Ran's eyes, which were devoid of any emotion, he knew that begging for mercy was useless.

Desperation drove people to madness.

"You want to kill me?"

It's not that easy!

Mo Yunhai opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which shot straight into the air.

There, suspended in the air, is that painting that blots out the sky.

"A Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"

"Swallow him whole!!!"

Blood and essence sacrifice.

The scroll trembled violently, and the ink on it came to life.

Waaaaah—

Millions of evil spirits poked their heads out of the painting, letting out shrieks, and transformed into a black torrent that swept over Zhou Ran, engulfing him completely.

"this one?"

Zhou Ran looked up at the ghostly figures filling the sky, showing no fear whatsoever, but rather extreme disdain.

"Playing mind games with me?"

"Trying to teach a fish to swim!"