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

Deep underground, an underground river surges.

Zhou Ran stood on the pile of rubble, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

Lingxu Daoist's left side of his face was charred black, with thick black liquid dripping from it.

The kind, Buddha-like face that was originally on the back of his head has now moved to the right side of his face.

The ancient monk had a solemn and dignified appearance, even with a hint of compassionate smile, and was faintly glowing with golden light.

One eye was blood-red, the other shone with golden light.

This extreme sense of separation makes one feel nauseous just by looking at it.

All eyes were focused on the young man's black silhouette.

Zhou Ran held his Zanpakuto in his hand, the tip of which pointed diagonally at the water.

Drops of purplish-black demonic blood slid down the blade and dripped into the water, instantly spreading out in large patches of ink.

"Zhou Ran..."

Lin Qingxue clutched her chest, the oppressive feeling emanating from the depths of her soul making it difficult for her to breathe.

In those eyes that could see through illusion, only a chaotic mix of blinding golden light and black mist remained.

I can't see through it.

The monster's weakness was completely undetectable.

"run."

Miao Yingying was about to say something when Zhou Ran pushed her away with a gentle force, sending her flying dozens of meters away.

"You go too."

Zhou Ran glanced at Lin Qingxue, who was swaying precariously behind him.

"I don't!"

Lin Qingxue gritted her teeth, tears of blood welling in her eyes, as she stared intently at Lingxu Daoist's face, which was half compassionate and half ferocious.

"His energy is in disarray, and the monk's consciousness is rebelling!"

if only……"

"As long as I can survive, right?"

Across from him, Daoist Lingxu tilted his neck, his bones cracking.

"Benefactor, why haven't you left yet?"

The right half of Lingxu Daoist's dignified face spoke, his voice as loud as bells and drums, filled with compassion for all humanity.

Immediately afterwards, the dry, rotting skin on the left side of his face twitched violently, emitting a shrill laugh like that of an owl:

Hehehe!

Where to go?

Swallow him whole!

This kid's demonic body is even more perfect than my silver-armored corpse!

Zhou Ran gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and the Zanpakuto in his hand emitted a crisp ringing sound.

Purple energy swirled around the blade, and a frenzied fighting spirit continued to rise.

"Ignorant child."

Lingxu Daoist spoke.

The two voices overlapped.

One was Lingxu's sinister and hoarse voice, while the other was a grand and vast chant.

"Today, I will deliver you from suffering and borrow your body to prove my supreme Dao."

Before he could finish speaking...

The golden right arm slowly rose.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple push forward.

boom!

The once peaceful space collapsed instantly.

A golden palm print the size of a millstone appeared out of thin air.

The palm lines were clearly visible, and it brought down a terrifying pressure that suppressed everything, striking down on Zhou Ran's head!

Before the palm strike even landed, the rock beneath Zhou Ran's feet could no longer withstand it, crumbling inch by inch and turning into dust.

"Zhou Ran! Get out of the way!"

Lin Qingxue's terrified screams were torn apart by the immense wind pressure.

hide?

A hint of madness flashed in Zhou Ran's eyes.

Why hide?

He stomped his feet on the ground and charged forward like a cannonball, heading straight for the golden palm print instead of retreating!

Within the sea of ​​knowledge.

Ye Futian, who had been leisurely watching the show, suddenly jumped up.

"Fool!

That's the Great Vajra Wheel Seal of the Golden Core stage!

"It doesn't matter if you die, just don't drag me down with you!"

Zhou Ran completely ignored the roar in his mind.

It's fair to say that this was exactly the effect he wanted.

He gripped the knife with both hands, pouring all his demonic energy into the blade.

The Zanpakuto shone with a brilliant purple light, its blade trembled violently, and it let out a mournful cry as it could no longer bear the weight.

"cut!"

Zhou Ran roared and slashed at the golden palm print with his sword.

clang!

A deafening roar, like the sound of a great bell, exploded out.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, swept out, shaving off a layer from the surface of the distant underground river.

Click.

A clear cracking sound came from Zhou Ran's arms.

Although the low-grade magic weapon, the Zanpakuto, blocked the palm print, the enormous recoil force still blasted into his body without reservation.

puff!

Zhou Ran spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily into the rock wall.

A deep pit shaped like a human figure suddenly appeared.

Gravel tumbled down, and dust filled the air.

"Cough cough..."

Zhou Ran struggled to crawl out of the pile of rubble, his face covered in blood.

His arms hung limply at his sides, clearly broken.

But he was smiling.

"The Golden Core stage... is nothing special after all."

Zhou Ran spat and continued to provoke.

Within his mind, Ye Futian was already furious.

"idiot!

This is the crucial moment for the ancient monk to seize the body; escaping is the best course of action!

Zhou Ran leaned against the rock wall, panting heavily, and responded coldly in his heart.

"Master, I can leave, but what about Qingxue and Yingying?"

"You felt that attack just now, didn't you? That monster tried to shatter my very soul."

"If I die, you're finished too."

Night's anger was so intense it made his teeth itch.

Of course he noticed.

That bastard Zhou Ran is just trying to force him to take action!

This kid is ruthless not only to his enemies, but even more ruthless to himself!

"You win!"

Ye Futian cursed and swore, and the originally solid illusory image of his soul suddenly dimmed a few degrees.

A pure and incomparably refined soul power, carrying an ancient and desolate aura, surged from Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness into his limbs and bones.

Click click click.

Zhou Ran's broken hand bones healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The previously depleted dantian was once again filled with inky black demonic energy.

Moreover, this demonic energy is even more domineering and purer than before!

"Again!"

Zhou Ran stretched his neck, picked up his knife, and charged forward again.

A hint of doubt flashed in Lingxu Daoist's golden eyes.

Why is its aura getting stronger when it's already at its limit?

"That's interesting."

The grand chanting of Sanskrit rang out once more.

"Since you are a demonic cultivator, then taste the flavor of this Red Lotus Karmic Fire."

Lingxu Daoist suddenly waved the Buddha's hand on his right.

The water in the underground river boiled instantly.

Countless purplish-black flames shot out from the water, transforming into ferocious fire serpents that swept towards Zhou Ran, engulfing him.

Wherever these fire serpents passed, even the air was distorted by the heat.

Zhou Ran had nowhere to hide.

The fire snakes coiled around his body, burning his skin.

The crackling sound sent chills down your spine.

"Master, save me!"

Zhou Ran roared inwardly.

Ye Futian is really going crazy.

"That's corpse fire!"

You bastard!

Those are corpse fires specifically designed to corrupt people's souls!

"You're burning through my soul power!"

Ye Futian cursed loudly while having no choice but to mobilize his primordial power once again.

A black film formed on Zhou Ran's body, keeping the corpse fire out.

As Zhou Ran watched Ye Futian's increasingly transparent figure in his sea of ​​consciousness, the smile on his lips deepened.

That old devil Ye Futian is indeed more afraid of death than he is.

As long as this battle drains Ye Futian's resources, once we leave this hellish place, it's hard to say who will possess whom!