Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Wang Xiaomo suddenly asked a question.

Faced with this question, Gu Xingzhuo was taken aback, and then replied bitterly, "I used to know it very well, but later... I no longer had the chance to know it."

"I see... so it's just a matter of having a partial understanding?"

"That's probably it."

"That--"

Wang Xiaomo's figure vanished from his spot, and the pitch-black giant axe suddenly appeared above Gu Xingzhuo's head in the next second.

The once-familiar face appeared before him in the pale form of the dead. Gu Xingzhuo clearly saw Wang Xiaomo's cracked lips move twice, and then utter a few words.

"Then you are useless."

The giant axe fell.

The terrifying axe strike shook the space violently, and Gu Xingzhuo clearly felt a huge mountain falling from above.

He dared not be negligent, and a brush appeared in his right palm. He quickly splashed a large amount of ink behind him.

Just as the axe blade was about to fall, his figure switched places with the ink stain, and the terrifying axe cleaved the ink stain in the blink of an eye, evaporating it completely with its intense demonic energy.

Wang Xiaomo was not surprised by this, but looked at Gu Xingzhuo and clenched his fist.

Just moments before the axe blade was about to touch Gu Xingzhuo, she even felt an unprecedented sadness and pain... Why did she feel pain when she was killing someone else?

I even feel a little powerless... a little reluctant.

"As expected... your existence is a threat to me."

Wang Xiaomo's eyes were filled with resolute hostility as she looked at Gu Xingzhuo... but it was just hostility. It seemed that from the very beginning, she could not bring herself to kill the white-haired boy in front of her.

Gu Xingzhuo looked back at Wang Xiaomo with a complicated expression.

A threat...?

He didn't understand Wang Xiaomo's current state, but he could tell that he probably had to face her.

At times like these... I'm battling with my former love.

"Then let's go."

The white-haired youth uttered resolute words, as if he had made up his mind. The spiritual energy within his body transformed into an endless, surging river of ink, swirling and floating around him.

However... only he himself knew.

At this very moment...

Gu Xingzhuo's right hand, which was holding the pen, was trembling slightly.

21. A constitution prone to setbacks

Ink splashes everywhere, and demonic energy surges forth.

The jet-black, sharp axe blade mercilessly sliced ​​through the void, and thick demonic energy surged across the battlefield like countless dragons, rapidly attacking the white-haired youth with a fierce onslaught, like a torrential downpour.

In terms of cultivation, Wang Xiaomo, as a demon general, has already reached a cultivation level close to the peak of the Void Realm, while Gu Xingzhuo, although tempered in the secret realm trial of the Great Wilderness Heavenly Flame, is only at the minor completion stage of the Void Realm and has not yet stepped into the peak stage.

The two are only one minor realm apart—that is to say, that is the minor realm of the Void Transformation stage.

A small difference can lead to a huge discrepancy.

hum~

The sound of tremors rose up everywhere.

The ink surrounding Gu Xingzhuo, used to protect him, was shattered in the blink of an eye by a swift axe strike. Like a mountain crashing down, the frail boy was sent flying dozens of meters before he could barely regain his footing.

A dark shadow, shrouded in clouds, suddenly appeared in front of him. Wang Xiaomo was unwilling to give Gu Xingzhuo any chance to breathe. Holding the black giant axe to the side, he took a bow stance and unleashed a downward strike.

In the past, Gu Xingzhuo would have quickly flung a spray of ink backward to escape first, and then used his brush to slowly deplete Wang Xiaomo's demonic energy.

The demon general is still a demon general after all. Although his cultivation level is higher than mine, it does not mean that I am bound to lose.

Of course.

The moment Wang Xiaomo got close.

The face that kept magnifying in his pupils made Gu Xingzhuo pause involuntarily.

That face I knew all too well, the face I had been intimate with more than once, the lips that should have been cherry-red, the dimples that should have been shyly blushing, the eyes that should have been clear and innocent.

At this moment... however, all that remained was a chilling and indifferent atmosphere.

He couldn't help but froze for a moment.

On the battlefield, such an action is tantamount to suicide.

His momentary daze meant he had to defend himself—by the time he came to his senses, the merciless, sharp giant axe was already looming menacingly at his chest.

Gu Xingzhuo grunted. Having no other choice, he held the pen in his right hand and pressed it down hard, using the toughness of the magic weapon and his own spiritual energy to resist the axe blow.

boom!

The violent airburst even sent several pairs of demonic cultivators and members of the Guardian Army who were wrestling around them flying.

Gu Xingzhuo's right arm suffered a near-destructive twisting pain in that instant. He was once again thrown off his feet like a kite with a broken string. After crashing heavily to the ground, he rolled several times due to the lingering force before finally collapsing powerlessly.

Visibly, the handle of the ink brush was cracked, as if it would crumble into a pile of scrap wood if squeezed a couple more times.

On Gu Xingzhuo's slender right hand, blood seeped from the various orifices, his muscles twitched constantly, and most of his hand bones were broken.

That's considered lucky.

If Gu Xingzhuo hadn't possessed exceptional cultivation, and if this ink brush hadn't been a gift from someone personally, he probably would have already been sentenced to death once again.

Plus……

Wang Xiaomo stood there blankly, staring in bewilderment at Gu Xingzhuo, who was slowly trying to get up from his crawling position. His expression was more bizarre than ever before.

She seemed to have sensed something, or felt something; something indescribable had seeped into her consciousness, gradually nourishing her cold mind.

"antiquity……"

She blurted out a word without thinking.

Even Wang Xiaomo herself didn't know why she suddenly uttered that word, as if it had a special meaning to her, but she couldn't explain what it was.

She stared blankly, her eyes vacant and lifeless, seemingly gazing into nowhere.

But in the next second.

This bizarre form vanished abruptly, as if she had been controlled by another external force, and she quickly returned to her original coldness and ruthlessness.

"I see."

She seemed like a different person, looking at the white-haired boy who was barely able to stand, swaying like a candle in the wind, and who could collapse at any moment, and smiled knowingly.

Yes, she suddenly smiled.

But behind that smile lay an endless killing intent.

The black axe blade arrived faster and more terrifying than ever before.

What Gu Xingzhuo didn't know was that Wang Xiaomo hadn't actually used his full strength before this, whether to hide himself or for some other strange reason.

But things are different now.

The black giant axe slashed through the air like a black light that seemed to cut through the sky. Gu Xingzhuo didn't even have time to use his ink to block or escape before Wang Xiaomo's front foot had already stepped in front of him—less than half a meter away.

Oops!

Wang Xiaomo's sudden acceleration caught Gu Xingzhu off guard, leaving him no time to escape!

He had no choice but to channel his spiritual energy and use his broken right arm... to try and block the axe blow once more.

Gu Xingzhuo knew all too well that if this blow were to actually land, not to mention whether his right arm could withstand it, this ink brush... would probably be shattered.

In other words—

They will either die or be crippled.

This should be the outcome of Gu Xingzhuo's battle.

"!!!"

Fang Yan, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the demonic cultivator, could not possibly fail to notice the sudden outbreak of demonic energy.

With a single sword strike, he cleaved the demonic cultivator in front of him in two. Stepping with the Nine Emperors Sword Steps, he charged towards the center of Gu Xingzhuo and Wang Xiaomo with unparalleled ferocity, intending to block the axe blow for Gu Xingzhuo.

However, he was no match for Wang Xiaomo, and Wang Xiaomo had already arrived in front of Gu Xingzhuo.

His sword and his men couldn't catch up.

……

……

"Tsk."

The girl pursed her lips and helplessly leaped back more than ten meters, creating distance between herself and the group.

Before her were hundreds and thousands of sharp, black spikes, with surging demonic energy flowing across them.

If faced head-on, even with Zhang Ruoxue's physical body, she might not be able to withstand so many attacks at once.

Even though the owner of these black thorns was just a dead man, and a dead man whose cultivation level was more than one level lower than his own.

However, the black thorns that grew from her transformation into a corpse puppet were quite troublesome and bothersome to Zhang Ruoxue.

"What's wrong? You've only killed sixteen of my soldiers so far."

Standing on the high ground in the distance, Lü Chonghou, with a cold and slightly mocking expression, chuckled and looked at Zhang Ruoxue with disdain.

Zhang Ruoxue glared fiercely at Lü Chonghou, and was about to say something when she sensed more than a dozen sharp spikes coming from behind. She quickly put her right foot on the ground, spun half a circle around, and kicked backward with a spinning kick.

Ding Ding Ding ~

The jet-black spikes were broken by a powerful kick, but after that, new jet-black spikes, exactly the same as before, grew back from the broken ends.

—These things are endless; unless you twist the heads off those corpse puppets, these annoying black thorns will never disappear.

Zhang Ruoxue naturally understood this.

"In that case..."