lcionline Chapter 74 Countering the Demon Soul
Chapter 74 Countering the Demon Soul
The capital of Dali, once the last refuge for all living beings, has now been transformed into a living hell.
Even if the immortals fulfilled their promise to Li Lan and did their best to take away the civilians, they were still just a drop in the ocean, and the majority remained in this realm.
At this moment, under the encroachment of the black mist, it was as if the end of the world had arrived.
An old woman collapsed on the street, vomiting blood repeatedly. She was clearly dead, but the next moment, she suddenly twisted her body and stood up, though her eyes were filled with black mist, and her behavior was extremely bizarre...
A little girl inexplicably floated in the air. After struggling for a long time, tentacles grew from her body, and numerous corpse patterns appeared on her face.
On a certain street, all the common people seemed to have turned into walking corpses, following behind a ghost knight...
Many ancient behemoths and knights charged toward Seeking the Dao Mountain. The yellow light on the mountain had dissipated, and they had pulverized the altar, but they could no longer catch up with the immortals who had crossed over to the other realms...
Amidst countless zombie-like figures, Lin Ruoxue, dressed in white, stepped out, flanked by undead knights and ancient behemoths.
She walked up the mountain of seeking the truth, her eyes flashing with light and shadow.
When do we attack?
Behind her, another figure appeared—it was none other than the Northern Hu prince, Numochitian!
He... like Lin Ruoxue, had long since become a member of the Demon Realm, but unlike other undead, giant beasts, etc., he was still in the state of a living person.
"Wait."
Lin Ruoxue calmly said, "Once Mingzun is completely reborn, we can go to the Immortal Realm."
"As for now... first send a portion of the army there to let the people of the Immortal Realm know that the Saints have returned."
Numochitian nodded.
The many giant beasts and knights dispersed.
"Master, how long does it take for a demonic soul to be reborn?"
Lin Ruoxue asked a question.
An aged voice rang out: "It could take anywhere from half a year to ten years, I don't know."
Lin Ruoxue sighed: "During this period, Li Lan will remain conscious, but his soul will gradually be eroded, right?"
Such pain... is indescribable.
"All of this is the result of the sins committed by the Supreme Immortal Venerable!"
The aged voice suddenly turned cold and sharp: "The Venerable One and we have suffered countless pains... Only by reclaiming the Immortal Realm, only by finding the treasures that suppress the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, can we possibly change everything!"
"We must not be soft-hearted; we must be more ruthless and stronger than the Supreme Immortal Venerable!"
Lin Ruoxue finally nodded and stopped thinking about it.
……
now.
Northern Dali.
The north wind blows the ground and the white grass turns, and Hu Tian snows in August.
Under a gloomy sky and a desolate wasteland shrouded in mist, on a cliff in the Gobi Desert, lies a huge cave. Black mist permeates the cave, chilling it to the bone, while layers of black ice have formed outside, as if sealing the cave.
Inside the cave.
On a stone platform, a young man lay asleep, his body shrouded in pale golden light and intertwined with black mist, as if a fierce battle was taking place.
On a stone table on one side of the cave, there was a sleeping white cat. The cat was curled up in a ball, seemingly oblivious to everything around it, but its breathing was rising and falling, clearly indicating that it was alive.
Beside the white cat, there was a piece of black finger bone, from which wisps of black mist continuously surged toward the young man on the stone platform.
The black energy poured in continuously, growing increasingly dense, and transformed into a giant black python, as if it wanted to devour the young man.
But the golden light emanating from the young man never faded; it grew brighter as more black cars arrived, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard.
At this moment, the youth had three golden dragons on his body, fighting against three enormous black pythons.
It is always in a state of balance.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed.
The cave remained the same: the young man on the stone platform, the cat on the stone table, and the black finger bones.
However, the black finger bones seemed to have lightened in color as the black energy was consumed.
The light emanating from the young man on the stone platform grew even more dazzling. The golden dragon energy transformed into four dragon shapes, still protecting him and fighting against the four black pythons formed from demonic energy.
Another three months!
On the stone table, an area the size of a fingernail on the finger bone had turned gray!
The young man on the stone platform was surrounded by six golden dragon shadows.
That day, the cat on the stone table suddenly rolled over, gently stretched out its chubby little paws, licked its lips with its pink little tongue, and then laboriously opened its eyes a crack...
It glanced at the finger bone in front of it, its eyes seemingly full of doubt. Then it looked at the young man on the stone platform, let out a soft "meow," and raised its little paw as if to knock over the finger bone on the table. But then its eyes suddenly darted around, and it fell asleep again.
……
Time flies.
Two years later.
Two years!
Within the cave, the roar of dragons shook the heavens. Nine streams of true dragon energy separated and merged, swirling and circling, making the young man lying on the stone platform appear as if he were an unparalleled dragon lord.
If Gu Songling and others from the Immortal Realm were here, they would surely be greatly surprised.
Because the True Dragon's Nine Qi Circling means the Nine Levels of True Dragon Skill!
The True Dragon Technique is a forbidden technique. Ordinary people can't even attempt to cultivate it at the first level. Only a few exceptional geniuses can barely manage to cultivate it, but they can only progress up to the third level!
At this moment, someone has actually managed to reach the ninth level!
"Nine Layers True Dragon Technique..."
Within the black mist of the finger bones, a figure vaguely appeared, none other than the Bright Lord Demon Soul who once sat on the Storm Emperor's Throne!
The demonic soul of the Mingzun... was actually hidden in this finger bone.
The demonic soul, which instilled fear in even celestial experts like Gu Songling, now wore a sinister expression as he coldly stared at the young man on the stone platform:
"You've hidden your strength to this extent, haven't you? So what if you've formed the True Dragon Qi? It's nothing but a cursed technique... I'm determined to have this body!"
Li Lan's strength did indeed surprise him, and even consumed a lot of his time!
As he finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared on his finger bone, and from the crack flowed a viscous black liquid—
The black water shot towards Li Lan like an arrow, and the true dragon energy that rushed in was actually broken by the black water!
This black water is extremely terrifying; a single drop can transform into a black mist that can destroy an entire city!
But this black water is clearly also a dwelling place for demonic souls.
Even the True Dragon Qi couldn't protect Li Lan anymore!
At that moment, Li Lan, who was fast asleep, suddenly frowned.
Although he was asleep, he was fully conscious and had been practicing the True Dragon Technique to fight against the black mist for the past two years.
Although he possessed the perfect True Dragon Technique, he did not reveal it all at once. Instead, he probed little by little and wore down his opponent. However, he did not expect that the black water would be so domineering!
At this moment, Li Lan sighed inwardly!
People are not as good as the sky.
He obtained a record left by an ancient True Dragon Technique practitioner from Lin Zheng, and learned that once the True Dragon Technique was perfected, one could fight back against the demonic soul. Therefore, he risked his life to fight when the capital was in danger.
It's a big gamble.
If this black water were to strike him now, he would probably be instantly annihilated, both in body and soul!
"Meow--"
But at that moment, a meow suddenly rang out. The cat that had been sleeping on the stone table had somehow stood up. With a gentle lift of its paw, it elegantly slapped away a finger bone, sending it flying towards Li Lan.
"Blood, bone, meow meow!..."
A lovely, clear voice suddenly rang in Li Lan's mind.
Li Lan was startled. Almost instinctively, she leaped up and lunged at the finger bone. Her wrist had already been cut open, and blood gushed out towards the finger bone!
"Dare—"
Mingzun Demon Soul shouted, trying to stop Li Lan, but on the stone table, the white cat held its tail high, and under its little paws, some kind of invisible chain of order seemed to emerge, controlling the Demon Soul.
Li Lan's blood, imbued with the aura of a true dragon, had already been spilled onto the black finger bones!
His blood was rapidly absorbed by the finger bone, not a single drop remaining. The black liquid within the black finger bone slowly changed color, from pure black to gray...
"what!"
The black demon soul let out a miserable cry. The cat on the stone table had collapsed to the side, exhausted. The demon soul's pain came from its finger bones.
A faint white light emanated from the finger bones, slowly condensing into a phantom image...
As the phantom appeared, the demonic soul trembled and cried out, "No... you are already dead. This life belongs to me. You are already dead!"
The demon soul's eyes were filled with hatred, as if it wished it could destroy the phantom, but it was also filled with fear, as if it was terrified of the phantom!
As Li Lan's essence blood was infused, the illusory figure slowly solidified, and a voice filled with vicissitudes resounded:
"I never imagined that someone in this world could cultivate true dragon energy."
Li Lan looked over in surprise and saw that the figure looked exactly like the Demon Soul, and was a middle-aged man. However, his temperament was completely different from the Demon Soul's.
Although the demon soul possessed an aura that shook the world and made people dare not look directly at it, it also had a sinister and evil aura. But this man, standing with his hands behind his back, was like a mountain that had stood for eternity, and his eyes, when they opened and closed, were like stars shining in the desolate universe.
His face lacked the arrogance one would expect from a strong person; instead, it held only compassion, and his eyes seemed to carry endless melancholy and loneliness.
"In the end, worldly attachments are hard to sever. After death and the dissipation of one's spiritual essence, such a vengeful spirit is born..."
He shook his head, then raised his hand and pointed. In an instant, the demon soul that once stood atop the Storm Emperor's Throne, controlling thousands of demon armies and striking fear into the hearts of the immortals, let out a miserable cry and vanished into ashes without any power to resist!
This scene instantly shocked Li Lan. Looking at the figure, two words flashed through his mind...
Your Majesty!
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