I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 176: Creatures from the Upper Realm
"what--!"

The village chief let out a shrill scream and watched the sharp blade cut through his flesh, from his shoulder to his waist. Blood and internal organs gushed out like a fountain and scattered on the ground.

Trapped in this weak body, no matter what strange tricks he had, he was too late to use them and was cut in half by Li Qingyun's sword.

However, the moment he fell to the ground, a ball of extremely filthy black mist suddenly burst out from his bloody body.

The black fog, carrying endless curses and resentments, suddenly rose into the sky, like a spirit snake, fleeing at a rapid speed, trying to take the opportunity to escape.

"Want to escape?"

Li Qingyun snorted coldly, his eyes were as dark as ink, revealing a cold chill.

His left palm was as fast as lightning, and with a swift grab, a dazzling ice-blue lightning burst out from between his five fingers, wrapping the black mist tightly.

The black fog rushed left and right, trying to break free from the restraints. Every collision caused fierce friction with the thunder god and made a harsh crackling sound, but it was still unable to break through the obstacles.

At the same time, an exasperated voice came from the black fog:

"Idiot! You can't kill me!"

An exasperated voice came from the black fog, with uncontrollable rage and unwillingness, "I am a being from the upper realm, transformed from pure foul energy, and my life level is a million miles higher than that of you lower-class beings!

"I'm defeated this time, but when I recover, I will use the most vicious curse to torture you thousands of times, making you wish you were dead but unable to live!"

The black mist surged endlessly in the palm of his hand, as if it contained infinite malice.

However, Li Qingyun looked at him with a mocking expression, with the corners of his mouth raised, outlining a cold smile.

"Really? I love absorbing foul air the most..."

He responded calmly, and the lightning in his palm became more brilliant, trapping the black fog tightly.

The next moment, the black fog suddenly began to disintegrate, turning into wisps of grayish-white air, like thin snakes, drilling into Li Qingyun's body.

A terrified scream was heard from the black fog:

"No! Impossible! This is impossible!"

A terrified scream came from the black fog, the voice full of despair and fear, "You are devouring me! Who are you?!"

The smile on Li Qingyun's face grew brighter, and the thunder in his palm surged continuously.

He did not respond, but continued to use his "Soul Devouring" magical power, allowing the foul air to be continuously absorbed into his body.

Black Mist became even more panicked and began to beg:
“Please, spare me!

"I possess countless curse secrets from the upper realms, all of which are powerful methods never heard of in the human world! I can pass them all on to you! Let you dominate the human world and kill people without being noticed!"

Li Qingyun sneered, and a cold light flashed in his dark eyes.

"Feel sorry,"

He said calmly, his voice as cold as the coldest days of winter, "I don't need it."

As he responded, the "Soul Devouring" magical power became more and more violent, and the wailing sounds coming from the black fog became more and more shrill, gradually becoming weaker until they disappeared without a trace.

What the village chief said was absolutely correct. He was indeed transformed from pure foul energy. The power contained in it was extremely powerful and of an extremely high level.

Even with the status of a fourth-rank "Secret Whisperer", and the ability to use the "Soul Devouring" skill at full power at high speed, Li Qingyun still spent a full stick of incense to purify and absorb it completely.

[Remaining Qi and Blood: 27,525 Souls]...

As the black fog was completely swallowed up, the last wisp of black air condensed into a body more than two feet long and strangely shaped, which was sucked into Li Qingyun's forehead.

At this moment, Li Qingyun suddenly felt an inspiration and summoned the mysterious palace without hesitation.

In an instant, the eternal gray fog rose up from under his feet and transformed into cold chains that entangled and bound a monster, pinning it to the ground.

Although the monster was humanoid, it was extremely ugly. Its head was as big as a bucket, and its face had no eyes, nose, or ears. Instead, it was covered with densely packed mouths. It looked exactly like the "container" in the ritual.

Its limbs were as thin as a baby's and its shape was extremely uncoordinated. Its entire body was crawling on the ground of the palace, tightly bound by gray fog chains. It was trembling and did not dare to look directly at Li Qingyun who was sitting on the throne.

There was a heavy sense of oppression in the air.

"My little slave is blind and deserves death. Please punish me, Lord God!"

The monster was trembling, and there was immense fear in his voice, as if death would be a blessing to him.

Hearing the monster's pleading, Li Qingyun's heart moved.

This was the first time a living creature from outside had entered the mysterious palace since he came into contact with it.

And this monster should be the original power in the soul of the village chief. It calls itself "true God" and kowtows and begs itself, as if it knows something about the origin of the mysterious palace.

Then Li Qingyun slowly opened his mouth, his voice echoing in the palace like a bell, revealing an irresistible majesty:
"What are your origins?"

The monster did not dare to be negligent and quickly leaned forward to answer, his voice trembling with deep awe:
"I am a servant of Lord Joy God in the Spiritual Prison. By chance, I was drawn into a space rift and luckily entered the passage to the human world. I escaped from Lord Joy God's control and came here."

After saying this, the monster prostrated itself on the ground in even greater fear, trembling, waiting for Li Qingyun's decision.

The gray mist chains around it made a slight trembling sound, as if responding to the divine power that permeated the palace.

Li Qingyun narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanged, but his mind was working rapidly, thinking about the words of the monster in front of him.

The "Spirit Prison" mentioned by the monster is most likely the spirit world.

Then, it was indeed consistent with his previous guess, and was a creature from the upper realm.

Precisely because the barrier between the two worlds was weakened, it was able to penetrate through the tiny cracks and enter the human world.

Li Qingyun continued to ask, his voice low and majestic:
"How many souls from the Spiritual Hell like you have come to the human world? Are there any more powerful beings that have entered the human world?"

The monster huddled on the ground, mumbling in a voice full of fear:

“I don’t know the exact number… but there is definitely more than one crack in the Spirit Prison. Many wandering creatures with low cultivation have already escaped from the Spirit Prison and entered the human world.

“I have served the God of Joy for many years. Although I have not reached the level of a demigod, I have a position in the Spirit Prison and hold a regular position. My cultivation is far higher than that of ordinary wandering creatures. I have even mastered some of the power of rules, so it is not so easy for me to pass through the rift.

"There shouldn't be many beings of Xiaonu's level who come to the human world... As for the more powerful demigods or subordinate gods, it is even more impossible for them to pass through these rifts easily. Only those who have reached the level of true gods can freely travel between the two worlds."

Li Qingyun nodded, appearing calm on the surface, but a storm was brewing in his heart.

Although spirit slaves of the level of "Village Chief of Feng Village" are not demigods and do not have godhood, their strength is mysterious and unpredictable, and is in no way inferior to the top powers on the Tiangang List.

If he had not used a strategy to bind its power to the body of a foundation-building cultivator, and then used the power of the soul-devouring magic to completely devour it, he would probably not have been able to completely destroy this monster.

Li Qingyun imagined that if there were a few more spirit slaves of this level descending upon the human world, wouldn't the world be plunged into an unimaginable catastrophe? Thinking of this, he felt a chill rising from his back.

Moreover, the space cracks in the Spirit Prison may now only allow creatures of the level of the monster in front of us to sneak into the human world, but this does not mean that the situation will always be like this.

Once those cracks continue to expand, it is very likely that even more terrifying creatures will arrive, and then the world will usher in the true doomsday.

No wonder the prophecy once mentioned: "The end of the world is coming, and the war between gods will begin..."

Thinking of this, Li Qingyun let out a long breath and temporarily put those chaotic thoughts behind him.

Compared to the uncontrollable future, he cares more about what he can do right now.

His gaze fell on the monster in front of him again, and his voice was low and cold:
"Let me ask you, besides that female Taoist priest, are there any other living beings here? You have taken away their fates, so what can you do to return their fates and save these people?"

The monster shuddered with fear and quickly answered:

"Reporting to the True God, their fate has been transformed into pure vitality and curse power by me, and it has been completely absorbed by you, and it can no longer be returned."

It paused, and seeing Li Qingyun's gloomy face and cold light flashing in his eyes, it became more and more frightened, and then added cautiously:

"But... the creatures in the lower world are like ants. Why would you save them, sir?"

Hearing this, Li Qingyun gritted his teeth, and the anger in his heart grew stronger.

Although the ancient city of the Ula tribe is located in the bitterly cold land of Liaodong, it is also a prosperous city. The combined population of monks and civilians is at least several thousand or even tens of thousands.

Now, all these innocent lives have been sacrificed by this spiritual slave!

Moreover, the monster in front of him did not show any guilt or uneasiness in his words, which made Li Qingyun want to kill him.

Although he was a Song Dynasty person, he was a time traveler after all. There was not much difference between the Liao Dynasty, Western Xia Dynasty and the Song Dynasty to him. The only thing that was most precious was human life.

No matter in which country, the lives of innocent people should not be taken so lightly.

Li Qingyun laughed coldly and continued to ask:

"Is there any hope for that female Taoist priest?"

Ling Nu trembled all over and replied hurriedly:

“She is the bride of this ‘wedding’ and also an auxiliary material for the ceremony, so the little slave did not touch her body.

“If you are interested in her, my lord, I have a secret method that can remove the curse from her.

"If you don't mind, you can untie me and let the little slave cast the spell now."

A chill flashed in Li Qingyun's eyes, and then he sneered:
"No need for that. I will be able to learn your magic just as well."

After saying this, his mind moved, and the heavy gray fog around him suddenly surged and pressed towards the monster.

The monster suddenly let out a shrill scream, and was then engulfed by the gray fog, gradually disappearing into the heavy shadows, and was refined by the mysterious palace.

This was the first time Li Qingyun dealt with alien life in the mysterious palace. At first he seemed a little unfamiliar and had no experience.

However, in the process of interrogating the spirit slaves, he gradually mastered the method of using the power in the mysterious palace through divination, and discovered that he could directly refine the creatures in the upper realm and seize their memory source and cultivation.

So, he controlled the power in the gray fog without hesitation and refined the spirit slave.

As the monster dissipated, the memories contained in the origin of its soul were captured by the gray pupils, transformed into scenes and projected into the gray fog, recording fragments of its life experiences.

At the same time, the many secret techniques it mastered turned into strange runes and quickly flooded into Li Qingyun's mind.

The information contained in the runes made his scalp tingle. The curse of the spirit slave was indeed extremely vicious!

Its essence is to formulate a set of rules within a limited scope, and then use the art of curse to torture those who violate the rules and control their life and death.

The "rules" in Feng Village are the rules and spells set up by the spiritual slaves. No matter whether it is the surviving monks in the old city of the Ula tribe, or Qi Shaowei and the independent cultivators who accidentally entered this place, they were tortured to death by the curse power of the spiritual slaves because they violated these rules. Not only their cultivation, but even their fate was absorbed completely.

Although Li Qingyun has mastered these curse methods, he does not intend to practice these strange and evil arts, because this kind of curse is extremely vicious. When casting it, it is necessary to sacrifice a large number of living people and absorb their vitality in order to obtain the "curse power" used to cast the spell.

However, removing the power of the curse is not as mysterious as Ling Nu said, but much simpler.

Li Qingyun put away the mysterious palace and walked slowly into the lobby of the village chief's mansion.

At this time, Feng Yaqin was still kneeling on the ground, her eyes empty, as if she had lost her soul.

Li Qingyun looked at her for a moment, and with an idea, he created an incarnation that looked like Gao Renan. He pretended to be unconscious and lay not far away.

He continued to maintain his original appearance, gently raised his palm and pressed it on the Baihui point on the top of Feng Yaqin's head.

The cold touch made her brows twitch slightly, but she still did not react.

According to the method of reversing the curse in Lingnu's memory, Li Qingyun carefully circulated his true energy and slowly drew out the power of the curse from her body.

Balls of black mist slowly floated out from Feng Yaqin's seven orifices, lingering and struggling, as if trying to get back into her body, but were easily sucked away by Li Qingyun's powerful "Soul Devouring" ability.

As time passed, Feng Yaqin's face gradually regained its color, and a hint of life gradually emerged in her empty eyes.

After a moment, her body trembled slightly and consciousness finally returned.

The first thing she saw was a handsome young man standing in front of her. He was tall and had a gentle face, and he was concentrating on removing the curse for her.

His palm was hovering above her head, and a warmth emanated from his palm, dispelling the chill in her body.

Feng Yaqin instantly understood that it was this young man who saved her.

She tried to move her limbs and found that her strength was slowly returning, so she didn't dare to move and knelt there obediently, allowing him to do what he wanted.

Time passed little by little, and after a full stick of incense, the black mist that was entangled in her body was completely removed.

Li Qingyun then withdrew his hand and nodded slightly, indicating that she could stand up.

Feng Yaqin slowly stood up, feeling the vitality returning to her body, and secretly rejoiced in her heart.

Although his cultivation has been weakened a lot, the realm still exists. As long as he practices diligently, he can slowly recover.

However, apart from these, she felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart, as if something important had been taken away from her forever.

She glanced at the tall young man standing in front of her, and a strange emotion arose in her heart - it seemed that a part of her life had been quietly transferred to the other person's body...

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(End of this chapter)