I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 20: The Gate to the Fantasy World
Lu Zhen glanced at Li Qingyun and explained:
"We are only spirits here, with our bodies still in the real world. If we can't get back in time, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for long. We'll either die of thirst or starvation. Then we'll become wandering ghosts, and can only remain in your memory for the rest of our lives."

Li Qingyun was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect the problem to be so serious. If it was just him, it would be fine, but Lu Zhen was trapped in order to save him, and he felt quite sorry.

"Captain Lu, what should we do?"

Lu Zhen sighed:

"The opponent is much stronger than I thought, but the spirit seed he left in you may not be that powerful. Maybe I can deal with it head-on and get us out of this predicament."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire sky suddenly darkened, and the originally colorful world was reduced to monotonous black.

The bustling crowd around was swallowed up by the endless darkness and quickly disappeared.

Across the long street, a figure quickly emerged. It was the man with the horse face.

He looked at Lu Zhen and Li Qingyun and laughed:
"I didn't expect that the one who ruined my business was actually a 'psychic'. Since you are so nosy and want to fall into my trap, then give me some nourishment."

Lu Zhen asked calmly:
"Who are you? There is no spiritual practitioner like you in the Central Plains. Are you a Xixia person or a Liao dog?"

The horse-faced man said with a grin:

"When you become a part of my spirit, you will naturally know."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed in the distance. Suddenly, a bronze door covered with mysterious runes appeared in the void behind Lu Zhen and Li Qingyun.

This door seemed both real and unreal. As soon as it appeared, it creaked open, making a friction sound that made one's scalp tingle.

In the gap, arms were revealed. Some were pale, some were black, and some were bloody and had no skin. They tried desperately to break free, but were trapped inside the door by some invisible cage and could not escape.

Countless eyes of different colors were densely packed in the darkness behind the gap, staring at Lu Zhen and Li Qingyun with malice, making no secret of their desire to pull them behind the door.

After a moment, countless slippery transparent tentacles and blue-black vines grew from the arms that stretched out of the door and quickly tied up Lu Zhen.

"The 'Gate to the Fantasy World' of the 'Spiritual Witch', you are actually a spiritual practitioner of the fourth realm!"

For the first time, Lu Zhenyun's calm face showed emotion and he shouted in disbelief.

The other party was a whole realm higher than him, and had mastered more powerful spiritual techniques. Even though he only had a spirit seed here, his strength was greatly reduced, and he was not someone that a newly promoted third-realm "psychic" like him could contend with.

But he did not give up hope. Instead, a look of determination appeared in his eyes. He let out a loud shout, and a golden light emerged from his body, resisting the pull of those strange tentacles.

He was burning his own spirit to gain power beyond his own capabilities, and at the cost of sacrificing his cultivation, he was fighting against powerful enemies.

The arms were burned by the golden light and were smoking. They cried, roared, broke and regenerated continuously. Small, baby-like faces appeared on them, emitting sharp cries of pain.

The pulling force slowed down slightly, but it didn't disappear at all.

Lu Zhen's body walked uncontrollably towards the door step by step. He knew in his heart that once he was pulled into the "Gate of Fantasy World", he would completely lose consciousness and become one of the tens of millions of arms, with no chance of reincarnation forever.

But despite this, the huge gap in strength made him unable to resist, and even if he burned his spirit body recklessly, he could only delay the time of death slightly.

Knowing that he was going to die, he shouted loudly:
"Li Qingyun, this is your dream. As long as you concentrate and force yourself to wake up, you can leave here alone and trap the witch spirit seed inside!"

Li Qingyun heard it clearly and had the urge to close his eyes and escape from there.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, his desire to survive was immediately magnified infinitely by his own dream, and he woke up involuntarily.

He gritted his teeth, tried to control his boiling thoughts, and asked loudly:
"What will you do if I leave?" Lu Zhen was already somewhat confused at this time, and answered instinctively:

"Don't worry about me. If anyone can leave, let them go. As long as you are alive, you still have a chance to avenge me!"

After hearing what Lu Zhen said, Li Qingyun's heart was full of contradictions.

Reason told him that there was no point in staying here, so he might as well escape and trap the spirit to wait for an opportunity to take revenge.

But Captain Lu came here to save me, how could I just leave?
Li Qingyun is not a saint, but he really cannot do such an ungrateful thing as abandoning his benefactor and running away alone.

After repeated struggles, a strong sense of powerlessness arises.

Li Qingyun never lacked courage, and was good at using wisdom, but in front of a fourth-level master, courage and wisdom were just meaningless and ridiculous words, and all ideas could not overcome the huge gap in strength.

This is a dream, and no martial arts moves can hurt the spirit. Even his killer move "Burning Blood" is useless.

The only solution Li Qingyun could think of at the moment was to pray to the unknown secret god, hoping that he could bestow his power to save himself and Lu Zhen.

I am favored by the gods, so it shouldn’t be so easy for me to die... Li Qingyun’s mind turned, and he was about to communicate with the gods and summon the mysterious towering palace.

However, before he could pray, he felt his neck tighten and someone grabbed him fiercely.

In his field of vision, the horse-faced man looked at him with a grim smile and said proudly:

"You are still useful. You can leave if you want, but I need to replant some memories in you first."

As he spoke, mist emanated from his body and instantly transformed into twisted black mist, trying to possess him.

At this critical moment, Li Qingyun suddenly calmed down and had a new idea.

"Soul Devouring!"

His supernatural power suddenly emerged, and the thick black fog suddenly began to roll and struggle, but rushed into his body uncontrollably.

"Ah, what is this! Ah! Ah!"

A series of screams broke out, shrill and terrifying. The spirit seed in the form of black mist kept twisting and swaying, trying to transform into a human form again, but under the effect of the "Soul Devouring" magical power, it was unable to condense and was instead quickly broken into pieces.

The magical power of "Soul Devouring" does not have the ability to actively attack. It can only be absorbed by the caster when the target dies and the spiritual energy dissipates.

But the horse-faced man wanted to use the spirit seed to reshape Li Qingyun's memory. His possession was equivalent to forcibly stuffing the true Qi into the other person's body. Before the spiritual consciousness was formed, it was forcibly assimilated by the soul-devouring magic and transformed into pure qi and blood power.

In fact, Li Qingyun had no confidence that the Soul Devouring Ability would succeed, but at that moment he had no choice but to give it a try with a gambling mentality.

Otherwise, once he is possessed by the other party and the spirit seed is planted in him, he will sooner or later not be able to escape the fate of dementia and suicide.

But in just a moment, the powerful spiritual seed turned into tiny strands of power and was easily absorbed into Li Qingyun's body.

【Remaining Qi and Blood: Ninety-seven Souls.】

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(End of this chapter)