Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

"It's no use, it's all useless..."

As the scorching heat assaulted him, Lin Zheng activated the Corpse-Suppressing Compass.

However, since the corpse demon was originally a creature born of yin and yang, it was no longer subject to any restraint. The yin energy influenced by Jiang Fan had also quietly changed.

Even an object as powerfully yang as the Corpse-Suppressing Compass cannot withstand the intense heat.

They even turned around and aided and abetted the evildoers.

If it hadn't been mostly torn open by the golden hair earlier, reducing its power, Lin Zhengyi would probably have been seriously injured when he used the Corpse Suppressing Compass.

"Why do such monsters appear in the world? Why do such divine beings exist?!"

Lin Zheng gave up.

Seeing Zhang Huaidan being pushed back more than ten feet by Jiang Fan, it felt as if a magnitude 12 earthquake had suddenly struck his heart.

Lin Zheng was in despair.

Today, including Master Huaidan, all of them are doomed!

When dealing with a real person, the Corpse Demon must reveal its true form as a demon; but against people like them, it doesn't need to do anything.

In no time at all, the intense heat alone would turn them into dried-up corpses!

Faced with such a monster, let alone a direct confrontation, even a mere aftershock would be enough to reduce one to ashes!
……

'Thump! Thump!!'

Its sound was like a war drum, but deeper and louder!

That was Jiang Fan, revealing his true form as a demon, the sound waves rippling from his large feet as he stepped on the ground.

His eyes, as cold as gold, revealed no emotion whatsoever as he slowly walked toward Zhang Huaidan.

"You're truly remarkable for allowing me to reveal my true form as the Demon God!"

As if muffled thunder was rumbling, the lantern-like golden eyes stared directly into Zhang Huaidan's eyes and saw a still lake.

Even at this moment, you remain calm and in a very good state of mind.

Like Zhang Huaidan, at this moment, he was neither friend nor foe, nor any particular race. Jiang Fan was willing to give him respect, the respect due to a fellow traveler.

With a soft sigh, he said, "Unfortunately, what we cultivate is the path of the Human Immortal."

The head, as big as a cartwheel, bobbed around: "I'll return your words to you. How do you want to die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the intense heat within the underground palace intensified several times over, and an immense pressure was felt everywhere.

The people in the distance, including Hei Guan'er, looked like cured meat that had been smoked, their skin wrinkled and brittle.

They fell to the ground in twos and threes, their eyes filled with despair. In the face of such an existence, even resistance had become a luxury.

"Ha~~"

A burst of laughter, like a clear spring, dissipated some of the heat.

Hei Guan'er and the others rolled their eyes, inexplicably wanting to know why Zhang Huaidan was laughing, but now even standing up had become extremely difficult.

Jiang Fan crossed his arms and looked at him with amusement: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhang Huaidan's eyes were calm as water: "What do you mean by Yin giving rise to Yang? In the end, it's still neither Yin nor Yang. Your physical body is a very forced achievement."

The golden eyes reflected those tranquil eyes, and Jiang Fan suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

His heartstrings trembled slightly, but he quickly dismissed it. This was nothing more than Zhang Huaidan trying to sway his will with words, knowing he was doomed.

What does it mean to have achieved the Dharma body with great difficulty?

In this degenerate age, breaking through the barrier between heaven and humanity requires ten times the effort of ancient times.

If it weren't for the blood of the Ma family, the exorcist clan, he would never have taken this step.

The difficulty of breaking through barriers demonstrates just how challenging it is to achieve the Dharma body.

reluctantly?

Who can have it easy?

The idea of ​​something being neither yin nor yang is utter nonsense.

For a corpse demon to reach this stage, causing the yin to give rise to yang, is a natural change for its kind.

Just as a caterpillar emerges from its cocoon to become a butterfly, or an egg becomes a chick, this is an instinctive evolution of life in this form.

Golden eyes slightly widened: "Don't change the subject, how do you want to die!"

An overwhelming pressure descended from the sky.

It was as if the wrath of a god had been unleashed!
Unbeknownst to them, the zombies, who had been intimidated by the aura emanating from Zhang Huaidan, had regained their mobility.

The scorching heat emanating from the true form of the demon reversed the nature of the yin energy, rendering Lin Zheng's corpse-suppressing compass ineffective.

But the zombies in the underground palace seemed to have returned to amniotic fluid. Nine of the more intelligent white zombies even had a hint of contentment in their dry eyes.

Since yin gives rise to yang, how could the corpses formed by yin energy not be restrained?
Therefore, Jiang Fan is ultimately a false positive!
The changes in the nature of Yin energy did not involve the fundamental nature of the matter.

Therefore, Zhang Huaidan said it was neither yin nor yang.

Under the oppressive aura of a god, Zhang Huaidan remained calm and composed. Only another god could withstand this divine pressure!
His eyes grew increasingly deep, but Jiang Fan had already lost patience. Respect was not admiration; Zhang Huaidan had been dragging his feet, it seemed he had given up on choosing how he would die!

The three-zhang-tall demonic form extended an arm, like a dark cloud obscuring the sky, and reached out to grab Zhang Huaidan.

For cultivators on the path to immortality, the physical body is always the most powerful weapon.

Jiang Fan, revealing his true form, unleashed a simple yet overwhelming grab that represented a crushing and devastating force!
However, Zhang Huaidan's eyes remained calm and composed, showing no sign of emotion.

At this moment, Jiang Fan's unease grew stronger. For someone like him, even the slightest wavering of his will was something to be taken seriously.

His golden eyes flashed, and he bit his tongue, forcibly calming his mind.

'I cannot let Zhang Huaidan sway my will!'

This is not a baseless rumor; it is an existence of equal power. To eliminate it is no longer a simple contest of strength.

A battle of wits, a battle of physical strength, a battle of minds...

Jiang Fan naturally assumed that this sense of unease was due to Zhang Huaidan using some kind of strange technique.

……

"don't want……"

In the distance, Liu Yanyan, whose shape had been distorted by the scorching heat, let out a low gasp.

Will Master Huaidan die in front of me?
This question left her at a loss for words.

How could a man like that possibly die?
However, the omnipresent scorching heat, the ever-present oppressive aura, and that towering figure, three zhang tall and resembling a god, shook her soul.

This time, the enemy we face is an incredible god or monster!

Liu Yanyan closed her eyes in pain, yet a strange, inexplicable longing lingered in her heart.

I may not be able to share in the favor of Master Huaidan, but dying on the same day, month, and year as him is not without its romance.

Thoughts can change in an instant.

A scream suddenly echoed throughout the underground palace.

Liu Yanyan subconsciously recalled that she had accidentally run into Ma Youcai, the fiery woman, when she was a child.

Opening his eyes, he saw Jiang Fan take several steps back, covering his palm.

If I'm not mistaken, that was the same hand that he had just grabbed at Master Huaidan.

The deity with golden eyes was filled with surprise and fear, and dared not make a move for a moment, leaving Liu Yanyan bewildered.

What happened just now?
She turned her head with difficulty and found that both Hei Guan'er and Liu Pinglin were looking at her with a look of sudden realization.

Hei Guan'er spoke in a weak voice: "What happened? He just grabbed at Master Huai Dan, then withdrew his hand..."

Her dry lips rubbed together, peeling off layers of dead skin. Liu Yanyan closed her eyes, unaware of what had happened. Everyone else, who had kept their eyes open, felt increasingly confused.

"The intense heat has subsided, and we...we can speak again?"

Liu Ping opened his eyes wide, and the agonizing heat that had tormented everyone was receding like a tide.

The zombies in the underground palace, who were just enjoying themselves a moment ago, started trembling uncontrollably again.

The nine white zombies with higher spirituality trembled the most violently, as if they were being watched by heaven and earth.

"Warm...so warm..."

Ma Youcai, in despair and waiting to die, muttered to himself.

Lin Zheng felt that warmth, and his body, which was about to be drained of moisture, regained its strength, like a new bud growing on a withered tree.

His pupils constricted sharply as he stared intently at Zhang Huaidan: "This feeling..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fan shouted, "Impossible! This aura is absolutely impossible! Who are you?!"

Golden eyes, the true form of the demon, even seemed to carry a hint of apprehension!

Compared to Lin Zheng and others, his feelings were a hundred or a thousand times clearer!
Inside the underground palace, the intense yin energy was gradually dissolving, replaced by a vibrant energy.

In his perception, Zhang Huaidan was not an opponent whom he had cornered.

It is not a sun rising!

Having embarked on the path to immortality, he had long since transformed from Yin to Yang, no longer a corpse confined to dark corners.

Yet, even before this rising sun, one still feels the terror of being melted.

'Hiss~~'

It wasn't a hallucination; something really melted!
Even though Jiang Fan was mentally prepared, a glance back at the melting zombies in the underground palace still gave him a chill down his spine!
……

In that warm feeling, Black Pipe and the others regained a bit of strength, helped each other to their feet, and were once again confused by the melting zombies.

Black Pipe's mouth dropped open: "What...what happened to these zombies?"

For a moment, no one knew how to answer.

Dozens of zombies, like lard in a hot pan, melted into a pool of blood in a seemingly slow but actually incredibly fast manner.

But they didn't feel any heat at all, only a warmth that came from the bottom of their hearts.

In a moment of realization, the nine white zombies, being more intelligent, rushed toward the gate of the underground palace without Jiang Fan's command, as if being chased by poisonous water and ferocious beasts, only wanting to stay away from Zhang Huaidan.

But that mysterious power was omnipresent, just like the burning sensation Jiang Fan had felt earlier, and it was at a higher level, making it even more irresistible.

The nine white zombies had just jumped when their legs melted upon landing. After another jump, only their heads remained.

In the blink of an eye, nine more indistinguishable pools of corpses appeared in the dozens of pools of water in the underground palace.

Liu Ping was jolted awake, feeling as if he were dreaming.

Dozens of zombies, plus nine white zombies.

At once.

Just gone?
'Roar! '

A furious roar of defiance echoed in my ears.

The demonic zombie that was initially knocked into the wall by Zhang Huaidan's attack let out a panicked roar as if the end of the world had come.

His golden pupils trembled violently, and Jiang Fan, disregarding everything else, rushed towards the humanoid cave.

Zombies and white zombies meant nothing to him, but at the level of demonic zombies, they were no longer pieces that could be discarded at will.

The distance of several dozen feet was nothing to him, but under that mysterious power that melted zombies, his speed was several times slower than usual.

By the time they arrived at the humanoid cave, the zombie's desperate roar had subsided, and a trickle of blood with a faint, foul odor flowed out.

However, the zombies were indeed much more resilient, and some broken pieces of their bodies rolled out along with blood.

"Zhang Huaidan!"

Jiang Fan roared!

Zhang Huaidan remained expressionless and nodded slightly.

……

Under the influence of that mysterious power, the people in the distance had basically recovered their strength, but were extremely thirsty.

However, at this moment, even the instincts of living beings become meaningless.

Looking at the pools of blood on the ground, Liu Ping could hardly believe that just moments before, these were all terrifying zombies.

Among them are nine beaches, any one of which is a white zombie that can pose a devastating threat to the corpse-driving lineage.

even……

"Even the demonic zombies were melted."

Liu Ping's gaze passed over the enraged Jiang Fan and stared straight at the human-shaped cave.

Unbelievable!

It's even more unbelievable than the most absurd dream!

Without even a move from Master Huai Dan, this demonic zombie became dust of history!
"is this real?"

Lin Zheng couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of what he was seeing.

Even though I saw it with my own eyes, I still find it hard to believe.

Jiang Fan, who was thought to have rendered everyone powerless to resist simply by changing his aura, was an invincible monster.

These zombies that inexplicably melted away really opened everyone's minds.

How could such a bizarre thing happen in this world?
What kind of power did Master Huaidan actually use?
Is that a power that people like them can understand?

"That's why I really hate playing high-level games, even if someone's carrying me..."

The clarinet tasted bitter, as if it had grown up soaking in vinegar.

So uncomfortable!

Leaving aside the emotional impact, they couldn't even offer encouragement or support.

Ma Youcai was speechless. Liu Yanyan felt relieved but also a little regretful, as it seemed she couldn't die with the real person.

……

Jiang Fan, who was furious, quickly calmed down.

The destruction of the demon zombies is a great loss, but it's better than suffering damage yourself.

His golden eyes were filled with apprehension; after that brief encounter, he already had a guess in his mind.

Now that the corpses have melted away, the speculation becomes even more obvious!
But a lingering hope remains in my heart: such a divine body is extremely rare throughout history.

Perhaps Zhang Huaidan wasn't like that; he was just displaying some power in a certain way to scare him away.

Jiang Fan was torn between his own thoughts and his own, but Zhang Huaidan didn't give him any more time to think.

Swift as the wind and fire, his fists and palms remain as they were at the beginning!
Jiang Fan had no choice but to parry. His true form was three zhang tall, and his arms were incredibly thick. In contrast, Zhang Huaidan's fists and palms looked like toothpicks to him.

'No, absolutely not, with that kind of physical body, he couldn't possibly...'

Upon contact, Jiang Fan let out another strange cry and retreated rapidly, revealing large burn marks on both hands.

That kind of pain felt like a direct attack on the soul!
The golden eyes seemed to have been struck by an earthquake, shattering Jiang Fan's last hope.

The burning sensation on his hands seemed to mock his wishful thinking.

"The Bright Sun Dharma Body..." (End of Chapter)