Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 222 221 Refining! Deduction!
"You crazy person!"

Qi Ci looked at the sky filled with black fog and turbid tide, his face extremely pale.

Without any hesitation, he pulled the cloth bag from his waist with his left hand, threw it, and the bag actually grew to the size of a house.

The patches on the cloth bag had transformed into a faint leopard print. The bag opened wide, and a mighty gust of wind, like sword energy and blade aura, carved a path through the turbid tide, rapidly approaching Yang Ying and Li Cunxiao.

"A leopard skin pouch?"

Yang Lingjun's eyes flashed, revealing a mixture of surprise and understanding.

She had heard that the Pure Land School, originally a major sect of Buddhism, also had spiritual treasures passed down through generations.

However, later, the imperial court destroyed the mountain and temple, and the martial arts sects rushed in and divided it up among themselves, and Lingbao disappeared without a trace.

She was determined to get revenge on Qi Ci, so she naturally put a lot of effort into investigating his background.

Rumor has it that this leopard skin pouch is a missing part of the magical treasure, and another part is in the hands of the Ming Cult leader, the current Ming Venerable.

Rumors are baseless and difficult to verify. Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, it's hard to say whether it's a magical treasure or not, but if it can deal with Yang Ying, even if it's just a divine weapon, it's no ordinary divine weapon.

"Uncle-Master, what are these turbid tides?"

As Du Guanglei looked at the black mist that had been dispersed by the divine wind, a chill ran down his spine, as if touching even a little bit of it would mean certain death.

"It's the demonic energy and malevolent aura within that tyrant! It's the very essence of human-demon!"

The old Taoist priest's face was terribly gloomy. While using the Qiankun Bow in conjunction with Qici to clear the way, he tried his best to mobilize the true energy in Li Cunxiao's body and the Bone-Illuminating Mirror.

Fortunately, he could sense that the Bone-Illuminating Mirror's defenses had not yet been breached. The tyrant could only capture people at this moment and was unable to deal with his own disciples.

"How could this person be so tyrannical, blowing things up without warning?"

The further a martial artist progresses in their cultivation of demonic martial arts, the more important it is to maintain their purity.

The evil energy is filth. Once you are tainted by it, not only will it affect your state of mind, but it will also cause your cultivation to regress. That is why the four of them dared not take any risks.

For demons and monsters, malevolent energy and demonic energy are their very essence. Yang Ying's move, killing eight hundred enemies while losing a thousand of his own, was decisive and ruthless to the extreme.

"I think he can't resist wanting to take the spiritual treasure back into his hands anymore, he can't hold back any longer. Look, the secret realm space is fluctuating, this is him forcibly refining the spirit of the artifact."

Zheng Lang sighed; the situation had changed so quickly, it was truly unexpected.

The four of them initially had the upper hand, but Yang Ying was too decisive. Seeing that it might develop into a protracted battle, she immediately self-destructed, using the overwhelming demonic energy to force everyone back.

The only thing that puzzled him was why, among the younger generation, the other party had captured Li Cunxiao alone.

"Old zombie, still coveting my Seven Treasures Lotus?"

Li Cunxiao was imprisoned by the Guanyin demon statue, like being trapped in a birdcage, only able to move around in a small space created by the Bone-Illuminating Mirror.

He could clearly see that a fierce clash was taking place between Yang Ying and Chi Long.

Hundreds of small dragons surrounded the red dragon, constantly clashing with the evil demons and Rakshasa formed from the dark demonic energy.

During this process, the size of the red dragon shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless crimson light spots dissipated and fell off, as if they were scraping the red scales off its body.
Yang Ying's physical body visibly cracked open, and her eyes, ears, mouth, nose, hands, feet, elbows, and knees all turned to ashes inch by inch. In the end, only a human-shaped black mist remained inside the crown.

That was the purest, most unadulterated malice in the world.

Just staring at this indescribable mass, Li Cunxiao felt goosebumps all over his body and a chill run down his spine.

This was simply unbelievable for him, who had already achieved perfect form and whose physical body was like that of a demon or yaksha.

At the same time, besides fear, a strong desire also arose in his heart.

To be precise, it was not he who felt the intense desire, but the vajra within him!

"Grandmaster-level killing intent, you really know how to handle it!"

Li Cunxiao's face was bitter. It was true that the Vajra Pestle could suppress evil spirits and demons, but the person in front of him was a grandmaster who had lived for hundreds of years.

The highest level of the demons he had ever dealt with was only the fifth realm.

If the Vajra Pestle couldn't instantly drain Yang Ying dry, and if there was even a moment to react, the opponent would probably tear him to shreds with a mere flick of his wrist.

"Cunxiao!"

Li Cunxiao turned his head and saw Taiyi and Qici riding the strong wind, quickly passing through the gaps in the turbid tide and approaching him.

Leopard print patterns appeared on the bag, unlike the patched bags we usually see. Sharp, sword-like air currents spewed from it, slicing through the black mist.

However, the latter recovered extremely quickly. Zheng Lang and Yang Lingjun had initially hesitated to get involved, but upon seeing that the cuts had almost instantly closed up, they had to abandon the idea.

Yang Ying's current actions are almost insane. As a demon, it's not surprising that he would do anything for the dragon boat.

He wanted to protect his younger disciples while also ensuring he himself wasn't corrupted by Yang Ying's demonic energy. With his hands tied, his hopes of obtaining the spiritual treasure were extremely slim.

However, considering Taiyi's earlier care, the two tacitly protected Du Guanglei, which was their way of repaying him.

"Rebellious ministers and traitors! Rebellious ministers and traitors!"

Yang Ying, who had turned into an indescribable mass of blackness, could no longer see her facial features and could no longer speak.

The voice, filled with resentment and malice, seemed to resound directly in one's brain.

The reason he exposed himself was exactly as Zheng Lang and others had guessed.

He was indeed not up to the task of defeating the four of them working together, and also plotting to obtain the spiritual treasure.

In a short period of time, Yang Ying could indeed hold her own against four opponents, and even at the cost of injury, she could seriously injure or kill one or two of them.

The problem is that that would greatly deplete his own power, and in the end he would have to contend with the spirit of the magical artifact, which would be too much of a strain.

Since that's the case, it would be better to deliberately detonate a portion of the demonic energy on his body to form a black tide, artificially creating a "moat" that would prevent the grandmasters from getting close.

In this way, he could keep his injuries under control and retain enough power to refine the artifact spirit.

The reason for arresting Li Cunxiao was quite simple.

Centuries have passed, and the physical bodies of Yuwen Jian, Sima Fufeng, and the detestable Wen Zhongzi are all nearing decay.

A martial artist who has fallen into demonic possession is no longer the same person as before; rather, he is the one with the darkest and deepest obsession.

Yang Ying, a Grandmaster, fell into demonic possession. The biggest difference between him and those demon soldiers and generals was that he retained his sanity.

He knew that even if he obtained the spiritual treasure, with only this decaying body, he would have nowhere to go after leaving the secret realm, and in the end, he would only be able to return to the dragon boat to eke out a living.

In the path of martial arts, the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit are fundamental. Without a physical body, energy and spirit are like a tree without roots.

Li Cunxiao, possessing a seven-jeweled lotus flower, was able to create incarnations, making it the perfect dwelling for him.

He would never give up unless absolutely necessary!

Therefore, he noticed the moment Qici and Taiyi approached each other.

In an instant, a surge of negative emotions arose, which once again manifested as the Guanyin demon statue, launching continuous attacks on the red dragon that was charging left and right in the cage.

Wisps of black mist gradually stained the scales of the crimson dragon, which let out a mournful roar, causing the secret realm space to tremble even more violently.

Ripples spread, and the demonized palace maids, guards, and eunuchs, along with rare treasures, magical artifacts, and demonic weapons, appeared and disappeared in an instant, flashing constantly in the void. Even Qin Fengquan's figure appeared here, but as soon as he saw the sky full of black tide, he seemed to have his butt on fire and immediately threw himself into the ripples around him, disappearing in an instant.

"The spirit of the artifact is resisting Yang Ying's refining process. If this continues, this secret realm will collapse!"

Taiyi's expression was extremely ugly. Seeing that Yang Ying still intended to obstruct him, he raised the black longbow in his left hand.

On both sides, the long and short lines of the "Qian" and "Kun" trigrams shimmer with silver light, like flowing mercury.

The invisible bowstring emitted golden light as the arrow was formed. Unlike before, this time, the old Taoist priest solemnly forced a drop of blood from his fingertip.

The blood was extremely bright and red, like cinnabar, and emitted a unique fragrance.

With the movement of Taiyi's fingers, the talisman head, talisman core, and talisman tail took shape in the blink of an eye, and a wisp of black energy was captured from the black tide and put into the blood talisman.

In the blink of an eye, the blood talisman disappeared into the light arrow, leaving it with fine, vein-like marks—

call out!
The moment the arrow was shot, a great terror suddenly arose in Yang Ying's heart.

Countless dark golden eyes opened within the empty imperial robes, staring intently at the arrow flying through the void.

That gaze seemed to possess an indescribable power, gradually slowing the arrow's speed and buying Yang Ying time to refine the dragon boat.

"You stole my apprentice right in front of me, and you think you can get away unscathed? Dream on!"

With a furious roar, Qi Ci's muscles stretched his fair and plump skin apart, and the enormous image of the Ming King suddenly shrank, merging with his ever-expanding body.

The black and red arms were bulging with muscles, and various demons—dragons, snakes, yakshas, ​​asuras, and evil spirits—supported the massive, beam-like arms. Thunderous roars erupted from the thorny spikes on the swollen mace.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Li Cunxiao suddenly felt as if his soul had left his body; he could neither see nor hear anything.

A moment later, when he regained consciousness, he found himself between his two masters.

"Cunxiao, how are you?"

"Saburo! Saburo!"

"I'm fine, Master, I'm fine."

Inside Li Cunxiao's body, the Bone-Illuminating Mirror was dim and lifeless, clearly indicating that the divine weapon had blocked everything for him.

"You mindless fool! You ungrateful wretch! I created you! I am your master!"

"What are you still struggling for? Why don't you submit to me!"

A venomous voice echoed through the void, and the crimson dragon wailed mournfully.

Yang Ying endured a combined attack from Taiyi and Qici, preferring to abandon Li Cunxiao rather than give up the dragon boat.

This magical artifact seems to have become more than just a treasure; it has become Yang Ying's obsession.

That imperial robe, of divine weapon rank, was now empty, swept away by the ripples in the void, its whereabouts unknown.

Turning around, the void of the secret realm was like a turbulent tsunami in a storm, extremely chaotic and unstable. Zheng Lang and the others had disappeared, most likely having been sent out of the secret realm by the spatial turbulence.

Yang Ying had completely lost her form, transforming into a hideous ghost, a pitch-black poisonous dragon, coiling around the spirit dragon, desperately trying to penetrate it.

At this moment, the fragments of the "Dongxuan Scripture" that had been seen before reappeared, quietly floating in the belly of the red dragon, emitting mysterious fluctuations.

A longing flashed in Taiyi's eyes, but it quickly turned into regret.

Now that Yang Ying's demonic dragon and the red dragon are too intertwined, he cannot use the same method he used earlier to accurately kill the demonic dragon while ensuring that the core of the spiritual treasure is not damaged.

The *Dongxuan Jing* is the core of Lingbao, not Lingbao itself. No one has ever touched such a supreme treasure, nor do they know what would happen if they did.

He was obsessed with alchemy and dreamed of exploring its mysteries.

I really can't bear to part with it.

But Qici did not have this concern.

"Destroying the magical treasure is just losing a precious item. But if the demon is not eliminated, the world will have one more scourge!"

The menacing spiked club was raised once more. This time, in addition to countless Yakshas and Rakshasas, a giant Bodhi tree rose from the ground.

Faintly, it seems that a pure and flawless Pure Land is emerging among the branches and leaves, where a Bodhisattva is preaching the Dharma and about to attain unsurpassed, perfect enlightenment.
"Master, wait! I have a plan!"

Li Cunxiao shouted, but Qici remained unmoved, while Taiyi reached out and grabbed his disciple's shoulder.

They understood that anyone would be shaken and unable to control themselves in the face of such a precious treasure that could make one feel revered.

They were always very satisfied with their apprentice, who was well-behaved, sensible, and resilient.

Even though they were somewhat out of control at this moment, the two masters were not disappointed, and simply thought he was talking nonsense.

After all, it is a spiritual treasure that can allow a force to continue for thousands of years.

They themselves are so diligent in their pursuit, how could they blame their disciples for being tempted?

However, neither of the two grandmasters could do anything about it. No matter how talented their disciple was, what could a fifth-realm true form do?

"Help me."

"Help me."

A strange and faint voice suddenly rang in his mind. Li Cunxiao was startled and stared straight at the red dragon that had been dyed dark red.

In those golden eyes, there was a human-like pain and pleading.

As Yang Ying sensed the spiked club flying through the air, its corrosive speed increased rapidly. At the same time, relying on the spirit of the weapon, which had already been partially corroded, she violently shook the void.

In an instant, the three of them seemed to be separated by two great mountains, and Qici and Taiyi were almost sent directly out of the secret realm.

“Come,” Li Cunxiao said, looking at the dark and chaotic void and the apocalyptic scene. He suddenly opened his arms.

His dantian shone brightly, with azure and crimson light intertwining, faintly revealing the image of the Seven Treasures Lotus.

"Red Dragon, come!"

"Yang Ying, come here!"

Without him needing to say more, both the red dragon seeking help and Yang Ying yearning for a superior dwelling transformed into streaks of light without hesitation and instantly entered his body.

Taiyi and Qici's expressions changed drastically, and killing intent and regret almost completely overwhelmed the minds of these two grandmasters.

Li Cunxiao no longer had the energy to deal with these matters.

Feeling the surging malevolent energy within him, and the vajra that had almost instantly been illuminated by ten Capricorn claws, he couldn't help but roar in his heart:

"Vajra!"

"Refining!"

"Deduction!"

(End of this chapter)