Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

"If I kill him, I'm afraid I won't be able to devour him for the next ninety-nine lifetimes..."

A complex mix of emotions swirled within him, a constant clash between murderous intent and greed.

Ancestor Qingniu knew in his heart that this was an extremely difficult choice. Keeping Lin Che might bring endless benefits to the Great Soul Sect, or it might bring about its annihilation.

Killing Lin Che would certainly eliminate the hidden danger, but it might also cause one to miss a tremendous opportunity and affect one's own cultivation.

Outside the cave, the elders of the Great Soul Sect had gathered not far away, but no one dared to approach easily.

Yan Luan stared at the murderous aura barrier surrounding the cave, his face pale, and his unease grew stronger.

She could sense that Lin Che's power was still increasing, and that killing god's essence was rapidly solidifying, as if it would take full shape at any moment.

Fan Shanmeng remained collapsed in the cave, her consciousness beginning to blur, yet she could still clearly sense the changes in the phantom of the God of Slaughter.

Fine runes began to appear on the black armor of the phantom figure, and the killing intent on the blood-patterned longsword grew increasingly intense, with the dripping killing intent pits expanding to the size of a fist.

"Is it... going to work?"

Fan Shanmeng was filled with endless fear. "How did Master Yan Luan manage to provoke such a monster?"

Lin Che sat cross-legged on the stone bed, his eyes closed, his mind completely immersed in the condensation of the source.

At this moment, the origin of the God of Slaughter is resonating with the laws of heaven and earth of the Immortal Continent, and the true body that could not be completely solidified in the outer star field is rapidly taking shape.

With each circulation of Qi and blood, countless killing intents merged into the illusory figure, making the true form of the killing god clearer and more powerful.

In Lin Che's sea of ​​consciousness, countless battle scenes flashed by: mountains of corpses and seas of blood, flashing swords and shadows, and wailing of wronged souls, all of which transformed into the purest power, nourishing the origin of the God of Slaughter.

A strange connection had been established between himself and the true form of the God of Slaughter, as if that phantom was another version of himself, perfectly replicating all his supernatural powers and moves.

"Almost there...just one more step..."

A faint smile appeared on Lin Che's lips, and the killing intent around him began to recede, frantically converging towards the true form of the God of Slaughter.

Sensing this change, the Green Ox Ancestor in the distance narrowed his eyes, and the soul imprint in his palm lit up once more.

"Fine... Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!"

The hesitation in the eyes of the Green Ox Ancestor vanished completely, replaced by a resolute killing intent. "For the safety of the Great Soul Sect, this boy must die. Absorbing him ahead of time shouldn't be a problem!"

Just as the Green Ox Ancestor was about to make a move, a figure suddenly appeared and stopped him, saying, "If you don't want to die a miserable death here, don't touch him."

Ancestor Qingniu was taken aback and subconsciously looked at the black-robed cultivator beside him, wondering who this person was and how he could appear in the room under his perception.

The aura of the late-stage Void Tribulation Elder suddenly surged around him, and the black light of the soul imprint in his palm intensified, with soul power powerful enough to tear space churning at his fingertips.

He stared intently at the black-robed cultivator who had suddenly appeared beside him, his cloudy eyes filled with vigilance and suspicion: "Who are you? How dare you trespass into my cave and obstruct the affairs of my Great Soul Sect!"

The black-robed cultivator stood tall and straight, shrouded in a thin layer of black mist, obscuring his face. Only his eyes gleamed with a ghostly blue light in the shadows, like cold stars in an abyss. Facing the pressure of the Azure Ox Ancestor, he remained completely still, not even the hem of his robes fluttering, as if the aura that was enough to make a mid-stage Void Tribulation cultivator bow down had no effect on him.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

The black-robed cultivator's voice was deep and hoarse, like two rocks rubbing together, "The important thing is, you can't touch him."

"presumptuous!"

Ancestor Qingniu roared and slammed his palm soul imprint toward the black-robed cultivator.

This soul imprint condenses thirty percent of his life's cultivation power, containing terrifying power to devour souls and annihilate life force. Even ordinary late-stage Void Tribulation cultivators would avoid its edge.

Just as the soul imprint was about to touch the black-robed cultivator, an invisible barrier suddenly unfolded in front of him. The soul imprint crashed into the barrier and vanished instantly, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without even causing a ripple.

Ancestor Qingniu's pupils shrank sharply, and his heart was filled with shock. He could clearly feel that the barrier was not formed from spiritual power or soul power, but from a higher kind of law power, as unshakable as the rules of heaven and earth.

Such strength is something that no known force on the Immortal Continent could possess!
"Just who are you?"

Ancestor Qingniu's voice unconsciously took on a solemn tone. He slowly took half a step back, his immortal energy surging wildly within him, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

The black-robed cultivator did not answer. His gaze passed over the Green Ox Ancestor and looked towards the direction of Lin Che's cave. A complex light flashed in his dark blue eyes.

"The source of the God of Slaughter and the source of Annihilation coexist in one body. Such a physique is one in ten thousand years. The karma on his body is something that you, a mere late-stage cultivator of the Void Tribulation stage, cannot touch."

"Cause and effect?" Ancestor Qingniu frowned, his unease growing stronger. "What exactly are you trying to say? This boy may have great potential, but he is not invincible. Could it be that you are connected to him?"

"A connection?" The black-robed cultivator chuckled, his laughter tinged with mockery. "I have no relation to him, but I simply don't want to see some overconfident fools squander their ninety-nine lifetimes of cultivation."

"Ninety-nine lifetimes of cultivation!"

Ancestor Qingniu shuddered, his face turning deathly pale. He had never mentioned the secret of devouring Lin Che to perfect his ninety-nine lifetimes of cultivation to anyone. Yet this black-robed cultivator could see right through it. This meant that the other party's strength and knowledge far exceeded his imagination!

"How...how could you know?" The Green Ox Ancestor's voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear.

The black-robed cultivator offered no explanation, but simply raised his right hand and lightly touched the air with his fingertips.

The Green Ox Ancestor instantly felt a terrifying binding force envelop his entire body. His immortal essence and soul power were frozen and could not circulate, making even breathing extremely difficult.

He was horrified to discover that his proud late-stage Void Tribulation cultivation was as fragile as an ant in front of his opponent!

"If you dare to touch a single hair on his head, within three breaths, the cultivation you have accumulated over ninety-nine lifetimes will completely collapse, and your soul will be devoured by the devouring restriction you planted yourself, and you will be forever trapped in the Soul Prison."

The black-robed cultivator's voice was icy and chilling, like a pronouncement from hell, as he said indifferently, "If you don't believe me, you can try."

The Azure Ox Ancestor trembled violently, the soul imprint on his palm completely dimming. He had no doubt about the other party's words; the deep-seated fear told him that this black-robed cultivator possessed the power to easily annihilate him. (End of Chapter)