Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 276 The Eighth Trial of Rakshasa: The Terrifying Scythe-Wielding Demonic Shadow, Li Zhexian Seeks a Chance of Survival
Bang!
The scythe-wielding demon fell to the ground with a thud, its body lying dead in the street.

Dark purple blood meandered and spread like a venomous snake, staining the stone bricks of the streets and alleys.

Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, Yu Yuanzhen, and Li Zhexian gathered together, back to back, their auras heavy and focused.

It wasn't just Chenxin and the other two.

Even Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi, who were standing at the entrance of the alley, looked at the grim-faced young man with shocked eyes.

Although Li Zhexian had previously beheaded Tang Lie.

But they did not participate in it.
It remains difficult to determine the exact extent of their combat capabilities.

Until they joined forces for a battle.

Only then can one truly glimpse the extent of its strength.

"Your sword, young friend, is becoming increasingly sharp."

Feng Bailong stroked his beard and laughed.

"You flatter me, seniors."

"The banished immortal was merely observing from the sidelines."

Li Zhexian spoke modestly, and together with Chenxin and the others, they looked at the demonic shadow whose corpse had been separated from its body.

Sa——

He flicked his finger.

A chilling sword aura shot out from the sky.

He lifted the wide brim of the hat that covered his head.

The brim of the hat fell down.

A woman's face was revealed.

Her skin was deathly pale, and her face was stunningly beautiful, yet it was covered with dark, spiderweb-like cracks.

Like a porcelain doll that has been broken and then glued back together.

It's terrifyingly beautiful.

Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and the others' pupils constricted slightly.

"Bibi Dong?!"

That face.

She looks exactly like Pope Bibidon.

Outside the secret realm.

The image on the screen never clearly showed the face of the scythe-wielding demon.

Even the voices of Chen Xin and the others became indistinct in an instant.

The onlookers became restless and began to discuss the matter.

Dugu Bo, seated cross-legged atop the ten-headed serpent king, stared coldly at Bibi Dong on the throne.

The sky above Wuhun City.

The blue and red mist grew thicker and heavier.

Even the daylight gradually faded away.

The scythe-wielding demonic figure bore the face of Bibi Dong.

Li Zhexian had already anticipated this.

"Bibi Dong should already be a Limit Douluo now."

"Due to the suppression of the Rakshasa God's test, I can only use level 98 soul power."

"Based on the timeline..."

"She has probably completed the seven trials of the Rakshasa, and the eighth trial is not far off."

What is the eighth test of the Rakshasa?

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

Suddenly, a loud shout from Chen Xin and his group exploded in my ears:
"The demonic corpse is acting strangely!"

"Retreat quickly!"

Li Zhexian almost instinctively transformed into a sword of light, instantly reaching a hundred meters away.

He turned around and looked.

His heart sank.

I saw...

The woman's head, which had rolled into the middle of the street, had somehow opened its eyes.

Those were a pair of purple eyes, filled with the most evil and wicked things in the world, their glass-like texture riddled with cracks, staring intently at him.

The woman's lips slowly curved into a smile.

He revealed a chilling smile.

next moment.

The dark purple blood that had flowed everywhere surged back.

Countless blood vessels gushed from the severed neck, and like living things, they dragged the head back into the body.

A thick, dark purple fog rose up, engulfing the giant shadow wielding the scythe.

Amidst the grim expressions on the faces of Li Zhexian and the others.

Two demonic figures wielding scythes broke through the purple miasma and appeared.

at the same time.

Southeast direction.

The heavy, metallic scraping sound of metal scraping the ground was jarring.

The demonic shadow has not yet arrived.

Two beams of purple light, like searchlights, shot through the air from several streets away.

A third scythe-wielding demonic figure is on its way!

"withdraw!"

Without hesitation, Li Zhexian and the others roared and retreated rapidly.

They now understand.

This scythe-wielding demonic shadow is like an immortal punisher in this desolate city.

Even if one could kill it with overwhelming strength.

But the next moment.

She will then be resurrected and return in a multiplied form!
zizi——

zizi——

The sharp sound of three enormous scythes scraping the ground ripped through the city's deathly silence. Dark purple sparks flew through the dark streets.

It became the only light in this dead city.

But it was also a deadly light.

It wasn't just Li Zhexian and his group who were in danger.

The powerful figures from all the sects were terrified and fled in a frenzy.

"This damn thing is unkillable?!"

"A certain death! This is a deadly trap with no chance of survival!"

"I'm not leaving! Someone just got a spiritual herb from a stall! The treasures in the city are real, and the opportunity is right in front of me!"

"Even figures like Chen Xin and Li Zhexian are being hunted down, who else can stop them?!"

……

Two scythe-wielding demonic figures pursued Li Zhexian and his companions.

The other, dragging a scythe, roamed the city, hunting down the remaining masters.

The shadowy figure was like a ghost, incredibly fast, and seemed to transform into an undercurrent. Accompanied by a tooth-grinding splash of juice, it could instantly pounce and kill within inches of the target!
Li Zhexian and his group fought and retreated!

In addition to the ancient banyan tree protecting Ning Fengzhi.

The soul rings beneath the feet of Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and Yu Yuanzhen all lit up, dazzling and radiant.

The sword wind howled, and lightning surged, colliding wildly with the scythe that tore everything apart.

The powerful ripples of energy swept across the area, turning the stalls on both sides of the street into dust.

however.

Those houses with their doors tightly shut.

Yet it remained completely still and as stable as a rock under the impact of this terrifying force.

Li Zhexian's gaze swept over the tightly closed doors, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

laugh!
The scythe blade almost grazed his cheek.

A strand of hair quietly drifted down from her temple.

He swung his sword backhand with fierce force, clashing head-on with the sickle.

Using the force of the recoil, they retreated again.

However, his blood and qi surged, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Li Zhexian was ultimately only at the Soul Emperor level.

Swordsmanship and soul skills can be used to contend with those with titles.

However, the difference in foundational spiritual power remains.

It's not just him.

Even established titles like Chenxin and Gurong.

Pursued by two immortal level 97 titled warriors, he was struggling to defend himself and faced numerous perilous situations.

boom--! ! !
The group rushed through a street corner.

The crisscrossing scythes unleashed a monstrous storm of soul power.

The street surface cracked, and rubble flew everywhere.

Only the gates of those houses still stand indifferently.

The situation was becoming increasingly critical.

Li Zhexian gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Gamble!"

His figure flashed by in an instant.

They rushed to a tightly closed door.

His palm surged with spiritual power, and he slammed it against the door.

Bang!
The door was open.

A chilling wind howled out from within.

The wind made Li Zhexian's white robe dance wildly.

"Esteemed seniors, please proceed quickly!"

The words have not yet fallen.

He had already rushed into that pitch blackness.

Out of trust in Li Zhexian.

Although Chen Xin and the others had doubts, they did not hesitate at all.

It transformed into several streaks of light that followed closely behind.

They rushed into that bottomless doorway.

Behind the door was a small courtyard overgrown with weeds, containing only two dilapidated houses with yellow mud and black tiles.

The crowd quickly gathered and stood back to back.

He cautiously surveyed the eerie courtyard.

He kept a close eye on the two scythe-wielding demonic figures chasing after him outside the courtyard gate.

The shadowy figure remained motionless outside the courtyard gate.

The enormous shoes, as big as door panels, blocked the exit.

Four cold, sinister gazes were fixed on the people in the courtyard.

however.

They did not take another step forward.

"Could it be..."

"After the waning moon disappeared, a scythe-wielding demonic figure appeared in the city."

"And hiding in a house would allow them to escape being hunted down?"

Gu Rong spoke in surprise and doubt.

But he just finished speaking.

The two demonic figures simultaneously emerged from beneath their black robes, their arms pale to bluish-white.

Its five fingers, like hooks, carrying a chilling aura, reached out to grab at the people in the courtyard.

Li Zhexian's expression changed drastically.

"I guessed wrong?!"

"Even inside the houses isn't safe?!"

(End of this chapter)