Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 117, Section 116: Blood-Red Robe
"How come you're so pathetic, only half a body left? Oh, half of your body was severed by the Underworld, and this half is bound by a seal and can't leave, is that right?"

Lu Changyuan revealed a mocking smile, his eyes lowered as he scanned the Blood Demon's mangled body.

The Blood Demon's body trembled violently, its twisted insect head roaring with hatred, and murky blood splattered from its foul-smelling teeth.

It remembered this face, and even more so, it remembered that it was because the owner of this face carried the Underworld Lord on his back for thousands of miles at night, that he came to this place that had sealed it for ten thousand years, and destroyed its perfect Yao Guang.

The Blood Demon's rage soared to the sky, and crimson tentacles multiplied wildly from its writhing body, carrying a stench that corroded the spirit. Like countless spears cutting through the wind, they fiercely stabbed towards Lu Changyuan.

The Underworld Lord used the Yao Guang technique to split the character "冥" (Underworld), representing his authority, in two, transforming it into two shackles to suppress his two halves of body. However, the Blood Demon was exceptionally cunning and used a secret method to forcibly piece the split "冥" back together, fusing it into one half of his body, allowing the other half to break free. But because of this, the abandoned half of his body was greatly weakened and fell from the Yao Guang realm.

Even so, the Blood Demon is definitely not someone that Lu Changyuan, who has not yet entered the fifth realm, can deal with. The reason why he is in such a sorry state is simply because he was caught off guard by Lu Changyuan.

Last time, if it weren't for the intervention of the Underworld King, it would have already swallowed this guardian spirit along with its master. This time, the Underworld King is still weak, and this guardian spirit will surely die in its mouth.

This anger and hatred, accumulated over tens of thousands of years, is about to be completely unleashed upon the two of them!

The card crashed.

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack.

The Blood Demon let out an even more shrill howl of pain. The tentacle that had just extended was forcibly torn off by an invisible force, and thick demonic blood splattered out. Countless blood threads inside the broken end twitched wildly like dying insects.

Lu Changyuan grinned, his smile somewhat eerie.

"What? You feel wronged by being imprisoned? This is nothing. Guess why Ming didn't kill you, but only suppressed you under Mount Long? Even if Ming didn't have time at the time, she always managed to find time later to give each of your components the meaning of death, to truly kill you."

When the ruler of the path of death wants to kill, it is very difficult to stop him, especially since the Underworld Lord has already attained the Yao Guang realm.

The Blood Demon froze in place, gripped by a fear stemming from its very life-or-death instinct.

It clearly sensed that its life force was inexplicably slipping away, and what horrified it even more was that the severed tentacle was rapidly melting and dissolving in Lu Changyuan's hand, eventually turning into a withered skin, which Lu Changyuan casually tossed aside.

"Although it's a bit disgusting, I've never been a picky eater."

Lu Changyuan brought up the "Severing Thoughts" technique, and the "Five Desires and Six Dusts Transformation Mind Mantra" spun wildly, his scarlet pupils radiating a frenzied appetite.

The Blood Demon sensed fear for no reason. It was the same in ancient times, when the weak would become food for the strong, and be eaten clean, bones and flesh.

When vampires encounter predators, they tremble just like it did when it saw Lu Changyuan, and then watch helplessly as their bones are crushed and their marrow sucked out.

But how could that be? It's clearly at a higher level now.

The long road provided the answer.

In a blink of an eye.

His figure rushed to the front of the Blood Demon's huge half-body. The Blood Demon found that it could not move at all. In fact, a strange force pressed down its insect head, making it crawl on the stone slab, as if it was waiting to be beheaded at noon.

The character "冥" (Ming) above its head emitted a faint, eerie light.

The seal of the Underworld Lord, which had been sacrificed by the Spirit Clan for three thousand years and was already broken, reappeared under the name of Lu Changyuan and Yu, binding the Blood Demon tightly like a net.

The Blood Demon roared, its main body frozen in place by the word "Netherworld," but its enormous tentacles stretched out again amidst the roar, not targeting Lu Changyuan, but quickly covering Lan Xi, who had already been severely injured by the Little Fairy not far away.

Before Lan Xi could even scream, his blood was instantly drained, turning into the life force of the Blood Demon.

After devouring Lan Xi, the Blood Demon suddenly raised its head, as if preparing for a life-or-death struggle with Lu Changyuan. But alas.

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh seemed to rip through the entire night, and the blood moon vanished.

The Blood Demon heard the handsome young man say, "Tang'er, come and help me. I'll eat a little, and you can use time magic to help me digest some."

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On the distant coast of Mount Longshan, a small boat was slowly sailing towards Mount Longshan, but at this moment the boat suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward.

Upon closer inspection, there were four or five cultivators on the ship. Most of them were shrouded in black robes, obscuring their faces. The most impressive among them was a cultivator with only one hand and one foot. The missing hand and foot were connected by some kind of steel, making him look like a mechanical creation of the Lu Ban Palace.

"The seal on Mount Long has been broken, the blood moon has disappeared, and the blood path is no longer visible. Should we still go there?"

The one speaking was the cultivator with one hand and one foot.

He added, "There is the aura of Kaiyang there, and not just one. Most of what Your Excellency wants has already been taken by others, so there is no need to go there."

Someone spoke up: "The town elder is right."

The man with the broken hand and leg was the town elder. He had fitted himself with a prosthetic leg, and his daily activities seemed to be quite convenient. However, whenever it rained, his broken hand would throb slightly.

He couldn't help but sigh at how ruthless the women in the cultivation world were. He needed to break through to the Kaiyang realm to regenerate his severed limbs, but his Dao body was currently incomplete, making it impossible for him to break through to the Kaiyang realm.

Therefore, he could only slowly wear away the remnants of Su Youwan and Hanyi Zhenren's Dao principles.

A whooshing sound came, and a small sedan chair flew out from Longshan Mountain, bearing the mark of the Taoist sect.

"Then let's head back." The one who spoke was the leader. She wasn't wearing a black robe. A smile appeared on her alluring lips, and her voice was clear and sweet: "Since we can't get it, no one else can either. We might as well go back sooner and prepare for the Dragon Bone transformation."

The Blood Demon Palace is indeed powerful, and the Blood Demon Lord is also a Yao Guang cultivator, but unless absolutely necessary, he still wouldn't dare to provoke the Daoist sects.

What if Jiang Jiayi falls ill and comes to exorcise the demon again?
It should be noted that when Jiang Jiayi fought against the Buddha of Shifo Temple, she shattered his Buddhist heart in less than an hour.

The town elder nodded, not daring to look at the leading woman. He was more afraid of this girl with a long whip than of Xueyanluo.

She is Xue Yanluo's half-sister, Xue Nishang, and the Fourth Realm Heavenly Authority.

Xue Nishang said calmly, "The matter of transforming the dragon bone is of great importance and cannot be taken lightly."

Compared to the unpredictable Xue Yanluo, Xue Nishang's emotions were much more stable, a stable kind of tyranny.

The town elder sighed. Xueyanluo's insistence on severing ties with the Blood Demon Palace had brought about catastrophic consequences. The Blood Demon Palace would not have peace as long as it was without its young master.

In the past, Xueyanluo was so outstanding that others could only cower in fear. Now that Xueyanluo has given up his identity, his other twenty-odd offspring have taken notice and stirred up trouble in the Blood Demon Palace.

The town elder was not yet at the sixth level of the Kaiyang realm, but only at the fifth level of the Yuheng realm. This was a very awkward realm. He was qualified to sit at the table, but not qualified to get rid of the problem of choosing sides. So he had no choice but to take a gamble and see if Xue Nishang could become the young master.

Hey.

Why is Young Master Xueyanluo refusing to do this? How am I supposed to claim credit for the legs I broke for Young Master Xueyanluo?

The town elder was extremely worried.

(End of this chapter)