Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 130, Section 129: The Crimson Desire Technique (More to come later)
A black and white aura in the wind transformed into a stream of light.

Xueyanluo was fleeing with Bai Wei. He was injured, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his speed did not slow down much.

On his right arm was a large Brahma seal, which was now emitting a dim light, and each flash brought him unimaginable pain.

"Young Master Blood Demon, do not leave. I see that you have great potential. Quickly come with me back to see the Evil Buddha. In the future, I will ordain you as a monk so that you can inherit the name of my junior brother, the Heart-Eating Monk."

A wildly arrogant laugh came from behind Xueyanluo.

A monk was born from two enormous legs, and now those thighs, as thick as old trees, were running at breakneck speed, kicking up dust.

"Don't run away, we won't treat you badly."

The leg-eating monk was still chasing after Blood Smoke Luo.

Even though Xue Yanluo is exceptionally talented, he has not yet reached the fifth realm, and fighting against someone at the fifth realm would be too difficult, especially since his opponent is an evil monk from the Buddhist sect.

He could only flee, and because he had Bai Wei with him, Xue Yanluo was never able to get rid of the Leg-Eating Monk.

Blood Smoke Luo shouted, "The Blood Demon Lord doesn't care about my life or death at all. The Evil Buddha wants to capture me to exchange for benefits, but he probably won't get anything!"

The monk who ate legs exclaimed, "But I heard that because the young master is highly regarded by the Blood Demon Lord, the matter of the Dragon Bone Transformation was entrusted to the young master for full responsibility. The key to the burial place is also in the young master's hands, right?"

Xueyanlu sneered: "I have already returned the key to the sect. Whether you believe it or not, I have no connection with the Blood Demon Palace now!"

The so-called key is the Young Master's Token, but that token has long been returned to the Blood Demon Palace and is now in the hands of True Person Qingxue.

"Even without the key, it would be good to get some information about the Dragon Transformation Bone from the Blood Demon Young Master. What exactly is the Dragon Transformation Bone for? I would like to ask the Blood Demon Young Master to explain!"

The monk who ate the legs once again radiated Buddhist light, and a giant Buddha hand cleaved down from mid-air.

Xueyanlu gritted his teeth.

He only wanted to live a peaceful and secluded life of cultivation. He even abolished the Blood Path and switched to the Yin-Yang Path of Extinction of Desire. Why won't these damned cultivators let him go?

Xueyanluo turned around, and the bow in his hand reappeared. He drew the bowstring taut and the arrow clashed with the Buddha's Hand. However, the arrow did not completely eliminate the Buddha's Hand. The huge palm print still hit him. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, but he protected Baiwei.

The monk who ate legs laughed heartily: "You should have told me not to run anymore. This humble monk is exhausted from chasing you."

A gust of red wind rushed towards them, and the Leg-Eating Monk met it with another palm strike, scattering the wind.

The monk who ate legs put his hands together and looked at Xue Yanluo, who had fallen into the deep pit on the ground and was powerless to resist, and laughed: "Be a good boy and come back with me. With the young master's talent, when the evil Buddha ascends to heaven, you will be the next young master."

Xue Yanluo shielded Bai Wei in her arms with her clothes, her tone disdainful: "It's just a sect whose mountain gate has been destroyed."

"Who in this world can withstand a sword strike from a wedding dress? It's already quite remarkable that we've managed to preserve so many elite troops."

"Ha! Elite? I heard that the entire Buddhist sect has been wiped out?"

These words deeply stung the leg-eating monk, whose smile froze, and who instead narrowed his eyes.

"Young master, don't refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences."

The monk stared at Xueyanluo's legs: "Otherwise, this humble monk wouldn't mind letting the young master suffer a bit. Anyway, as long as we bring the young master back, losing two legs probably won't matter much."

A nauseating appetite gleamed in the monk's eyes.

"Let's do it this way, I'll accept your two legs!"

One person has two legs, two people have four legs. The leg-eating monk's eyes gleamed as he stretched out his rough hands and approached Xueyanluo.

"Huh?" The leg-eating monk's expression turned to disbelief. He roared, "A fiend from the Hehuan Sect?!"

The Blood Smoke Luo and Bai Wei in front of him vanished with a bang, turning into a wisp of pink smoke. The Leg-Eating Monk was now fully aware that he had been tricked. From the moment the Blood Smoke Luo fell to the ground, everything had been an illusion.

He's been tricked!
The Red Desire Technique of the Hehuan Sect is not very useful for the righteous path of eliminating desire, but it is very effective for the demonic sect of releasing desire.

"Who? Which lowly bastard is it?!"

The monk who ate the legs flew into a rage.

Anyone who could use the Crimson Desire Technique to bewitch him was at least at the Fifth Realm, or at least a member of the Joyful Union Sect who was very close to the Fifth Realm.

~
Lu Changyuan resolved to abandon his plan and fought his way out of the village.

He was going to tear the painting apart, to rip the scroll to shreds, so that the painting demon would have nowhere to escape.

"Do you still have the energy to draw monsters to fight me?"

The Painting Demon was already severely injured, and had finally managed to create a huge monster to block Qiu Yuehan. Yet, he still had the strength to create a group of ink-wash demons to stop Lu Changyuan.

In fact, the Demon of Painting had no choice. Its schemes were seen through by Lu Changyuan, so it could only do its best to use its painting skills to stop Lu Changyuan.

The darkness of the night was torn apart by the surging ink, and the first monster emerged from the ground, resembling a giant snake, dragging a trail of sticky ink as it snaked and crawled.

"too weak."

The long sword blade sliced ​​across its neck, splashing ink and leaving mottled marks on the bluestone floor.

More silhouettes emerged from all directions, and the multi-headed, multi-legged ink-wash beasts silently pounced, but they completely vanished under Lu Changyuan's sword. Only the faint sound of ink dripping and hitting the ground remained in the air.

Roar!
The ink grew thicker and thicker. A two-headed lizard-like monster crashed through several large trees and roared as it charged forward.

Instead of retreating, Lu Changyuan advanced, his sword tip precisely piercing the gap between the two heads. With a slight twist of his wrist, a dazzling sword aura illuminated the sky, and the lizard collapsed with a crash.

Stepping on the ink-stained ground, Lu Changyuan sighed, "Why do they all like to pull this stunt?"

The reason for this is that a woman's figure suddenly appeared in front of Lu Changyuan, wearing a white dress and holding an umbrella, like a fairy in the rain.

Xia Lianxue smiled gently, but before she could speak, Lu Changyuan's sword light swept across, and the fairy's phantom vanished with a crash.

"Do all of you great demons take on the form of friends and family members from other people's memories?"

Lu Changyuan did not hesitate for a moment, nor did he believe that the little fairy was real.

The sword light flashed continuously, slashing all the way towards the outside of the village.

There are two ways to break the painting of the painting demon. The first way is to kill the painting demon's true form, but the painting demon's true form is hiding and does not come out, so Lu Changyuan naturally cannot find it.

The second method is simpler: destroy the world depicted in the painting. However, Lu Changyuan and Qiu Yuehan are far from reaching the sixth realm, so this is obviously nonsense. Therefore, we can only use another branch of the second method: find the loopholes in the painting.

The painting of the demon emphasizes authenticity. As long as you find the false parts of the painting and use the sharpness of your resolve, you can easily tear the painting apart.

So where is the flaw in this painting? It's hard to guess.

Lu Changyuan sneered, his figure bursting forth, heading straight for the old man's grave.

(End of this chapter)