So it turns out I'm the demon!

Chapter 212 Don't Mess with Little Ah Li! (First Update)

"What kind of weird thing is this?"

Jiang Mu felt a chill run down her spine as she was stared at by that strange eye.

What puzzled him was that whenever he used demonic energy to modify objects, new information and uses about those objects would automatically appear in his mind.

But this time, there was not a single piece of information to report.

It's as if the demonic energy was taken advantage of by this eye for free.

"Never mind, let's put it here first."

Jiang Mu gritted her teeth and threw the black talisman directly into the wooden box.

The talisman had just touched the bottom of the box.

In an instant, it melted into a pool of viscous black liquid.

The liquid made a "bubbling" sound in the box, constantly bubbling, just like a pot of boiling asphalt.

Immediately afterwards, the boiling black liquid began to overflow from the wooden box.

As it overflowed, the liquid began to harden and stretch, eventually turning into long, black hairs as thick as steel wires.

Black hair intertwined and spread, covering the stone table in the blink of an eye.

It spread rapidly across the walls and floors in all directions.

Something's not right!

A strong sense of crisis rushed into my heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Mu turned and ran wildly towards the outside of the tower.

After rushing out of the tower, Jiang Mu looked back and was horrified to see that the seven-story tower had been enveloped by a layer of writhing black hair.

From a distance, it looks like a huge, terrifying monster covered in black hair.

In the sky.

The churning crimson clouds receded to both sides.

A gigantic face slowly emerged.

It was a woman's face, deathly pale as paper, with empty eyes, like a vengeful ghost from legends.

The enormous ghostly face, formed from clouds and malevolent energy, was now looking down at the tower below, shrouded in black hair, a cold smile playing on its lips.

"Boom—!"

The earth began to shake and tremble violently.

It was as if some primordial beast was turning over underground.

Before Jiang Mu's shocked eyes, the seven-story tower was forcefully pulled up from the ground by strands of black hair.

The tower is off the ground.

Countless hidden formations and runes underground were exposed and shattered one after another.

And the moment the tower's foundation completely detached from the ground, Jiang Mu finally saw what was hidden beneath it.

That's a sword!

A giant broadsword, several meters long, with a dark gold color throughout.

"【Sword Edge Gold】——Hehe, He Qingyang, you've been hiding this well, so it was right here."

The giant ghost face in the sky let out a cold laugh, the sound echoing like muffled thunder.

【Sword-Edge Gold】is one of the divine objects of destiny in the sixty Jiazi Na Yin Five Elements.

Corresponding to the years Renshen and Guiyou.

This creature was born from the sharpest energy of the West, and its form and substance are already complete.

Its nature is like refined steel, which, when drawn from its sheath, gleams with a cold light that seems to reach the heavens and the earth, and has a resounding, murderous sound.

Then, the ghost face opened its huge mouth and spewed out a powerful burst of blood-red demonic energy.

The demonic energy transformed into a blood-red hand in mid-air, reaching for the golden giant sword that had been uprooted!

"This mere demon dares to lay a finger on my Divine Sword Sect's sacred artifact? It's courting death!"

Just as the crimson hand was about to touch [Sword Edge Gold], a furious shout suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a gray figure soared into the sky.

The newcomer wore a gray robe, with white hair and beard, and appeared thin and frail, yet standing in the void, he resembled a divine sword piercing the heavens.

It was none other than He Qingyang, the patriarch of the Divine Sword Sect.

He Qingyang's face was ashen, his complexion ashen.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, aiming them at the ghostly face in the sky.

"Zheng—!"

In an instant, countless chilling sword energies, like a silver waterfall flowing against the current, roared up from all directions.

It transformed into a rain of swords, densely packed and stabbing towards the ghost face.

Then, He Qingyang snorted coldly and Yu Ku pressed his palm down.

"town!"

A vast and mighty force suddenly descended.

The tower that had been lifted into the air by the black hair, along with the enormous [Sword Edge Gold] below, was shaken back into the deep pit in the ground by He Qingyang's domineering press.

The earth trembled, and dust flew everywhere.

In the sky, the giant ghost face became somewhat illusory under the onslaught of countless sword energies.

But Lady Painted Skin let out a harsh, mocking laugh: "He Qingyang, your ambition is truly remarkable, you actually seized the divine artifact of destiny, [Sword Edge Gold]."

No wonder you went to such lengths to help Prince Sheng forge that Dragon-Slaying Sword.

"If you didn't use the royal dragon energy and extreme yin energy to forge that malevolent sword to suppress and neutralize the backlash, how dare you use this extremely hard and sharp [Sword Edge Gold] to build your own foundation?"

Hearing Madam Painted Skin's words, Jiang Muxin, who was hiding in the distance, was greatly shocked.

"Use [Sword-Edge Gold] to construct the foundation of your Dao?"

Jiang Mu clicked his tongue inwardly, "Isn't this old bastard only a ninth-realm Grandmaster? He's not even at the tenth-realm Great Perfection stage, how can he possibly attempt to prove the Radiant Star Rank? Where does he get his confidence?"

It seems that He Qingyang is hiding a big secret.

Jiang Mu was hesitating whether to stay put and remain a quiet bystander.

However, the red mist that had been dispersed by the sword energy rolled back in once more.

It blocked his view.

All that could be heard were booming sounds and sharp whistling sword energy emanating from the depths of the red mist.

At the same time, a winding path paved with red foliage appeared beneath his feet.

"Kid, get the hell out of here if you don't want to die!"

The Painted Skin Lady's voice rang in his ears, "I keep my word and will spare your life."

Follow this road, and you'll find your mistress and your colleagues and friends. If you dawdle any longer, you'll die here.

Hearing the warning, Jiang Mu decisively turned and left.

The other party is right; when gods fight, mortals suffer.

In a battlefield of this magnitude, getting involved now would only make me cannon fodder; I wouldn't gain anything from it.

There's no need to join in the fun here.

Finding a concubine is the most important thing.

Bah! What concubine!

That old monster's words are truly disgusting. Do I even have such a beastly nature?

Jiang Mu mentally complained.

at the same time.

At the other end of the red mist maze.

"Bang!"

Duanmu Li kicked aside the corpse of a demon she had killed, looked around, and her chest heaved slightly.

A few drops of crimson blood plum blossoms stained the girl's cool cheeks, making her snow-white skin appear even more aloof and beautiful.

She lowered her head and looked at a copper coin at her feet.

The copper coin that the Taoist priest had given him as a guide was now spinning on the ground.

It was as if it had acquired some kind of spirituality.

After being accidentally separated from Jiang Mu by the red mist, Duanmu Li followed the advice of Daoist Jiu and threw a copper coin on the ground to guide the direction of the gate of life.

Despite the winding and circuitous route, we still haven't found the exit.

But following the guidance of the copper coins, she did indeed avoid most of the high-level demons, only encountering some ignorant minions.

The copper coin stopped spinning and rolled toward a path on the right.

Duanmu Li gripped the hilt of his knife, ready to continue following.

But just as she took two steps, she suddenly stopped.

As if sensing something mysterious, the girl suddenly turned her head and looked straight at the red mist on her left.

There seems to be something there, calling to it.

Duanmu Li glanced at the copper coins on the ground, then looked at the unknown red mist on her left.

After hesitating for a moment, she ignored the guiding coin and, relying on her instincts, gripped the tomb knife tightly, turned around, and plunged into the thick red mist on the left.

The fog swirled around me.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, when the view suddenly opened up before her, Duanmu Li found herself in the Divine Sword Sect Square.

There are many monster corpses lying here, suggesting a major battle took place previously.

And in the very center of the square.

A giant sword-shaped stone tablet, over ten zhang tall and carved entirely from black stone, stands tall.

The stone tablet has weathered the storms of time.

But the sharp sword intent that soared straight into the sky was still captivating.

In particular, a vacuum zone has formed around it, which the red mist maze cannot penetrate, clearly indicating that this is a safe zone.

Duanmu Li walked to the sword-shaped stone tablet, looked up at it, and seemed lost in thought.

She remembered what her father had once said.

Back then, my grandfather, Master Duanmu, and He Qingyang, the patriarch of the Divine Sword Sect, were sworn brothers who had shared life and death.

Later, the Divine Sword Sect suffered a great calamity, its fortunes declined, and it was on the verge of losing its lineage.

Grandpa was a man of great loyalty and righteousness. In order to help his brother overcome his difficulties, he extracted a section of the Heavenly Blade Sect's protective spiritual vein and lent it to He Qingyang.

It was thanks to the nourishment of this spiritual vein that the Divine Sword Sect was able to be revived.

They even surpassed others later on.

He Qingyang had vowed that once the Divine Sword Sect had overcome the crisis, he would return the treasure intact.

That section of spiritual vein not only contains the sect's fortune of the Heavenly Blade Sect, but also seals a wisp of supreme sword soul condensed by the sect's ancestors throughout the ages.

But what happened next?

He Qingyang betrayed his promise and took advantage of the Tiandao Sect's weakness to kick them when they were down.

Grandpa passed away with regret.

As for the spiritual vein that was lent out, the Divine Sword Sect never mentioned returning it.

When faced with the demands from the Heavenly Blade Sect, they initially pretended to be deaf and dumb, but later simply said that they had already returned it long ago.

My father said that the spiritual vein that He Qingyang had taken was sealed in this sword-shaped stone tablet, and the Heavenly Blade Sect's fortune was used day and night to nourish the Divine Sword Sect's sword cultivation.

Duanmu Li's slender fingers traced the rough surface of the stone tablet.

She originally came to the Divine Sword Sect with Jiang Mu, never expecting to steal anything.

After all, trying to reclaim one's own spiritual vein under the nose of He Qingyang, a Grandmaster of the Ninth Realm, is nothing short of a pipe dream.

She just wanted to see it for herself and experience it for herself.

To find out if what Father said is true.

Because her father had told her that before his death, her grandfather used a secret technique to seal the last remaining seed of the Heavenly Blade Sect's sword spirit into her body.

That's why she displayed such extraordinary talent in swordsmanship from a young age.

However, due to the deficiencies in the Heavenly Blade Sect's spiritual veins and the incompleteness of its Great Dao, the seed of the Blade Soul remained dormant and could not be fully activated.

Even because she later devoured demon blood, the energy within her body became mixed.

Father said that only by using the section of the same spiritual vein lent to the Divine Sword Sect could the incomplete Great Dao be repaired and the sword spirit within her be fully awakened.

Now, the moment her hand touches this stone monument.

She sensed it clearly.

The dormant seed of the sword spirit within his body seemed to sense the call of its mother, emitting faint tremors.

Her father had not lied to her.

Duanmu Li took a deep breath, a resolute glint flashing in her cool eyes.

She previously thought that seizing the spiritual vein was a pipe dream.

But now—that's not necessarily the case.

The Divine Sword Sect is currently in chaos, with powerful demons sealing off the mountain from the outside, the Sword Tomb Demon Nest causing riots from within, and even the current Prince Sheng's fate unknown.

Even He Qingyang was held back by the great demon.

Isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to seize it?

Duanmu Li took two steps back and gripped the hilt of the tomb knife with both hands.

Then her eyes narrowed, her waist twisted, and all her strength flowed into her arms. The tomb knife drew an arc and slashed fiercely at the stone tablet.

"clang--!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Duanmu Li felt a powerful shockwave surging along the blade, making her arms numb and her tiger's mouth almost split open.

Using the recoil, she somersaulted in the air and landed steadily.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the stone tablet was completely free of cracks, not even a white mark.

Duanmu Li bit her cherry lips, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.

She gathered her strength and swung her knife again.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!!"

One strike after another, he frantically slashed at the stone tablet from all sides.

However, no matter how hard she tried, the stone tablet remained unmoved, not even a single piece of stone fell.

Clearly, this stone tablet was either under a restriction.

It is either forged from some special rare and precious materials, making it extremely sturdy.

That makes sense, since it contains the Heavenly Blade Sect's spiritual veins, it is also an extremely important foundation for the Divine Sword Sect.

It stands so prominently in the square, it must have something to rely on.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

After making dozens of slashes, Duanmu Li was panting heavily, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She leaned on the tomb knife, her chest heaving, her delicate brows furrowed.

Just as she was racking her brains for a way out, a series of chaotic footsteps and the roars of demons suddenly came from the surrounding red mist.

And the sound was getting closer and closer.

Duanmu Li immediately gripped the hilt of her knife and turned around warily.

Three figures could be seen stumbling and running through the mist.

The three men were covered in blood, clearly having been through a fierce battle.

When they saw the square ahead, untouched by the red mist, their faces lit up with joy, and they rushed toward it as if they had grasped a lifeline.

One of them, due to the severity of his injuries, tripped and fell to the ground.

Then, with a scream, he was dragged away by a snake's tail.

The other two glanced back, their faces showing struggle, but they gritted their teeth and rushed into the area of ​​the stone tablet.

Seeing that the red mist maze had not spread over and the demons had not chased after them, the two breathed a sigh of relief, slumped to the ground, panting heavily, their faces full of relief at surviving a disaster.

It seems that this stone tablet is indeed a temporary safe place.

Duanmu Li coldly observed the two people and recognized their identities.

These two were the same bodyguards who had been following Prince Sheng.

I left with the head guard outside the Sword Tomb earlier.

After going around in circles, they ended up here again, like headless flies, clearly unable to escape the illusion of the painted skin.

At this moment, the two guards also caught their breath.

One of the men, with a dark complexion and a burly build, looked up and met Duanmu Li's cold, clear eyes.

He was taken aback at first, then recognized the girl who had been following Jiang Mu and carrying an exaggeratedly large sword.

"Is it you?"

The burly, dark-faced man stood up, his eyes sweeping around menacingly. He asked in a low voice, "Where's that kid named Jiang Mu? Isn't he with you?"

Duanmu Li ignored him.

She withdrew her gaze and looked up at the towering stone tablet.

He pondered whether to wait here for Jiang Mu to come and help, or to find a way to escape first.

"Little girl, I'm talking to you, are you deaf?!"

Seeing that Duanmu Li dared to ignore him, the burly, dark-faced man, who was already feeling humiliated in the red mist, felt utterly disgraced and roared in anger.

The thin-faced guard next to him, clutching his abdominal wound, leaned against the stone tablet and said weakly, "Alright, no need to ask anymore."

That kid was most likely trapped in a maze and eaten by those mutated monsters. Those beasts—they're too wicked.

Just then.

A cry for help came from the edge of the red mist: "Help—help me—quick—help me—"

Their hearts skipped a beat, and they stared intently at the scene.

The companion who had been dragged away was now struggling to crawl towards them, his body badly injured.

A long trail of blood was left behind him.

His legs were broken, and the cuts were bloody and mangled.

"Old Chen!"

The burly man with the dark face exclaimed in surprise, his eyes reddening.

After all, they were brothers who spent every day together, and he instinctively wanted to rush forward to save the person, but the thin-faced guard grabbed his arm.

"Are you out of your mind, yelling? Have you forgotten what just happened?!"

The thin-faced guard roared angrily.

The burly man with the dark face was stunned. His outstretched foot froze in mid-air, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Just now, in the red mist, another companion was also separated from his companion and called for help.

They fought their way through, but just as they rescued the person, they were ambushed by a large number of demons.

It was clearly a trap deliberately set by those demons.

These monsters are not only cunning and ferocious, but they also possess sword energy.

Even though they were guards at the sixth-realm pseudo-star level, they were still struggling to cope with several mutated fifth-tier demonic creatures.

Hearing his companion's cries for help, the dark-faced man's expression shifted between pale and flushed, his eyes flashing with struggle and reluctance.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Duanmu Li, who was not far away.

"Girl!"

The burly, dark-faced man pointed at Duanmu Li and said coldly, "You Demon Slayers are paid by the imperial court, and this is the kind of work you do. Now, go and bring that person back to me immediately!"

Duanmu Li remained expressionless, coldly staring at the stone tablet.

She decided to wait for Jiang Mu here.

I'm sure that man will find his way here.

"Did you fucking hear me?"

Seeing that the girl remained unmoved, the burly man with the dark face flew into a rage.

The frustration of being chased by monsters in the red mist, and the shame and anger of seeing his companions fail to help him in his time of need, all transformed into dissatisfaction with this girl.

"I am a personal guard of the Prince's mansion, holding an official position. I have the authority to order you to go and rescue them immediately!"

He roared and strode forward, reaching out his large hand to grab Duanmu Li's thin shoulder.

However, his fingers had not yet touched the girl's clothes.

"Whoosh!"

A black afterimage swept in.

Duanmu Li held the tomb knife upside down with one hand, and with a slight twist of her wrist, the heavy and broad blade, like a light willow leaf, slashed diagonally upwards past the palm of the dark-faced giant.

The burly, dark-faced man recoiled as if he'd been electrocuted.

If he hadn't retreated quickly, that knife strike would have severed his hand.

"presumptuous!!"

The burly man with the dark face was both shocked and furious.

He never expected that a mere demon slayer would dare to draw his sword against him, a royal guard of the sixth realm.

"You lowly servant who won't listen to reason will have to suffer the consequences!"

The burly man transformed his left hand into a palm and slammed it down on the girl.

Duanmu Li's petite body twisted nimbly, avoiding the burly man's powerful palm strike.

At the same time, he exerted force from his waist, propelling the massive tomb blade upwards in a crescent-shaped black arc, slashing fiercely towards the burly man's waist and abdomen.

This is the starting stance of the "Blood Frenzy Blade Technique".

Although it's less powerful than Jiang Mu's overpowered cheat code.

But with the girl's fearless ruthlessness and the weight of the tomb knife, the power of this strike subtly carried some of Jiang Mu's spirit.

The dark-faced man's expression changed.

He clearly hadn't expected this seemingly delicate girl to unleash such a fierce and domineering counterattack.

He could only hastily change his move, crossing his arms to protect himself.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

The burly man was forced back five or six steps by the force before he regained his balance. He felt a tingling numbness in his arms and his blood surging within him.

Duanmu Li was also suffering.

The force of the recoil caused her tiger's mouth to split open, and blood seeped out.

After all, the two are at a completely different level.

The moment he landed, Duanmu Li used the momentum of the blade to propel himself up again, and the huge tomb blade slashed down towards the big man's head.

"You brat, you're asking for it!"

The dark-faced guard's eyes flashed with ferocity as he sidestepped the blade and lunged forward.

His punches and kicks were swift and ruthless, each move aimed at the vital points of young girls.

Although Duanmu Li's swordsmanship was exquisite, his strength and speed were completely suppressed. He barely managed to hold on for seven or eight rounds before being hit hard in the flat abdomen by a tricky side kick from his opponent.

"Hmm!"

The girl let out a muffled groan as her petite body flew backward, crashing heavily into the stone tablet before sliding to the ground.

She used the knife as a support to try to stand up, but couldn't help spit out a mouthful of blood, which stained her chest.

"You little bitch, you're pretty stubborn!"

The burly man with a dark face stepped forward, stomped on the girl's shoulder, and pressed her against the stone tablet, rendering her unable to move. "I'm giving you one last chance."

"Either you obediently get over there and save them right now! Or I'll smash your head open right now and kill you here!"

Duanmu Li tilted her little face up.

There was no fear on her beautiful, aloof face.

He stared at the other person with a cold gaze.

Staring at him by the girl, the dark-faced man felt embarrassed and a strange sense of irritation and anger welled up inside him.

"Damn it, they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!"

The dark-faced guard, enraged by her gaze, increased the pressure of his foot, grinding the girl's shoulder bones until they cracked. "I've changed my mind—I'll skin you alive first and hang you on this stone tablet, then we'll see if you're still tough!"

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He reached out and grabbed the girl's collar.

"I'll go save them."

Duanmu Li suddenly spoke.

The dark-faced guard paused, then grinned and sneered, "Why didn't you listen to me from the start? You scumbag needs to be taught a lesson. Go now!"

He loosened his leg.

Duanmu Li wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and slowly stood up, supporting herself with the tomb knife.

She glanced at the figure still weakly calling for help in the red mist, then at the two guards whose faces were full of urging and threats, and turned around expressionlessly, walking towards the red mist.

The two guards stared nervously at her retreating figure.

As long as this girl can drag Old Chen out, or even if she is entangled by the demon, they can take the opportunity to see the truth behind the red mist and then make further plans.

Seeing that the girl had safely reached her companion, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The dark-faced guard urged, "Quickly, help him over here!"

However, Duanmu Li did not help the guard who was lying on the ground, barely alive.

She stood in front of that person and glanced down at him.

Then he turned his head and stared at the dark-faced burly man and the thin-faced guard not far away. Under their astonished gazes, he raised his broadsword.

next second.

"Pfft!"

Hand up, knife down!

A head rolled to the ground.

Crimson blood gushed from the severed neck, some splashing onto the girl's body, adding a touch of tragic beauty.

The girl remained expressionless.

The square fell into a deathly silence.

The two guards were completely dumbfounded.