After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Chapter 435 Beneath the Skin

"Your pain can stabilize the ancient laws."

"Penglai nurtured you, not to make you an ordinary disciple."

Xu Youwei smiled.

The sound was so light that it was almost drowned out by the chanting within the ritual array.

Zhou Ran heard a faint sound from her palm bones.

She can't afford to make a rash decision.

With every word Xu Youning spoke, she was pushing her toward the old sacrificial altar.

If Xu Youwei takes one step forward, the silver eye in her palm will connect with the sacrificial mark on her left eye, and her soul will be dragged in.

Zhou Ran raised his hand and pressed down on her shoulder.

We still have to wait.

We must wait until the remnant soul of the first generation truly emerges.

Xu Youning said, "You don't need to hate me."

"Your value lies in being able to dedicate yourself to the planet Earth."

Zhou Ran turned her head to look at Xu Youwei.

"Did you hear me?"

Xu Youwei looked up.

Zhou Ran said, "If anyone in Penglai talks to you about value again, beat them up first."

Xu Youwei was stunned for a moment.

The cold fire that was about to burst through her reason was forcefully suppressed by those words.

She replied softly, "I've got it."

Zhou Ran withdrew his hand.

As long as they can listen to it.

This girl isn't afraid of death now, but rather of being pressured back onto the altar by the word "righteousness." That makes things easier. Whoever dares to pressure her, he'll be the first to be crushed to the ground.

Xu Youning looked at Zhou Ran.

"You're too late."

The sacrificial patterns beneath the feet of the nine disciples of the Discipline Hall lit up.

The silver needles pierced deep into the space between the eyebrows. The veins on the foreheads of the nine people bulged, and they still uttered ancient scriptures between their lips.

Each thin thread at the end of the needle was stretched taut, connecting to the silver-gray sacrificial patterns on the ground, dragging their souls toward their left eyes.

Within Xu Youning's abdominal soul pouch, the ancient chanting voice grew ever clearer.

"His left eye has opened half a step."

"The power you wield is insufficient to suppress the ancient laws here."

Zhou Ran raised the white bone pen.

His blood was still on the tip of the pen.

"Who said I was going to bet?"

Xu Youning's eyes darkened.

"The killing formation begins."

All nine disciples raised their hands at the same time.

The sacrificial patterns transformed into nine silver-gray chains, heading straight for Zhou Ran's dantian.

They do not target the physical body, but directly target the gray patterns of the nascent soul.

really.

Xu Youning knew he was the key, and also knew that the Moon Emperor wanted his gray pattern.

Her first move was to seize the key; once the gray pattern was locked, her left eye could follow the line to deprive her right hand of its crippling power.

He's very shrewd.

But she overlooked one thing.

Zhou Ran had just emerged from the right-hand plane.

The white bone brush writes characters in mid-air.

"Outer formation ineffective."

As the four characters were completed, the four corners of the sacrificial array collapsed by half an inch, and the silver-gray patterns were nailed to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the sacrificial runes beneath the feet of the nine disciples exploded simultaneously.

The silver-gray chain had only gone three zhang (approximately 10 meters) when it was severed.

All nine people coughed up blood.

The silver needle between the eyebrows was also shaken out half an inch.

Xu Youning's expression finally changed.

"The right hand holds the pen..."

The nine disciples of the Discipline Hall raised their heads, their eyes filled with fear.

"How could that be?"

"Ancient laws suppress Nascent Soul cultivators, so what right does he have to change the formation?"

"Is that the power of the Heavenly Corpse's right hand?"

Zhou Ran drew his sword and stepped forward.

"You got it right."

"I'll reward you by sparing your lives."

One disciple roared, "Those who blaspheme the ancient laws deserve to die!"

He pulled out the silver needle from between his eyebrows and lunged at Xu Youwei.

"The offerings should be returned to their rightful place!"

Xu Youwei's right palm suddenly lit up with a silver eye.

The remaining patterns of the sacrificial array were affected by it.

She swayed slightly.

Zhou Ran's gaze darkened.

court death.

These people may be useful in life, but that doesn't mean they can touch Xu Youwei.

The Taihuang Black Blade remained unsheathed.

He lifted his foot and stomped down.

The disciple's kneecap shattered on the spot, and he was crushed into the grayish-white bone layer.

Zhou Ran flicked his wrist.

The Purple-Gold Law descended.

"The meridians are severed."

The sound of bones cracking rang out one after another.

The disciple's meridians in all four limbs were destroyed, and his ancient true essence was forcibly sealed off.

He lay on the ground, only intermittent breaths coming from his throat.

Zhou Ran looked at the other eight people.

"Who still wants to fulfill their filial duties to the Moon Emperor?"

The eight people's faces were drained of color.

Some people want to quit.

The demonic corpses had already surrounded them, their black armor forming a wall.

Zhou Ran did not kill him.

Killing them now would be quick and easy, but it would also destroy the evidence. The mess that Penglai has to be cleansed up by the living, piece by piece.

He pointed at each person.

"Sever."

With each word spoken, a disciple of the Discipline Hall suffered shattered meridians, the silver needle between their eyebrows was ejected, and the ancient laws of their soul sea were sealed.

All nine people collapsed to the ground.

The person is still alive.

His cultivation was ruined.

Xu Youwei watched this scene and slowly loosened her fingers.

Zhou Ran said, "I'll leave it to you."

Xu Youwei looked up.

"What?"

"evidence."

Zhou Ran pointed to the nine disciples.

"They are more useful alive than dead."

"The story of Penglai cannot be told solely based on corpses."

Xu Youwei's throat moved.

"Thanks."

Zhou Ran said, "Don't rush to thank me."

"The one in the back is even harder to capture alive."

Xu Youning stood in the center of the sacrificial array without obstructing the process.

She watched as her nine disciples were crippled, her expression remaining completely unchanged.

Xu Youwei said coldly, "They are also your disciples."

Xu Youning said, "They have fulfilled their value."

Xu Youwei grasped the broken hairpin.

Zhou Ran glanced at her.

"Write this down."

Xu Youwei nodded.

"I've got it."

Zhou Ran stared at Xu Youning's abdomen.

She's too steady.

She wasn't worried about the loss of nine disciples. She wasn't worried about the broken sacrificial array either.

She wasn't waiting for those nine people.

She waited for the things inside the soul pouch to awaken.

Xu Youning's abdominal sac suddenly throbbed violently.

The old man's chanting stopped.

Zhou Ran lowered his eyes.

"wrong."

Yue Zhao's ghostly figure appeared behind Xu Youning, and she spoke a little faster.

"It's awake."

Xu Youning looked down at her abdomen.

For the first time, that usually expressionless face showed signs of pain.

The ancient patterns on the surface of the soul pouch cracked.

A thin, dry hand emerged from inside.

The skin is close to the finger bones, and the finger joints are slender.

That hand pressed against Xu Youning's brow.

Xu Youning was startled.

The silvery-gray film faded from under her eyes, only to be replaced by an even darker color.

Xu Youwei took half a step back.

"Uncle-Master?"

Zhou Ran raised his hand to stop her.

Don't go over there.

Going there now would be suicide.

Xu Youning's lips moved slightly.

The voice at the exit has changed.

Aged, gentle, and hoarse, it carries the dust of thirty thousand years.

"Thirty thousand years."

"Penglai has finally received the real key."

Zhou Ran raised his knife.

"The first Pavilion Master?"

Xu Youning's abdomen was completely ruptured.

There was no blood.

Only a sac of ancient light hung in front of him.

Inside the light capsule, an old face opened its eyes.

The nine disqualified disciples of the Discipline Hall, upon seeing that face, prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed.

"Grandmaster..."

The color drained from Xu Youwei's face little by little.

She had seen that face before at the Penglai Ancestral Temple.

The portrait enshrined depicts Xu Wentian, the first head of the pavilion.

Zhou Ran did not make a move rashly.

We need to first determine whether this thing is the remnant soul of the first generation, or a skin that the Moon Emperor is wearing by borrowing the remnant soul of the first generation.

If I were to strike now, my left eye might just open up.

Xu Youning cannot die.

At least for now, I can't die.

Yue Zhao once said that once the remnant soul of the first generation enters the left eye, the path to returning to the soul will be completed ahead of schedule.

Zhou Ran tightened his grip on the knife slightly.

This kind of situation—where you can't kill them, you can't let them go, and you have to capture them alive—is the most troublesome.

next interest.

Xu Youning's face also cracked.

From the center of the forehead to the jawline, the creases open up.

The skin and flesh roll up to both sides.

What's open inside isn't an eye.

It was the face of a young man.

He had handsome features and a cold, stern expression.

He looks almost exactly like Xu Changling when he was young.

Xu Youwei stood frozen in place.

The broken hairpin in her hand almost fell.

Zhou Ran lowered her brow bone.