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

The perception of the early stage of Void Refinement enveloped the blade, advancing along the coordinates marked by Lin Qingxue.

He "saw" the golden seed...

It was larger than he had imagined, with roots extending from all directions from the seed's surface, densely wrapping around the walls of Huan Yin's sea of ​​consciousness.

It's grown together with the blood vessels.

The first knife.

The blade severed a root.

Huanyin's body arched, and she let out a muffled groan.

A stream of golden liquid gushed out from the broken root, which was the remnant of Ye Futian's essence.

Zhou Ran's magic power promptly enveloped the broken surface, preventing the golden liquid from eroding the wall of Illusory Sound Consciousness Sea.

One.

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Article 3.

With each slice cut, Huanyin would tremble.

She bit her lip, and blood trickled down her lips, staining her chin red.

His dark red pupils were fixed on Zhou Ran's face, as if looking at him would allow him to hold on a little longer.

Article 40.

Lin Qingxue's voice came from the side, as steady as if she were counting off.

"The next two main channels are intertwined with the same-frequency soul imprints; you can't deviate even a fraction of an inch."

Zhou Ran's breathing stopped for a moment.

The Soul Imprint of the Same Frequency is the deepest connection between him and Huan Yin.

If this channel is accidentally damaged, Huan Yin's sea of ​​consciousness will collapse directly.

The blade moved forward half an inch.

"Deviating 0.3 points to the left."

Lin Qingxue said.

Zhou Ran made a slight adjustment to his wrist.

"cut."

A knife.

The moment the roots snapped, Huan Yin's soul imprint flashed violently.

The transmitted signal hissed once, then resumed.

The passageway is intact.

"Next."

Another stab.

Huan Yin's body went limp the moment the blade was withdrawn, and she gasped for breath.

The golden seed was uprooted from her sea of ​​consciousness and, under the burning of the Emperor-level dark patterns of the Primordial Black Blade, turned into a wisp of golden smoke and dissipated.

One hour.

He spent an hour cutting off each of Huanyin's 137 roots, one by one.

Zhou Ran's forehead was covered in sweat, and his right hand trembled slightly.

Without rest, they immediately turned to bloodlust.

……

Bloodlust didn't talk as much as Illusion.

She lay on the ground, her crimson pupils staring at the rock wall at the top of the mine, her teeth clenched so tightly they clicked.

When Zhou Ran's knife probed into her mind, her only reaction was to reach out and grab the hem of his clothes.

"Be gentle."

Two words: feeling stifled and suffocated, a stark contrast to his usual bloodthirsty and murderous nature.

Zhou Ran did not answer.

The blade peels away layer by layer.

The seeds within the bloodthirsty body were planted even deeper than those within the phantom sound.

Some roots had grown together with the foundation of her soul, and with each one that was peeled away, her whole body convulsed violently.

Cold sweat soaked through my clothes, then dried, then soaked through again.

Lin Qingxue kept her eyes glued to the data transmitted back by the Dharma Eye, her voice never faltering for a second.

"Left, up, then left again, stop, cut."

Bloodlust gritted his teeth and endured for an hour.

The moment the seeds were removed, she loosened her grip on Zhou Ran's clothes.

He collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed.

The hand that had loosened its grip swayed in the air before grabbing his wrist again.

"Zhou Ran."

His bloodthirsty voice was extremely hoarse.

"Um."

"...It hurts so much."

Just as Zhou Ran was about to turn around, the grip on his wrist tightened for a moment.

"It wasn't about the knife."

His bloodthirsty eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Thirty thousand years... He's been lying to me for thirty thousand years."

Zhou Ran looked into her eyes.

He bent down and used his fingers, stained with golden liquid and dark red blood, to tuck the stray hairs stuck to her forehead with sweat behind her ears.

"Post-war reckoning, remember?"

His bloodthirsty Adam's apple bobbed, then he turned his head away and said nothing more.

……

Jiuyou is the last one.

It's also the most difficult one.

Lin Qingxue's judgment was completely correct...

The golden seed within Jiuyou's body completely merged with her coffin burial law.

The roots had turned black and gold, inseparable from her own deathly aura.

After Zhou Ran's knife entered, it paused at the boundary of his consciousness for a full ten breaths.

He couldn't tell the difference.

"Qingxue."

"I'm watching."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Lin Qingxue's forehead, as the remaining essence of her Dharma Eye was operating at overload.

The flashing of silver light was two beats faster than before.

"Articles seven and nine are from the seed. Article eight is her own."

"You cut it wrong; her burial rules are now invalid."

Zhou Ran steadied his hand.

A knife.

Two cuts.

Three knives.

Jiuyou remained silent throughout.

Her body stiffened with each stroke of the knife, her lips remained tightly closed, and she didn't let out a single groan.

She just looked at Zhou Ran.

She stared at him without blinking, her eyes shifting from cold to warm, then from warm to painful.

The last root snapped under the blade of the Taihuang Black Blade.

The moment the golden seed was extracted from the Nine Netherworld Sea of ​​Consciousness...

Her deathly aura surged from her body, covering the entire seventh level of the Soul Abyss with a layer of black frost.

That deathly aura carried a mournful tone.

……

A cold, aged snort echoed from the void.

That cold snort pierced through the mine wall, through the array, and through the rules that Lin Qingxue had sealed off.

It was clearly delivered to everyone's ears.

After the cold snort, a voice followed.

It is somber and aged, with an arrogance and nonchalance accumulated over 30,000 years mixed in.

"Kid, I'll give you three days."

"Come to the Burial Grounds outside the Abyss of Souls in three days. I have something to say to you in person."

If you don't come...

He paused for a moment.

"I will personally go and bring those three disobedient girls back."

At the very instant the sound faded, a golden scroll materialized out of thin air.

With a piercing whistling sound, it landed squarely on the ground three inches in front of Zhou Ran's feet.

Two large characters are engraved on the surface of the scroll.

A challenge.

……

The golden scroll was nailed to the ground, its shaft embedded three inches into the stone, and its end was still trembling slightly.

The air on the seventh level of the Soul Abyss was filled with that ancient and tyrannical aura, making people feel suffocated.

Zhou Ran looked down at the challenge letter in front of him.

I didn't bend down to pick it up.

Behind them, the three empresses were in different situations.

Huanyin leaned against the coffin wall, her sea of ​​consciousness, which had just been stripped of its seeds, still throbbed with pain.

His dark red pupils stared at the golden scroll, and a smile that looked more like a grimace stretched across his lips.

Bloodlust propped himself up with his spear, his crimson pupils churning with a complex mix of emotions—hate and pain—that he couldn't quite define.

Jiuyou stood at the furthest point from Zhou Ran.

Her life force has mostly recovered.

The law of coffin burial became even purer after the seed was removed, like a knot that had been blocked for 30,000 years being pulled out of the body.

But her eyes were the most complex of the six women.

"Bring those three disobedient girls back."

Jiuyou repeated Ye Futian's original words, his voice cold and crisp.

"For 30,000 years, in his eyes, we are still his possessions."

Chen Ya jogged over from the entrance, carrying a military roster in her arms, followed by Xiao Hongli, who was holding a pen like a stick.

Hearing the commotion, the two hurried inside and saw the golden scroll nailed to the stone slab on the ground as they entered.

Xiao Hongli glanced at it and her gaze fell on the words "challenge letter".

"What does this mean?"

"This means that in three days, the former founder of the Demon Realm will come to discuss an acquisition with the current leader."

Zhou Ran's voice was dry.

"If you can't reach an agreement, then resort to violence."