I risked my life, using the butterfly effect to shatter the immortal realm.

Chapter 111 Since it can't be whitewashed, then let it be stained with the ultimate evil!

In the shadows, Mo Yuan's ten fingers left afterimages.

Within her closed-loop logic, built entirely from third-rate romance novels, the current chaos is not a disaster.

This was a grand "bride kidnapping".

"Since they can't be trusted, then I'll lock you up myself." Her eyes were empty yet fanatical. "The Thousand-Machine Heart-Locking Scheme, begin."

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The gears meshed, their menacing aura pressing directly towards the core of the formation.

However, the moment the powder mist touched the surface, the scene changed drastically.

Crunch!

The sharp blades softened into five-colored windmills, and the severing spiritual threads transformed into a sky full of colorful ribbons. Accompanied by cheerful tinkling sounds, the killing formation turned into a carousel.

Mo Yuan tilted her head: "The Domineering Immortal Lord's Amusement Park Proposal?"

She looked at Yu Liang in the center of the formation, a slight smile playing on her lips: "To please me, you changed the killing formation into a paradise—you really love me to death."

Yu Liang, who was tied to the center of the formation, could not hear this monologue that was enough to give him a stroke on the spot.

He was looking at the utterly collapsing world before him in despair.

The rules have collapsed, and logic has become deadlocked.

Killing has turned into flirting, royal power into cuckoldry, domineering into cuteness, and now even the most rigorous formations have become kindergarten toys.

"Good heavens, we need to pay more for this scene."

Rumble—

The earth roared, the pink bellyband on the surface of the tumor exploded, and countless black tentacles plunged into the ground.

The tumor rose from the ground and transformed into a ten-zhang-tall blood and flesh Buddha statue.

But this Buddha statue is not compassionate. Its entire body is interwoven with dark red muscles, and hundreds of tentacles wave behind it. The palm at the tip of each tentacle is doing the same thing: rubbing the thumb and forefinger together, "Give me money."

The most deadly thing is that face.

With delicate features and a cynical smile on his lips, he looked exactly like Yu Liang!

"Tsk tsk tsk————"

An old, mocking voice exploded in Yu Liang's mind.

"Look at that figure, that shamelessness—it's absolutely captivated you, kid."

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Qiongqi, while picking his toes, commented: "Especially those hundreds of hands begging for money, they're so well imitated. I even suspect you might be the offspring of someone else."

"Old ghost, you're still in the mood to watch a show?!" Yu Liang roared inwardly, "This thing's going to swallow me whole!"

"Eat you? Does it deserve it?"

Qiongqi's one eye flashed green light. "It's nothing but a deformed child who steals remnants of the laws, yet it dares to infringe upon my portrait rights—"

"You'll have to pay more."

The entire room fell silent.

Even the mutated muscular loli rabbits stopped chewing and stared blankly at the enormous "Yu Liang".

This is a boomerang of causal deception.

The lie created it, the willpower nourished it, and it instinctively imitated the man who owed so much debt that even the heavens couldn't account for it.

This golem not only looks like Yu Liang, but it also surpasses him in the rogue-like demeanor of "the one who owes money is the boss" and "I borrowed it by my own ability, why should I pay it back?"

"Yu Liang!!"

Xiao Wufeng whirled around, his eyes bloodshot as he pointed at the demonic statue: "It really was you!"

"I knew there couldn't be such an illogical variable like you in this world!" His voice trembled. "You're not a cultivator at all; you're just the human form of this subterranean demon!"

"This golem is irrefutable proof! It has your face, uses your Daoist aura! Even that nauseating aura of greed is exactly the same!"

"You've been deceiving us all along! You've been using the Qingxuan Sect to nourish your true form!"

"The so-called Purple Bamboo Peak is nothing but your den of iniquity!"

"Hehehe—" Qiongqi laughed so hard he rolled around in his sea of ​​consciousness, "Listen to this! This Xiao fellow's assist is absolutely perfect! This sky full of resentment, fear, and killing intent—kid, this is going to be a feast!"

The logic is complete.

Why is Yu Liang able to disregard the rules?

Why is there a pig that can devour laws by his side?

Why was he able to turn a sacred trial into a debt collection scene?

Because he's not even human!

He is a demon!

It is an unparalleled demon lurking in the heart of the righteous path!

"Kill him!"

"We cannot allow him to return to his original position! If he merges with the demonic statue, the Qingxuan Sect will surely perish!"

"Die, you demon!"

Although the disciples of the Enforcement Hall around them were holding scallions and cucumbers, at this moment, the fear of the unknown overwhelmed the absurdity before them.

Countless murderous gazes pierced the air, like tangible swords.

They locked onto Yu Liang, who was at the heart of the formation.

Yu Liang stared at the monster with his own face on its tentacles, its mind racing.

How dare you blame me for this?

Is it wrong to be handsome?!

This broken stone is clearly infringing on portrait rights!

"Fellow seniors, if I didn't tell you this is a misunderstanding, and that this stone is simply idolizing my good looks, would you believe me?"

Yu Liang swallowed hard, trying to make a final struggle.

Nobody believes it.

Even Pigsy subtly shifted his position, giving off an "I don't know him" look.

Before Yu Liang could even come up with a way to argue his case...

The flesh-and-blood Buddha statue seemed to sense the presence of the "mother".

Or perhaps it sensed the immense karmic debt on Yu Liang's body, enough to fill its stomach.

Whoosh!

A thick tentacle shot out like lightning and wrapped around Yu Liang's waist.

"Ouch! Be gentle! We can't ruin the kidneys!"

The next second, Yu Liang was placed steadily on top of the flesh and blood Buddha statue.

The tentacles loosened, baring their fangs and claws behind him like loyal guards.

From below, Yu Liang stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, with writhing flesh beneath his feet and a chaotic dance of demons behind him.

At this moment, he was no longer a despicable disciple of Purple Bamboo Peak, but an unparalleled demon lord who had descended upon the world.

"It's over."

Looking down at the dense killing intent below, Yu Liang's legs cramped.

"Stop trembling! You spineless coward!" Qiongqi's raspy voice boomed, "You represent my reputation now! If you dare wet your pants, I'll drain your lifespan!"

"Old Ghost, how do we break this situation?!"

"Use its power to suppress these pigs!"

Qiongqi laughed maniacally and sinisterly, "Since they've decided you're a demon, then you are a demon! As long as you act convincingly enough, this lump of rotten flesh will be your dog!"

Yu Liang was taken aback.

That gambler's nature, deeply ingrained in his bones, resonated with Qiongqi's madness in the face of desperation.

Since it can't be whitewashed—

Then dye it even darker!

If I act convincingly enough, even the real can become fake!

As long as I stand tall enough, you can only look up at me!

Yu Liang took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his trembling legs.

The panic on his face vanished instantly.

Instead, there is a cold indifference and arrogance that comes from seeing through the ways of the world.

He suddenly drew the rusty, broken sword from his waist and raised it high.

"Cooperate, old ghost," Yu Liang growled inwardly. "Consider this appearance fee a debt of ten thousand spirit stones!"

"Ten thousand? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?" Qiongqi chuckled in his mind. "At least fifty thousand! Plus that bit of Daoist 'karmic' essence on this monster!"

"make a deal!"

Since you all say I am a demon.

Then I'll put on the biggest show for you guys!

"You beast!"

Yu Liang's words thundered like spring thunder.

The sound, amplified by a phonograph already concealed in his sleeve, resounded throughout the venue, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

And — the anger of disappointment and frustration.

"I merely took a nap, and you dare to come out and stir up trouble?!"

"Disgraceful creature! Who gave you the appearance you deserve? Do you think you can imitate my heroic bearing?"

"Trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog!"

The rusty sword in his hand was pointed directly at the golem at his feet.

"Get back in your place!"

hum!

It seems to be to complement his performance.

Or perhaps they were attracted by this feast of cause and effect.

The rusty sword in his hand, which had been feigning death, suddenly came to life.

"Hehehe—Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"

The greedy roar that only Yu Liang could hear came from the sword.

The withered phantom of Qiongqi even briefly appeared on the sword, opening its blood-red maw and drooling non-existent saliva at the golem at its feet.

As for this malevolent sword named "Qiongqi," which is actually a "loophole in the Heavenly Dao,"...

The golem in front of me is not a monster.

It was a Manchu Han Imperial Feast!

It doesn't crave flesh and blood, but rather the chaotic, disordered, and even reality-altering "error code" emanating from this monster.

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A crimson sword beam, as red as blood, suddenly erupted from the rusted iron and shot straight into the sky.

That was no ordinary light; it was a materialized manifestation of Qiongqi's laws of "greed" and "gluttony."

It instantly tore apart the pink mist that filled the sky.

"Waaah"

The arrogant, flesh-and-blood Buddha statue sensed the aura of a higher-ranking, more unreasonable, and more greedy "creditor" above it.

The massive body actually stiffened for a moment.

It instinctively sensed fear.

That's like a petty thug meeting a Mafia godfather, or a debt-ridden brat encountering the King of Hell.

The once wildly dancing tentacles drooped in fear, and countless eyeballs revealed anthropomorphic terror.

This scene, however, presented a completely different picture to everyone else.

That was the Demon Lord reprimanding his out-of-control mount.

That is the absolute control that the superiors have over the subordinates.

That was—the true power of the demon!

Rumble—

The main peak of the Qingxuan Sect trembled violently once again, and the golden light of the mountain-protecting array began to flicker.

It was as if even the heavens and earth were terrified of this "awakened" being.

Inside the Taiqing Hall.

Xuanweizi looked at the figure in the water mirror, standing atop the demon statue, holding a blood sword, and who could scare away demons with a single word.

His face was ashen white.

The teacup in my hand had long since turned to dust.

Behind him, the memorial tablets of the patriarchs of all generations collapsed one after another without warning.

It makes a crisp sound.

It was as if they were bowing down to some unspeakable being.

pat.

pat.

The jade walnut in Tianjizi's hand was shattered into powder.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the star chart in front of him red.

Those eyes, usually so sharp and rational, were now wide open and bloodshot.

Staring intently at the figure, his voice trembled uncontrollably: "A terrible omen—"

"This isn't a variable—it's destiny! This is the destiny of destruction!"

"The earth's veins reverse, cause and effect are reversed—"

"The Demonic Dao has awakened!"