Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

Li Qian wouldn't let them succeed, and unleashed his Soul-Devouring Sword repeatedly.

As the dark light flashed by, several heads flew up one after another and rolled into the shadows.

The remaining two servant demons finally reached the fence.

Li Qian then closed in and swept his sword across, severing him at the waist.

The mangled corpse lay on the ground, and filthy blood flowed everywhere.

However, two of the gates in the innermost row of wooden cages were broken open.

The women in the cage were already half-dead, but they were startled by the sound of the gate opening. The things inside them began to thrash wildly, and they all let out screams.

The call didn't last long.

Because in the next instant, all that remained was the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart.

One sound after another echoed through the underground shack, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, the pregnant woman's belly bulged outwards, stretched to the point where it was as thin as paper.

Then it was forcibly torn apart by what was inside.

Blood plasma mixed with amniotic fluid sprayed all over the floor.

Emerging from the gaping wounds in the flesh were tiny yet incredibly sharp claws.

A pale, slippery head emerged from the mother's body.

However, it was the size of an infant, but did not resemble a human.

The skin and flesh are translucent, and you can see the bluish-black veins moving inside.

Only two grayish-white membranes covered the eye sockets, but the mouth was extremely large, stretching to the ears, with a mouthful of fine, sharp teeth, and the edges still hung with the flesh and blood of the mother.

They burst out of their bellies, emitting extremely sharp cries.

The next moment, several demon fetuses were covered in blood.

It leaped up from the remains of its mother, opened its sharp claws, and pounced on Li Qian.

Li Qian shifted his feet, and the Flowing Cloud Steps suddenly unfolded.

With a slight shift of his body, the demon fetus missed its target, brushing against the hem of his clothes.

The sharp claws gripped the wooden fence, making a screeching sound.

The Soul-Devouring Sword flashed with dark light.

The two demon fetuses that rushed the fastest were split open in mid-air, their filthy, black excrement spilling all over the ground.

This thing may be small, but it is extremely ferocious.

The remaining few scattered as soon as they touched the ground, no longer attempting a frontal attack.

They darted along the wooden fence and stone wall, as fast as a group of skinned gray rats.

For a moment, the squeaking sound was incessant.

Li Qian twirled his sword, shaking off the blood on it.

However, their gazes were not fixed on the demon fetus.

He could sense that with each demon fetus he slew, the demonic aura of the woman in the wooden cage beside him would surge by three points.

Using the mother's body as their nest and the demonic fetus as their guide, they are intertwined and share the same fate.

The more the demonic fetus dies, the more frenzied the mother becomes.

The more chaotic the mother's body, the more ferocious the unborn fetus.

Li Qian cleaved a gray rat that was scurrying along a pillar in two with a single sword stroke.

Looking at the shed full of wooden cages, he gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

"That's enough."

He already knew in his heart that these women were beyond saving.

His physical body was long gone, and demonic energy seeped into his very bones.

Even if they were born from demonic fetuses, they would only suffer in agony, with no chance of survival.

Since that's the case, it's better to give them a quick death.

Without further hesitation, Li Qian made a hand seal with his left hand and raised his sword with his right, his mind suddenly sharpening.

Within the Sumeru Precepts, the waters of the Baixi River moved in response to the thought.

A wisp of clear water, like a silver thread, emerges from within the body, flowing forth with a thought and surging at will.

In an instant, it transformed into a rushing stream of water, carrying a chilling aura, and swept out from behind him!

Suddenly, the mighty river appears in the narrow underground passage, its waters seeming to weigh a ton.

It circled around Li Qian, then suddenly pushed forward, like a white dragon emerging from its sheath, crashing angrily into the long corridor!

Anything caught in the current bursts apart instantly.

The few remaining demonic fetuses, still writhing about, were smashed into pools of bloody mud by the rushing water and swept away.

The blood and filth scattered on the ground disappeared completely when stirred up by the river.

Li Qian closed his five fingers again.

The water level changed abruptly.

The once rampaging Baixi River suddenly began to swirl within this underground shed.

One layer after another, the underground river churns like a dragon.

Layers of water waves swirled and churned inside the shed.

Finally, after all the filth in the shed had been washed away, Li Qian flicked his sleeves and slowly finished his incantation.

The surging water, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, then transformed into several clear streams, flowing back into the Sumeru Precepts.

Silence returned to the earth.

Only water droplets remained dripping from the stone wall.

There were also faint red bloodstains all over the ground that could not be washed away even after being repeatedly washed by the water.

Li Qian glanced down at them, his eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow.

Just as he was about to step inside.

Suddenly, behind the row of wooden cages at the deepest part, where the wooden fence and shadows had previously concealed a stone door, they discovered that it was hidden.

The door was only half-closed.

It was covered in old blood and grease, but after being washed by the river, its original outline was revealed.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to flick it.

A stream of residual water shot out and slammed open the door.

There was no demonic figure that immediately pounced out from behind the stone gate.

Instead, a hoarse laugh rang out, unhurried and calm, "What's all this noise?! I've already said the time isn't up yet, why are you in such a hurry to open the cages?"

"Tsk."

"These fetuses have been wasted in vain."

Before the words were finished, a figure slowly emerged from behind the door.

She was an old woman.

However, this one is different from the half-demon woman above.

Her hair was neatly combed and tied back, and she wore a greasy, shiny old apron.

On the apron, blood plasma dried and then wet again, layer upon layer, its color so dark it was almost black.

He was carrying a large pair of scissors in his hand.

The scissors were wide and long, with fresh blood and bits of flesh still clinging to the blade, dripping onto the ground as she walked.

She looked down at the underground shelter, which had been ravaged by the floodwaters.

His face showed no anger, only some annoyance.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at Li Qian.

"I clearly remember there being no river nearby, so how come it's so damp? Did you dry it?"

"He's much better than the previous one."

Li Qian stood with his sword drawn, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Who are you? Did you deliver a demon fetus?"

She grinned, revealing a set of old teeth.

He slowly raised the blood-stained scissors in his hand. "You destroyed my shed and didn't even apologize. What a temper you have."

The old woman chuckled softly upon hearing this. "But I'll do it."

"We have to receive human fetuses and demon fetuses. After doing it for a long time, there's not much difference."

She said she stepped over a broken piece of wooden fence.

The soles of the shoes made a sticky, soft sound, as if bits of meat were still stuck to them.

Stepping on the water stains, a pale red hue spreads out.

"You've probably seen it by now."

"This old woman has no choice."

"These mortal women are weak and shallow; they can't hold onto any good seed."

Li Qian's eyes turned slightly cold. "What's the purpose of this place? And who's your superior?"

Upon hearing this question, the old woman's smile deepened, and the wrinkles on her face all bunched up together.

"You're quite direct."

But at that moment, a burning sensation suddenly surged from the soul contract deep within Li Qian's sea of ​​consciousness!

It was the sensation of Xue Duanhunqi.

Xue Duan, is he dead?

At the same time, the tracking talisman in his sleeve silently turned to ashes and fell from his sleeve.

When a person dies, their vital energy dissipates.

Li Qian twirled his fingers, his expression growing increasingly calm.

But a hint of coldness was gradually seeping into his eyes.

The old woman, wearing an oil-stained apron, noticed his strange expression and slowly asked with a smile, "What is it?"

"But which young friend has encountered some mishap?"

"Where did the people who came in earlier go?"

"I'm an old woman, hard of hearing, and I might not be able to hear clearly."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Li Qian made a move.