Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

"You wretched dog."

Upon hearing this, the old woman in the black robe's face wrinkled up.

"Truly an ungrateful creature." A thin snake suddenly darted out from his sleeve, aiming straight for Liu Haoshen's nape.

It was clearly an attempt to silence them.

This person cannot die.

"At least, I can't die now."

Li Qian made a decision immediately.

No matter how many filthy things he has done, he is now a living witness.

He immediately changed tactics, his feet moving with the speed of wind as he suddenly charged forward.

He slashed diagonally across, blocking Liu Haoshen's path.

The sword in his hand spun rapidly, twisting in mid-air.

The slender snake was still in the air when it was split in two by the black ray.

It broke in two and fell into the mud, twisting and turning.

With a flash of light, the Sumeru Ring absorbed the poisonous mist into its sleeve.

The mountain woman was utterly shocked.

"Is this child not human? What does he possess in his sleeve that can contain my chaotic blood poison mist?"

Liu Haoshen felt a chill run down his neck. He turned around and saw the small snake writhing on the ground. He was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

At this moment, Li Qian was already standing between Liu Haoshen and the Mountain Goddess.

He held a sword in one hand, and the spiritual light still lingered in his sleeve.

Corpses lay strewn all around, blood flowed freely, banners of mourning were in disarray, and lanterns glowed a ghastly green.

The survivors in the stone cell were panting heavily.

The half-demon servants outside were also too shocked by this series of massacres to step forward.

The mountain goddess suddenly laughed, a dry and grating laugh, "Good, quite a skill indeed."

She took a step forward, leaning on her bone cane.

His withered half-face twitched slightly under the pale green light.

Staring at Li Qian's sleeve and the black sword in his hand, his eyes still held a look of surprise and doubt.

"In all my years, I've never seen anyone like you, daring to hide even the chaotic blood poison mist in your sleeve."

"I really underestimated you, you hothead."

She paused gently with her bone staff.

thump.

The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like it was striking the very earth's veins at Laoya'ao.

The next instant, a pale white light suddenly enveloped the area around the top of the valley, and it began to fall in fine, dense drops from the darkness.

At first it resembled mist, then it turned into rain.

Li Qian gazed at the strange phenomena around him, and the phrase "I'd rather be myself" shone brightly in his mind.

This layer of white rain, at first glance, appears ethereal and swaying, seemingly both real and illusory.

However, the subtle and insidious intent within had already seeped out, using illusion to conceal the truth.

Li Qian flipped his hands upwards.

The Soul-Devouring Sword gleamed with dark light and pointed diagonally into the night sky from his palm.

Another low-grade flying sword also flew out, hovering beside him, its cold light chilling.

Both swords were drawn simultaneously.

The next moment, the white rain arrived.

Thin, pale snakes, as thin as silver threads, used illusions to conceal their forms and swooped down from all directions!

It was so densely packed that it made my scalp tingle.

Li Qian wielded his twin swords with lightning speed.

For a moment, all that could be seen was a mixture of dark light and cold gleam, forming a dense, impenetrable circle around him.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle sizzle sizzle—

The sounds of cutting continued incessantly.

One by one, the small snakes were twisted into pieces, and the white fluid from their corpses was poured down like rain.

But this white downpour seemed to have no end.

It kept falling, layer upon layer.

Snakes were falling from the entire Laoya'ao.

Li Qian frowned slightly. This old hag was actually able to use the terrain here to perform magic.

This kind of technique, which borrows land and connects with the terrain and veins of a mountain, is quite rare in the True Spirit Continent.

Unexpectedly, he stumbled upon this in the mundane realm of the Great Japanese Empire.

But right now is clearly not the time to think about it in detail.

Amidst the rain of snakes, the pale white mother snake had raised her head.

White eyes, menacing gaze; a snake's tongue flickers.

As it raised its head, countless soft rustling sounds echoed from all directions around Laoya'ao.

Li Qian slashed at the snake while glancing at it out of the corner of his eye.

In the muddy crevices of the valley, tiny creatures, awakened, are densely converging towards this side.

At first glance, it resembles a dark, surging tide.

Seeing this, the mountain goddess stood leaning on her cane and grinned strangely.

"An impolite and uninvited guest has arrived."

"Then I'll have the whole of Laoya'ao play with you."

At that moment, a series of labored, rapid breaths came from inside the stone cell.

Then, the surviving member of the Demon Slayer Division with the broken leg managed to lift his head.

His lips were covered in black, bloody foam, but his eyes were fixed on the old woman in black robes in front of him, as if he recognized something, and his whole body was trembling.

"She...she's not...she's not some wild monster from the mountains..."

"Demons...the demon race..."

With each word he uttered, the man coughed violently.

"Demon race...priest..."

"The North... an old case... it was her..."

Before he could finish speaking, he began to cough violently, and small snakes crawled out of his mouth and nose.

He collapsed to the ground and fell silent.

Demon priest?

Li Qian sighed inwardly, regretting that he only knew the art of killing.

It's difficult to leave these Demon Slayers alive.

Upon hearing this, the Mountain Goddess slowly turned her head and glanced at the survivor with the severed leg.

"There are still people in the south who recognize this old woman?"

"This is truly unexpected."

As she spoke, she slightly raised her bone cane.

The banners summoning souls fluttered wildly all around, while a swarm of snakes roared on the ground.

The pale white mother snake suddenly arched her body.

Li Qian knew he couldn't let her build up her strength.

If this drags on any longer, she will completely awaken all the snakes, insects, and evil spirits in the entire valley.

Once he made up his mind, he made the first move.

With a single step, the mud and water exploded!

They went straight for the Mountain Goddess.

The Mountain Goddess seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

As she saw Li Qian charging towards her, a ghostly fire suddenly blazed from the half-bone of the beast on the tip of her staff.

The ghastly blue flames, like a venomous python spitting its tongue, hurtled straight for Li Qian's heart.

At the same time, the pale white mother snake on the ground suddenly sprang up and coiled around the wisp of green flame.

It transformed into a strange shadow entwined with snakes and flames, attacking viciously from the side and below.

Their collaboration was extremely insidious and ruthless.

Li Qian's pupils contracted slightly, and his gait suddenly changed.

The "Parting Waves and Flowing Clouds Step" shifted from advancing to sideways, the body twisting mid-air to narrowly avoid the azure fire.

But the mother snake seemed to have anticipated his evasive maneuver, rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth to bite.

Li Qian snorted coldly and pressed down with his sword.

clang!

The snake's fangs were biting right on the spine of the sword, producing a series of piercing, sharp sounds.

Meanwhile, his right hand, wielding the Soul-Devouring Sword, swung up diagonally, its dark light blazing as it slashed straight at the snake's neck!

The mountain god grandma turned over her withered hand and sealed the bone staff horizontally.

With a clang!

Sword and staff clashed, and dark light and blue flames exploded simultaneously.

The force of the energy suddenly surged outwards, causing the mud and water to churn and the bone pillars to tremble violently.

Two nearby banners for summoning souls were torn in two by a strong wind.

Li Qian's body slid back half a step.

The mountain goddess was also shaken, her robes billowing.

Several nearby half-demons screamed as they were thrown away by the aftershocks.

The first encounter was a lightning-fast one.

The mountain god's staff lay askew, her black robe billowing.

Although the smile on his face hadn't faded, a look of seriousness was clearly visible in his cloudy old eyes.

The banners were tattered all around, and wisps of black smoke dripped out from the broken ends of the banners.

The black mist, upon touching the mud and water, condensed into distorted and blurry human faces.

Whether they cried or laughed, their laughter was quickly washed away by the mud and snake blood beneath their feet.

It turned into pools of murky black vapor, seeping back into the earth.

The mountain goddess's eye twitched slightly.

That fleeting look of heartache did not escape Li Qian's notice.

He exhaled a breath of stale air; this place was, after all, an evil place that the old witch had been cultivating for who knows how many years.

If one still wants to rely solely on movement techniques and flying swords to wear down the opponent as before, it would be too foolish.

Without further hesitation, Li Qian swept his hand back and shoved the unconscious Liu Haoshen into a corner of the stone cell at the back.