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

"Cough cough cough!"

The young master of the Scorpion Clan, who was at the forefront, was sprayed all over his face, his eyes stung, and tears streamed down his face.

"Ptooey! This powder is highly poisonous!"

"Poison? Swallow it, you bastard!"

These are your father's descendants!

The mushroom spirit retreated desperately, screaming loudly.

"Want to eat me?"

Try Dad's Spore Powder first!

Was it good?

anything else?

Beg me!

A group of vicious cultivators were thrown into disarray and fled in panic by a mushroom that spewed out a string of curses.

Several low-level rogue cultivators immediately bled from their seven orifices, collapsed to the ground, and fell silent.

Su Qingwu's eyes twitched as she watched.

This scene was truly bizarre.

Zhou Ran showed no sign of a smile.

He squinted, his gaze fixed on the transparent area stirred up by the air currents from the crowd.

Those people can't see it.

But under his demonic gaze, the chaotic mass called "Yi" was enraged by the blood and energy of the living.

Its actions of devouring the Lingxu Dharma Seal paused, and it stopped. Suddenly, its malice turned towards the crowd, carrying the greed of someone who had just tasted meat.

It turned its "head".

A gigantic, boundless maw silently split open, covering half the sky.

Those cultivators, blinded by the spore powder, had no idea that their deaths were imminent.

"Amitabha……"

Master Lingxu let out a sorrowful sigh, and his thin, withered hands slowly fell to his sides.

He was completely powerless to resist.

"Retreat now!"

Although Su Qingwu couldn't see the monster, her cultivator's instincts made her hair stand on end, and her hand was already on the hilt of her sword.

Zhou Ran grabbed her hand and, without saying a word, pulled her and the already limp Su Qingling into his arms, then retreated ten feet backward.

"It's too late."

Zhou Ran's eyes gleamed with purple light as he stared ahead.

Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.

He wanted to see for himself how this thing killed people.

next moment.

The Scorpion Sect's young master, who was at the forefront, still had a greedy, maniacal grin on his face.

No sound.

There was no bloodshed or carnage.

His outstretched hand simply vanished into thin air.

Next comes the arms, then the shoulders, then the head.

A living person is like a picture drawn on paper, which is ruthlessly erased by an invisible hand.

That spot was now completely empty.

The Grand Elder of Wuji Sect, who was right behind him, didn't even have time to react before crashing headfirst into that "blank space".

"Well--"

The short, muffled groan was abruptly cut off.

The elder's body was also gone.

The remaining half of the body lurched forward two more steps due to inertia, and a fountain of blood mixed with internal organs gushed out from the smooth, mirror-like incision at the waist and abdomen!

pat.

Half a warm piece of intestine fell to the ground.

The book "Jin Ping Mei," which the mushroom spirit treasured, also fell into the pool of blood with a thud.

The mushroom spirit's cap froze.

Its two mycelia hung in mid-air, looking at the half-corpse on the ground, and then at the rare book stained with blood.

"I...I'm fucking..."

All the monks blinded by greed could never have imagined that what they were smashing open with their flesh and blood was the gate to hell.

There were no screams, no wails.

There was no sound from this place.

A living person was "erased" in full view of everyone.

This unexpected way of dying is far more horrifying than any form of torture.

The chaotic mass that had devoured the essence, blood, and souls of several cultivators changed color from transparent to an ominous, murky gray.

"Amitabha……"

Master Lingxu sighed again beneath the ancient stele, his compassionate eyes dimming.

hum-

A soft, crisp sound.

After absorbing enough living souls, the golden Brahma seal was shattered from the inside, breaking into countless points of light that dissipated into the gray mist.

puff!

Master Lingxu could no longer maintain his golden body, and he spat out a mouthful of dark golden life essence blood.

He fell backward, his breath becoming extremely weak.

The golden statue is broken!

With all restraints removed, the "Yi" let out a silent roar, causing the entire space to shift.

It ignored the terrified ants and rushed straight towards the source of the spiritual energy in this place—the white umbrella tree that had become a spirit.

"It's all over! It's all over!"

The old bald monk can't hold on any longer!

"I'm going to be boiled into soup!"

The mushroom spirit was so frightened that it covered its head and plopped itself into the ground, leaving only its huge cap outside, trembling like a leaf.

"master!"

Zhou Ran took a step forward and was already beside Ling Xu, using demonic energy to protect his heart meridian.

"Young benefactor..."

Hurry up...

This thing cannot be defeated by force...

Lingxu's voice was faint and weak.

Zhou Ran did not answer, but simply nodded to the old monk.

He stood up, alone, facing the onrushing gray chaos.

go?

That's not Zhou Ran's style of doing things.

Besides, this foul-mouthed mushroom can't die yet.

"Back off!"

Zhou Ran roared, and the sound wave made the Su sisters stagger back several steps.

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and his Zanpakuto materialized out of thin air amidst the demonic energy.

There was no probing, no hesitation whatsoever.

Since this monster is heading straight for the mushroom, let's kill it before it succeeds!

Zhou Ran's demonic energy surged within him, pouring into the blade without reservation!

With a furious strike, he slashed horizontally across the path that chaos was bound to take!

"Die!"

A condensed blade of light sliced ​​through the viscous air, descending with the force of splitting a mountain!

But what Zhou Ran saw made his heart sink.

The blade of light pierced straight through the gray chaos upon contact.

There was no explosion.

There were no obstacles.

It didn't even cause the slightest ripple.

The strike missed its mark and vanished into nothingness.

Physical attacks are pointless against it!

"What?!"

Zhou Ran was startled.

He had anticipated that the slash wouldn't be fatal, but he hadn't expected it wouldn't even cause the most basic impact.

This thing is like a shadow; it doesn't even exist within the physical rules of this place!

"Yi" didn't even pay attention to him; his only target was that mushroom from beginning to end.

But as its massive body passed through Zhou Ran's blade of light, a savage repulsive force struck Zhou Ran's chest from its side.

That was not an attack.

It was a meteorite that crashed into Earth, and Zhou Ran was just a speck of dust in the atmosphere.

boom!

Zhou Ran was blasted away, his body arcing through the air before crashing into the rock wall behind him.

The entire valley trembled.

Gravel tumbled down, leaving a deep, human-shaped pit in the rock face.

"Cough... Pfft!"

Zhou Ran slid down the rock wall, knelt on one knee, and spurted out a mouthful of dark blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

All the ribs in his chest were broken, and his internal organs were turned into a mess by that irresistible force.

Pain swept over his entire body, making his vision go black.

Just then, in the shadows in the distance.

Several natives from southern Xinjiang, dressed in black robes and with their faces painted, watched all of this with cold indifference.

Instead of taking the passage opened up by the Wuji Sect, they used a unique secret technique to bypass the outer poisonous miasma.

The old priest at the head of the group leaned on his bone staff, watching Zhou Ran's discomfiture, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.

"The cultivators of the Central Plains are indeed all brainless brutes."

The young woman behind him asked in a low voice:

"Grandpa, those mushrooms..."

"No rush."

The old priest narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping greedily over the white parasol tree and the Su sisters on the ground.

"Our chance to act will be when that young man dies and the monster is undergoing its transformation after consuming the elixir."

"At that time, we'll take those two rare 'furnaces' with us as well."