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

The frosty moonlight shone down, covering the collapsed, desolate graves in the mass grave.

Zhou Ran stood still, and the muscles in his left arm bulged.

scoff!

The sleeves ripped apart inch by inch, and shreds of cloth flew like black snow.

The dark, unicorn-like arm was clearly visible, its scales black and cold.

At the seams of the armor plates, dark red flames flickered intermittently, resembling molten lava surging beneath the earth's crust.

"A scoundrel."

Zhou Ran lowered his eyelids, spread his fingers wide on his left hand, and suddenly clenched his fist in the air.

The target was not Haruko, but a samurai who was focused on preparing a sneak attack.

His grasp was not merely an empty fist; a terrifying suction force arose out of nowhere, causing the surrounding airflow to collapse, as if his palm were the point of collapse that devoured everything.

Beneath their feet, the shadows that had blended seamlessly with the night twisted and distorted, and a figure stumbled and fell.

The Black Dragon King's ninja was skilled in Shadow Escape, but right now it seemed as if his neck was being gripped by iron clamps, his legs were dangling in the air and kicking wildly, and a gurgling sound came from his throat under the mask.

"come over."

Zhou Ran clenched his fists tightly.

Click!

The ninja's body shot forward uncontrollably, deliberately ramming his neck into Zhou Ran's palm.

After the cracking sound, the cervical vertebrae turned into bone fragments.

The corpse flew out and smashed through half of a broken monument.

"That's it?"

Zhou Ran casually flicked the dust off the corner of his clothes.

Haruko Abe's pretty face turned deathly pale. She bit her tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and her hands flew as she formed hand seals.

"Shikigami: Oni Warrior!"

The soil churned and boiled.

Three enormous figures, each over ten feet tall, crashed through the ground.

These monsters were clad in rotten Warring States period armor, wielded massive, rusty swords, and had eerie green phosphorescent flames flickering deep within their eye sockets.

Their bodies radiated a murderous aura, indicating that they were all approaching the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

"Kill him!"

Haruko issued a stern order.

The three demon warriors roared and charged forward, their footsteps causing the ground to tremble. Their long swords, accompanied by a foul stench, slashed down, and sword shadows appeared in all directions.

Zhou Ran looked closely and saw that although these three ghost warriors were powerful.

However, it is far inferior to the eighteen bronze statues I saw at Zhenhun Temple half a year ago.

In terms of the precision of their construction and the precision of their energy flow, there is no comparison whatsoever.

Compared to before, he now possesses the Qilin Arm and the Demon Eyes that can see through all illusions, making these three demon warriors a piece of cake for him.

"Scrap metal."

Zhou Ran stood firmly on his feet, neither dodging nor avoiding, but raised his left arm with his five fingers clenched.

A bright red glow shone through the scales on his arms, heat waves rolled, and the surrounding light was distorted by the high temperature.

Bang!

The fist was thrust out, meeting the blade head-on.

The weapon, forged from refined steel, melted into molten iron the moment it touched the fist.

The force of the punch had not diminished and pierced straight through the Oni Warrior's chest.

His figure swayed, and his whip-like kick swept across the battlefield.

The second Oni Warrior's head shattered.

Before the third blade could fall, his face was grabbed by one hand and he was slammed into the ground!

The soil flew up and created a half-meter deep pit.

In less than three breaths.

Haruko's most relied-upon trump cards have all been rendered useless.

"Any other tricks up your sleeve?"

Zhou Ran stepped over the corpses, his eyes filled with mockery.

Haruko trembled violently, a fear stemming from instinct.

This person's cultivation level is definitely above that of a Jonin.

They might even be able to reach the threshold of becoming a ninja!

That is, the Golden Elixir in the Xia Kingdom system!

In that brief moment of energy flow, a sudden change occurred!

There was no wind, no sound, and not even any murderous intent.

The shadow beneath Zhou Ran's feet seemed to wriggle as if it were alive.

A withered, ghostly claw emerged from the shadows, its nails purplish-black and emitting a foul stench, aimed straight for Zhou Hou's vital point!

This attack was swift as lightning and extremely insidious.

The protective aura was as fragile as paper and shattered instantly.

puff!

The five fingers pierced through the skin and flesh, embedding themselves beside the spine.

Hehehe!

"You little bastard, you're still too green!"

A sinister laugh echoed.

Song Wuji's gaunt figure emerged from the shadows.

He had been lying low for a long time, waiting for this gap where the old forces had been exhausted and the new forces had not yet emerged.

"This 'Five Poison Corpse Claw' took me sixty years of hard work to master!"

Even a mere scratch would turn a Foundation Establishment cultivator into pus!

Song Wuji's face was full of greed, and his eyes gleamed with greed.

With this successful strike, the perfect demonic body will be mine for the taking!

Nourishes—

Black smoke rose from the wound, and the skin and flesh made a sound as if they were being corroded by strong acid.

just.

Song Wuji did not wait for his opponent to fall.

Instead, his wrist tightened, as if it were being cast into steel.

Zhou Ran's back muscles bulged, forcefully trapping the invading ghost claws inside his body!

"Old thing, still feels alright?"

Zhou Ran turned his head away, his purple-gold demonic eyes showing no pain, only mockery.

"you……"

Song Wuji's eyes widened as he tried to pull back, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Aren't you afraid of corpse poison?!"

"poison?"

Zhou Ran grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Compared to that thousand-year-old drought demon, this even deserves to be called poison?"

The Yin-Yang Technique is operating at full speed.

The rampant corpse poison and black energy collided with the domineering demonic energy and were instantly devoured and assimilated into its own demonic energy.

The granulation tissue at the wound intertwined and wriggled, rapidly healing itself. The refined residual poison transformed into a breath of turbid air, which was exhaled from the mouth and nose.

"Break!"

Zhou Ran swung his hand back, his scalding arm gripping Song Wuji's wrist like an iron clamp.

A sudden heat wave occurred.

The smell of burning flesh filled the air.

"Ah—!" Song Wuji screamed in agony.

As a seasoned heretical cultivator, he was decisive and cut off his own left arm with his right hand, fingers together like a knife!

Amputation to survive!

He was forced back three zhang, and Song Wuji covered his bleeding wound, his old face twisted and ferocious.

"good!

Excellent!

"Since I can't kill your physical body, I'll show you the true power of immortals!"

A small, jet-black flag was raised, and it rose with the wind.

A sudden gust of cold wind arose, and a mournful screech echoed across the fields.

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls Formation, activate!"

The command flag was buried three-tenths of an inch into the ground.

Within a radius of a hundred meters, the desolate graves collapsed, and eerie green phosphorescent flames shot into the sky like a fountain.

The lingering yin energy and wronged souls beneath the mass grave, along with the ferocious ghosts secretly nurtured by the Song family over the past century, all emerged.

Countless evil spirits hovered in the air, obscuring the clouds and the moon, and gathered into a sky-covering demonic face that pressed down from above.

This move is specifically designed to attack the soul!

No matter how indestructible the physical body may be, once the soul dissipates, one is nothing more than a walking corpse.

Zhou Ran looked up and sneered.

"If it were any other means, that would be fine."

Are you trying to play tricks on me?

"Trying to teach a fish to swim!"

Close your eyes.

A black lotus blooms deep within the sea of ​​consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had changed; his left pupil was filled with demonic intent, while his right pupil shone with Buddhist light.

A vast and majestic aura, tinged with a sinister and malevolent energy, descended like Mount Tai pressing down.

"White umbrella, get to work!"

"Alright, boss!"

Bai Xuan immediately jumped out of the pocket, growing taller as the wind blew.

Countless spore strands rapidly formed hand seals, uttering incantations that resonated like thunder.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

"World Honored One, Ksitigarbha!"

"The Buddhas of Prajna!"

Prajnaparamita!

boom!

A beam of light, both gold and black, shot up from the ground and hurtled straight towards the Dipper.

This is not a ritual of deliverance.

It was suppression, but also an imperial edict!

"The Great Sun Tathagata's Purification Mantra!"

Zhou Ran roared, his voice booming.

The demonic face that lunged at them crumbled instantly, as if it had struck an impenetrable wall.

The sky was filled with the mournful howls of evil spirits.

Song Wuji watched helplessly as the controlled vengeful spirits all turned around.

Their green fire in their eyes turned crimson, a testament to their boundless resentment and malice towards their enslavers.

"No... how could this be!"

What kind of demonic power is this?!

wrong!

This is clearly a Buddhist practice!

Song Wuji was thrown into chaos. The command flag in his hand spontaneously combusted, and the backlash was imminent.

Under the Buddha's light, the turbidity and madness in the eyes of the countless evil spirits gradually faded away.

They are no longer just vengeful ghosts with only a killing instinct.

They revealed their true form.

Those were students in tattered Zhongshan suits, soldiers wielding blunt-bladed broadswords, and even Qing Dynasty veterans carrying flintlock rifles…

They are the innocent souls who perished on this land a century ago under the swords of invaders.