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

In the shadow of the gate.

The huge, gelatinous mass crawled along the ground.

Dozens of human faces were squeezed out from the surface, with jawbones turned outwards and sharp, rough syllables squeezed out from the throats.

Miao Yingying braced her palms against the bluestone slab, her fingers drawing blood.

She watched helplessly as the gelatinous substance split off into more than a dozen semi-transparent tentacles, each as thick as a thigh, heading straight for Zhou Ran's face.

"Brother Zhou, step back!"

Miao Yingying screamed, her voice cracking.

"This thing devours the three souls and seven spirits! The drought demon's corpse energy was completely absorbed when it hit it!"

Zhou Ran stood at the bottom of the steps.

A purple-gold light flowed deep within his pupils.

The Demon Eyes are activated.

In the vision that sees through illusion, these tentacles are not physical entities at all, but rather souls formed from extremely dense Yin energy and resentment.

Zhou Ran raised his left hand, spreading his five fingers.

He reached out to meet the oncoming tentacles.

The foremost translucent tentacle slammed straight into Zhou Ran's palm.

There was no sound of flesh being penetrated.

The tips of the tentacles were blocked by an invisible force one millimeter outside the skin.

Zhou Ran folded his left hand together.

work hard.

Knead together.

"Clatter."

The translucent tentacles disintegrated instantly.

Thick, yellowish-green sap splattered everywhere, landing on the surrounding tree trunks, corroding deep pits in the wood and emitting pungent white smoke.

The faces on the surface of the gelatinous substance screamed in unison.

Then the remaining tentacles changed direction, bypassed the front, and tightly wrapped around Zhou Ran's left arm.

They opened their suction cups, attempting to forcibly extract the soul from this living person.

However, Zhou Ran ignored it.

Beneath the skin of his left arm, a dark golden Primordial Totem lit up.

He planned to withstand the tentacles' attack.

"brute!"

A sharp roar suddenly erupted in Zhou Ran's mind.

It wasn't that Zhou Ran wasn't afraid of this soul attack.

Instead, it was locked tightly within the central consciousness by one hundred and eight soul-suppressing nails.

With that old devil Ye Futian holding the fort.

At this moment, the Primordial Overlord Body's origin emitted a feedback of extreme hunger.

Zhou Ran activated the Dharma.

The muscles in my left arm are tense.

The translucent tentacles wrapped around his arm withered rapidly.

The Yin energy within them was forcibly extracted in reverse by the Primordial Origin.

The gel-like substance shrank rapidly, from the size of an off-road vehicle to the size of a water tank.

The expressions on people's faces changed from greed to extreme terror.

The tumor, which was still greedily absorbing souls, was planning to sever its tentacles and escape.

However, Zhou Ran did not give him a chance.

He took control with his left hand, grabbed the base of the remaining tentacle, and pulled hard.

A gelatinous substance the size of a water tank was pulled directly off the ground.

Zhou Ran followed with his right hand, and a ball of purplish-black demonic fire ignited in his palm.

A punch landed squarely on its core tumor.

"Bang!"

A dull sonic boom was heard.

The demonic fire, mixed with the poison of the drought demon, was poured into the gelatinous substance, burning away its remaining malevolent energy.

The gelatinous substance shattered on the spot.

A grayish-black crystal, no bigger than a fingernail, fell down.

This is exactly the same as the one on Zhao Qian's son.

Zhou Ran reached out and caught it, then slapped it directly into his left arm.

The Primordial Origin crushed the crystals, transforming them into pure blood energy that dispersed throughout the body.

Zhou Ran shook off the remaining liquid on the back of her hand.

At this moment, Miao Yingying collapsed to the ground.

She forgot to get up, her mouth was half open, and she even stopped breathing halfway.

It hasn't been long since we parted ways at Zhenhun Temple.

The Brother Zhou who used to have to contend with the Fire Spirit Monkey has now become so powerful!

The Soul-Eating Nightmare, feared by the elders of the Longhu Mountain and Maoshan sects, is an ancient evil spirit that is immune to magic damage.

He crushed it with one hand.

They didn't even use Taoist magic much.

It's the most primal brute force, combined with that domineering black fire.

Outside the gate, Fatty Wang poked half his head out.

Behind him, Zhao Qian lay on the ground, trembling.

The crisis has eased somewhat.

Zhou Ran turned his head and looked at Zhao Qian.

"Your ancestors probably took on business with the Japanese in their early years, right?"

Zhao Qian used both hands and feet to get over the iron gate, not daring to approach Zhou Ran, and only kowtowed five meters away.

"Lord Zhou, you are wise to see the truth!"

Thirty years ago, my father did indeed help several island nation businessmen buy this piece of land, and later they resold it back to the Zhao family to build this house.

Zhou Ran touched the bluestone slab with the toe of his right foot.

The power of the Primordial Overlord Body penetrated the ground.

The bluestone slab cracked.

From the depths of the crack, a wisp of black smoke rose.

"A curse-gathering formation for eliminating all malevolent offspring is buried underground."

Zhou Ran gave his conclusion.

"Those Japanese are using the lives of your entire race as filters to nourish what lies beneath the earth."

He patted the dust off his clothes.

The one I just crushed was too small and had very little energy.

He was just a pioneer exploring the path.

The real one is below.

Just then, a scraping sound came from underground.

The frequency is increasing, and the amplitude is increasing.

The marble foundation of the Zhao family mansion has begun to crack extensively.

The European-style main building, which cost over 100 million yuan to build, has a large crack in the middle.

The load-bearing walls collapsed one after another.

The artificial hill in the courtyard was pushed straight up to the sky.

"Take her outside."

Zhou Ran gave the order to Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang rushed in, picked up Miao Yingying, and ran outside.

A loud bang was heard.

The ground in the center of the courtyard completely collapsed.

A large pit, more than ten meters deep, was revealed.

A multi-legged creature, ten feet long, crawled out from the bottom of the pit.

It lacks the common hard carapace.

Its entire body is covered by a thick, semi-transparent membrane.

Beneath the membrane, hundreds and thousands of intertwined human faces were crowded together.

"Could this be part of those 80,000 wronged souls?"

With his demonic eyes swirling with purple and gold, Zhou Ran made up his mind.

We must go to Longhu Mountain and get Li Zhiyao to perform a ritual to release the wronged souls as soon as possible.

Otherwise, these beasts will continue to emerge.

A moment later, the thing emerged completely from underground.

The most terrifying part is its feet.

The hundreds of legs that support its crawling are all pieced together from withered human arms.

This is the mother of the Soul Eater Nightmare.

When it stands upright with its front half up, it is as tall as a three-story building.

However, apart from Zhou Ran, no one present could see it.

Countless hands were grabbing wildly in the air.

The mother opened her mouthparts and spewed out a large cloud of grayish-green poisonous miasma.

The toxic miasma is spreading.

The flowers and plants in the yard turned into black water on the spot.

The mother body looked down from above, locking onto Zhou Ran.

It had no eyesight, but it keenly sensed the lingering scent of the cub's death on Zhou Ran's body.

Its forelimbs suddenly stretched out with dozens of human-like hands, grabbing at Zhou Ran's limbs and bones.

However, Zhou Ran does not intend to use his Zanpakuto this time.

He bent his knees slightly and pushed off with his feet.

The bluestone slab completely crumbled, revealing a pit half a meter deep.

Zhou Ran burst through the air and charged straight up into the gray-green poisonous miasma.

The poisonous miasma slapped against his skin, making a hissing sound.

The dark gold patterns on Taihuang's left arm flowed spontaneously.

The poisonous gas was kept out, and even the outermost layer of the skin couldn't be burned through.

The mother's dozens of hands grabbed his shoulders and waist.

The fingernails on the person's hand are sharp and pointed, trying to dig into the flesh.

Zhou Ran's body was suspended in mid-air, and his arms trembled.

Dark golden blood energy burst forth from his body.

The dozens of withered arms that were gripping him were shaken and broke off inch by inch, with pieces of wood falling all over the ground.

The mother was in pain, and her enormous body writhed violently.

The hundreds of hands on the back half of the body slammed into the ground, directly collapsing half of the main building.

It opened its mouth, which was full of fangs, and bit down on Zhou Ran's head.

Zhou Ran changed direction in mid-air.

He stepped on one of the mother's severed limbs, used the momentum to leap up again, and directly rushed into the front of the mother's face.

"Found it."

Zhou Ran sneered, his Purple-Gold Demon Eye operating at full speed.

The energy flow within the mother's enormous body was completely transparent to him.

The monster's vital point wasn't in its head, but rather in a concentrated core of malevolent energy in the third segment of its abdomen.

Zhou Ran did not rush to tear it apart.

He flipped his right hand over.

Remove the three Soul-Suppressing Nails.

"go!"

With a flick of his wrist.

The three Soul-Suppressing Nails transformed into black streaks of light, precisely piercing into three major acupoints on the mother's face.

The piercing screams were deafening.

The mother's enormous body immediately stiffened.

The soul was forcibly fixed in place by the Soul-Suppressing Nails, and even the wildly waving hands were frozen in mid-air.

Zhou Ran seized this fleeting opportunity.