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

The one-eyed dragon-shaped dough sheet twitched uncontrollably, its facial features contorted and deformed.

Blood mixed with saliva uncontrollably splattered from his mouth.

"Kid, the Yangtze River system belongs to the Pai sect!"

"If you dare touch me, the boss will skin you alive and burn you to a crisp—"

The harsh words hadn't even finished being spoken.

Zhou Ran's right hand had already reached out.

Five fingers interlocked, locking the one-eyed man's forehead tightly.

"You talk too much."

The purplish-black Asura Demon Flame poured out from his palm, violently crashing into the one-eyed dragon's divine consciousness.

Soul Search.

The most insidious and unrestrained method in the demonic path.

Regardless of what the other party says, they violently expose their hidden memories.

The one-eyed man had a syllable stuck in his throat, the whites of his eyes rolled upwards, and he could no longer make a sound.

His limbs twitched erratically several times, and white foam with a fishy smell spilled from his teeth.

The search for the soul concludes.

Zhou Ran removed his finger.

The one-eyed dragon's bones shattered, and he fell to the ground like a rag doll.

The demonic energy shattered his spiritual core.

Only an empty shell remains.

Zhou Ran took the tissue Wang Pangzi handed him and wiped the blood off his knuckles.

"The eye of the Yangtze River, an old dragon roams the water."

He threw the stained red paper ball onto the wreckage.

Deep within the One-Eyed Dragon's consciousness, he unearthed the Pai Sect's trump card for next month.

Beneath the surface of the Yangtze River lies an old dragon about to transform into a dragon.

The Paijiao General Village had been plotting for years, attempting to use the Miao people's drought demon silver corpse as bait to lure the old dragon out of the water and grind it to death.

The dragon forms its core.

That dragon pill contained extremely pure water-based primordial essence.

The dragon's flesh and blood covering its body is an excellent tonic for cultivators to solidify their foundation.

Two graceful figures appeared in Zhou Ran's mind.

The twin sisters he left in Jiangcheng to manage his worldly businesses.

The orthodox tidal body, the yin of extreme water.

If we feed them that dragon pill, and then use the flesh of the dragon to rebuild their foundation,

His cultivation level will definitely rise by a whole realm on the spot, transforming into the sharpest blade in his hand.

"Now that I know, I'm determined to have this Dragon Pill."

With a casual remark, Zhou Ran determined the old dragon's final resting place.

Mentioning coaching?

They don't even deserve a seat at the table to beg for food.

"Ran-ge, what should we do with these bodies?"

Fatty Wang pointed to the wreckage on the ground.

"Throw them into the woods to feed the dogs, move the trees aside, and get on your way."

Zhou Ran turned around, bent down, and sat in the back seat of the SUV.

Fatty Wang was quick and agile; he grabbed the corpse by the ankle and threw it deep into the bamboo forest.

Miao Yingying curled up in the corner of the carriage.

His limbs were completely cold.

She followed her grandfather on foot as a child, transporting corpses, and had met all sorts of ruthless people from all walks of life in the mountains of western Hunan.

But someone like Zhou Ran is a ruthless killer who doesn't blink an eye when murdering or searching souls.

This is definitely the first time I've encountered this.

The off-road vehicle roared to life and got back on the road.

The large tires crushed the bloodstains on the asphalt road as they drove towards the heart of Longhu Mountain.

The mountain wind whistles through the forest.

The car finally stopped at the end of the back mountain in Yingshan District.

The road ahead is blocked.

Only a narrow path remained, disappearing into waist-high weeds.

The path disappeared straight into the thick white fog.

The three of them got out of the car.

Miao Yingying clenched the shriveled corpse bag and pointed to the white mist ahead.

"Brother Zhou, that's a restricted area on the back mountain."

"Without a guide from the Celestial Master's Mansion, mortals who go in will only encounter a maze of ghosts and eventually starve to death inside."

Zhou Ran raised her head.

A purple-gold halo rapidly swirls around the eyes.

The demonic eyes opened wide.

My gaze pierced straight through the thick white mist.

After the fog cleared, there was no trace of the mountain road.

Ahead lay a displaced and folded spatial fault.

This is a maze-like formation created by borrowing the grand momentum of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers, and supplementing it with spatial array patterns.

This is forcibly separating the real Longhu Mountain from its actual geographical boundaries.

A thousand-year-old tradition.

This layer of protection is indeed quite thick.

Zhou Ran closed his eyes.

A wisp of divine consciousness probed into the spiritual platform.

"Old dog, get out there and get to work."

He spoke to the 108 soul-suppressing nails.

There was not a single response.

The black mist suppressed by the Soul-Suppressing Nail was severely weakened.

Earlier in the Zhao family courtyard, when Zhou Ransheng tore apart the Soul-Devouring Nightmare's mother body, the ancient evil spirit's fierce counterattack before its death rushed into the spiritual platform.

Zhou Ran had the Purification Mantra protecting the altar, so he suffered no loss whatsoever.

But Ye Futian, that old demon, was already only a remnant soul, and he still had to endure that mouthful of poison.

It is currently in a deep slumber, healing itself.

"What a piece of trash."

Zhou Ran withdrew from the spirit platform.

He looked down at the shriveled white umbrella mushrooms in his arms.

If Bai Xuan, that monster, hadn't been asleep, with its millennia of cunning, it could have broken through the formation's core within ten minutes.

But that won't work now.

The mushroom has degenerated into a dead thing.

Li Zhiyao was also nearly exhausted within the Gathering Yin Banner.

"If none of those work, then we'll do it my way."

Zhou Ran took off his outer clothes.

The flowerpot containing the mushrooms and the shading banner were firmly tied to the back.

Tie a knot that won't come back.

He strode forward and walked straight into the depths of the white mist.

The fog was sticky and thick.

The field of vision is obstructed by no more than half a meter.

The surroundings were filled with the pungent smell of saltpeter.

Fatty Wang tugged at Miao Yingying's clothes, stumbling as he followed Zhou behind.

Zhou Ran was too lazy to deduce any of the Eight Trigrams or the Gate of Life.

Faced with overwhelming power.

All the rules and formations are nothing but empty words.

He stopped in his tracks.

The demonic eye locked onto an ordinary cliff face directly in front of it.

That is precisely the weakest point in the spatial folding.

Raise your left arm.

The primordial energy and blood of the Primordial Overlord Body surged rapidly.

The dark gold ancient totem climbed up the back of the hand to the neck.

Tendon fibers interlocking and occluding.

There was not a trace of magic or light, nor any fancy hand seals.

It all comes down to sheer, overwhelming physical strength.

Zhou Ran brought his five fingers together and transformed them into a knife.

He cleaved down at the cliff face in front of him.

The physical kinetic energy unleashed by this hand chop forcefully broke through the upper limit of the laws governing this world.

A crisp sound rang out.

The earth-shattering sound echoed outwards.

The cliff face in front of us, or perhaps that spatial barrier.

From the point where Zhou Ran struck, countless dense, dark cracks rapidly appeared outwards.

A gap was forcibly cleaved in the space.

Zhou Ran reached out with both arms.

Ten fingers were forcibly clenched into the depths of the spatial crevice.

Dark gold blood surged wildly through the meridians.

"Open it for me!"

A furious shout.

He used both arms to forcefully tear the fabric to the sides.

That protective barrier that was said to be able to withstand a Golden Core cultivator for a day and a night.

He was taught to tear open a three-zhang-high gash with his bare hands.

The violent spatial turbulence surged out from the gap.

The surrounding white mist was swept away in the blink of an eye.

"Enter."

Zhou Ran braved the spatial turbulence that could shred steel and strode into the opening.

Fatty Wang dragged the distraught Miao Yingying inside, using both hands and feet to follow her in.

Cross that gap.

The sky was bright.

There is no darkness, no weeds, and no barren mountains.

The group had already stepped onto a sea of ​​clouds.

Beneath my feet lies an endless white jade plaza.

Purple lightning flashed rapidly through the surrounding clouds.

In front of.

An ancient Taoist temple with an extremely magnificent presence floats in the air.

The main hall plaque hangs high.

The three large characters are vigorous and powerful, demonstrating the lofty status of a tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Celestial Master's Mansion.