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

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

Ten beams of cold light pierced through his body, the chilling power of the Soul-Guiding Technique striking straight into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhou Ran was shaken to his core, and his scalp tingled.

Deep within his consciousness, Ye Futian's remnant soul swayed between the Soul-Suppressing Nails.

"Hehehe...Does it hurt?"

The old devil's voice was gloating.

"Kid, this old corpse-driving ghost's soul-guiding technique may be low-level, but it's continuous."

If you are distracted by dealing with him, the Pai Cult and the Black Dragon Society will take advantage of the situation.

If you ignore him...

He'll destroy your soul sooner or later.

"At that time, I will not hesitate to take the lead—"

"Shut up."

Zhou Ran interrupted.

He drove back the corpse with the talisman and took three steps back to reassess the battle.

Zhou Ran had already seen through Miao Laoshi's scheme.

This old man had no intention of killing him or helping the Pai Sect.

He's doing the most insidious thing—balancing.

When the Pai Sect and the Black Dragon Society gained the upper hand, Miao Laoshi used his golden-armored corpse to entangle Zhou Ran, preventing him from providing support.

When Zhou Ran and Zhang Xuansu gained the upper hand, Miao Laoshi would have the Golden Armor Corpse hold back, and instead harass the sword formation of Longhu Mountain.

He neither helps nor kills anyone.

All he needs to do is exhaust everyone so he can reap the rewards.

"clever……"

Zhou Ran spat out a mouthful of blood.

Maintaining the full power of the Primordial Overlord Body in 60-meter-deep water for an extended period has taken a tremendous toll on him.

In the distance, the Great Master stood on the deck of the Susa, like a spectator watching a game of chess.

He did not personally participate.

The eight-foot-long magatama hung above his head, continuously emitting golden light that could cut through chains.

Of the nine Primordial Chains on the old dragon's body, the sixth has already broken.

Only three are left.

After the three roots, the old dragon will be completely freed.

time is limited.

Zhou Ran's gaze swept across the entire battlefield.

Zhang Xuansu is locked in a fierce battle with the leader of the Pai Sect, while the Su sisters and Miao Yingying are dealing with the Ghost Ninja.

Fatty Wang collapsed to the ground, severely injured, while Old Man Miao balanced the situation.

No one can help him.

His gaze finally settled on Mr. Da's "Zhao Tao" face.

The old man caught his gaze, smiled, and shrugged.

"Trying to charge in?"

With three golden-armored corpses and my shikigami threads, what are your chances of success?

Zhou Ran did not answer.

He closed his eyes.

Deep within his consciousness, under the dual constraints of the Soul-Suppressing Nail and the Great Sun Tathagata Purification Mantra, Ye Futian remained incredibly arrogant.

"Let me, the Emperor, lend you a hand!"

Zhou Ran remained noncommittal.

Although he was unwilling to use Ye Futian's demonic energy.

But for now, there is no other way.

Because with each use, Nightfall's erosion of his body deepened.

Zhou Ran pressed his hand to his chest.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Ye Futian felt that familiar will pulling him, and his remnant soul tightened suddenly.

Ye Futian was silent for a second, then smiled.

"OK……

Yeah.

Use it as long as it works.

The old demon's laughter echoed in his mind, each word filled with anticipation.

He was certainly happy to.

The more Zhou Ran used it, the more demonic energy he had in his body.

After enough demonic energy leaks out and merges into this kid's demonic flame lotus platform.

The more capable he is of resisting the Soul-Suppressing Nails, the greater his chances of seizing another's body.

In this chaotic battle, he couldn't wait for Zhou Ran to beat him to a pulp.

Zhou Ran knew exactly what the old devil was planning.

The moment the demonic energy was extracted from its seal, Zhou Ran's aura suddenly changed!

Dark demonic energy surged from his body, intertwining with the black and gold scales of the Primordial Overlord Body.

This creates a bizarre combination that has never been seen before: half black and half gold, like a yin-yang symbol.

Miao Laoshi's expression changed.

Zhang Xuansu's thoughts also tightened.

Even the eldest gentleman suppressed his smile and looked at Zhou Ran seriously for the first time.

"interesting."

The old man murmured,

"A fusion of the Primordial Origin and Extraterrestrial Demonic Essence..."

"Are there really such monsters in this world?"

Zhou Ran opened her eyes.

The left eye is purple-gold, and the right eye is jet black.

He stopped defending, stopped dodging, and stopped fighting the three golden-armored corpses.

He chose the simplest and most direct approach: to ignore it.

The attacks from the three golden-armored corpses landed on him simultaneously.

An iron fist slammed into his left shoulder, a talisman blade slashed across his back, and a runic light shield covered his head.

Zhou Ran took all the damage by force.

Blood gushed from the wound, but he did not stop walking for even a moment.

Driven by both the Primordial Overlord Body and Demonic Essence, his body's self-healing speed was pushed to its limit.

He passed through the blockade of the golden-armored corpses.

The target is Susanoo.

The old man's expression finally changed.

It wasn't fear, but a kind of madness.

"You came in person?"

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket, his five fingers spread out.

The eight-foot-long magatama fell from above his head into his palm, and golden light surged forth.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Suddenly, the deck beneath the Great Master's feet cracked open, and a thick black fog billowed out from inside the Susanoo.

Five even more elite demon ninjas emerged from the mist.

They were a size larger than those that had attacked the Su sisters before, and the patterns on their masks were more intricate.

The thick black fog is not an illusion.

That is a variant of the "Yellow Spring Foul Qi" from the Yin-Yang arts of Japan; it corrodes the spiritual energy protecting the body upon contact.

The five demon ninjas were arranged in a pentagram formation, with each pair connected by a dark blue shikigami thread, forming a cutting net.

The master himself stood in the center of the pentagram, holding up the magatama with one hand and forming an ancient hand seal with the other.

His lips parted, uttering ancient Japanese.

A golden beam of light shot out from the jade pendant, but it did not attack Zhou Ran.

Instead, it shot towards the old dragon behind him.

The beam of light landed on the seventh chain.

Gala!

The chain broke.

The big man is using this method to distract Zhou Ran.

If he tries to stop the chains from being cut, he will face an attack from five elite demon ninjas and the foul energy of the underworld.

If he rushes straight at the Great Master, the old dragon behind him will go completely berserk after all the chains break.

Dilemma.

Zhou Ran did not hesitate.

Since it's impossible to have both, then let's ignore both!

Driven by the dual forces of the Primordial Demonic Qi, his speed surged to an absurd level.

The resistance of water was negligible in his presence.

Its black and gold form sliced ​​through the water like a torpedo plunging into the deep sea.

Five shikigami nets of demon ninja unfolded before him.

Zhou Ran neither dodged nor avoided, but instead extended his left arm forward.

The Primordial Patterns on the Qilin Arm fully bloomed, and within the black and gold light, a deeper power was activated.

That was the fighting spirit that Li Chengfeng left in the bone fragment.

Four thousand years ago, he used the primordial essence to forge a chain to suppress the dragon. In his pursuit of the highest realm, he died and his cultivation vanished.

But his will is imprinted in every inch of the primordial chaos, waiting for the next successor to unleash it.

"presumptuous!

How dare you desecrate my power like this!

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the night is consumed by the wrath of Heaven.

This kid didn't even pour his demonic energy into the lotus platform.

Instead, it was integrated into Li Chengfeng's will.

Zhou Ran grinned maliciously, but did not stop.

He was delivering the final blow for someone who had been dead for four thousand years.

break!

The light on the Qilin arm suddenly expanded, transforming into a phantom of a Qilin burning with black flames.

The phantom existed for less than a second, but within that one second...

The five shikigami's silk nets were shattered simultaneously.

The five demon ninja bodies were crushed into five lumps of scrap metal by the impact of the Kirin phantom.

The foul air of the Yellow Springs was completely burned away by the power of the Primordial Chaos.

A look of surprise flashed across the young man's face.

He took a step back for the first time.

"Is this the remnant intent of an ancient body cultivator?"

Mr. Da found it hard to believe.

"Impossible, four thousand years have passed, how could something like this still exist—"

Zhou Ran didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.

As he pierced through the demon ninja formation, his body was already close to the deck of the Susanoo.

The Primordial Origin merged with demonic energy, and another punch was thrown.

The black and gold lights intertwined in a spiral, heading straight for the young master's face.

Zhao Tao on the deck finally got serious.

He held the eight-foot-long jade magatama horizontally in front of him and formed nine consecutive mudras with his hands.

Each hand seal corresponds to an ancient Japanese Yin-Yang forbidden technique—the Nine Syllable Mantra.

"Lin! Bing! Dou!"

As the three words were uttered, three golden rune barriers were superimposed on the surface of the magatama.