Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Many cultivators were injured by those Yin-times beings!

Having confessed everything, the cultivator had only taken a few steps when he thought it best to be clear about the details before taking the money, so he turned back and asked:

"If you need to see a doctor, would you like me to give you directions on where to seek medical treatment and medicine?"

Feng Ying refused the passing cultivator's offer: "No need, no need. If we really can't find her, we'll just let her fend for herself."

The cultivator left, completely bewildered. Zuo Qiuchi probably didn't want people to keep asking such questions, so he got out of the mobile bed and yawned.

She stretched languidly, her large and beautiful breasts high and full, with delicate, warm pink armpits next to her breasts, occasionally revealing a sexy and alluring charm.

"Fengying, why did that person suspect me just now? I don't think I said anything, did I?" Chu Mingkong recalled the situation just now.

"Yes, you were dressed in the Crescent Kingdom's attire, but you didn't pay before asking questions, nor did you intend to rob anyone, so of course people would suspect you."

Chu Mingkong suddenly realized that intelligence was essentially equivalent to intangible currency and wealth in the New Moon Kingdom.

"That's outrageous. So if I pull out a weapon and rob someone, I don't have to pay?"

“Of course~” Fengying said.

Zuo Qiuchi summoned his Extinction Heavy Sword, sat cross-legged there as if it were his mount, and said:

"Yin Shiren should be the guy who was previously suppressed by Ming Kong into the Abyss Beast Pi Yanzi, right?"

They are indeed difficult to deal with, but Mingkong should be able to handle them much more easily now.

"Master, you've become increasingly lazy compared to when you were in the capital." Chu Mingkong watched her slacking off on her sword and thought it would be better to just carry her on his back; it was quite comfortable to be pressed against her voluptuous body.

Zuo Qiuchi felt no shame, but rather a sense of satisfaction:

"There's no way around it. Back in the capital, I was forced to move around. Now I can sleep all day long. I'm already quite comfortable sleeping. The more I sleep, the more I want to sleep."

Ahead, the familiar Heavenly Eye Witch appeared again, flying through the sky like a flock of migratory birds. A dense mass of eyeballs flew in, aiming directly at the fleeing cultivators.

Among the cultivators possessed by the eyeballs, some were old fellows whose lifespans were about to end and who came out to seek opportunities. Even if they did not have the cultivation of the divine soul, they still had the foundation of the seventh level, and they were completely powerless to resist and were controlled by the eyeballs.

"Are these Heavenly Eye Witches stronger than the ones we encountered before? Are they stronger than the new batch that passed through the Gate of Yin Time?" Chu Mingkong muttered to himself.

He didn't think the previous batch of Yin Shi people had any room for growth. Yuehe had said that she herself found it difficult to improve her cultivation even slightly under this sky.

What's truly baffling is that after those eyeballs attached themselves to the cultivators, they showed absolutely no intention of causing trouble; instead, they blended into the crowd and fled together!

Some of the eyeballs noticed Chu Mingkong's direction, and five or six eyeballs covered with tumor-like flesh flew over.

"Ugh! How disgusting!"

Zuo Qiuchi made a disdainful remark, then closed his eyes and unleashed the Heart Sword.

The invisible sword intent condensed into a tangible blade, sweeping past those eyes like lightning and wind, followed by several more sword strikes after the first.

In the blink of an eye, the approaching eyeballs turned into a pile of minced meat and fell into the white flower bushes.

Feng Ying raised an eyebrow in surprise, his gaze fixed on the lazy sword immortal with astonishment:

"When did your Heart Sword become so powerful? These Heavenly Eye Witches' eyeball clones are not weak at all; even one of their eyeballs is comparable to the complete Heavenly Eye Witch we encountered before!"

The reason why Fengying's emotions were so turbulent was that this guy had not yet developed his divine soul cultivation.

Chu Mingkong was also very surprised. This lazy master was actually pretending to be lazy, but in reality he was working hard behind the scenes.

Zuo Qiuchi remained unfazed by honor or disgrace, calmly saying:

"Sometimes I'm so tired from sleeping that I can't keep sleeping in, so I have to find a way to burn off my energy."

"Then all I can do is practice the Mind Sword Technique superficially, find that state of fatigue, and then seize the opportunity to go to sleep. What's the big deal?"

Feng Ying had nothing to say. This reason was indeed very much in Zuo Qiuchi's style, and it was something she would do, but this was also rooted in her extraordinary talent.

Her attention had been diverted for too long, and she soon returned to the Heavenly Eye Witch and the other Yin-time people:

"Why do these guys seem to be running away? What are they trying to do?"

Zuo Qiuchi continued to casually twirl his Heart Sword, while pools of eyeballs and flesh rained down from the sky.

At that moment, a powerful aura erupted from the depths of Baihua Township, an aura that even Feng Ying and Chu Mingkong felt a bit of pressure from!

The owner of this aura seemed dissatisfied with Zuo Qiuchi's "indiscriminate killing" behavior. He angrily questioned from afar, but the language was unfamiliar, and it was completely incomprehensible what he was saying.

Then, a gray tentacle, the color of rotting flesh, pierced the heart of a cultivator, using him as a "translator," and the cultivator's corpse uttered words:

"It's already a disappointment to encounter a fake sect. We can only make do with accepting these underworld people as precious medicine. You dare to destroy my precious medicine here, so I'll hold you accountable!"

Chu Mingkong carefully recalled the aura and suddenly found the source of the familiarity in his memory.

"Your aura... Are you the demon egg that once resided beneath the Heavenly Palace, or perhaps a member of its kin?!"

Chapter 426 Is this a Celestial Being?

Chu Mingkong still clearly remembered the demon egg he found under the palace after he killed the Heavenly Emperor.

The mysterious demon egg has been residing in the Heavenly Palace for an unknown period of time, and it seems to be closely related to the dragon vein that has existed in the palace for generations.

After the demon egg was exposed to light, it was taken away by a strange giant hand, and its aura could not be tracked, something that even Chu Mingkong and his group had found difficult to do.

Now that aura has finally appeared!

"Mingkong, you mean that thing in the palace...?" Fengying also remembered that incident, which they had discussed many times afterward.

However, the discussions at the time all ended inconclusively because there was no clear direction for them to discuss.

Zuo Qiuchi raised her striking eyebrows slightly, expressing a hint of surprise, and said earnestly:

"So those Heavenly Eye Shamans were running away from this thing just now? Can we just run after them too?!"

She seemed quite excited about running away, eager to return to her home.

However, this idea was difficult to realize. That aura was already approaching, and the oppressive force pressing down on their hearts was like a domain, encompassing them all.

The owner of this aura emerged from the shadows of nothingness; it appeared to be the figure of a woman, holding a demon egg in her hand.

"Young man, what did you just say? Staying at the Heavenly Palace? You know quite a lot, interesting."

The one who spoke was a woman who approached. Her voice was sometimes male and sometimes female. Her male voice seemed to be the voice of a cultivator on the tentacles. Suddenly, the corpse swelled into a mass of flesh and blood, which was completely absorbed by the tentacle roots. The voice that was speaking finally stabilized into a female voice.

"The development of this lower realm is indeed slow. The only thing that has changed and developed is the language. How pathetic." The woman laughed mockingly again.

The laughter transformed into waves of sound that stretched outwards. These sound waves, known as bindings, were applied to the fleeing cultivators. The cultivators screamed in panic, but these screams became the woman's weapon, and further waves of sound bindings trapped the cultivators further away.

Like a chain reaction, wherever the sound was heard, the cultivators were affected by each other. Some cultivators who had managed to escape far away and thought they were safe were also tragically bound and brought back.

"What's going on? What are these restraints? Why can't I break free no matter how hard I try?" The trapped cultivators tried together to break through these strange restraints, but to no avail.

"Sound skill! Similar to the zither skill, but what level is this? Before I went into seclusion, I had never seen anyone cultivate sound skill to this level, even able to borrow the voices of others for their own use!"

The cultivator who had previously explained the situation in Baihua Township to Chu Mingkong and the others was dragged back. Seeing that Chu Mingkong and the others were still in the same spot, he greeted them nonchalantly:

"Oh? What a coincidence, you guys are trapped too!"

His voice also transformed into an invisible shackle, flying towards Chu Mingkong and the other two. Zuo Qiuchi casually waved his hand, and the sword intent of the Heart Sword formed an invisible sword intent barrier around the three of them. The voice shackle was blocked as soon as it got close.

However, even after removing the shackles of sound, Zuo Qiuchi's Heart Sword was not easy. It was like a millstone grinding flour suddenly getting stuck with a hard stone, and it took some effort to grind it into powder.

"Oh? In this remote and impoverished place, I can still find someone who can fight back!" The woman carrying the egg looked slightly surprised.

Chu Mingkong looked at the egg in the other person's hand, confirming that it was the same egg he had seen in the palace. He asked:

"What is your relationship with this egg? What faction do you belong to?"

The woman carrying the egg looked slightly annoyed. Her question had been ignored by these people, who even questioned her in return.

She was about to rebuke them angrily when she suddenly remembered something, and several pairs of eyes on her face fixed on the three people:

"I am the maidservant who accompanied the Heavenly Demon Prince. Your concern for my Heavenly Demon Prince suggests that you know quite a bit about what happened back then, or at least know who was responsible?"

　 "If you're referring to digging that parasite out of the dragon vein, then that's what I did. What kind of power does the Heavenly Demon Prince possess? Where did you come from? Could it be that you also came from the Gate of Yin Time?"

Chu Mingkong asked a series of questions, genuinely curious about the woman's and the egg's origins.

As soon as he admitted it, the demon egg maid's aura suddenly darkened, turning murderous.

"So it was you who disturbed my prince's growth. I was just worried that these Yin people and weak mortals from the lower realms were of no use. No matter who you are, you're showing up in this wilderness without your master accompanying and protecting you. Well then, you can become nourishment for my prince!"

The term "lower realm" appeared again from the woman's lips. Could this maid be a so-called celestial being?

Moreover, judging from her tone, it seems that because of Zuo Qiuchi's "ability to resist" that she had just shown, she also regarded them as people who had "descended to earth".

The demon egg maid wouldn't give Chu Mingkong much of a chance to react. She took out a bone flute covered in cracks, and as soon as the flute was played, a bloody aura filled the surrounding area.

"This bone flute was a gift from the late emperor to the Heavenly Demon Prince at his birth. It was forged from the bones of countless people. Since you few are somewhat special, it's a good opportunity to add three more marks to this bone flute!"

Her mouth transformed into a maw filled with sharp teeth. She bit down on the bone flute and blew, unleashing a mournful, demonic sound that instantly withered the white flowers in White Flower Village, leaving them lifeless.

The affected cultivators bled from all seven orifices and painfully covered their ears.

Chu Mingkong immediately transformed into the Abyss. Amidst the earth shaking and trembling, a jet-black serpent burst forth from the ground. His true form also transformed into a black, blood-red figure, swallowing Feng Ying and Zuo Qiuchi whole.

Unsure of his opponent's cultivation level, Chu Mingkong dared not be careless. He used all his Yin Fire spiritual energy to create a barrier. Although the demonic sound was weakened by the Yin Fire spiritual energy, it still penetrated through and struck Chu Mingkong.

However, it seemed to have limited effect. The black blood on Chu Mingkong's body only bounced around, like a fat man patting his belly, and did not damage his internal organs at all.

"I thought you were some kind of powerful parasitic maid, but it turns out you were just all talk. You almost gave me a fright!"

"Ha! Mortals of the lower realms have no idea how fortunate it is to serve the Heavenly Demon Prince! How ignorant and pathetic!" The demon egg maid sneered.

Chu Mingkong scoffed disdainfully, took Zuo Qiuchi's Extinction Heavy Sword and held it in his hand. Black blood clung to the blade as he adjusted the Extinction Heavy Sword to the appropriate size.

He and the black serpent pressed forward together, and wherever the black serpent's body passed, the tentacles of the Heavenly Eye Witch were annihilated and devoured by the extreme Yin power.

The Heavenly Eye Witch's eyes were overjoyed, thinking it could escape, but it was immediately swallowed up by the extreme Yin power, without even a scream.

Chu Mingkong leaped up, sword in hand, his body blocking out the sunlight and casting large shadows on the ground. When the sunlight reappeared, he had already swung his sword down.

"What is this... Extreme Yin Power?!" The demon egg maid felt a sense of unease. She had never dealt with Extreme Yin Power before, only sensed it from afar.

But she was not helpless. The bone flute she spoke changed its tone, and the demonic sound instantly transformed into layers of barriers that blocked his sword.

But it only provides slight obstruction. For example, if a lava fire stick falls on ice, and the heat of the fire stick is not extinguished, then only the ice will melt!

The demonic sound barrier melted away little by little, and the black blood on the sword's edge dripped thirstily. A smile also appeared on the face of the black blood giant, waiting to cleave the opponent in two with a single sword strike.

"Are you from the Heavenly Realm? What level are you in the Heavenly Realm? What level of person do you think my sword strike is equivalent to inflicting a blow on you?"

As he spoke, the black flames on the Extinction Greatsword surged, and the Excited Bear ignited its tongues of fire, accelerating the devouring of the demonic sound barrier.

"You're not from the Celestial Realm?! How dare a mere mortal be so arrogant!" The demon egg maid's bone flute changed tone again.