Chapter 763: Demon Power and Blood Gun Mu Feng Again

Chapter 763: Chapter 748: Demon Power and Blood Gun Mu Feng Again

Seeing Duanmu Xie gleefully thinking about using the Netherworld Earth Fire to enhance his Netherworld Corpse Qi Wave, Shen Lang immediately scolded him.

“Is that the only use you can think of for Netherworld Earth Fire? This flame was already refined by the Ghost Venerable. Absorbing it will be a piece of cake for you! All it will take is a little time!”

“What’s more, this is the core of the flame. It contains many of the Ghost Venerable’s insights into the Ghost Path Earth Fire. That alone makes it a priceless treasure!”

“On one hand, you can use it to comprehend the Yin Yang Dao. On the other, once you refine the Netherworld Earth Fire, it will constantly burn away the impurities in your body and reshape your meridians… The benefits are so numerous that even someone with immense fortune might never encounter them. You’ve lucked out, you bastard!”

“When the time comes to break through to the Emperor Martial Realm, this flame will be your greatest asset. Understood?”

Duanmu Xie was left stunned by Shen Lang’s words.

In front of Shen Lang, Duanmu Xie—who had lived for over ten thousand years—was like a naive child, unable to even retort.

Of course, it wasn’t as if Duanmu Xie was some ancient monster who had truly lived for over ten thousand years.

Although Zombies exist outside the Six Paths of Reincarnation, they, like other powerful beings, still face the Celestial Human Five Declines.

Even if their lifespans were much longer than those of Human Race experts, they were not truly immortal.

An ordinary Human Race expert at the Emperor Martial Realm Late Stage could live for over eight thousand years.

Duanmu Xie’s lifespan was, at most, only two or three thousand years longer than that.

Had he not hibernated underground, he never would have survived for ten thousand years.

And his few millennia of experience was nothing compared to that of the War Emperor, the Master of War God Hall.

Just then, another of Shen Lang’s declarations nearly made Duanmu Xie jump out of his skin. “The Netherworld Earth Fire, combined with the Ice Soul Water Jade—fire within and ice without. Within ten years, I will forge the Undying Golden Body of the Corpse Emperor for you!”

Duanmu Xie’s eyes sparkled. “Corpse Emperor? The Undying Golden Body… But my Cultivation is only at the Emperor Martial Realm right now. A Corpse Emperor is at least at the Emperor Martial Realm… Th-this… Uh, it seems like only a handful of Corpse Emperors have ever achieved the Undying Golden Body in tens of thousands of years… No, no, that’s not what I meant! Others might not be able to do it, but milord certainly can! Who in heaven or on earth can compare to you, milord?”

“Cut the flattery!” Shen Lang snapped. “After all these benefits and the resources I’m providing, if you still can’t achieve the Undying Golden Body of the Corpse Emperor, I’ll refine you into a coffin for that old ghost to use!”

“To this day, he’s still hung up on that coffin you had back in the Hidden Moon Tomb!”

A shiver ran down Duanmu Xie’s spine, and he hastily replied, “Milord, rest assured! I will not slack off in my Cultivation for even a moment! Please, don’t worry! I will strive to break through to the Emperor Martial Realm!”

After saying this, Duanmu Xie asked again, a little timidly, “Milord, that Heaven-Slaying Trident… is it really for me?”

“If I say it’s yours, it’s yours. What’s with all the nonsense? Do you take me for someone who goes back on their word? Speak like that again, and I’ll let you go play with the Vermilion Bird Divine Fire!” Shen Lang said, his patience wearing thin.

Duanmu Xie was so moved he nearly burst into tears…

‘Not long ago, I was still resentful about being forced to submit to Shen Lang,’ he thought. ‘But I never expected he would nearly be obliterated by the Ghost Venerable of the Thousand Soul Hall just to get a Divine Weapon for me!’

‘If Shen Lang hadn’t revealed his identity and leveraged his connection to the Thousand Soul Hall this time, I’m afraid…’

‘Shen Lang had schemed and bargained with the Ghost Venerable for the Heaven-Slaying Trident, walking the razor’s edge between life and death.’

‘Here in the Hungry Ghost Dao, first it was the Heaven-Slaying Trident, then the Netherworld Earth Fire… I, Duanmu Xie, have reaped almost all of the incredible rewards!’

Duanmu Xie was utterly overwhelmed with gratitude.

“Tch! You’re an ugly enough Zombie as it is. Are you trying to make me lose my appetite with that face? Let’s go. Time to leave the Hungry Ghost Dao.”

With a flick of his sleeve, Shen Lang leaped onto Duanmu Xie’s shoulder, and they sped toward the exit of the Hungry Ghost Dao.

…

The moment Shen Lang stepped out of the Hungry Ghost Dao, his eyes were greeted by a green stream winding along its bank and the occasional call of wild geese. The sight felt as refreshing as cool water.

Before him lay a mountain path, winding its way upward.

Shen Lang had Duanmu Xie enter the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron, then channeled Spiritual Power into his own arms and raced up the mountain path.

He appeared calm and unhurried, but in reality, he was on high alert.

The mountain path was riddled with craters. On either side, countless towering ancient trees were snapped and lay on the ground. The area was a wreck, with bloodstains visible on the gravel and branches.

It looked as though several brutal battles had already taken place here.

Shen Lang’s pace quickened until he was covering seven or eight meters in a single stride, moving up the path like the wind.

Before long, he came upon many diverging paths. Faintly, from ahead, he could hear human voices and the roars of Demon Beasts.

Shen Lang paused only for a moment at the fork before casually choosing the middle path.

No matter how many paths there were in the Dragon Scale Divine Hall, they, much like the Six Paths of Reincarnation he had just experienced, all led to the same destination.

With no other information to go on, there was no point in wasting time choosing a path.

Less than half an hour after taking the middle path, the sounds of angry curses drifted from up ahead.

Shen Lang couldn’t help but start. ‘That furious voice… sounds like that woman from the first platform, the one who threw a fit over a single comment from Monk Bu Se?’

Leaning forward, Shen Lang shot forward more than thirty meters, his feet not touching the ground.

Through the dense forest, he saw several figures locked in a frantic battle in a clearing ahead.

‘Blood Gun Mu Feng!’

Shen Lang truly hadn’t expected to see him. Blood Gun Mu Feng, who had used the Blood Demon Escape Technique to flee the Hungry Ghost Dao, apparently hadn’t gone far.

Not only that, but after using the Blood Demon Escape Technique, Mu Feng’s Cultivation hadn’t weakened—it had exploded, increasing more than tenfold!

Right now, Blood Gun Mu Feng was fighting bare-handed, yet he was overwhelming three experts from the Imperial Dragon Sect, giving them no room to retaliate.

Among the three experts from the Imperial Dragon Sect was, as he’d suspected, the woman who had attacked him and Monk Bu Se over the monk’s comment.

‘This should be interesting…’

Shen Lang’s body suddenly flickered, and he vanished, stealthily approaching the battlefield.

It was a clearing at the edge of a cliff.

On the side Shen Lang approached from, there was a vast forest.

The other three sides were sheer cliffs, where howling Gang Feng made the abyss seem unfathomably deep.

Any rocks sent flying by the four combatants were instantly pulverized by the Gang Feng mere meters below the cliff’s edge—a terrifying sight.

Directly opposite Shen Lang’s hiding spot was a single Teleportation Gate, rippling like water.

The portal was somewhat transparent, and through it, he could faintly make out a suspension bridge leading to some unknown destination.

While Concealing his Form and silently observing his surroundings, Shen Lang’s gaze suddenly landed on a thicket three hundred meters to his right.

There was nothing remarkable about the thicket, but under the perception of Shen Lang’s Momentum, he detected a faint, intermittent ripple of Spiritual Power.

Activating his Silver Eyes of Truth, Shen Lang immediately rolled his eyes…

He saw that rascal, Monk Bu Se, crouching in the bushes with his palms pressed together, endlessly chanting, “Amitabha, may Mu Feng lose; Amitabha, may Mu Feng lose…”

The monk was watching the three from the Imperial Dragon Sect being beaten into retreat by Blood Gun Mu Feng, their situation perilous, yet he refused to intervene.

He just hid on the sidelines, praying that “Mu Feng will definitely lose”…

‘Could there be a more shameless monk in existence?’

Shen Lang turned his gaze back to the four combatants, and his expression shifted at once.

He saw a shroud of Dark Magic Qi coiling around Mu Feng, resembling a turbulent black flame.

However, this black flame was invisible to the naked eye; Shen Lang hadn’t seen it before activating his Silver Eyes of Truth.

Now, under his Silver Eyes of Truth, the sight was enough to startle even the ever-composed Shen Lang. ‘Such tyrannical Demon Power! This is the power of an Abyss Lord!’

Deactivating his Silver Eyes of Truth, Shen Lang fell into deep thought.

‘Blood Gun Mu Feng escaped from Duanmu Xie. Then I went to help Jun Tianyu kill Zuo Feng and Zuo Yun, and after that, I helped Ghost Venerable Ye Youming break his Seal. All of that, up to now… it hasn’t even been two hours.’

‘How far could Mu Feng have gotten in two hours?’

‘How did he get tangled up with an Abyss Lord?’

‘When I first entered the Dragon Scale Divine Hall, I determined that it had been occupied by an Abyss Lord. That Abyss Lord seemed to have been gravely wounded by Taotie and the others, and had hidden away in the depths of the Divine Hall.’

‘The Hungry Ghost Dao is just on the outskirts of the Dragon Scale Divine Hall. How did Blood Gun Mu Feng run into this Abyss Lord and become possessed by its power?’

‘He’s only been tainted by a sliver of the Abyss Lord’s Demon Power, and he hasn’t even truly absorbed it yet, but Blood Gun Mu Feng’s Cultivation has already reached a level approaching the Emperor Martial Realm! That’s truly terrifying…’

‘What is this Abyss Lord planning?’ Shen Lang wondered, stroking his chin.

Just then, Blood Gun Mu Feng let out a sudden, bestial roar!

“ROAR!”

The surroundings suddenly dimmed. With Blood Gun Mu Feng at the center, a ferocious blast of Powerful Qi erupted outward!

It felt as if countless thunderclaps were detonating in the air, making one’s eardrums ache and their qi and blood churn.

Nangong Wan and her two companions, who had been clashing with him, simultaneously retreated in a burst of speed!

“All of you… will die! All of you will die!”

Blood Gun Mu Feng’s voice had completely changed. It was now hoarse and grating, a soul-stealing sound like that of a Demon from the Abyss!

The next moment, Mu Feng’s arms trembled, and his body swelled to more than double its size. Like a humanoid Demon Beast, he threw a punch straight at Nangong Wan!

The power of the strike was Earth-Shattering.

It was like a bolt of black lightning falling from the sky, hurtling toward Nangong Wan with unimaginable pressure!

“Senior Brothers, save me!”

Recognizing the danger, Nangong Wan’s face went pale with terror. As she scrambled to retreat, she subconsciously cried out for her two fellow disciples to help!

Nangong Wan, with her Cultivation at the Peak of Seventh Heaven of the King Martial Realm, was completely powerless against a Mu Feng who had been tainted by the Demon Power of an Abyss Lord.

Caught in the tempest of that incoming punch, she was like a single stalk of straw, ready to snap at any moment…