chsdbacks Chapter 121: Li Fan
Chapter 121: Li Fan
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The ground in the wilderness suddenly shook.
A crater tens of meters wide appeared in the ground, and dust billowed into the sky. The shockwave churned and surged outwards like boiling water, sending all the surrounding martial artists flying!
The series of loud noises caused some people to stop fighting and look up at the sky in fear.
The wilderness was filled with the light emitted by the Gu worms, which illuminated the dark clouds in the sky, and raindrops fell in a light drizzle.
In the sky, the mouth of a ferocious, enormous black tiger still held lingering black flames.
Its blood-red eyes gleamed with ferocity, its body was covered with scales engraved with strange patterns, and it had two pairs of huge purple crystal wings on its back, which, when spread out, almost covered the sky.
Four-Winged Black Tiger King!
Click!
From the crater created by the black flames, the sound of hard objects shattering could be heard.
A figure stood up unsteadily.
Thick black mist emanated from the figure, scorching the surrounding ground.
"Interesting, Black Tiger King, truly worthy of being a king of demons!"
Zhang Ping's black robe with gold trim was tattered, but he stood ramrod straight, a black chain wrapped around his waist. Pieces of his Xuanwu armor had peeled away, revealing his unharmed body beneath.
His eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the Black Tiger King, whose appearance had drastically changed.
It's only been a few months since we last parted ways.
Now, when they meet again, the Black Tiger King's strength has actually soared to the late stage of the Marrow Infusion Realm!
The Demon King is indeed not to be underestimated.
The Black Tiger King now possessed an indescribable aura, somewhat similar to the one Zhang Ping had sensed from the Demon Lord.
At this moment, the Black Tiger King flapped its four wings violently, and the surrounding airflow instantly transformed into sharp crescent-shaped wind blades.
"Zhang Ping! Last time, the Demon Lord kindly let you go, yet you dare to ruin my tribe's important affairs!" The Black Tiger King's blood-red eyes were fixed on Zhang Ping.
It had taken advantage of the surprise attack just now, accumulating great power, but unexpectedly it failed to harm Zhang Ping in the slightest.
"A big deal? Ridiculous!" Zhang Ping was furious. He had just been ambushed and was seething with anger.
His figure blurred and disappeared from the spot, rushing straight towards the Black Tiger King like a shooting star!
"Roar!" The Black Tiger King showed no weakness, its sharp claws flashing with a "snap" as it shot out.
The two collided violently, unleashing a terrifying shockwave!
The battlefield, which had just paused briefly, erupted once again as they clashed.
"Kill!" He Changhong seized the opportunity and thrust out with his spear, the tip of which burst forth with a dragon-like power of blood and qi!
Behind Miao Caixin, sword shadows flickered, splitting into several sword lights as she used her swords to attack the enemy!
On the other side, Zhang Ping and Black Tiger King, who are vastly different in size, are moving and colliding at high speed in the sky!
"Die!" The Black Tiger King spewed out black flames without stopping, chasing after Zhang Ping and burning him.
Zhang Ping's gaze remained calm, his eyes shooting out two beams of fire to suppress the black flames. At the same time, he brought his hands together in front of him and made a grabbing motion towards the Black Tiger King from a distance.
"The power of water!"
The moment he saw Zhang Ping's hand gesture, the Black Tiger King's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly roared, "Zhang Ping! The same trick? I'm not afraid of you!"
Its crystal-like four wings suddenly stretched out, and in the blink of an eye, its wingspan exceeded 100 meters, blotting out the sky!
The crystal wings began to emit a gray mist, which quickly enveloped the Black Tiger King.
At the same time, the patterns on its black scales glowed faintly, and a mysterious power spread out, interfering with the control of the water god's power!
Zhang Ping immediately sensed this mysterious power, and his heart sank.
"It's that force again!"
Previously in Black Tiger City, the Demon Lord rescued the Black Tiger King right in front of him. At that time, the power of the Water God was completely isolated, and his plan to forcibly keep the Black Tiger King failed.
Now this power has reappeared in the Black Tiger King. Although it has not been able to completely isolate the power of the Water God, it is too difficult to control the flesh and blood in its body at will as before.
With his water god power disrupted, Zhang Ping's thoughts raced, and his gaze immediately swept towards the Black Tiger King's crystal wings and black scales.
"Our only options are to find a way to break through its scales or cut off its wings..."
He exhaled a breath of stale air and gripped the long sword in his hand tightly.
"Demon Blade, Radiant Light!"
......
Heavy, labored breathing rose and fell in the darkness.
A stream flows by, and there is a wooden house in a small courtyard.
Inside the courtyard, the room used to store timber had been sealed off from the inside.
There is no moon tonight, and it's drizzling.
The royal city has a permanent population of one million. Since the invasion of demons, people from all over the country who could not survive have flocked to the royal city, and now the population of the city has long reached several million.
The security situation has become a mess.
In remote areas near the city's edge, large numbers of refugees sought shelter from the rain wherever they could find a spot. Piles of filth were everywhere, diluted by the rainwater.
Mixed in the mud, it emitted a suffocating stench.
Two short, sleazy-looking men squatted outside a wooden hut by the stream, their ears pressed tightly against the wooden planks.
"Here we go again, it's almost dawn, they really know how to make a fuss!" The older man with a goatee suddenly became excited and said to his companion in a low voice.
The fair-skinned young man next to him quickly rolled up his trousers to avoid the rainwater mixed with filth flowing on the ground, and pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.
In the wooden cabin separated by a wall, the heavy breathing mixed with the loud "slap slap" sounds were particularly loud.
Unlike the earlier part of the night, when there were struggles and screams, now it seemed that only one person's breathing could be heard inside.
The goatee blushed and muttered angrily to the young man, "That guy is a real jerk. He kept her up all night, and the woman was almost silent."
The young man also looked indignant: "He's a beast! He has no pity for the girl at all. How could she have fallen for him?" He then added with a hint of doubt.
"But... this is the fifth one already, Uncle Shan, don't you think these girls' voices are a bit rough?"
The goatee, who was listening intently, said irritably, "They all forced themselves on with their mouths covered. What's wrong with a slightly rough voice? The last one was mute! You'd be a fool to tell!"
"That's true..." The young man dismissed his doubts and continued to listen attentively.
After a while, a muffled "bang" suddenly came from the wooden house, mixed with the sound of some small things falling, as if something had fallen to the ground.
Confused, the two rubbed their heads against the wall, trying to hear the faint sounds.
But just then—
Swish!
Two blood-red tentacles suddenly pierced through the thin wooden wall!
It pierced through the heads of both of them in an instant!
The two died before they could even struggle or cry out. The broken wood chips fell into the rainwater flowing into the ditch and were quickly washed away.
Blood and white brain matter splattered out, but were immediately sucked back in by the two blood-red tentacles.
The two corpses quickly shrank and shriveled, turning into skin and bones.
"Two ants, making a racket."
The crimson tentacles slowly retracted into the wooden house.
Inside the pitch-black wooden house, a faint ray of light pierced through a hole in the wall.
Inside the house, dry firewood was piled up haphazardly, much of it already damp from the seeping rain. In one corner lay dozens of emaciated corpses, resembling mummies but also different from them.
Judging from their skeletal structure, they are all male.
A young man stood there, slowly raising his hand, and the blood-red tentacles disappeared down his palm.
Suddenly, a hoarse, unpleasant woman's voice, like the scraping of a broken gong, rang out in the darkness: "Five more... to reach the Bone Forging Realm... and then the Yin Demon Body... will be complete..."
The moment the sound rang out, the young man's body convulsed violently, his face contorted and split open from the middle.
His left cheek remained unchanged, but his right cheek was strangely stretched and deformed, turning into half of a seductive woman's face.
Li Fan stared silently at the person on the ground, who had turned into a dried-up corpse after he had tormented them all night, his feelings a mix of emotions.
"knew……"
The dim light illuminated half of his effeminate face.
Lost in thought, my mind drifted back to that bloody night in Lingchuan County...
Demons attacked the city, causing chaos in the region.
He rushed home, only to find his family members being brutally murdered by the city's martial artists; his father had died at the hands of those martial artists.
The entire Lingchuan was surrounded by demons, in complete chaos, and nobody cared about anything. His status as a martial arts apprentice was utterly useless at that moment.
He escaped, taking his mother with him.
Later, when the Demon Exorcism Division broke through the encirclement, his cultivation level was too low to keep up. Fortunately, because of his connection with Zhang Ping, he was taken into the group by someone arranged by his master's wife.
Unfortunately, he was separated from the main group by demons halfway through the journey. Only his mother remained with the group, her fate unknown.
In the wilderness, he encountered something within his body.
The memories that followed were unbearable, and my thoughts abruptly ended there.
Li Fan snapped out of his daze and tossed the dried corpse in front of him into a corner. The half-faced, alluring woman spoke again:
"There's the aura of the Holy Demon Lock in the city... You must go... and retrieve it..."
"Understood," Li Fan replied.
......
The sky was bright.
A towering wave of blades tore through the earth.
He Changhong watched helplessly as Miao Caixin and the others gradually disappeared into the distance, gritting his teeth, but he dared not take a single step forward to chase after them.