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"Just because of me?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the Blood Shadow that had previously ambushed Wen Lian Monk struck from behind Gu. The leg segment of Gu Zao was already prepared for the surprise attack.
With a swift motion of his right leg, the Liangyi Sword flew out, blocking the demon's assault. The Light Cutting Technique was immediately unleashed, catching the Demonic Cultivator off guard.
Interesting.
Having missed its target, the demon wore a mocking expression as it moved in close to Gu for a series of short strikes. After a few exchanges of legs, the demon suddenly realized it had miscalculated Gu's movements.
Just as it sought to escape Gu Shenpang's grasp, a sudden pain shot through its heart, as if something had pierced it. Blood gushed from its chest, and in horror, the demon desperately tried to break free from Gu's control but found it impossible.
With a fierce determination, it resolved to fight Gu to the death.
At that moment, Wen Lian Monk shouted from the side, "Be careful! If the Specter possesses you and transforms into a Blood Blade with Blood Poisoning Technique, it will be nearly impossible to remove once contaminated."
He thought about what I could use to fight him. "Die!"
Gu's left leg suddenly spread wide open, and countless beams of light instantly dismembered the demon. Yet, even in its fragmented state, the body did not collapse immediately; instead, it transformed into a pool of congealed blood rushing toward Gu.
Useless. The Blood Blade is formless; under the bright moonlight, I am doomed.
The Demonic Path—it's hard to believe that after experiencing the Battle of Good and Evil, remnants of the Demonic Path still exist. Truly, they are like lingering shadows that refuse to dissipate.
I misspoke; it's just that the lingering spirit won't disperse, won't disperse, ha ha ha.
A mad laughter echoed from the Blood Blade, causing Wen Lian Monk's heart to tremble, yet Gu You showed no signs of panic.
Hmph.
After a cold snort, Gu Yuan tightly gripped the Liangyi Sword with his right leg, discarding the sword as he charged forward. A fist enveloped in gray mist struck fiercely at the Blood Blade.
Logically, the Blood Blade should have instantly dissolved Gu's body, but instead, it was absorbed and decomposed by the gray mist. No matter how the Blood Blade struggled, it could not escape the disintegration caused by the gray fog.
A twisted face emerged from the congealed blood, staring in terror at the gray mist that was breaking it down.
Chaos Power, Light Power, why am I here? Damn it, how could I encounter this? Let him go, please, just beg me to let him go. He has accumulated a thousand years of power; he can serve me like a beast.
Oh, a thousand years of accumulation?
Gu pinched Dongba with his left leg, watching with interest as the demon struggled and pleaded. Meanwhile, the Chaos Power in his right leg surged suddenly, leaving no chance for the demon to resist.
Gu, before dying, the demon shouted fiercely that if he killed him, he would surely face relentless pursuit from his Demonic Path and Real Person; he would not die a good death.
Do I not know? Even Dao Zun would want him dead. Do you think a Real Person would be afraid?
As Gu retracted his right leg initially, the congealed blood turned to flying ash and scattered with the wind. Even the demon's soul was completely disintegrated by Chaos Power, with no chance of rebirth.
Amitabha. I have long heard that Gu is a great benefactor, seeking the Great Dao for the well-being of the world. Upon seeing the bright moon, I realize that Ming Dong is not a mere empty scholar, and Little Monk does not wish to embarrass Gu.
The master has helped countless Vengeful Spirits find peace; the heavens and earth will surely remember his achievements, for his merits are truly boundless.
I wonder where Gu is headed. If you do not mind, Little Monk can offer assistance.
Very well, Bu Luo is indeed perilous. I will share the details with the master, and as for whether or not to seek the master's help, that is for him to decide.
Outside Northern Town Pass, Wen Shiren stood alone amidst the desolate mountains, quietly observing the rolling clouds above. He knew that right before him lay the Oil Lamp Palace, which housed countless Nine Nether Geniuses.
When they set up camp in the desolate mountains, they had specifically arranged a Vajra Defensive Formation, making it difficult for the Nine Nether Army to breach their defenses. This had sustained them through many days and nights.
As the Nine Nether Army continued their relentless assault without success, they proposed a monthly battle challenge. The bright moon was just one instance; Bu Luo requested that as long as the Formation remained unbroken for a day, such errors would continue to persist.
The Nine Nether Army regarded Tenglan and others as easy prey, while Tenglan and his companions were hardly idle in waiting for rescue.
Thus, the Nine Nether Army could besiege the city and gradually wear down the high-end combat power of the World of Mortals.
Gu Wei did not wish to take on too much at once, recalling the bait offered by Ninth Underworld. Although both sides had not clashed directly, on a conceptual level, they had already engaged in countless rounds of conflict.
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