She must kill this black dragon.
(Because of the special nature of [Red Dust], and the fact that I still have something to hide, it’s still easy for people from the outside world to talk to me... But this dragon monster must have remembered my characteristics. If I don’t kill it, my mortal identity will no longer be a secret...)
It would be fine if the demons had no plans for his mortal body, but judging from the current situation, this is obviously impossible.
Once targeted, this mortal incarnation of mine would be in a very dangerous situation.
Unless he completely abandons the identity of "Six-door Golden Seal Unicorn"... But the consequences of this choice are equally unbearable. An indelible crack will appear in the mortal phase, and it may even affect the other two phases.
Miss Qilin, having made up her mind, narrowed her eyes and gradually floated towards the pale space crack in the green space.
She looked at the dragon monster that wanted to chase after her but was hesitant due to his confusion.
(Almost... In its current state, it can't resist the seeds of the Red Dust Hell that I planted when I deliberately used words to disturb its mind.)
(I just didn’t expect that the [Red Dust] bait sent by the demon race could allow my mortal body to reach a point close to Red Dust perfection... If it were before, I would not have been able to condense the Hell Seed Method at all...)
(But according to the description of One Qi Transformed into Three Pure Ones and Condensed into a Mortal Body, I will be retaliated by the mortal world later... I can't care less!)
The pupils of Miss Qilin's eyes beneath the mask no longer had any sensitivity.
"The world is like a prison, and all living beings are prisoners..."
A cold voice spread.
Chapter 437: Killing the Dragon (3k)
Above the royal city, the Nascent Soul battlefield.
Night Crow came back to his senses from a feeling of dizziness, and the scene in his eyes gradually became clearer, but he was suddenly stunned.
"What happened?"
His voice trembled slightly.
“I don’t know.”
The one who answered him was Xuan Ming, who had woken up earlier than him.
This Shamatte Jinzhang lowered his voice: "... I feel like I was just in a trance, and the scene in front of me has become what it is now."
Like them, the monks around them also woke up one by one, then stared at the scene in front of them in a daze, with a chill running from the soles of their feet to the back of their heads.
What they saw was a strange scene filled with demon corpses.
The corpses of the monsters that had been dead before were withered for some reason, and in their memories, the monsters in this area that were still alive a second ago were all dead for some reason at this moment.
The cause of death was the same, all due to cracks between the eyebrows, which cut off life force.
Sacrifice
As the Minister of Intelligence, Night Crow quickly remembered what such strange phenomena generally represented.
But he glanced around and didn't find anything wrong.
"Qilin, do you have any clues?"
Night Crow looked at the figure who had fallen behind him without him noticing.
The figure wearing the mask with scale patterns shook his head silently.
Night Crow thought for a moment.
"Anyway, let's check if there are any problems first... I told my fellow Taoists around me about my previous speculation. The demon tribe must have some plan to gather us all together."
Maybe it’s even been done
Night Crow wasn't very clear, because he really didn't feel anything was wrong.
… …
"Who are you? Why are you here?!"
The black dragon, still in the scarlet space, roared angrily, and there was a hint of dragon might in his voice. There was a layer of dragon phantom looming on his body, as if it could reveal its true form at any time.
It seems that only in this way can it give it enough sense of security.
But the figure in its sight ignored it.
The figure in the white robe seemed to be one with the heaven and earth, without any ripples.
For some reason, the black dragon's eyes only saw this figure that made its heart tremble, and it could not see anything else.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"What is your purpose?"
"Could it be... that you want to stop us demons from achieving our supreme feat?!"
Perhaps increasing the volume really did have some effect. The black dragon's voice gradually returned to normal from its trembling, as if the previous panic had faded away, and courage surged back into his heart, and his tone began to turn into a question.
Its body unknowingly approached the first space crack and removed the formation that was no longer useful.
However, at this moment, the other side finally responded.
The echoing piano music stopped and was replaced by a sneer.
"Great cause?"
The figure in white robe did not turn around, but just slightly changed the posture of holding the fishing rod and made a movement as if he was about to reel in the rod, but did not take any further steps, still letting the fishing line ripple in the void.
His voice was indifferent:
"Since when... an ascension to heaven that is doomed to fail can be called a great feat?"
The black dragon, which was only half a step away from crossing the crack and reaching the blue space, suddenly stopped.
Although the other party's words were plain, they sounded like thunder to its ears.
"Destined... to fail?"
The black dragon felt a storm rising in its brain, causing it to mutter to itself subconsciously.
(Does he know what our demon race wants to do? Does he know the demon lord’s plan? Is he really here to destroy the demon lord’s plan?)
(No, it’s impossible… If there really is such a being that wants to oppose the Demon Lord, how could the Demon Lord not know about it? How could he not make arrangements? This is something that the one who awakened this time in the Demon Spirit Realm tacitly agreed to…)
(No... No, is the Demon Lord really not prepared?)
Black Flood Dragon suddenly remembered the doubts he had been holding from the beginning.
Why, to deal with a mere early Nascent Soul stage cultivator, the demon clan not only had to put the opponent into an irresistible state and capture Yao Yue, but also had to set up a formation
Even I, a God of Incarnation, have to suppress it personally
Did the Demon Lord know from the beginning that an accident might happen
That's why I have to complete the last step of the mission as soon as possible... Because if I'm late, I will fail due to that person's interference
Boom boom boom.
The black dragon's heartbeat accelerated wildly, beating like a drum.
It instinctively wanted to deny the other party's statement that it was "doomed to failure", but inexplicably it had the urge to believe it.
Can the Demon Lord really succeed
If he could succeed in ascending to the immortal realm, why would the Immortal Kingdom's former emperor, who was once much more powerful and terrifying than the Demon Lord, give up? Why would he suddenly disappear
No, I can't think about it anymore...
The black dragon realized that there was something wrong with his state of mind, as if he would fall into an abyss if he wavered for a moment.
It forced itself to gather its thoughts, its demon blood boiled, and the madness that was squeezed out caused it to crash headfirst into the space crack and enter the blue space.
"The Demon Lord will ascend to the position of Demon Immortal... There is no doubt that the Demon Lord will ascend to the position of Demon Immortal... By then, the whole world will be a land of demons..."
As if hypnotizing itself, the black dragon's human body became more and more illusory, its demonic appearance became clearer and clearer, and the crazy colors in its scarlet vertical pupils gradually became more obvious.
But at this moment, the white-robed figure in the pale space shook the fishing rod, and a thunder suddenly sounded.
boom!
“Ascend to the level of a demon fairy? Hahaha.” The mocking laughter echoed in the space… While this laughter spread, the temperament of the white-robed figure quietly changed.
His hand left the fishing rod, but the rod remained motionless.
Then, he slowly stood up from the void, his white robe fluttering.
The aloof demeanor of the previous moment was no longer there, and he seemed to have turned into an emperor who looked down upon the world.
"This is so ignorant that it's ridiculous..."
"Let's not talk about the fact that this can only make you a pseudo-immortal at best... Heh, even if it allows you to become a true immortal, what's the harm?"
"Xian, it's not like I haven't killed anyone before."
The figure in white robe suddenly turned around.
A blank mask was reflected in the black dragon's eyes.
But the gaze beneath the mask was like that of a god or a devil!
At this moment, endless illusions seemed to appear in its mind.
It saw millions of demons turned into ashes in the blink of an eye by the white-robed figure.
It saw the entire demon land falling apart and turning into wasteland with a sigh from the white-robed figure.
It saw the demon master being killed and its true form revealed, but it was plucked and bled by the white-robed figure, and thrown into a big pot... and it was tied aside without any resistance, becoming the next ingredient to be put into the pot.
A figure in a white robe came over with a knife sharpened...
… …
Miss Qilin's eyes showed fatigue, but also a hint of joy.
The most difficult step has been completed.
She had entered the pale space without knowing when, and stood beside the saint of the demon sect who had "killed a true immortal".
But the black dragon in the green space seemed to be unable to see her, the real target of the mission. It stared blankly at her side and trembled as if it was struggling in fear.
She glanced at someone next to her with a slightly strange look.
To be honest, this guy's acting skills were beyond her imagination.
I knew that this Demon Sect Saint was a good actor, but I didn't expect him to be so good at it.
For a moment, even he himself felt that the other party was a legendary powerful being who could slay immortals and gods.
Therefore, the effect of her first use of the Red Dust Prison Seed was exceptionally good.
On the other side, Luo Wusheng was particularly sensitive to Miss Qilin's gaze. He still maintained his posture, but his face under the mask twitched.
It's so fucking embarrassing!
If he were alone, it would be nothing to pretend to be ruthless like this. He, Luo, might even feel complacent about scaring the God of Transformation and feel very happy inside.
But Miss Qilin, who knows the truth, is right beside him, and she is the real main force in this fight against the black dragon...
Luo Wusheng thought of the lines and actions he had just designed, and his own disdainful laughter... He wanted to die.
But he still had to continue to suppress his shame that wanted to roll on the ground, looking down at the black dragon that was separated by a space, and kept telling himself: This is an ant, everything in the world is an ant to me... Ah, the world full of ants should be destroyed...
Fortunately, it will be over soon.
After it was over, he used lightning to completely paralyze his facial nerves, causing him to suffer from facial paralysis for a period of time.
As long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed!
At this time, Miss Qilin, who looked quite weak, took a deep breath.
Luo Wusheng knew that it was finally time to take action.
"Please, Emperor Zu, one sword!"
Miss Qilin's voice was very soft, but there was a mysterious connection between them that was tense in these words.
In the space filled with green light, a precious jade that had been left behind at an unknown time suddenly shattered.
A ray of light shone in front of the black dragon.
An illusory figure walked out of the light.