The Black Mountain Demon is Here

Chapter 228 The Black Mountain Demon is Here

When the second-tier giant scorpion arrived, it charged straight into the center of the thunderstorm, where electric arcs were still emanating.

A wisp of white smoke dissipated.

Amidst the Gobi Desert ground shattered into shards by the lightning bolts, a pair of jet-black wings, no more than six zhang in span, unfurled, dispelling the thunder and smoke, revealing the true form of a demonic beast, and coldly glanced at the approaching giant scorpion demonic beast.

The giant scorpion emerged from the ground, its body resembling a hill, lying across the shards of glass.

But after being glanced at by the tiny black monster, it hurriedly lowered its body, retracted the pincers on its tail, and pressed itself tightly to the ground, not daring to move.

It was merely an ordinary demon beast that had recently received the blessing of the Demon Master and broken through to the second rank. What merit did it possess to face the Black Mountain Demon King? Rumor had it that this Demon King was eccentric and ferocious, either staying in the Black Mountain or, upon emerging, rushing out to slaughter, and in his slaughter, he showed no distinction between friend and foe.

Li Jieqing glanced at it in his demonic form, then looked away.

If it were any other time, he wouldn't mind spending some time capturing this giant scorpion demon to nourish himself and enhance his physical cultivation.

However, the situation was urgent at the moment, so they had no choice but to give up.

"Hey!"

With a flap of his wings, Li Jieqing's demonic form vanished from its original spot, tilting and flying towards the northern demon realm, disappearing from sight in an instant.

Did Xing Wusong think that escaping to the Demon Realm would solve everything?

Now is the time for the Black Mountain Demon King to make his move!

"It's really lively."

Li Jieqing, in his demonic form, patrolled northwards along the edge of the Western Demon Realm.

Finally, on the north bank of the Tongtian River in the Demon Realm, they witnessed Hou Lin and Xing Wusong fighting, along with a powerful demon that had been alerted and was causing trouble as they fought. The two men and the demon fought their way closer and closer to the depths of the Demon Realm.

Li Jieqing's demonic form had incredibly sharp ears. Far beyond the reach of Hou Lin and Xing Wusong's spiritual perception, he could hear eight or nine tenths of the commotion with just a flick of his bat head.

That's right, this is where the real body is located.

"This Hou Lin is quite something, he directly chose the right person—"

Li Jieqing didn't think Hou Lin caught Xing Wusong's true form by luck. Just considering that Hou Lin had acted decisively and actively pursued the true form on the north bank, luck couldn't be the only explanation.

This person came from a poor family in the Eastern Lands, yet he cultivated to the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage in less than two hundred years, surpassing even the powerful clans of the Eastern Lands.

Furthermore, Hou Lin's ability to directly identify the true form of Xing Wusong at this time suggests that he must have had some extraordinary encounter or opportunity behind him.

"Hehehehe————"

Li Jieqing retracted his perked-up ears and chuckled darkly a few times.

He wasn't particularly interested in other people's opportunities, since he wasn't very good at arson, murder, and looting.

However, what Xing Wusong seized from the royal family cannot be given to General Hou Lin.

The north bank of the Tongtian River.

Hou Lin grew increasingly anxious as the fight progressed. Xing Wusong fought and retreated, deliberately trying to lure him deeper into the demon realm. A demon beast was also watching them intently from the side, its movements seemingly playful, but its eyes flashed with ferocity.

Having dealt with demonic beasts for many years, Hou Lin immediately understood that the beast wanted to leave both of them here.

"You thief! Hand over what you looted from the palace at once!"

Hou Lin couldn't help but question the past.

He didn't answer any questions, only letting out a sinister laugh.

He had already reached the territory inhabited by demonic beasts, and now he would see how long these local inhabitants of the grotto-heavens could keep chasing him.

Suddenly, the two people who were fighting each other stopped at the same time.

They didn't find Li Jieqing, but the second-tier demonic beast that had been pestering them and exuding ferocity had stopped moving.

The demon beast raised its head, looked south, and then turned and disappeared into the northern part of the demon realm.

Neither Xing Wusong nor Hou Lin were ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators. Upon seeing this situation, they immediately stopped their battle, became wary of their surroundings, and scanned their surroundings with their divine senses.

Something that could scare away a second-tier demon beast —

"They're here!"

Hou Lin's divine sense finally detected something intruding, moving so fast that he could only sense a dark shadow.

Moreover, it came straight in his direction, without any deviation.

"hateful!"

Hou Lin cursed, finally abandoning the idea of ​​avoiding litigation, and turned east to hide.

Having pursued them to the depths of the demon realm, encountering danger is perfectly normal; a choice must be made.

Xing Wusong was also running, and the two parted ways. One continued running westward, while the other gave up the chase and returned eastward.

Without hesitation, the dark figure headed straight for Xing Wusong, who was heading west.

"It's the Black Mountain Demon!"

Hou Lin finally saw the true face of the dark figure with his divine sense, exclaimed "Black Mountain Demon!" and sped away.

Couldn't you have chosen a more common name? Why bother calling me this?

Li Jieqing muttered something under his breath, then sped up to catch up with Xing Wusong, who was continuing to flee westward. With a flash of his four wings, he knocked Xing Wusong off the ground and onto the surface of the demon realm.

A cloud of blood mist spread from the ground.

In the blood mist, a blood corpse with Xing Wusong's face leaped into the air, roared, grabbed Li Jieqing's demonic body by the neck, and opened its mouth to bite the skin to suck blood.

A blood corpse in the late Foundation Establishment stage!

This is definitely the real one!

As Xing Wusong transformed into a blood corpse, Li Jieqing instantly recalled the Netherworld Corpse Divine Power of the Blood Heart Sect. At the same time, his demonic body moved swiftly, his figure spreading out to dodge Xing Wusong's blood corpse's blood-sucking act. He transformed into countless small, crouching wings, while his main body re-condensed on the side, slapping a claw onto the blood corpse that Xing Wusong had transformed into.

The two wrestled and fought in the air, tumbling and falling together from the sky.

Li Jieqing opened his mouth and tore off the bloodied corpse's arm.

Xing Wusong stretched out his claws and tore off one of Li Jieqing's wings.

With the howling of demonic beasts and the roars of blood-soaked corpses, it's hard to imagine that the actual situation is actually two cultivators fighting here.

Xing Wusong was also furious. He had two targets, but instead of chasing the monster that had fled back, it was chasing him!

The only option now is to fight as hard as we can. Even if we can't kill this bat monster, we should at least frighten it away so that it can escape and heal its wounds.

Just as Xing Wusong was thinking this, Li Jieqing opened his mouth and sprayed a black mist onto the blood corpse that Xing Wusong had transformed into.

In an instant, flesh and blood dissolved.

Xing Wusong let out a miserable scream as his facial features detached from the blood-soaked corpse's face, and fresh blood gushed out from the seven orifices of the corpse's face like a gushing spring.

These were all resources that Xing Wusong had spent a hundred years refining his own blood corpse. Now, Li Jieqing had splashed them with a mouthful of filthy breath, breaking the blood corpse's body and causing its own reserves to gush out all at once.

This was the first time Li Jieqing had ever seen such a scene. He spread his three wings and flew up, dodging the spray of black and red blood.

Visibly, a lake of blood spread out from the spot, bubbling and gurgling.

As soon as the spread of the blood lake stopped, hundreds of blood corpses with weak auras and at the Qi Refining Realm crawled out from around the blood lake and fled in dense numbers to the surrounding wilderness.

Xing Wusong's true form was hiding there, enduring the backlash pain while disguised as a low-level blood corpse, cursing inwardly.

"Where did this strange monster come from? Judging from its aura and shape, it should be a monstrous creature called the Fuyi Winged Beast from the Great Eastern Wilderness, but its innate demonic magic is so effective against my Blood Corpse Technique!"

"These indigenous people living in these cave dwellings deserve to be killed!"

Xing Wusong grew angrier the more he thought about it, his eyes turning bloodshot. He hadn't realized in time that he had been tricked by the great demon Xu Fuyi. No wonder the native ran away so decisively; he must have known how powerful Xu Fuyi was.

The hateful incident of losing to someone in the early stages of Foundation Establishment in a previous duel is still fresh in my mind.

There isn't a single good person in this Blood Heart Cave!

The indigenous people who were chasing him deserved to be killed, and the indigenous people who had previously defeated him deserved to be killed.

And this Xu Fuyi should be killed too!

Despite the backlash from the destruction of his blood corpse and the filthy demonic energy still lingering within him, Xing Wusong swayed and disguised himself as a low-level blood corpse as he ran forward.

The fact that Xu Fuyi's filthy demonic magic could so effectively counter the Blood Corpse's divine power is a strange phenomenon.

If that demonic bloodline were to spread, how would their Blood God Sect be able to survive in the East Sea?

As long as I can get him to leave, heal his injuries, and rebuild his blood corpse, I will definitely get rid of this filthy thing when we meet again!

Just as Xing Wusong was thinking this way.

The four-winged serpent that had been hovering in the air landed right in front of him, glanced at him coldly, and stretched out its claws to grab him.

Do they really think he's a monster?

After suffering a series of injuries, Xing Wusong's aura was no longer as perfectly concealed as it had been when he fled the capital.

An ordinary demon beast might have been fooled by his trick, but unfortunately, Li Jieqing was also a cultivator, and one who had dealt with Xing Wusong before.

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