Lu Yi wielded the Spring and Autumn Brush, its light dazzling and its sharp edge gleaming, carrying the ferocity of slaying immortals and demons. The brush transformed into a rainbow, lunging towards Feng Ji.
Feng Ji’s eyes shot out two beams of demonic light, forming a vortex that easily blocked the rainbow formed by the Spring and Autumn Brush.
Seeing this, Lu Yi merely sneered.
At this moment, he even used nearly half of the spiritual energy within his body. The Spring and Autumn Brush, dripping ink, painted a vast, picturesque landscape in mid-air, attacking Feng Ji once more.
Feng Ji roared, fully unleashing the Luo Fu Liu Ming Demonic Art. A demonic god’s manifestation suddenly appeared on his person.
This demonic god was naked, over eighty zhang tall, with six arms. With a mere wave, it tore apart and destroyed the vast landscape.
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Strike while the iron is hot.
Lu Yi pressed his attack relentlessly, using his own blood as ink, writing with wild calligraphy.
With a flick of his brush, blood ink streaked through the air.
Drops of fresh crimson blood ink scattered, trapping the demonic god’s manifestation and Feng Ji.
The brush strokes continued, and Lu Yi drew over a dozen iron chains burning with Samadhi True Fire, which actually incinerated the demonic god’s manifestation into dust.
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“Lu, do you truly believe you have me cornered?”
Trapped in a desperate situation, Feng Ji fought back with all his might. He sacrificed his own flesh and blood for ample spiritual energy. The Ghost God’s Decisive Blade in his hand emitted a powerful, murderous clang.
“Ghost God Devours Heaven – Pseudo-Divine Ability Luo Fu Blade Strike!”
The blade light descended, filled with surging demonic intent, relentless, emotionless, cold, and cruel. This strike was unavoidable, escape impossible.
Seeing this, Lu Yi’s expression finally changed. After a direct confrontation with this move, he couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, retreating over ten paces.
Wiping the blood from his lips, Lu Yi muttered to himself, “As expected of Feng Ji, one of the Seven Nights Demon Lords of the Demonic Dao. Even severely wounded and with most of his spiritual energy depleted, he can unleash such combat power.”
After Feng Ji’s physical body collapsed, his soul decisively transformed into a green light, fleeing towards the direction away from the battlefield.
Two or three cultivators who saw this had a strange glint in their eyes and directly pursued the direction of Feng Ji’s escaping primordial spirit.
They clearly felt that Feng Ji was severely weakened and it was time to add insult to injury.
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After Feng Ji’s primordial spirit escaped, the situation on the battlefield immediately shifted again.
Lu Shaoyou, Wang Ren, and An Zhengyi of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect exchanged glances, a fierce light flashing in their eyes. They began to command their fellow disciples to fully surround and kill the inner disciples of the Demonic Dao Sect.
Lu Yi and Su You Shi, seeing this, inwardly lamented their misfortune. They began to lead the other disciples of the Tai Yi Immortal Sect to aid the inner disciples of the Demonic Dao Sect, with whom they had considerable enmity.
The primary reason for this shift in the situation was that, without Feng Ji’s command, the inner disciples of the Demonic Dao Sect fought individual battles, making them easy prey for the disciples of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect led by Lu Shaoyou, Wang Ren, and An Zhengyi.
If the tree falls, the leaves scatter.
Once the inner disciples of the Demonic Dao Sect were annihilated by the disciples of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect, they would be next.
When one’s lips are cold, one’s teeth are exposed.
Therefore, at this moment, the disciples of the Demonic Dao Sect and the disciples of the Tai Yi Immortal Sect cooperated seamlessly, back to back, facing the onslaught of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect disciples.
Sometimes, even the greatest enmity could be altered and surrendered in the face of mutual interest.
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Just as the cultivators of the Tai Yi Immortal Sect, Cold Water True Spirit Sect, and Demonic Dao Sect were locked in the fiercest of battles, no one noticed that a graceful figure suddenly vanished from the battlefield. It was Zhang Wan’er, who had been holding back her strength.
Zhang Wan’er looked at the direction Feng Ji’s soul had fled with greedy eyes, a killing intent flashing in her heart.
After Feng Ji’s soul moved away from the battlefield, it flew down towards the dense jungle below.
At the same time, without regard for anything else, he unleashed several spells, shooting them towards the two or three pursuing cultivators.
This frenzied attack indeed caused the two or three cultivators to pause momentarily. Although they quickly dispelled these spells, by the time they tried to locate Feng Ji’s soul again, the area was eerily quiet.
Feng Ji’s soul had vanished without a trace in the jungle.
The eyes of these two or three cultivators flickered uncertainly. They slowly descended to a low altitude and began to circle above the nearby dense forest, appearing as if they still wanted to find Feng Ji’s soul.
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At this moment, inside a large tree in the dense jungle below, Feng Ji’s soul was cautiously observing the two or three cultivators in the sky, a hint of tension in his gaze.
It turned out that Feng Ji had used a secret technique from the Luo Fu Liu Ming Demonic Art to completely isolate all auras around him.
This secret technique not only isolated spiritual energy fluctuations but also completely concealed the aura of his soul.
Now, Feng Ji was forced to use this secret technique, hoping that these two or three cultivators did not possess any soul-seizing spells that would force him out of this tree. After searching for a while and finding nothing, they would leave on their own, otherwise, his fate would be grim.
However, to be safe, Feng Ji’s soul was prepared to continue his escape.
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Only after he saw the figures of the two or three cultivators disappear did Feng Ji’s soul heave a sigh of relief. He had narrowly escaped death; it was truly a stroke of luck.
Calming himself slightly, Feng Ji recalled the main culprits behind all this, Lu Yi and Wu Tao, and a surge of rage ignited within him!
“Good. Very good! Now that I’m not dead, you two will have your reckoning. You wait, I will not let you go.”
The furious Feng Ji muttered hatefully to himself as he recovered his energy.
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On the other side, Zhang Wan’er stood high in the sky, calmly watching the jungle below, silent.
After a moment, she reached into her storage bag and took out a dark ink-colored bottle.
Zhang Wan’er held it gently in her delicate hand and slowly infused spiritual energy into it. After a short while, the dark ink-colored bottle emitted a faint glow and floated in the air.
“Come out, Soul Devouring Demon!”
Zhang Wan’er then began to chant incantations.
The dark ink-colored bottle trembled, and a small demon named “Soul Devouring Demon” emerged.
The Soul Devouring Demon instantly transformed into a streak of light and disappeared.
Seeing this, Zhang Wan’er’s face showed a faint smile. Her footsteps light, she followed closely behind.
The Soul Devouring Demon was a demon she had refined through a secret demonic art.
The Soul Devouring Demon’s innate talent was soul devouring, naturally preying on souls and spirits. It could easily locate Feng Ji’s soul’s hiding place.
Of course, the Soul Devouring Demon could not be too far from Feng Ji’s soul. If the distance exceeded a hundred li, Zhang Wan’er would also be helpless.
However, Zhang Wan’er had been following Feng Ji’s soul, so how could she be too far away?
After flying several hundred meters, zigzagging, the Soul Devouring Demon suddenly descended diagonally. Seeing this, Zhang Wan’er knew she had found her target. She immediately increased her speed, caught the Soul Devouring Demon, and then a layer of green light suddenly appeared, recalling the Soul Devouring Demon back into the dark ink-colored bottle.
Zhang Wan’er moved without a sound, like a phantom. Therefore, when she finally saw Feng Ji’s soul, Feng Ji was still completely unaware. He was hiding behind the shaded side of a large rock, cross-legged, appearing to be meditating and cultivating.
“Damn it, my energy is severely depleted now. The chance of seizing a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s body is not high. This is troublesome,” Feng Ji muttered to himself, clearly in a bad mood.
Just then, a voice as gentle as water came from behind.
“Heh heh, it seems Senior Brother Feng Ji is in some trouble. Do you need your junior sister to help you?”
“Who? Come out?”
Feng Ji’s expression changed dramatically upon hearing this, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He hurriedly looked towards the source of the voice, his face filled with vigilance.
At this moment, Zhang Wan’er, her face flushed with charm and a smile, calmly walked out.
“Junior Sister Zhang Wan’er, is that you?”
Upon seeing Zhang Wan’er, Feng Ji’s pupils involuntarily contracted slightly, and the vigilance in his eyes increased by another three parts.
“Junior sister saw Senior Brother Feng Ji severely wounded and specially came to protect you. Come, come, let junior sister heal you first!” Zhang Wan’er said enthusiastically.
“Hmph, you’re offering to heal me? It would be good enough if you didn’t skin me alive and refine my soul!”
Upon hearing this, Feng Ji’s face showed even greater panic. His eyes darted around, clearly contemplating some wicked scheme.
Seeing this, Zhang Wan’er’s expression instantly changed. With a cold laugh, she suddenly raised her hand, about to cast a spell specifically targeting souls.
“What are you doing?” Seeing Zhang Wan’er about to make a move, Feng Ji, like a startled rabbit, immediately leaped back several zhang, trying to escape.
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The demonic path emphasizes pure, naked survival of the fittest, without any pretense, along with three recognized traditions.
First Tradition: Bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Second Tradition: Benefiting oneself at the expense of others.
Third Tradition: Betraying teachers and killing siblings.
One face, one behind. Whichever approach works, they use it.
Feng Ji, now reduced to just his soul, clearly couldn’t employ the direct approach. And when it came to sly tactics, Zhang Wan’er, who had survived in the demonic path for so many years without dying, was certainly not a pushover.
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Green light flashed on Zhang Wan’er’s right hand. With a lightning-fast grab, she seized Feng Ji’s soul tightly. The grip made Feng Ji’s primordial spirit creak and emit pained groans.
“Junior sister, spare me! Junior sister, spare me! Senior brother’s cave abode still has some magical artifacts, spirit stones, and precious treasures. As long as junior sister lets me go, I’m willing to give them all to junior sister!” Feng Ji clearly understood the principle of yielding when at someone else’s mercy!
But Zhang Wan’er paid no heed to Feng Ji’s tempting words. Instead, she immediately cast a very sinister demonic secret technique, extracting, digesting, and absorbing the essence of Feng Ji’s soul.
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