Chapter 196 I still like your unruly look!"Hmph, you want to swallow me? That depends on how strong your teeth are." Cheng Long's eyes were as sharp as torches, and his mental strength was surging in the mountains like a rushing river, locking onto Wu Ming. "My teeth can even crush your bones..." Wu Ming's greedy eyes were full of ferocity. He pointed his right hand to the sky, and his five fingers seemed to grab something and pulled it down suddenly. The next moment, the rolling devil clouds in the sky poured down like a waterfall, and surged like the Yellow River bursting its banks. In a blink of an eye, a ray of light could be seen in the night sky, but it was then covered by the devil clouds that reached the sky and the earth, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. In this evil cloud, countless lonely ghosts were wandering around. Most of them had red eyes and brought gusts of cold wind as they passed by. They are all evil ghosts, evil spirits, and even thousand-year-old ghost kings! There are also many armored skeleton undeads among them, all of them look eerie. If Bai Ling were here, she would probably be torn to pieces by these ghosts very quickly. But the most common ones are women of all kinds, all of them are graceful and voluptuous, some have the heads of animals and the bodies of humans, some have the bodies of humans and the tails of snakes, and all of them are naked... There is no doubt that these are women from all walks of life who were insulted by the Five Gods in all kinds of ways during their lifetime and whose souls were rejected after their death. "Sir, we can handle these undead armies. Don't be distracted." Bai Suzhen's voice suddenly came into his mind. This fox fairy sister was really considerate. Even though the three sisters were dealing with the situation in a very embarrassing way, she still didn't want Cheng Long to be distracted. Their strength was actually not bad, but Wu Ming used all his strength and did this right from the start, causing the three of them to fall into the Senluo Demon Realm, and their magic power was severely suppressed.
"It looks like a quick victory is in order." Just as he was thinking, a strange baby appeared in the void. From head to toe, this ghost baby looked just like an ordinary person, but the strange thing was that there were three adult arms on each of its elbows. Adding the left and right arms together, there were a total of six arms; all of them could move without hindering each other. This strange baby held a different magical weapon in each of its six hands. Electric arcs flowed on its body, its eyes glowed green, and a creepy laugh emanated from its mouth. "Hehe, big brother, your body is so strong and tall. If I swallow you, I can also grow tall and big..." "Disgusting stuff!" Cheng Long didn't wait for the monster baby to finish his words, he suddenly swung the magic knife, drew a sharp blade in the air, accompanied by the force of thunder, and instantly cut down the monster baby! At that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped, and only the sharp sound of the sword breaking through the air could be heard. Faced with this powerful force, the strange ghost baby was powerless to resist. Its six-armed body instantly collapsed in the sword energy and dissipated in a puff of black smoke. Almost at the same time, another ghost god jumped out from the left. This ghost god had a black snake wrapped around his waist. His body was pitch black, his feet were stepping on black water, and his back teeth could be seen at the corners of his grinning mouth. Each tooth is like a sharp saw tooth. It looks quite impressive. However, Cheng Long did not have the leisure to admire the various evil spirits in the Demon Realm. With a whoosh, he disappeared from the spot. Every time he appeared, he would take the life of an evil spirit. The magic knife in his hand was shining with a strange red light. …… After counting the interest. "Sister, there seem to be fewer evil spirits in the Demon Realm. They were attacking us in an overwhelming manner just now, how come there are so many fewer in the blink of an eye?" Huahua, holding a sword, said breathlessly. Whoosh! A strong wind passed by, and several ghosts that had just appeared behind Huahua and tried to attack her turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared without a trace. "It's brother-in-law!" Huahua was delighted and suddenly realized. After spending a whole day climbing the mountain with her brother-in-law, she was very familiar with the pleasant masculine scent on Cheng Long. “Don’t be careless, there are still many evil spirits in Wutong’s Demon Realm, so come closer to me.”
Bai Suzhen's voice was obviously much more relaxed than before. Before this, she had never thought that her man would actually be a magic cultivator, who was not affected by the magic domain of Wutong God and could kill the ghosts in the prison with one sword, as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. In just a short while, most of the evil ghosts and demons in the Demon Realm disappeared, and even the breath of several ghost kings disappeared. "Sister, the young master is so fast that even my spiritual sense can hardly catch his figure..." After killing a fierce ghost, Feifei came to her sister and sighed. "If you have anything to say, let's talk when we get back. Wutong is getting impatient." "..." While the women were talking, Wu Ming, who had wanted to rely on the army of undead to consume Cheng Long's magic power, could no longer wait and showed up. "Boy, I underestimated you!" Wu Ming did not show up at first. He was an undead in the demonic realm. Even if he was killed, he could be reborn. But he never expected that the soul imprints in the soul-gathering banner of the undead killed by Cheng Long would actually dissipate. In just a dozen breaths, more than 60% of the more than 800 undead released were lost. This is unbearable. If Cheng Long continues to kill, there will be no way he can bring any of them back alive. The ghosts in the Soul Gathering Banner were ghost species that he had collected after traveling across the country for hundreds of years. Each of them had unique talents. It’s heartbreaking to see one die, let alone losing four or five hundred at once! "There are many things you can't imagine!" A spiritual force surged up into the sky, rushing towards Wutongshen like a huge wave. This time, Cheng Long did not hold back, and with full firepower, the surging spiritual impact made Wutongshen groan, his body shook, and light green blood flowed from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, and his body cracked inch by inch... "How could this happen?" Wutongshen, who had suffered a severe blow, was suddenly horrified and looked incredulous. He just couldn't understand why he, a demon god, was almost shattered by the mental impact of a young demon cultivator, and even his body was cracked by the mental power attached to the mental impact. Just as he was surprised... A bright light shot out from Cheng Long's eyes, and a majestic demonic energy burst out from his body. In the void, it actually turned into substance, like strands of black silk threads, condensing into several feet long golden swords. A closer look revealed that there were more than three hundred of them. Every golden sword seemed to carry an aura of murderous intent that was eternal and immortal. "go with!" Cheng Long waved his hand, and the flying knives seemed to be guided, whistling towards the surrounding undead. Each flying knife carried a strong demonic energy, and wherever it passed, there were wailing everywhere. The ghosts wandering in the demonic realm screamed one after another, and then turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated in the air. But in the blink of an eye, only Cheng Long, Wu Ming, the Five-Power God, and the three fox sisters were left in the Senluo Demon Realm created by the Five-Power God. The other evil spirits, ghost demons, and ghost kings all received their lunch boxes and turned into warm currents that flowed into Cheng Long's body and became the nourishment for him to become stronger. And this is just the beginning… Hundreds of flying knives condensed from demonic energy cleared out the evil spirits in the Demon Realm. Then, the demonic knives flying all over the sky, like a violent storm, attacked the Wutong God, whose body was cracked inch by inch.
This is exactly the devilish version of Wanjian Guizong that Cheng Long performed based on the Feng Yun comics. The sword is as powerful as a dragon and extremely sharp. Just a meeting. The cracked body of Wutongshen was chopped into pieces of flesh by the magic swords that followed, and light green blood poured out like a rainstorm. "Dead, dead?" In the distance, the three sisters Bai Suzhen, Huahua and Feifei, who were observing this scene through their spiritual sense, were shocked. How could the mighty Five-Power Demon God be killed by Master Cheng like this? "Sister, why do I feel that my brother-in-law is even more ferocious than Wutong Shen! His attacks come one after another, one more powerful than the other, like a surging river, and the Wutong Shen has no power to fight back." Huahua said with admiration. She has a hot temper and likes to solve problems with force, but because of this, her admiration for the strong far exceeds that for her two sworn sisters. Even though Cheng Long's unreserved mental shock just now was not directed at them, it still made them extremely nervous, as if if they were not careful, their souls would be crushed by this powerful mental shock and they would be turned into foolish fox demons. The roar of thousands of swords behind them was even more powerful, and all the evil spirits in the demon realm were killed in one move. "Don't be happy too soon, the Demon Realm is still there, and Wutong is not dead yet!" Bai Suzhen looked solemn. What Cheng Long just destroyed was only Wutong's body, and his soul had not yet been annihilated. Cheng Long obviously also came to this problem. He destroyed the physical body of Wutong God, but the Killing Technique did not absorb the opponent's essence. But in his spiritual sense, the Five-Power God had indeed disappeared. "Strange, where did Wutongshen go? Could it be that this is just his human clone, and his real body is still in the underworld?" Thinking of this, Cheng Long couldn't help but frown. If this is the case, then he killed the human incarnation of Wutong God, and the feud has become bigger, and Mochou, Susu and others will be in danger. "No, he is just a rural evil god. How can he have any human incarnation? Wu Ming is Wu Tong, and Wu Tong is Wu Ming..." "The sequel to Erotic Tales from a Chinese Studio clearly states that after Wu Tong was killed by Taoist Xuan Gui, his demonic body was destroyed, leaving only a trace of demonic desire floating in the three realms, and eventually possessed another demon god." Cheng Long didn't believe that the Wutong God, whom the Taoist priest from Laoshan could kill so easily, had the ability to escape from under his nose. He definitely couldn't capture the other party's soul by killing him, so there must be a reason. The next moment. The spiritual consciousness spread in all directions like an overwhelming force. The result was still nothing, until his attention fell on the Soul Gathering Banner on the ground, and then he suddenly realized. The magic weapon of Wutong God is able to communicate with the opponent's mind. It is not impossible that the soul can escape into it the moment the demon body is destroyed. Picking up the Soul Gathering Banner, as expected, the fluctuations of the Five-Power God's soul were transmitted from it. "I knew it! How could a mere lewd evil god have the ability to escape from under my nose? It turns out that he hid behind the Soul Gathering Banner and dared not make a sound!" The spiritual power poured into the Soul Gathering Banner like a tide, forcibly breaking through layer of restrictions. When the last layer of restrictions was about to be broken, the terrified cry of Wutong God was heard from within the Soul Gathering Banner. "Wait a minute, senior~~" Wu Ming, the Five-Power God, knew that he could not escape. His soul took the initiative to emerge from the banner, knelt on the ground in fear and trepidation, and begged, "Senior, I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong! Please give me a chance to live. I am willing to be your slave and servant and be loyal to you for the rest of my life." Looking at the kneeling Wutong God who looked like a lackey, Cheng Long secretly shook his head and sighed: "Wutong, you know, I actually prefer your unruly look!"
"..." Wu Ming smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and did not dare to answer. (End of this chapter)
