A Record of a Mortal s Journey to Immortality

Chapter 850: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 847 The Demon Sword Reappears Chapter 850: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 847 The Demon Sword Reappears After transforming again, the Demon Soul let out a sinister laugh, then vanished like a fleeting breeze.

The Heaven Extermination Devil Corpse, which had been motionless in front of Han Li, suddenly let out a low roar and its arms abruptly moved.

Countless jade-green claw shadows emitted a “shh shh” sound as they tore through the air, enveloping the area in front.

The black light flickered, and the ghostly figure of the Demon Soul with two heads and four arms appeared amidst the claw shadows.

A trace of ferocity flashed across the ghoulish face of the Demon Soul, and with a gentle wave of one arm towards the claw shadows, a denser and sharper array of claw lights suddenly burst forth, more intense than the green ones.

As soon as they touched, the black lights easily tore through the green claw shadows, and the arm eerily swelled several feet, instantly turning into a black shadow that plunged its fingers into the rock-hard chest of the Jiangshi.

With a clench of its fingers, it directly gouged out a hole as thick as a bowl.

Black corpse blood gushed out.

What would have been a mortal wound for a regular cultivator was merely a sharp pain in the chest for the Devil Corpse, which instead sparked its ferocity even more!

It didn’t retreat but instead, its arm flashed with green light and instantly turned into a tricolored spike, several feet long, that lunged at the Demon Soul.

The Demon Soul uttered a light “huh,” either slightly surprised by the Jiangshi’s strong life force or by the sudden appearance of the spike, greatly astonished.

But after the “huh,” the Demon Soul instead sneered coldly.

Both arms moved like phantoms to the front.

As soon as the tricolored spike arrived, it was firmly caught between two palms covered in a black hard shell, unable to advance any further.

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Then, the creature with the ghostly face sneered, its hands suddenly gripped and then forcefully twisted, intending to break the spike into two.

With a soft “puh,” before immense strength was applied, the spike exploded by itself.

A cloud of tricolored beetles suddenly appeared there, then unceremoniously enveloped the Demon Soul.

At such close range and such a bizarre change, even the Demon Soul, who had maximized its demonic energy, was taken aback.

Seeing the beetle cloud about to fall, a trace of ferocity passed over the Demon Soul’s face.

It suddenly opened its mouth, and rings of black shock waves burst forth, enveloping the tricolored beetle cloud close at hand.

An eerie scene occurred.

As soon as the Gold Devouring Beetles were engulfed by the black ripples, they suddenly stopped moving.

Then, with “bang bang” muffled noises, the beetles began bursting one by one of their own accord, turning into a cloud of blood mist that scattered in the air.

The Gold Devouring Beetles were not as tough as the Gold Devouring Bugs, and this swarm was destroyed completely by the demon sound from the Demon Soul’s mouth, leaving nothing behind.

At this moment, the other arm of the Jiangshi also swiped down.

The Demon Soul showed an impatient expression and immediately turned cold.

Its figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.

It reappeared behind the Jiangshi, a dark fist lightly striking from behind.

The seemingly slow movement, for some reason, only allowed the Devil Corpse to tilt its head slightly before the fist landed right in front of it.

At the same moment, a foot-long black bone spur shot out from the fist, piercing one side of Jiangshi’s skull and emerging from the other side.

Jiangshi immediately trembled, freezing in place.

The Demon Soul smirked darkly as black flames suddenly appeared on the bone spur, fiercely burning.

He retracted the bone spur, and Jiangshi’s figure flickered in the black flame a few times before crashing to the ground.

From the moment the Demon Soul charged into the beetle cloud to transform again, and used the bone spur to deal with the Jiangshi, it all seemed lengthy, but it was actually done in the blink of an eye.

When Han Li first saw the Demon Soul approaching and the Heaven Extermination Devil Corpse went to meet it, he instinctively propelled his body backward to escape, wanting to increase the distance from this demon.

At the same time, he pointed to the swirling golden sword lights above him.

All the sword lights were connected by his Sword technique into a coherent whole, turning into layers of golden waves.

With a shift of his Divine Sense, he was about to press these golden lights towards where the Demon Soul was.

But unexpectedly, just this brief delay allowed the double-headed, six-armed Demon Soul to easily defeat the Heaven Extermination Devil Corpse left in its original position.

Han Li gasped, a bitter feeling rising in his heart along with a sense of pain.

He had only recently refined this Heaven Extermination Devil Corpse to be somewhat useful.

He had just deployed it here for the first time, and it was easily defeated by the ancient devil before him.

Now, relying on its Corpse Refining body, it lay on the ground with its life unknown, but from the looks of it, even if it hadn’t truly fallen, it had completely lost its combat capability.

Thinking like this, Han Li split his attention.

The previously disrupted Tiger Demon Puppet had stabilized its form and was once again lunging at the Demon Soul with flashes of white light.

Meanwhile, the huge tortoise puppet beasts, like Han Li, scattered backward while their mouths flashed with blue light, about to fire another round of ice light beams.

And the heavy layers of sword shadows hovering above Han Li’s head were also thunderously pressing down on the Demon Soul.

Seeing this, the Demon Soul snorted coldly.

Its four demonic arms waved slightly, and instantly, bone spurs of various shapes, some curved, some straight but all glinting with a chillingly sharp light, sprang from the elbows and fists.

Before the Tiger Demon Puppet beasts could close in, the Demon Soul vanished from its original spot with a “shua.”
All attacks suddenly lost their target and were involuntarily paused.

At that moment, a black gleam flashed, and the Demon Soul bizarrely reappeared behind one of the Tiger Demon Puppet beasts.

With a gentle sweep of its four long arms, the sound of “shua shua” breaking the air arose.

Several streaks of black light flickered across the body of the Tiger Demon Puppet beasts, disassembling it instantaneously, turning it into a pile of scrap metal and rubbish.

The figure moved again, and the Demon Soul disappeared once more.

Another puppet beast was penetrated through the chest by a thick bone spur, and it collapsed limply…
From a distance, Han Li watched with both shock and anger, commanding the golden sword shadows to chase after the Demon Soul relentlessly.

However, the demon would disappear and reappear unexpectedly with improved cultivation.

Its Escape Technique and stealth technique were seamlessly integrated-within moments of flickering, no amount of Tiger Demon Puppet beasts could effectively surround and defend themselves.

Han Li had always been proud of his close-combat skills, far superior to those of ordinary cultivators.

However, witnessing the Demon Soul’s methods, a chilling fear grew inside him.

Compared to this Demon Soul, his combat skills seemed trivial.

Even with the use of Brightsight Water, he could not lock onto the demon.

While startled, the Demon Soul pulled out the bone spur from the neck of the last Tiger Demon Puppet beast and glanced casually at Han Li.

The chilling look in its eyes made Han Li’s heart sink slightly.

Since reaching the great success of his Nascent Soul, he had not felt this disturbed in a long time.

Yet now it resurfaced in his heart.

Han Li took a deep breath in an effort to remain calm.

Given the opponent’s almost instantly shifting speed, setting up the Aureate Sword Formation seemed unlikely.

He would have to use other methods to buy some time.

After pondering, Han Li solemnly pointed towards the sword shadows in the sky, and instantly the numerous sword lights chorused and abruptly reversed, shooting back over his head.

Then amidst dazzling golden light, the layers of sword lights transformed into layers of golden waves, enveloping Han Li in an impenetrable barrier.

He then clasped his hands together, summoning the rumbling of thunder around him.

Thick arcs of golden lightning emanated from his body, with numerous finer arcs intertwining ceaselessly, forming a layer of golden electric armor on his body.

The flashing golden light was strikingly eye-catching.

Simultaneously, he opened his mouth and a dazzling purple light orb burst forth.

With a “hisses,” the violet flames surged a foot high.

Then a shrill cry emitted from the fireball, and a purple Firebird, about a foot in length, manifested from the violet flames.

It circled Han Li’s body non-stop, fluttering its wings and scattering bursts of violet sparks that flickered beautifully.

This was all the Purple Apex Flames that Han Li had refined so far.

Han Li’s series of actions seemed to pique the interest of the Demon Soul.

Its vicious face distorted, and it stood still, seemingly curious to discern all of Han Li’s capabilities before striking like thunder.

Han Li, expressionless, glanced at the Demon Soul’s grotesquely ferocious appearance.

His gaze flickered, and suddenly, with a flip of his palm, a blood-red, peculiar small sword emerged from the center of his palm.

The sword, several inches in size, was entirely blood-red and emitted a dazzling bloody light.

Inside the sword, a wisp of black gas eerily remained motionless, making it seem extremely sinister.

This was indeed the Blood Devil Sword he had obtained from the woman in white.

As soon as the blood-colored small sword appeared, it trembled and buzzed on its own, immediately diffusing a putrid smell of blood.

Han Li knew that recklessly using the sword came with severe consequences, but with life on the line, he could not afford to worry.

Opening his mouth, a mist of spiritual essence was sprayed onto the small sword.

The blood light dazzled, and the sword suddenly grew to a length of a foot, floating upwards.

Han Li’s expression turned serious as he grabbed the hilt and gave it a light wave.

He felt a massive surge of True Yuan flowing into the sword, startling him into hurriedly severing his Mana connection, murmuring to himself about the sword’s ominous nature.

Then, Han Li, holding the sword with one hand, coldly faced the Demon Soul.

The moment the Demon Soul, which had been ferocious throughout, saw Han Li wielding the Blood Devil Sword, its face drastically changed, showing a shade of surprise while it stared unwaveringly at the sword.

Seeing the opponent’s reaction, Han Li was taken aback and somewhat bewildered.

“Very good, I didn’t expect you to possess a Holy Artifact left in this world from our ancient times.

If you’re willing to hand this Holy Artifact over to me now, I can spare your life and let you leave this place,” the Demon Soul eventually confirmed that the Blood Devil Sword in Han Li’s hands was what it desired.

A hint of joy passed over its face before it spoke such words.

“Holy Artifact?

Is this thing a Magic Artifact from the Ancient Devil Realm?” Han Li naturally felt alarmed and asked with a frown.

“Hmph, the affairs of the Sacred Realm are none of your business.

I’m only asking if you agree!” the Demon Soul did not care to elaborate further, glaring with a chilling voice.

“If you were a Human Cultivator, concerned for your life, I might agree.

As for you, Hehe…” Han Li rolled his eyes, his face revealing a scornfully cold sneer.