A Record of a Mortal s Journey to Immortality

Chapter 852: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 849 Demonic Might Rampant Chapter 852: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 849 Demonic Might Rampant The pitch-black blade aura indeed sliced through the layers of protective shields as effortlessly as cutting vegetables, and then the shields shattered with an explosion, turning into specks of light.

Yet after that single slash from the demon soul, seeing that the three people were fleeing in all directions, its gaze shifted over the streaks of their departure, and a sneer appeared on its face.

At this moment, thousands of ice awls covered the space above, trapping it within.

The demon soul gave a slight wave of its hands, and the black giant blade flickered, transforming back into a blinding sphere of light.

Then, with a slight pull, the black light stretched and thinned, instantly turning into two long black light spears, each about six meters in length.

Its arms swung forcefully in succession!

One spear shot towards the old man, while the other was thrown behind, flying towards the silver-haired old man.

And the demon soul itself stomped fiercely, suddenly turning into a streak of black light, shooting straight towards Daoist Heavencrystal.

With a loud shrieking sound, the two black spears vanished mid-flight.

The demon soul’s form flickered several times and, like a ghost, it appeared over twenty meters away in an instant, escaping the range of the ice awl attack.

As the fleeing Nascent Soul old man heard the whistling sound behind him, a pang of shock went through his heart.

Without a second thought, he hurriedly sacrificed an object he had been holding ready in his hand.

Instantly, an eight-sided silver medal flew out, turning into a layer of silver-white light that enveloped him within.

Only after securing his defense did the old man dare to hastily look back.

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However, to his surprise, there was nothing to be seen.

The old man stood dumbfounded, still unclear on what had happened when the shriek resounded shockingly close.

A flash of black, and the black spear eerily appeared a meter away, shooting at the silver screen with the speed of lightning.

Under the old man’s horrified gaze, black and silver intertwined.

Then, with violent shaking around the black spear, there was a ‘puchi’ sound, and the light screen was pierced as if it was mere paper.

Following this, the spear penetrated the old man’s abdomen and exploded.

The old man didn’t even have the chance to scream before his body turned into pieces that scattered in all directions.

A Nascent Soul, looking bewildered, wrapped in a silver light, appeared where he had been.

It seemed not to believe that its body had been destroyed so easily.

During this moment of hesitation, the originally exploded specks of black light reformed into a large net, capturing the Nascent Soul inside in an instant.

Only then did the Nascent Soul finally show a terrified realization.

It quickly formed hand seals, and its body flashed with silver light, suddenly vanishing from the spot, using the Shifting Smoke Steps technique.

As the silver light flickered, the Nascent Soul plunged head-first into the net and showed itself.

The black net, without any courtesy, constricted and tightened, wrapping the Nascent Soul into a huge glowing sphere that hung motionless in the air.

Meanwhile, the other black spear shot towards the direction of the silver-haired old man, similarly appearing behind Senior Martial Brother Cheng as if it had teleported.

The silver-haired old man, who had not fully recovered his Qi before entering the valley, was now even less able to react to such a strange attack.

He could only cry out “not good” in his heart as he prepared to let his Nascent Soul escape from his body to save his life.

But at that moment, intense spatial fluctuations occurred where the old man reached out.

Then, a blood-red sword light, about a meter long, appeared in front of the black spear.

The sword light was as red as blood, with an evil aura reaching the heavens.

It mercilessly struck at the black spear, slashing it.

The intertwining of the black and blood-red light shattered stones, and then with an explosion, they both dissipated without a trace.

Overjoyed, the silver-haired old man hurriedly looked towards Han Li, only to see him pale-faced, slowly lowering the blood sword in his hand, and giving the old man a forced smile.

“Senior Martial Brother Cheng” naturally felt a deep gratitude towards his savior, Senior Disciple Han Li.

Then, with all his mana surging, he immediately flew to Han Li’s side.

But Daoist Heavencrystal was not so lucky.

Seeing the scene of another old man’s body destroyed and his Nascent Soul trapped, he turned pale in an instant.

His escape light suddenly increased by a third.

At that moment, a figure with two heads and four arms materialized in front of him.

Daoist Heavencrystal’s heart trembled, and he immediately stopped his escape light, without a second thought he opened his mouth, and a small grey sword, crystalline as water, shot out.

With an incantation, the sword instantly transformed into dozens of densely packed scorching white sword lights, slashing wildly in every direction.

The demon soul, without a word, twisted its body eerily and vanished on the spot.

Naturally, all the sword lights missed and hit empty space.

Daoist Heavencrystal’s heart sank.

A sudden thought flashed past, and he was about to fly upwards, but as soon as he moved, he felt a violent tremor in his protective shield.

A series of muffled sounds followed, and he suddenly lost control of most of his mana within his body, causing his form to stagger.

“No good!” Daoist Heavencrystal exclaimed in horror as the sound of his shield breaking followed.

A pitch-black demon claw, with a hissing sound of tearing through the air, pierced through his abdomen from the front, grabbing the Nascent Soul that was attempting to escape from the Dantian.

With one tug of his arm, Daoist Heavencrystal’s limbs went limp, and he instantly lost the ability to move.

Then, a surge of black flames erupted, wrapping around his mutilated body, which turned to a pile of ashes in an instant.

Just as Daoist Heavencrystal’s Nascent Soul was scared out of its wits, the Insect Devil’s grasp loosened its grip, and it suddenly obtained freedom.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul was overwhelmed with joy and surprise.

Without hesitating to ponder the reason behind its release, it flashed white and instantly moved to a spot more than thirty feet away.

But before it could attempt to move again, the Demon Soul at a distance let out a cold sneer.

With a slight opening of its mouth, a purple shadow darted out.

The Nascent Soul afar was pierced through by a purple tongue, then, with an effortless tug, Daoist Heavencrystal’s Nascent Soul was swept into the gaping maw of the Demon Soul’s Malevolent Ghost’s Skull.

After chewing briefly, the Demon Soul’s face flickered with black light, revealing a satisfied expression.

Then it motioned towards another sphere of light that was enveloping a different Nascent Soul.

The sphere shot over and was also swallowed whole by the monstrous maw.

Having devoured two Nascent Souls in succession, the Demon Soul felt a substantial increase in soul power within its body.

It then calmly turned around, its gaze falling on the only one who had escaped its clutches, the silver-haired elder, and Han Li, who stood by his side.

Its tongue quickly licked its upper palate before retracting.

The grotesque face bore a look of lingering desire.

The silver-haired elder, witnessing the scene of Daoist Heavencrystal and another friend’s Nascent Soul being devoured by the Demon Soul, maintained a composure that could hardly be called terrified, but his face was extremely unsightly.

He knew well that if it weren’t for the fact that he had fled towards Han Li and that Han Li had provided assistance, his fate would not have been any better.

The fact that Nascent Soul cultivators, who were treated with respect and envy by all the other cultivators outside the valley, had been dealt with in a single encounter by this demon, was truly unbelievable.

That Han Li could engage this demon for so long, only slightly disadvantaged, was a testament to his vast Divine Skills.

In retrospect, the elder’s decision to earnestly win over Junior Disciple Han had been extremely correct.

With such thoughts, the elder couldn’t help but turn his head to glance at Han Li standing beside him.

Han Li’s expression was unusually dark, yet his eyes remained calm and undisturbed.

Having set up the Aureate Sword Formation, he felt he had the power to fight, and his confidence surged.

He also casually glanced over at another battle taking place several hundred feet away.

There, another ancient devil seemed intent on a steady and firm approach.

It had released a swath of pitch-black Devil Flame that spanned several hundred feet, completely encircling Wei Wuya’s green cloud, continuously burning and weakening the cloud.

What had originally been several acres of green poisonous fog had now been reduced to about an acre, looking as if it was on the verge of collapse.

Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu and the white-robed woman, protected by the green fog for the time being, were also desperately activating several magic treasures to fend off the formidable Devil Flame.

Han Li sighed silently, knowing that Wei Wuya and the others could not last much longer.

However, he couldn’t concern himself with much else and could only concentrate on facing the Demon Soul in front of him, seeing if he could rely on the sect-wide formation to kill this foul beast first.

Just then, the distant Demon Soul leisurely flew towards Han Li.

Han Li’s eyes narrowed, and without a word, he raised his hand, and a Jade Talisman shot out from his palm.

Following that, black light flickered, and a pitch-black demon hand reached out directly towards the Demon Soul.

At the same time, he flung his sleeve, and dozens of azure flying swords soared out.

After a buzzing sound, the swords released bright green light as they converged into a giant, fuzzy azure sword with an imposing presence.

Han Li formed incantations with both hands and pointed gently at the Demon Soul.

The giant sword wavered and disappeared from the sky in an instant, only to reappear above the Demon Soul’s head, having overtaken it from behind.

It spared no courtesies as it slashed down mercilessly.

The Demon Soul let out a strange laugh.

Rubbing its hands together, it summoned a Black Giant Blade, which it raised to meet the descending huge azure sword head-on.

The demon had already discerned that the azure flying sword was one of Han Li’s magic treasures.

Naturally, it harbored the malicious intention of splitting the giant sword in one strike, aiming to deal a severe blow to Han Li’s spirit.

As for the ghost hand that clawed toward it, the demon held it in contempt.

With a lift of an arm, a stream of black Demonic Qi sprayed out, instantly forming a black tentacle that entangled and wrapped around the ghost hand, firmly trapping it.

The ghost hand struggled desperately to tear through the surrounding Demonic Qi, but it was all in vain; the Demonic Qi stuck like flesh-consuming maggots, breaking apart and rejoining, refusing to let go.

At that moment, the Black Giant Blade and the huge azure sword collided, creating an astonishing boom.

Black light and green light intertwined chaotically, and the giant blade emitted a deep humming sound as the space around it began to distort and ripple like waves.

However, the azure sword, forced to retreat, was still intact, without the slightest fracture.

The Demon Soul, surprised, looked up with both heads, and both faces showed astonishment.

It was unaware that although Han Li’s Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords had not been cultivated for long and lacked Auric Essence, thus having limited power, they had been reforged by Han Li in the past with ice crystal pillars, making them much harder than ordinary Daoist paper talismans.

In this realm, there was hardly anything that could sever them instantly.

The Demon Claw, vibrated by the Demon Qi to form an edge as sharp as the finest flying swords or daggers of Human Cultivators, struggled to instantly slice through the giant sword formed by dozens of Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords.

During the Demon Soul’s moment of distraction, the huge azure sword suddenly rang with rumblings like thunder, and a multitude of golden arcs burst from the blade, twinkling with golden light.

The Black Giant Blade, which had been dominating, came into contact with these golden arcs and “Puchi”-instantly disintegrated.

Without any resistance, the huge azure sword, carrying the thick golden lightning, ferociously slashed towards the Demon Soul’s head.

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