As a Core Transformation Demonic Cultivator, how rich was the old bald monster's combat experience? Just from the fact that the three disciples were killed in an instant, and from a few clues, he could tell that Zhang Yan could control a flying sword.
That was not all. Zhang Yan could clearly hide himself from others, but instead of hiding, he came out to kill those disciples. From this, it could be seen that he was brave and fearless, and knew how to change according to the situation. This kind of person was the most difficult to deal with. Unless he gathered all the disciples under his control in one place, he would be killed one by one sooner or later.
The old bald monster was now certain that the talisman that controlled the restriction was in Zhang Yan's hands. He had always thought highly of himself, but he did not expect that things would not go well for him after meeting Zhang Yan tonight. He snorted coldly and said, "Junior, I, your ancestor, will put down my arrogance and use this technique to fight with you personally."
This art of his was a secret art recorded in the incomplete book. It could raise the cultivation of the person to whom his mind was attached by one or two levels in a short period of time. At the same time, it could form a "Purgatory Mystic Light" that could fight in his place.
Of course, the Demonic Sect paid particular attention to plundering and killing, so this cultivation source would not appear out of thin air. It had to be obtained from somewhere else.
He immediately sent out a summon through his mind. The disciples who were killing everywhere received his summon and all flew to the same place.
Mo Tianhua was originally cultivating in a house that was originally occupied by a Demonic Cultivator, but every time he thought of the scene of being beaten to the ground by Zhang Yan and being watched by so many people, his face would turn dry, and he would be too embarrassed to talk. He would clench his fists until they made cracking sounds. Moreover, the way Zhang Yan looked at him as if he was nothing made him feel even more resentful.
However, just as he was thinking about how he could take revenge, three fellow disciples rushed in out of nowhere and attacked him without saying a word.
These three people's cultivation was not lower than his, and in a hasty defense … Mo Tianhua was seriously injured in the blink of an eye. He thought that he was going to die, but unexpectedly, when the three were about to attack, they suddenly froze … without saying a word, they broke through the roof and disappeared in a flash.
Zhang Yan was also chasing after the two disciples who had been drugged, but before he could act, the two had already flown away. At this time, he could see another sword light flying in another direction. He thought for a moment and knew that the person secretly controlling them must have noticed his plan to attack them one by one, so he immediately gathered these people together.
He smiled coldly and did not chase after them. He leaped into the sky, and as he neared the restriction, he chanted a spell in his heart and naturally rushed up to the cloud without any hindrance. He stopped and took out a pen and paper from his sleeve … with a wave of his hand, he wrote down the situation here, then took out the Howling Lake Golden Sword and put it in the letter. With a pat of his palm, a weak golden light flew in the direction of Qincang School.
On the bamboo island below, of the fifteen disciples originally controlled by the bald old demon, three had already been killed by Zhang Yan, so only twelve people were gathered together. At this moment, they were standing there like wooden pillars, not saying a word or moving.
The disciple that the old bald monster had attached his consciousness to was currently sitting cross-legged on the ground, making all sorts of strange movements with his hands … A beam of light blue profound light rose from the top of his head, but after a short while, the profound light slowly transformed into a black and red ball of light that flickered erratically. His eyes also flashed with a faint green light.
This disciple had already been completely taken over by the bald patriarch …. Furthermore, all of the sensations were shared by the bald patriarch. In fact, it could be said that this body was like a clone of the bald patriarch. If this clone was killed, the bald patriarch would lose decades of cultivation.
The bald patriarch snorted and rose to his feet with a flick of his sleeve. He reached out and grabbed one of the disciples who was standing still. Then, he opened his mouth and sucked a stream of blood essence out of the disciple's mouth. Then, he stored it in his body.
After swallowing, he tossed aside the shriveled body and hung another disciple before opening his mouth and devouring another one.
After sucking out the blood essence of two people, he was about to grab the next one, but unexpectedly, this disciple suddenly turned into a pile of ash out of thin air.
He couldn't help but be startled, and before he could react, he felt an indescribable feeling surge up his body. That feeling was simply too wonderful, as if he had swallowed some miraculous spirit pill, and his entire body felt light and airy.
After silently examining it, he felt as if his spirit had grown a little stronger out of thin air.
He stood there in shock for a while before coming back to his senses, and a look of realization appeared on his face as he thought to himself, "There is indeed a method to this demonic secret manual. It is to ignite the seven emotions of others and refine their tooth essence into a wisp of spirit to nourish the body. However, this method is too troublesome, and I don't have the heart of a mine to continue cultivating."
He had used this technique to control hundreds of demonic cultivators before, but not many of them were able to ignite their emotions. It was obvious that this requirement was very strict, and not everyone could achieve it. Although it could strengthen his spirit, he didn't have any other demonic cultivation techniques, and he couldn't ambush cultivators of the same cultivation as him. Therefore, this technique was useless to him, and he threw it to the back of his head and continued to suck blood.
As he sucked the blood of more and more disciples, the cultivation of this body continued to rise.
In order to not attract too much attention, he chose to attach his consciousness to a cultivator at the first level of the Mystic Light Realm, but after three days, he had reached the second level of the Mystic Light Realm. This was also because he was a Core Formation Cultivator, so he didn't have to worry about making any mistakes.
After he finished devouring everyone's blood essence, he leapt up and directly became a Mystic Light Realm King Zhong cultivator.
A ball of black and red light flashed above his head, and it gave off an evil and mysterious aura. Apart from his physical body being different from normal cultivators, the Mystic Light he formed was even stronger than normal cultivators at the third level of the Mystic Light Realm.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't increase his cultivation anymore. He couldn't help but curse in his heart.
If there was someone else, he might be able to merge the Mystic Light Realm and spirit energy and form a small golden core. However, his current cultivation seemed to be enough to deal with Zhang Yan.
At this moment, his appearance changed drastically. The disciple that he had taken over was a handsome young master, but now, his eyebrows were like a line of blood, and his red hair was dancing like fire, almost reaching the ground. His entire body gave off an indescribable evil aura, and he had the appearance of a demon.
Although his movements were complicated when he cast the spell, it only took him a dozen or so breaths to finish everything. At this moment, his expression changed, and he looked up at the sky. He saw a streak of blue light breaking through the air, and before the sharp sword energy even reached him, he felt a tearing sensation on his skin.
The bald old monster laughed strangely and said, "Little thief, your ancestor has been waiting for you!"
He let out a howl that sounded like a wolf's howl. His shoulders shook, and the black and red light above his head flipped upwards, forming a claw that grabbed at the sky.
Zhang Yan faintly smiled. Although his sword light looked bright, it was actually just an act, and he didn't use much strength. Just as the two lights were about to collide, he suddenly dodged to the side. At this moment, a green light flew out of his sleeve and went straight for the bald old monster's head.
After shooting out the Ruyi God Shuttle, Zhang Yan didn't wait for his body to stabilize. He also shot out the Star Sword Ball in his hand, and two lights, one green and one blue, went straight for the bald old monster.
However, much to his surprise, both the Divine Ruyi Shuttle and the Starlight Sword Pill passed through his body with extreme ease, as if he had completely forgotten to evade.
The bald old monster took a few steps back and looked at the two bowl-sized holes on his chest. He chuckled and reached out to wipe the holes with his hand. A stream of blood immediately filled the holes, and in a flash, the flesh there was completely regenerated.
Now, he was only controlling this body with his mind, and the original spirit of his main body had long been devoured by him. No matter how serious the injury was, even if his head was cut off, as long as the vitality in his body was not exhausted, he could reattach it. Moreover, the Xuan Seed in his body contained the vitality of more than ten people. Even if Zhang Yan killed him ten times, he wouldn't be able to exhaust the vitality.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Yan was slightly surprised. However, after he put away the Ruyi God Shuttle, he couldn't help but frown.
The Ruyi God Shuttle was originally flowing with green light, and the spiritual energy was oppressive. However, after it returned, it seemed to have been burned by something. Not only did the divine light on it dim a bit, but he could also vaguely hear a cry. Clearly, it had been seriously injured.
He took back the Stars Sword Orb and looked at it, but it was not damaged in the slightest.
After thinking about it, he understood that this was probably because the Stars Sword Orb had his own Golden Fire Mystic Light attached to it, which was why the other party couldn't do anything to it.
He looked down and narrowed his eyes. A cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes. In this case, it seemed that he could only use his own mystic light to take care of this demon.
He took out two flying swords from his sleeve, made a hand seal, and soared into the sky, hovering above his head.
Seeing this, the bald old monster laughed and said, "No matter how many magic treasures you have, it's useless to me. Junior, die!"
With a sway of his body, a ray of light rushed up into the sky.
Zhang Yan stretched out a finger, pointed forward, and shouted, "Go!"
The two flying swords let out a sharp whistle, slashing towards the other party's head one after the other.
The bald old monster had a disdainful look on his face. The black and red mystic light on the top of his head stretched forward and caught the two flying swords. With just a roll, the spiritual energy on the swords was instantly erased, and they were completely turned into a pile of ordinary iron, falling to the ground.
However, while he was still feeling proud, the two flying swords followed closely in front of him. It was a Golden Fire Mystic Light that was as bright as the sun.
He couldn't help but change his expression, and then a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. With a loud shout, he rushed towards the golden fire without dodging.
However, neither of them knew that at this moment, thousands of miles away, on the Bi Xuan Peak of Qincang School, a cultivator in white who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes and shot a cold gaze. He said, "Who hurt my Ruyi God Shuttle?"
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