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Under the gaze of the Demon Suppression statue, the violent aura circulated wildly in the square, forming a spiralling storm that blew countless limbs and blood into the air.
Li Qingshan and Little Ann stood back to back, standing in the centre of the storm, dancing with the fierce wind that tore through everything.
The wind subsided, and the battle stopped.
He swung the Heavy Water sword down diagonally, leaving behind a streak of blood.
Holes appeared on the sword as cracks appeared, on the verge of shattering.
This high grade spiritual artifact was no longer enough to sustain a battle like this.
Li Qingshan was covered in horrific wounds as well. Many of the wounds had already approached his vitals.
Against so many, it was impossible for him to remain uninjured without using his powers as a daemon. If it were not for the wondrous restraining effect of the Demon Generals from the Demon Suppression Statuary, he would not have lasted more than ten seconds even if he pushed his battle talent to the limit.
On the other hand, Little Ann's golden avatar was also covered in wounds, but after dispersing, he was completely unscathed.
"It's a pity that we can't stow these corpses away."
Li Qingshan communicated with Little Ann with some pity. The two monks were not idiots. They definitely could not do anything strange that would draw suspicion.
Little Ann said, "It's fine. It's no big deal anymore."
Li Qingshan nodded. He turned around and faced the Demon Suppression statue, beginning to comprehend the fifth form of the Demon Suppression Statuary.
Outside the Demon Suppression hall, the Dauntless monk stopped worrying. The Unraging monk beside him had already vanished. He had entered the Demon Suppression hall, ready to provide assistance at any time.
Although the slain geniuses were not exactly geniuses, this was the fifth floor of the Demon Suppression hall. Even if they sent out a group of the most outstanding disciples of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, it would still be difficult to guarantee that they would all be wiped out.
But in the end, the battle prowess Li Qingshan and Little Ann displayed left him deeply surprised. Their teamwork was basically flawless. It could no longer be described as a tacit understanding anymore. They were basically of one mind.
There seemed to be a special connection between them that was not as simple as the feelings between a man and a woman.
The Demon-suppressing Statue shot out two more beams of golden light. Li Qingshan closed his eyes and black demonic Qi spread out from his body. The demonic Qi coiled around his wound, healing it at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As he cultivated the Demon Suppression Statuary, the dark red demon heart in his body grew stronger as well. It constantly absorbed the demonic nature of the Ox Demon and Tiger Demon, alleviating the pressure on the spirit turtle.
Purely from this perspective. Right now, he was no different from a Devil Cultivator, possessing a vitality that far surpassed that of a human.
After a while, Li Qingshan opened his eyes. The demonic nature and demonic Qi he exuded became even more violent and powerful, and the degree of demonization also deepened.
"Not bad!"
Li Qingshan waved his hand. The water wave formed a mirror in front of him and saw a ferocious human figure. He then raised his eyebrows and made such an evaluation.
Of course, this' not bad 'was in comparison to the daemon's original form. He had never used beauty or ugliness as a standard when it came to judging appearances. He had his own set of strange standards. He had always felt that the daemon's original form looked like an ox's hooves and a tiger's claws. He was much more satisfied with the appearance of a handsome red-haired man when he transformed into a human.
This demonized appearance was a completely different style from the daemon's original form. He basically still maintained his human form. Apart from the change in height, it was more like he had put on an extremely fitting and ostentatious set of armour.
However, in the eyes of normal people, he was truly a terrifying monster.
"Yeah!" Little Ann raised his head and nodded seriously, as if he was admiring and praising from the bottom of his heart.
"I have to say. Someone I know is in there. You have the best taste! "
Li Qingshan laughed aloud. His laughter rolled out.
The Dauntless monk and the Unraging monk saw this. They were speechless about their sense of beauty.
"Do you think we should still head down to the sixth floor?"
Li Qingshan asked. He wanted to head down very much and continue learning the sixth Demon Suppression Statuary, as he had learnt the Chains of Demon Suppression on the third floor.
This was not a coincidence. In many ancient cultivation methods, the third floor was often a node. It allowed the cultivator to comprehend a technique or battle skill that complemented the cultivation method, allowing the cultivator to focus on other things while also having a means to protect themselves.
Along the way, the Chains of Demon Suppression had played a major role. Against many Demon Generals that he struggled to defeat, he only needed to unleash the Chains of Demon Suppression to completely suppress them and win them easily.
However, as the fifth floor was the dividing line of the Demon Suppression hall, the further they went, the more dangerous it would become. After mastering the fifth move of the Demon Suppression Statuary, the pressure on the spirit turtle had basically been relieved. He had recovered some of his senses and could sense the existence of danger.
Of course, if he could use his full strength freely, Li Qingshan believed that even the seventh floor would be a piece of cake, let alone the sixth floor. However, the outcome of reverting to his daemon form in the Demon Suppression hall was probably directly descending to the ninth floor and being suppressed for ten thousand years.
Little Ann said, "Let's continue!"
Li Qingshan said in surprise, "You're so confident!"
Little Ann said nothing. He took out a scarlet talisman from his hundred treasures pouch.
"That's been my oversight."
Li Qingshan smiled. Talismans had always played an extremely important role in battles between cultivators. They could be used as a surprise attack.
Li Qingshan had actually accumulated quite a few talismans over the years. Let alone scarlet talismans, he even had violet talismans. However, in battles at his level, there were very few opportunities to use talismans, so he had forgotten about them.
Little Ann took out a few more copper bangles for controlling corpses. Every single one of them hid a Corpse General. This was also one of Li Qingshan's spoils from the battle on Burial Mound mountain. They were all collected from the hundred treasures pouches of the slain Golden Core cultivators.
Li Qingshan gave them to Little Ann to refine. Little Ann had already completed the accumulation for breaking through to the second layer of the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty. All he lacked was comprehension, so he left them behind in case he needed them in the future.
Of course, a refined and controlled Corpse General like this was worlds apart from the Corpse Generals of the Hungry Ghost realm. And, if he dared to use them before Corpse Commanders and Corpse Kings, they would immediately change sides. However, it was enough for charging into battle.
Li Qingshan calmed down. The two of them continued forward, stepping through the door.
The heavy smell of blood prevented regular Demon Generals from approaching this place, but there was a colossal figure that flew over instinctively. Duoge lunged in, leading to another feast.
… …
On the sixth floor of the Demon Suppression hall, in the central square.
Close to a hundred Demon Generals gathered below the Demon Suppression statue, comprehending the secrets within the statue. They hoped that there would be a day when they could leave this prison.
The atmosphere here was rather oppressive and silent. The Demon Generals had no intentions of fighting one another. As they observed the Demon Suppression statue, they would glance in front of the statue from time to time.
A man with disheveled hair and an indifferent expression sat with his legs crossed. A strange, strange-looking sword shrouded in demon qi was placed on his knees.
The sword was pitch-black like ink, but it was not straight. Instead, it was segmented like a pagoda, and it was almost three meters long. It was possible to imagine what kind of figure was required to wield a sword like that freely.
The strangest part was the hilt of the sword. It was not metal, stone, or wood. Instead, it was a mass of coiled flesh and tendons. At the centre was an eye the size of a bowl. It only had the white of the eye and no pupils. It was covered in blood, which made it seem extremely strange.
The other Demon Generals maintained a distance of several meters away from him, afraid to approach him. They felt like they did not even dare to breathe loudly.
"What the fuck are you all doing?! Piss off! Don't get in the way! "
A bellow broke the silence. A demon radiating with a vicious aura suddenly leapt out from the door under the Demon Suppression statue and swung his hand towards the indifferent man.
The indifferent man's location was definitely the best location to study the Demon Suppression statue, but it just happened to be in the path of the demon who came up from below.
The eyes of the demons were filled with schadenfreude. Sir Lietu is a genius of the Demon race. Although he's been knocked down from Demon Commander, he's still not someone a Demon General can contend against, let alone the fact that he has the Evil Eye.
Lietu waved his right hand slightly, and a foul wind swept across the square.
The vicious Demon General staggered past Lietu. A horrific wound had appeared from his left shoulder to his right waist, spurting with a mist of blood. He looked back. "You're …"
Suddenly, he felt like he was missing something important. He lowered his head and glanced at his chest.
Lietu also had his head lowered, fiddling with a black demon heart that resembled a rock in his hand. With a thump, the vicious Demon General collapsed on the ground.
Lietu did not even look back. He placed the demon heart into the strange eye at the centre of the sword hilt. The eyeball pulsed and absorbed the black demon heart. Like the finishing touch, a black pupil appeared in the eyeball. The eyeball swivelled around. Every single Demon General that it saw felt a deep chill.
The dense veins of blood wrapped around the black pupil, and the entire sword hilt began to twist violently. A foul wind whistled, blowing Lietu's hair into the air and filling the entire hall. All the Demon Generals felt like they were suffocating.
The entire longsword glowed with a black light, as if the dark night had descended. The dazzling golden light around it immediately dimmed. Only the Demon Suppressing Statue did not change its original color, and looked down at this scene from above.
However, a while later, the demon heart was squeezed out by the eyeball, landing on the ground with a clink. It felt like a person who had eaten something disgusting and had spat it out with great disdain.
Lietu shook his head slightly. Sure enough, it's still not enough. The demon heart of a Demon General can't satisfy the Evil Eye. I need an even more powerful demon heart. I need to recover my strength as soon as possible and kill my way back to the seventh floor to find a suitable demon heart.
His pointy ears suddenly twitched. He could sense a lot of death qi gathering outside the door. The other Demon Generals were afraid of Lietu, but they were not weak either. They all sensed it and became vigilant.
Bang!
The nine gilded doors suddenly opened at the same time, and a hundred Corpse Soldiers swarmed in.
The Demon Generals were unconvinced. As it turned out, they were just Corpse Soldiers.
Lietu frowned. He felt like something was amiss. There were plenty of demonfolk who could control corpses. These Corpse Soldiers were all humans in the first place, so how could there be so many human corpses in the Demon Suppression Tower? It was even more impossible for the bald donkeys from the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga to use something like that.
The eyeball of the Evil Eye sword in his hand swivelled around, and he saw that every single Corpse Soldier was plastered with talismans. They all shattered at the same time and shone with light.
PS:
I've been outside the entire time recently, so my updates have been a little lackluster. However, I'll be back on Monday. The spirit of updating that I've been suppressing for so long is about to burn out!
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