Huang Zhu's life had been smooth ever since he was born because of his pure bloodline. In the Demon World, the Ghost Race paid particular attention to bloodline. This was also the reason why he was able to become the Ghost Army's Governor at such a young age. Unlike Long Qing's Governor, the Ghost Race's Governor had one hundred thousand households and millions of people. He could kill and take their lives at will.
He was also very satisfied with his current situation. The women in his territory were all up to him, and none of them dared to resist. Because he was especially fond of women, this kind of convenience was what he needed the most, and he would continue to enjoy it.
Since he was enjoying his life, he naturally could not bear to die. Even the Ghost Race understood that once they died, they would have nothing left. Ever since he saw Ji Zhiyuan that day, he had discovered that there was such a stunning beauty in the world. He had been waiting for this matter to be over, to find a way to bring her back to the Demon World.
It wasn't until he was struck by Lu Bai Chuan's arrow that he came to his senses. The human world wasn't the backyard of the Ghost Race. There were many experts here, but the arrow shot by this human archer that he looked down on couldn't be blocked by his Yellow Springs power, so he could only use a despicable method to drive the other party far away.
But he was not willing to let him live just like that, so he kept creating corpse puppets in an attempt to stall until the other's strength was exhausted, and then he would slowly take his life.
The reason he could succeed was that the human archer had a deep hatred for him and was searching everywhere for his hiding place. But suddenly, he could no longer find that person's whereabouts. He controlled the corpse puppets to turn many times, but he could not catch even a corner of his clothes. He guessed that the other had fled when he saw the situation was bad, so he laughed disdainfully and headed for the main battlefield.
When he reached the end of the alley, he suddenly frowned and sneered, "You dare to ambush this Governor!"
He heard the sound of an arrow tearing through the air as it shot out from the corner. He flicked his finger and shot out the dark gray power of the Death Curse, which smashed the arrow into powder.
"Die for this Governor!" At the same time, his ten fingers moved as if he was playing a zither. However, there was no sound of the zither. Instead, there were ghostly wails and wolf howls. Countless pale green power of the Yellow Springs surged out from his body. Strands of poisonous seaweed floated towards the direction of the arrows.
"Ahhh —"
Horrified screams rang out. A figure holding a longbow was entangled by the seaweed and pulled out from the corner, flying towards Desolate Candle.
When Desolate Candle saw the captured archer, a strange look flashed in his eyes. His expression did not change, and his fingers moved again, forming ghost seals. The pale green power of the Yellow Springs formed a huge ghost that opened its mouth and bit down. It was clearly not a real creature, but it managed to bite off half of the archer's body.
The other half that had fallen to the ground was flowing with murky, dark yellow ghost blood.
This was clearly a member of the Ghost Race, and he had died a long time ago.
"You're not qualified to show off your skills in front of me!"
Wildcandle laughed maniacally and stretched out his hand. A blood-red ghost claw stretched out from the depths of the giant ghost's throat. It grew infinitely longer and swiped at another corner like a bolt of lightning. The wall was pierced through like tofu, and a shadow darted out from that corner and fled without looking back.
"You want to leave?" His eyes flashed with a green light, making his pale blue skin look even colder and stranger. His hand seals changed, and the five fingers of the bloody hand in front of him suddenly expanded and tore apart, spitting out a terrible ghost head. It let out an eerie roar and leaped out as soon as it landed. It was even faster than lightning, attaching itself to the back of that person in the blink of an eye.
That person was shocked and reached out to grab it, but it revealed a strange smile. Then its entire body expanded, stretching out hemp rope-like blood tendons and binding him tightly.
"What the hell is this?" That person struggled with all his might, but he could not loosen at all.
Desolate Candle walked over calmly and saw the twisting figure on the ground. It was indeed the archer. He said proudly, "The magical powers of my Ghost Race are not something a rogue cultivator like you can understand. Die obediently, or you'll suffer even more!" The arrow still hurt faintly, and he was furious. "You lowly race, how dare you hurt my noble Ghost Race? I'll make you wish you were dead!"
He was about to use his magical powers when the person on the ground suddenly stopped struggling. At this time, the person turned around and said to him with a smile, "The Ghost Race is so noble. Why don't you stop listening to the orders of White Emperor City and form your own country? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Who are you?" What he saw was a strange face wearing Lu Bai Chuan's clothes. He immediately had a bad feeling. Suddenly, he felt the air boil. He turned around and saw that there was a small courtyard behind the corner where the arrow had first been shot. On the roof of the courtyard, Lu Bai Chuan was pulling the bowstring.
The bow was entangled by a silver dragon, and the bowstring was thicker than the dragon's tendon. Lu Bai Chuan could not pull the bowstring to its fullest. But he only pulled it a little, and the air was rioting like a rebel army. The roof tiles under his feet were like rulers being stepped on, rustling.
"You ugly thing, you used the Curse of the Underworld and made me lose face in front of the dragon head. You even conspired with the Devil Race to kill me, Yanshan Robber. Today, I'll let you know that Yanshan Robber is not someone you can provoke!"
As Lu Bai Chuan cursed, the silver dragons on his arms seemed to come to life. They flowed to the bowstring and turned into an arrow. As if they had given him a boost, they increased the strength of the bowstring, causing the Chinese redbud bow to be pulled halfway. When it was only halfway, a faint dragon roar could be heard, and the arrowhead formed a silver dragon head.
Desolate Candle was scared out of his wits. He instinctively wanted to escape, but found that he could not take a step. He looked down and could not help but be furious. "Let go!"
It turned out that the strange face on the ground had broken free at some point and used a sword made of an unknown material that was as soft as a snake to wrap around his ankle. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.
"Someone as noble as Your Excellency cannot be killed by a mere arrow." Ye Xiaolang lay on the ground, holding the sword in one hand and supporting his chin with the other, laughing wickedly.
"You!" Desolate Candle gritted his teeth so hard that they almost broke, but he could not care less. He hurriedly made a hand seal and the power of the Underworld surged out, forming an even larger ghost that swallowed Lu Bai Chuan.
"Flying Dragon God Shot!"
Lu Bai Chuan shouted coldly. The sound of the bowstring rang out, and his aura soared hundreds of feet. He closed the air in the area and shot out like a meteor, piercing through the ghost.
Desolate Candle was so frightened that he did not even have time to scream. His head was directly smashed into pieces.
Lu Bai Chuan stared blankly for a moment, then clenched his fists and let out a carefree laugh. However, the good times did not last long. Soon, he fell down due to exhaustion and rolled on the ground, grimacing in pain.
"Elder Brother Lu, you're really something. This ghost expert was really taken care of by you." Ye Xiaolang came out of nowhere and helped him to sit against the wall with a smile.
"If it weren't for Young Hero Ye, I'm afraid I would have been killed. Thank you." He struggled to stand up and cupped his fists to Ye Xiaolang.
"You're welcome. However, at first glance, I can tell that he is a fat ghost. You should give me more of the spoils. "Ye Xiaolang took out an Interspatial Ring and winked.
Lu Bai Chuan smiled and said, "Young Hero Ye, you just need to choose what you want first."
"Then I won't be polite with Elder Brother Lu."
While the two of them were dividing the spoils, the life-and-death fight at the bridgehead had also reached a critical moment.
Seeing that Yan Chaoyang was about to use the "Demon God Transformation" again, Yan Li could not stop it, so he could only think about how to deal with the aftermath.
Yan Chaoyang used the curse on Yan Li's body as inspiration and the "Li Shan Shen Technique" as the foundation to create this "Demon God Transformation".
The first was the iris, which was the state in which the true name was revealed. If the pupil was further opened and the Demon King was released, the true name could be used as nourishment and the body could be completely demonized. Although it was not a systematic technique, every time it was used, the user could instantly obtain a terrifying power, and it was easy for them to challenge those of a higher rank.
However, each time, it could only be maintained for a very short time. Moreover, because the true name was damaged, the soul would suffer a strong backlash, as if it had been possessed and turned into a completely different person. If it was a human, it would be easy to deal with. But it was not. Behind the extreme demonic nature was the extreme divinity.
In the eyes of Yan Li and the others, it was this extreme divinity that was full of evil.
Every time after the backlash, the duration would become longer. At first, it was only four hours, but that time in Yongling, it lasted for a whole three months.
If this continued, it was very likely that after one time, it would be impossible to recover. Even if the body was still alive, it would be controlled by another person, and it would be equivalent to death. Yan Li and Yan Shiyi came to a consensus. No matter what, Yan Chaoyang was forbidden from using the "Demon God Transformation".
But at this point, Yan Chaoyang could not care so much anymore.
The true name under his feet was about to open the pupil.
Xue Kuang's eyebrows twitched. That day at the river, he had acted because of this warning sign. Now it happened again. Although he did not dare to believe that a small imbued cultivator could threaten him, he trusted his judgment very much, so he acted without hesitation.
The Life and Death Force Field immediately dominated the scene and pushed Tian Can's Law Domain away. All the energy that was wandering in the outside world was extracted. The true name was one of them, and after losing this energy, it could no longer appear. The blood-red iris visibly faded.
Yan Chaoyang was about to open his pupil, but suddenly lost the energy to support him. His internal injuries worsened, and he could not help but groan. His body swayed, and if not for the Dragon Soul Spear supporting him, he would have fallen.
"Chaoyang!" Yan Li gritted his teeth and tried to get up.
"Brother Xue, how can you steal from me!" Tian Can yelled angrily.
"Didn't I leave one for you? Let me deal with this one first." Xue Kuang did not want to say more. He raised his palm, gathered demonic aura, and slashed at Yan Chaoyang.
The air was visibly torn apart.
Yan Chaoyang was on the verge of collapse, and he could not even open his eyes. He did not know how to dodge, and was about to be torn in half by the air force.
Bam!
At the last moment, Yan Li finally pushed his body up, activated the Hidden Sword Technique, and blocked the air force. Leaving Cliff immediately felt as heavy as a mountain, and it was smeared with a thick layer of lead.
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