October.
Heavy rain poured down, shrouding the entire White Bell City in a white haze.
A few red-eyed, white-feathered pigeons made their nests under the eaves, cooing rhythmically.
Blood Infant Huang Fu stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, overlooking the empty north street area outside. Not a word.
He had been standing like this for a long time, ever since the person behind him entered.
"I thought you knew." The man's voice was low and slightly worried.
It was Wan Shun Gong's Bai Xiu, another top genius of the sect.
"Know what? So what if I know? The master must have his reasons for doing this, "Huang Fu said solemnly.
"But with such a tight lockdown, if an accident happens, the inside and outside will be separated … you should know how serious the consequences are," Bai Xiu said seriously.
Huang Fu was silent. For some reason, the master's subsequent arrangements didn't seem like a wine party at all, but more like he was preparing for war …
The two didn't speak for a while. After a while, a sect disciple hurried in from outside.
After the disciple entered, he whispered a few words in Bai Xiu's ear.
"Interested in taking a look? The culprit of the recent serial murders in the city, "Bai Xiu suggested.
The serial murders referred to the recent massacre of large families in White Bell City, extremely vicious in nature.
The Imperial Court's Apprehension Department felt something was wrong and handed the case over to the Hundred Lineages Sect, so Wan Shun Gong was mainly in charge of the arrest.
After a few failed attempts, Wan Shun Gong's disciples were even injured or killed. After that, more and more powerful disciples were sent out, but they all returned without success. In the end, Bai Xiu, who was in charge of this area, was alerted and personally dealt with it.
"Serial murders … Shangyang Family is said to be investigating it as well. Let's go. "Huang Fu turned around.
"Something's not right. Let's see what's going on with the captured culprit. "Bai Xiu had invested a lot of manpower into this case.
The two of them walked out of the room. Outside the courtyard, a subordinate had already prepared a carriage. The two of them boarded the carriage together, and the group moved forward in the heavy rain along the street. The dense raindrops hit the carriage, making a fine sound.
Turning left and right, they passed through a shopping area, and the carriage stopped in front of a large family with white lanterns hanging on it.
The original red door of the house was also pasted with a white lotus representing a funeral. Thin and slender paper chains hung on both sides, swaying in the heavy rain.
In the rain, some subordinates accompanied the master's family, standing at the gate with umbrellas, waiting for the carriage to approach.
The two of them got off the carriage and were escorted into the manor by this group of people. There were already many influential people standing in the courtyard of the inner manor, including the Arrest Office of the Imperial Court, the Torture Office of the government, and the relatives of this family who were officials. They were all gathered together and waiting.
Bai Xiu and Huang Fu ignored the crowd and walked into the main hall. At a glance, they saw a thin man tied up in the corner and three corpses of different sizes lying on the ground.
The constable who followed them in explained in a low voice, "That man is called Huang Bianhe. Someone saw him acting suspiciously this morning. He was carrying a big bag of smelly clothes and walking around the river. He was caught and interrogated, but nothing was found. In the end, someone reported the case and found out that a family of three had been killed a long time ago … "
"He's the murderer?" Bai Xiu asked.
"Yes. Many witnesses saw him walk out of this house, "the constable replied respectfully. "The Old Master sent two teams of men but failed to capture him. It was the disciples of Wan Shun Palace who finally captured him."
Bai Xiu frowned and carefully examined the thin man, Huang Bianhe, who was sitting on the ground.
This person was very thin and short. His face was pale, and his eyes were yellow. He seemed to have some hidden illness. Other than that, the most eye-catching thing was his eyes.
Lifeless, deathly still, without any signs of life. Even his pupils were a little unfocused.
Bai Xiu glanced at Huang Fu. The latter shook his head at him.
"No abnormalities?" Bai Xiu knew of his good friend's ability. He could control the qi and blood of others to investigate the condition of their bodies. Even among the aristocratic families, Huang Fu's secret art was one of the strongest. Many scions of aristocratic families were far inferior to him.
In front of Huang Fu, it could be said that no one could hide from him, unless they were far stronger than him.
"He's just an ordinary person," Huang Fu said indifferently. "And his condition is very poor. Even a slightly stronger child could probably knock him down with one punch."
"Then what's wrong with him?" Bai Xiu asked doubtfully.
He walked over.
"Careful, there's something wrong with this person's head!" The constable hurriedly advised.
But Huang Bianhe had already made his move.
He, who was originally lying down, suddenly straightened his legs, and an unknown transparent liquid oozed out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose at the same time. He let out a beast-like roar and roar, trying to pounce on Bai Xiu.
"Roar!!"
Huang Bianhe's voice was like that of a real beast, crazy and irrational.
Bai Xiu casually tapped his forehead between his eyebrows with a finger. With a burst of force, he instantly fainted.
"This is why he attacked others?" He turned to look at the constable beside him.
"Indeed. This person has already consecutively injured several officials. Don't be fooled by his thin and weak appearance. Previously, he was shockingly strong," the constable added.
"This strength …" Bai Xiu frowned slightly when he felt the opponent's strength. This strength was far from what an ordinary person could easily unleash. It was at least equivalent to the combined strength of two strong men.
"Let me see." Huang Fu walked up and suddenly shot out his right hand.
"Pu!"
His claw grabbed Huang Bianhe's left chest. His fingers dug deep and tore through his clothes, revealing an empty chest.
"Empty?!" Bai Xiu was stunned.
The people behind him were shocked at first. No one expected Huang Fu to suddenly attack. But what they saw next sent a chill down their spines.
There was nothing in Huang Bianhe's left chest. It was empty.
No heart, no blood vessels, only a dark red cavity.
"This …!?" Bai Xiu and Huang Fu exchanged glances. Their hearts sank.
…
Prime Devil Sect, Lake of Poisoned Fog.
Lu Sheng was in his Yang Extreme Mode, holding all kinds of poisonous materials he had collected earlier.
"The 124th."
After recording the number in his mind, Lu Sheng stuffed the two-headed green snake into his mouth.
A peppermint-like taste slowly spread in his mouth. Then came numbness, itchiness, slight pain, and all kinds of other sensations.
Lu Sheng closed his eyes and slowly felt the difference between the different poisonous materials. Now, eating these poisonous materials that could kill dozens of people in an instant was like eating chili. It was just that his mouth was a little spicy, but nothing else.
Because his poison resistance was getting stronger and stronger, the Desolate Devil Body was very easy for him to absorb the poisonous materials.
"The 125th …"
Lu Sheng took out a green scorpion from a linen bag and stuffed it into his mouth.
His two rows of sharp teeth opened and closed, chewing and swallowing all the scorpion in an instant.
"The 126th." He took out a blue toad the size of a human head from another bag, bit its head, and tore it in half. Blood splattered everywhere as he crumpled the toad into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.
Ever since he ate the water of the Lake of Poisoned Fog, Lu Sheng's tolerance for food had fallen to a terrifying level. Dirty? Stinky? Poisonous?
Nothing.
As long as it was useful and he didn't die, Lu Sheng could stuff it into his mouth.
The idea that he could stuff it as long as it was useful had been deeply imprinted in his mind after this training of the Desolate Devil Body.
The nine Yin Demons took turns to digest it. No matter how strong the poison was, the nine Yin Demons could split the burden.
One hundred and thirty-one …
One hundred and thirty-five …
Lu Sheng kept consuming different types of poisons. Fifty types of poisons per day was the maximum he could consume after testing.
These terrifying poisons that could kill hundreds and thousands of people were completely digested by his abnormally strong body, becoming the Desolate Devil Body's Poison Roulette. If there were any injuries, the Aquarius Qi would instantly repair them and keep them stable.
After eating the 150th poison, Lu Sheng could faintly feel that the Poison Roulette in his body was finally showing signs of being full.
"It's finally enough. It's time to officially start cultivating the Desolate Devil Body …"
He stood up in the cave. His body was eight meters tall, and he had hideous spikes on his back like a demon's. He had bull horns, twisted muscles that looked like tumors, tough and coarse greenish-black scales, and two rows of sharp teeth that looked like a saw.
If any Prime Devil Sect disciples saw his current state, they would probably not think that this was the First Senior Brother Lu Sheng they had always admired and respected.
The cultivation of the Desolate Devil Body could be said to be easy, but it could also be said to be difficult. For Lu Sheng, who had easily withstood enough poisons. He only needed to completely condense the poisonous Prime Devil power in his body into a Desolate Seed.
The Desolate Seed was the true core of the Desolate Devil Body. The principle behind this thing was unknown, but it could form an extremely powerful Desolate Seed in one's body by repeatedly combining 39 different types of Prime Devil power into a pattern.
From the first pattern to the last, the difficulty and power of the combination pattern formed by the 39 types of Prime Devil energy kept increasing. When it came to the last pattern, the difficulty of the combination had even surpassed that of many large-scale defensive formations of sects.
One had to know that those formations required dozens of people to repeatedly study and deduce, and then spend several weeks to completely set up a high-level formation problem.
"Whoosh!"
A ball of black Poison Fire appeared in Lu Sheng's palm.
"Deep Blue." He summoned the Modifier. Then, he quickly pressed the Modify button.
As soon as the light blue frame appeared, it flashed slightly and entered the Modifier mode.
"Let the first combination begin."
Lu Sheng found the Desolate Devil Body column on the Modifier, closed his eyes, and began to guide the Prime Devil power in his body. Based on the poisonous Prime Devil Qi in his body, Lu Sheng slowly injected it into the Poison Fire in his hand.
The Desolate Devil Body's Poison Fire was called the Flames of Desolation. Its power was mainly reflected in poison, and did not increase other aspects by much.
"The Phantom Listening Devil Body's Poison Fire is normal, while the Enmity Fire Devil Body forms Enmity Fire. The Desolate Devil Body then uses the Flames of Desolation. All three Devil Bodies share the same Poison Fire core. Let's see what happens in the end. "
The Prime Devil power began to circulate rapidly in his body, and soon formed a strange and twisted geometric pattern.
As the Aquarius Qi rapidly depleted, the first combination was easily completed.
Then, the second combination.
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