Back then, Di Shitian would never forget what happened in the Wasteland. That was an experience that almost killed him. How could he forget it? He had long engraved the auras and appearances of those two cultivators deeply into his mind. Why did he desperately forge the Demon Vein and refine the Tiger Soul? The most direct reason was … to avenge his humiliation.
He wanted to use the blood of those two cultivators to wash away the humiliation of that year. The enmity of almost killing him back then had to be avenged. Back then, he clearly saw that the man and woman's cultivation were both in the Core Formation realm. Although he didn't know exactly which level of the Core Formation realm they were at, he could predict that they definitely weren't in the late Core Formation realm.
When Di Shitian condensed his first Demon Vein, he was already able to fight head-on with Wan Tao, who was in the Core Formation realm. Although he wasn't a match for him, he could still protect his own life. Now that he had formed another Demon Vein, his overall strength had almost doubled. His strength had already reached a whole new level.
Whether it was his Demon Body or Demon Essence, they had both reached a peak state. If he had some Inner Core, he could take that step at any time. The Demon Race was born and nurtured. Their physique was naturally stronger than that of the Human Race. A Demon King could fight with a Core Formation cultivator in the cultivation world. They could be said to be incomparably powerful.
At this time, Di Shitian was already at the peak of the Demon Race. In addition, he was walking the path of ancient Demon Cultivation. With every step forward, his overall strength would have a qualitative leap. In addition to the Divine Weapon Tiger Soul, his body was brimming with strong confidence.
The demonic wind wrapped around him and quickly swept towards the Withered Bone Wasteland. The demonic wind billowed. Di Shitian's body emitted a domineering and dense killing intent. Everywhere he passed, all the birds and beasts involuntarily prostrated themselves on the ground. Their bodies were like sieves, constantly trembling.
When he left the Withered Bone Wasteland that year, he had an agreement with the Underworld Crow King. He had asked him to send people to monitor the entire Wasteland and keep an eye on the whereabouts of those cultivators. Once they showed signs of leaving, he was to immediately inform him in the Myriad Demon Valley. Now, there had been no movement. Those cultivators must still be in the Wasteland.
"Bang!!"
Not long after, Sakra fiercely descended from the sky. Both of his feet heavily stepped on the Withered Bones Wasteland. A terrifying power poured out from the soles of his feet. On the spot, the withered bones under his feet were forcibly stomped into a pile of white powder. The surrounding ground trembled violently.
"Clang!"
He instantly raised his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the Tiger Soul Saber on his back. With a twist of his wrist, the Tiger Soul Vast Saber was unsheathed. He lowered his arm and pointed the tip of the Tiger Soul Saber diagonally to the ground.
"Pata!!"
His body moved and his feet moved quickly. He took a step forward. Step by step, he walked forward steadily and powerfully. The tip of Tiger Soul landed on the dried bones on the ground. As he continued to walk forward, the tip of the blade dragged on the ground. Tiger Soul's sharpness was unparalleled. There were countless dried bones on the ground. However, under the sharpness of Tiger Soul, they were all easily sliced through like tofu. As Tiger Soul dragged on the ground, the dried bones were unable to cause any harm to it.
Waves of black demonic Qi became denser with every step he took. It constantly emitted from the countless pores on his body. The King Mark on his forehead flashed abnormally violently. Every time it flashed, the terrifying aura that emerged from his body became denser. With every step he took, the aura of solipsism on his body became denser and denser. There was no other thought in his mind except for one —
Revenge!!
"Wah!!"
At that moment, an abnormally hoarse and ear-piercing cry came from the sky. He raised his head and looked over. Two sharp beams of light shot out from his eyes. The sharpness of the beams and the sharpness contained within them were comparable to the Rat King's innate divine ability, Rat's Vision. A gray figure was in the sky. Under the two beams of light, it seemed to have suffered a terrifying attack in an instant. Its entire body fell vertically to the ground. However, when Di Shitian saw the other party's appearance, the terrifying sharpness in his eyes immediately faded away. Just as the gray figure was about to fall, it turned around and flapped its wings, rising into the sky in a panic.
It was an underworld raven.
The underworld raven was clearly worried, but it still let out a series of cries and pointed in a direction in the Withered Bone Wasteland.
"The target is just ahead."
Di Shitian understood. His eyes shone brightly. Dragging the Tiger Soul in his hand, he unhesitatingly stepped forward. He did not seem to be moving quickly, but in the blink of an eye, he was already dozens of feet away. With each step, he left behind a footprint. The bones on the ground shattered into countless pieces.
"Junior Brother Liang, do you sense that there seems to be a very strong demonic aura coming from outside? Could it be that some demon has entered the Withered Bone Wasteland? " On the path Di Shitian took, there were two black-robed cultivators who were dressed similarly to the man and woman from back then. They were standing in the wasteland that was filled with piles of bones. The person who spoke was a middle-aged man. He was not very handsome, but he could be considered above average.
"Fifth Senior Brother, I also sense that there really is a demonic aura coming our way. However, it's just in time. We have been in the wasteland all this time and have seen nothing but skeletons. Seeing a living one will improve our mood." The remaining young black-robed cultivator laughed strangely and said, "Master's mission is about to be completed. Furthermore, there is not much time left before the Heavenly Demon Mystic Realm opens. Master wants to enter the mystic realm with the White Bone God-Slaying Array and see if he can capture the pagoda. Now, before we leave, we should kill a few demons and let the array see some blood. "The cultivator's appearance was not bad, but his face was abnormally sinister. The words he said were not taboo to kill.
"That's right. Let's go and see where this demon came from. It actually dares to appear in front of us. Hehe, a demon beast's inner core is good stuff. Its entire body is a treasure. It just so happens that I have long wanted to refine a set of White Bone God-Slaying Spikes. It is most suitable to refine it with a demon beast's body, "the middle-aged cultivator said disapprovingly.
"Let's go!"
A light flashed in their hands, and a strange Dharma treasure appeared in the middle-aged man's hand. In his left hand was a long, snow-white awl that looked like the horn of a ferocious beast. In his right hand was a more sinister and terrifying hammer. This hammer was not ordinary. The head of the hammer was a ferocious beast's skull. The handle of the hammer was made of a spine, and it looked extremely sinister.
When the two items were put together, it looked like the legendary Thunder God's Thunder God Hammer. Together, it was a complete Dharma treasure.
The young cultivator took out a white bone sword. The sword's color was ghastly white, and it was terrifying. There seemed to be a layer of phosphorescent flames on the sword's body. It made it even more sinister. It looked like a ball of will-o '-the-wisp.
"Patter! Patter! "
Before they could move forward, they heard a series of heavy and steady footsteps that sounded like the beat of a drum, entering their ears time and time again. A vast aura that was like the sea, surging towards the two of them in an earth-shattering manner.
"Kacha, kacha!"
Many decaying bones on the ground were constantly broken and shattered under the pressure that was as heavy as a mountain. For a moment, the two cultivators, who were originally relaxed, changed in an instant. Their faces became quite unsightly at the same time. Under that vast aura, they couldn't help but feel an immeasurable pressure from the bottom of their hearts. Nervous, that's right, they were nervous.
Two pairs of eyes stared nervously ahead. There was a small bone mound in front of them.
"Who is it? What kind of monster can have such a terrifying pressure? Strong, so strong." The middle-aged man secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He held the Dharma treasure in his hand tightly.
"Master didn't let us provoke the monsters in the Southern Wilderness. Could it be that Master knew that there would be those ferocious old monsters in the Southern Wilderness?" The young cultivator's mind was also spinning quickly. Feeling that terrifying pressure, the contempt that he had at the beginning had long been thrown away.
Ferocious beast, this was a ferocious beast!
"Bang!"
Finally, a figure stepped on the small white bone mound. The moment he stepped on it, the entire mound seemed to be unable to withstand that terrifying pressure and collapsed on the spot. He stepped on the pile of bones. Di Shitian's black hair danced wildly. His gaze was like lightning. The black robe on his body fluttered even though there was no wind. Rustling sounds could be heard. The Tiger Soul in his hand was still pointing diagonally at the ground.
Countless pitch-black demonic aura enveloped his body, forming a terrifying demonic cloud above his head.
Under the contrast of that domineering and boundless killing intent, he was like a demon at this moment.
The divine light in his eyes was abnormally cold. He glanced at the two people in front of him. When he saw the black clothes on the two cultivators, the light in his eyes suddenly became abnormally sharp.
"They're in cahoots with those two cultivators."
He could tell at a glance that the style of the black clothes and the strange skull mark on the chest were almost exactly the same as the clothes worn by the man and woman back then. This also made him instantly understand that these two people were definitely in cahoots with the man and woman back then, or perhaps they were disciples of the same sect.
Then, he recalled that the Underworld Crow King had once said that there was a group of cultivators wandering in the Withered Bone Wasteland, capturing those undead creatures. He immediately understood.
"Those who block me will die!"
His eyes instantly became filled with killing intent. Since they were in cahoots, then they deserved to die. Almost in the blink of an eye, the cold killing intent broke out of his body. He stepped forward with his left foot, and a gust of wind suddenly formed outside his body, supporting his body. His aura was like a mountain as he pounced toward the two people. A demonic golden saber light flashed quickly on the blade of the Tiger Soul that was dragging on the ground.
With a twist of his wrist, the ferocious blade of the Tiger Soul slashed upward diagonally from the bottom to the top. Although his body was still dozens of feet away from the two cultivators, the might of the Tiger Soul was unparalleled under the infusion of the demonic essence. A golden saber light that was about three to four feet long extended from the blade of the Tiger Soul …
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