245: Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin

Lu Chen didn't hesitate; with the dragon fiend spear in hand, he unleashed a full-power strike!

"Boom—!!!"

The Five Elements Dragon Pillar collided with the Dao-Slaying Domain, erupting in a world-shattering shockwave!

But—

The barrier of the dao-slaying halberd remained completely unmoved!

Lu Chen's attack was completely blocked, and the Reflection force (recoil force) made his arm numb!

"What?!" Lu Chen was shocked; his full-power strike at the Middle Golden Core Stage couldn't even budge it a hair!

Great Master Hui Ming, seeing this, cried out in ecstasy: "We're saved!! Bai Qi is currently fusing with the weapon. Once he fully fuses, Lu Chen will definitely be no match. We must buy him time! We must protect him even if it costs us our lives!"

Old Monster Mo unleashed his ultimate Magic Treasure—the Eight-Winged Poison Dragon!

It was a phantom of a poison Dragon, entirely black, with eight pairs of fleshy wings, surrounded by a highly toxic black mist. Its fangs were menacing, and its aura was extremely sinister!

"Eight-Winged Poison Dragon, kill for me!" Old Monster Mo roared.

The Poison Dragon roared out, incredibly fast, rushing straight for Lu Chen!

But Lu Chen merely sneered. He swept the dragon fiend spear, unleashing a surge of blood fiend power—

The Eight-Winged Poison Dragon strangely flickered and vanished into thin air!

The next instant, it reappeared ten zhang away, completely unharmed!

Lu Chen was stunned, then he understood—

This Eight-Winged Poison Dragon had put all its points into evasion because it was too afraid of death!

Great Master Hui Ming finally held nothing back. He clasped his hands, chanted scriptures, and suddenly unleashed a blood-colored Spirit Treasure!

"Blood Guanyin • Soul Suppressing Hall!"

"Rumble—!!!"

An enormous blood-colored Guanyin Hall descended from thin air, a hundred zhang tall. Its body was carved with Sanskrit and blood patterns, and the Guanyin statue had downcast eyes, yet it exuded boundless suppressive power!

The entire hall, like Mount Tai pressing down, crashed towards Lu Chen!

Lu Chen roared, propping up the dragon fiend spear towards the sky. The spear tip met the bottom of the hall, holding it up with sheer force!

But—

The pressure was like a mountain!

His legs sank into the ground, his bones emitting a fragile crackling sound under the immense weight, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth!

Great Master Hui Ming cackled: "This is a secret treasure passed down from the Spirit Realm—its power is directly related to the opponent's killing sins! The more people you kill, the heavier your Soul, the harder it will suppress you! Even a Soul Transformation Cultivator cannot escape its suppression!"

This was a conceptual Magic Treasure; its strength was related to the opponent's killing intent.

This was also concocted by mechanical girl zero.

Lu Chen had suffered a huge loss; his dragon fiend spear had devoured millions of Dead souls (departed souls)!

His "killing karma" had long reached its Peak!

The suppressive force of the Blood Guanyin Hall instantly surged—

"Crack!"

The ground cracked, and Lu Chen's knees sank deeper!

The weight of the entire hall was now no less than a true Mount Tai pressing down!

Old Monster Mo was overjoyed at the sight: "Good opportunity! Eight-Winged Poison Dragon, full attack!"

The Poison Dragon's eight wings vibrated in unison. It no longer evaded but transformed into a black light, charging directly at the suppressed Lu Chen. Its fangs were menacing, and it spewed poison mist!

Seeing Lu Chen firmly suppressed by the Blood Guanyin Hall, his knees deeply embedded in the earth, his arms bulging with veins, and his entire body's muscles taut, he was clearly at his limit, almost unable to move an inch.

The Eight-Winged Poison Dragon's eight pairs of fleshy wings vibrated in unison, poison mist swirling around its body, its fangs menacing as it suddenly swooped down!

It opened its gaping maw, revealing a pair of deadly venomous fangs glowing with a sinister green light, aiming directly for Lu Chen's throat!

This strike was Old Monster Mo's Peak work of his lifelong poison refining arts—

"Soul Corroding Spirit Poison"!

This poison could not only instantly corrode the protective spiritual power of a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator but also invade the Cultivator's spatial Magic Treasure through the Meridians, turning spiritual power into pus, and even the Divine Soul would be slowly eroded, leading to a painful death that lasted ten thousand years!

Great Master Hui Ming's eyes flashed with joy: "Die! Lu Chen! No matter how heavy your killing karma, you can't withstand a bite from this Poison Dragon!"

Bai Qi also slightly opened his eyes within the light of the dao-slaying halberd, watching with cold indifference.

But—

Just as the venomous fangs were about to pierce Lu Chen's neck—

A strange curve suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It wasn't a bitter smile of despair, but a cold smirk of certainty, like a hunter watching his prey fall into a trap.

Old Monster Mo's heart suddenly pounded, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

He had lived for over four hundred years, cunning and vicious his entire life, having schemed against countless Cultivators, and had long developed a keen eye for people.

He was too familiar with this kind of smile—

It was the expression a hunter would make when watching his prey walk into a trap!

"Not good!" Old Monster Mo's pupils contracted sharply. Just as he was about to retreat—

"Pfft!"

A streak of blood light suddenly shot out from underground, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, piercing through his back with incredible precision!

That was no ordinary attack—

It was the tip of the dragon fiend spear!

It turned out that Lu Chen's dragon fiend spear had already secretly burrowed underground and circled around to Old Monster Mo's back.

By now, Lu Chen's dragon fiend spear was no longer an ordinary weapon, but an ultimate weapon spirit with sentience, combining Dragon Phoenix Dual Cultivation and blood-refined Vajra!

While everyone's attention was on Lu Chen.

Lu Chen deliberately showed weakness, pretending to be no match.

Under Lu Chen's control, it had already silently sunk into the ground, stealthily moving through the soil and rock layers, circling behind Old Monster Mo, just waiting for this moment!

"What?! How is this possible?!" Old Monster Mo looked down at the spear tip protruding from his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

His proud "Poison Dragon Bodyguard" had no reaction, not even issuing a warning!

But something even more terrifying was yet to come—

The moment the spear tip entered his body, a terrifying suction force erupted from the spear shaft!

"Ah—!!!"

Old Monster Mo screamed, but it only lasted for half a breath—

His blood, like a river flowing backward, frantically rushed into the dragon fiend spear!

His spiritual power, like a receding tide, was completely drained!

Even his spatial Magic Treasure began to disintegrate, and all the Spirit Medicine, Magic Treasure, and secret texts hidden within were devoured by the spear spirit!

"Hahaha..." Old Monster Mo suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with madness and regret:

"Good! What a Lu Chen! It's a shame that I, Old Monster Mo, have harmed countless people, refined countless poisons, and set countless traps in my life... only to fall into the hands of a sinister brat like you today! What Cultivation Technique are you cultivating? Even your weapon is so sinister?! It can instantly drain my essence blood and spiritual power?! No... Not good!! Even my Soul... my Divine Soul is being devoured!! Damn it! You won't even spare my Soul?!"

His voice grew weaker and weaker, his body shriveling and shrinking at a visible rate. His skin lost its luster, his muscles collapsed, and his bones protruded. In just a few breaths, he transformed from a Golden Core Stage powerhouse into a skin-and-bones corpse!

And his Soul contract with the Eight-Winged Poison Dragon also broke—

"Woosh—!!!"

The Poison Dragon let out a mournful cry, its eight pairs of fleshy wings instantly turning into green smoke, about to dissipate into the heavens and earth.

The muzzle of the dragon fiend spear opened, like a giant beast devouring the sky, and it swallowed that wisp of green smoke in one gulp!

The essence, the Origin of the poison, and the Profound Truth of flight of the Eight-Winged Poison Dragon were all refined and absorbed by the spear spirit!

In an instant, the shaft of the dragon fiend spear glowed with a sinister green light, and a drop of dark green venom dripped from its tip. It instantly burned upon landing, corroding a deep pit in the ground!

—The corrosive poison attribute had been integrated into the divine weapon!

Lu Chen slowly raised his head, bloodstains still on his lips, but a sinister smile had already appeared.

He suddenly shook his hands, pulling the dragon fiend spear from Old Monster Mo's corpse. The spear shaft trembled slightly, as if humming contentedly after a full meal.

He looked up at the Blood Guanyin Hall, which was still suppressing him, and his voice was cold: "Do you... really think I was suppressed?"