102: Just right, I'll lend you my skin.

“Haha, Old Ancestor’s Eight-Faced Kui Niu Drum truly lives up to its reputation as a top-grade Formation-breaking Magic Treasure!

With three strikes, even a third-tier Formation will shatter.”

“All Disciples, attack! Follow this Elder to slay the Demonic Cultivators!”

“Yes!”

In an instant, countless Cultivators stepped on Flying Swords, traversing thousands of miles, and charged into the Demonic Mountain.

The Yuan Ci Avatar was among them.

However, the Leaf Boat under his feet was slow, and he unknowingly fell to the very end of the team.

‘Killing is not my intention.

I need to find a way to sneak into the Demonic Mountain’s interior.’

After several twists and turns, the Yuan Ci Avatar quietly detached from the main force.

At this moment, a streak of light came from the distant horizon.

Standing on a dark cloud, there was a Young Master in luxurious robes.

His cuffs were embroidered with three skull heads, indicating he was a Core Disciple of the Demon Hunting Society.

“Heh heh, I didn’t expect there to be a fish that slipped through the net here.”

The Young Master in luxurious robes opened his Demonic Eye, and an expression of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

“Heavenly Spiritual Root… It’s actually a Heavenly Spiritual Root!

This is perfect!

I will break your limbs and dig out your spine while you’re alive.

This way, the medicinal properties of the Spiritual Root will be lost the least.”

The Young Master in luxurious robes performed a hand seal, and amidst swirling black Qi, a seven-zhang-tall Refined Corpse with vicious horns appeared out of thin air.

It was covered in black scales and surrounded by Corpse Qi.

A Corpse Pill hovered above its head.

“To actually control a True Core Realm Refined Corpse… it seems he has a significant background.”

The Yuan Ci Avatar muttered with an indifferent expression.

“He must have a close relationship with that Old Ancestor Chang Mo.

Perfect, this skin can be used…”

Whoosh—

A dark, sharp claw tore through the air.

A faint glow flickered on it, and the air filled with a foul smell.

It was poisonous!

The Refined Corpse launched a feint attack from the front, while secretly manipulating a poisonous claw Magic Treasure for a sneak attack.

Sizzle—

The dark, sharp claw stopped three zhang away from the Yuan Ci Avatar, suspended in the Void Realm as if trapped in a quagmire, unable to advance an inch.

The Young Master in luxurious robes looked astonished.

“Divine Ability… Two Poles Yuanci Divine Light!”

Cultivators who cultivate Divine Abilities in the Foundation Building Realm are all formidable individuals.

However, thinking of his True Core Realm Refined Corpse assisting him, malevolence immediately surged, and black Qi churned as he urged the Refined Corpse to swing its heavy fist and charge.

This Refined Corpse was originally a True Core Realm Body Cultivator, refined into a Refined Corpse using secret techniques and various consumables, making its body even stronger.

With a single punch, bursts of sonic booms echoed in the Void Realm.

“Good timing!”

The Yuan Ci Avatar did not dodge, his right arm bulged, and he threw a punch, directly meeting the Refined Corpse’s fist.

Bang—

Upon their collision, the Refined Corpse’s arm was struck heavily, breaking inch by inch, and it flew dozens of zhang away.

This instantly stunned the Young Master in luxurious robes.

“How is this possible!”

A True Core Realm Refined Corpse was actually weaker in strength than a Spirit Building Stage cultivator.

‘There’s something seriously wrong with this person…’

The black clouds under the feet of the Young Master in luxurious robes surged.

Then, a black light flashed, and he appeared dozens of zhang away, shooting towards the horizon.

“Another Magic Treasure… but, escaping won’t be that easy…”

Screech—

A ferocious bird appeared in the Void Realm, and with a flap of its wings, endless wind Qi surged in the Void Realm.

The next instant, it flashed beside the Young Master in luxurious robes.

“Damn it! What kind of fierce bird is this!

Die for me!”

He flung out a handful of poisonous needles as fine as ox hair.

Most of them shot directly towards the Kunpeng’s eyes.

Every poisonous needle was meticulously refined and could penetrate Protective Aura, shields, and other defenses.

The Young Master in luxurious robes had used this trick to kill countless Cultivators.

At the very least, it could buy him time to escape.

However, the Kunpeng did not dodge, but suddenly opened its mouth, and an endless suction force emerged, swallowing both the person and the needles into its belly.

In the vast space.

The Yuan Ci Avatar’s eyes turned white, and his right palm transformed into a claw, pressing down on the head of the Young Master in luxurious robes.

The Young Master in luxurious robes trembled all over as if electrocuted.

Three breaths later, his soul dissipated, and he slumped to the side.

“So this person is the grandson of Old Ancestor Chang Mo.

No wonder he has a True Core Refined Corpse for protection, plus two Magic Treasures… However, there seems to be some special Restriction planted in his Bloodline.

It seems Old Ancestor Chang Mo has other intentions.”

Demonic Path Cultivators have always been treacherous, cunning, and inhumane.

Refining secret techniques and precious medicines from the Bloodline of relatives has long been commonplace.

The Yuan Ci Avatar’s lips curled slightly, and a streak of spiritual light shot from his fingertip.

Immediately, countless cracks appeared on the skin of the Young Master in luxurious robes, peeling off inch by inch, transforming into a miniature skin mask.

“Thus… I am the grandson of Old Ancestor Chang Mo…”

The Yuan Ci Avatar put on the skin mask, transforming into the Young Master in luxurious robes, with a hint of wickedness in his brows.

His demeanor and appearance were identical to the Young Master in luxurious robes from before.

“This time, the seven True Core Elders of the Tiansheng Sect have all taken action.

Especially Zhan Wuyai, the Battle Hall Elder, whose cultivation is at the Peak True Core Realm, not inferior to Old Ancestor Chang Mo.

In a direct confrontation, Old Ancestor Chang Mo is bound to lose.

However, this Demonic Mountain has thousands of caves and complex terrain.

With the advantage of the terrain, Old Ancestor Chang Mo has some hope of escaping.

Now, the only thing I need to do… is wait.”

The Yuan Ci Avatar quietly concealed his figure and entered the Demonic Mountain.

In a Demonic Cave.

“Chang Mo, you have slaughtered countless Mortals, your crimes deserve ten thousand deaths!”

“Today, we shall act on behalf of the Heavens and slay you, this Devil Head!”

“Die!”

The Lihuo Sword, Chilong Bone Fan, Zuoshan Seal… various Magic Treasures flew through the Void Realm, and no matter how ferocious Old Ancestor Chang Mo was, he still couldn’t gain the upper hand.

Suddenly, a jade Ruyi quietly appeared behind him and slammed down.

Pfft—

Old Ancestor Chang Mo spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body flying dozens of zhang away like a broken sack, collapsing the rock wall.

“Pah!

What Righteous Path people are you pretending to be.

All of you in the Tiansheng Sect are Puppets of the Heavenly Saint Worm.

To refine the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill, you slaughter Mortals and raise worm slaves… How can the lives on your hands be any less than ours Demonic Path Cultivators?”

Chang Mo struggled to get up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a sneer.

“Chang Mo, more talk is useless.

Quickly hand over the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill of Dan Fire.

Otherwise, we will surely extract your soul and refine your spirit, light your soul lamp, and make you endure a hundred years of suffering.”

Zhan Wuyai’s gaze was like lightning.

His palms were as black as iron, his knuckles thick like those of an exotic beast, and black Qi swirled around them, clearly indicating he cultivated some secret technique.

Beside him, six True Dan Cultivators surrounded him, blocking all escape routes.

“Heh heh… If you want the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill, then come and get it yourself…”

Old Ancestor Chang Mo’s veins bulged, his body suddenly swelled, his abdomen expanding like a balloon, terrifying energy gathering, pressing down on the Void Realm.

“Not good! This fiend is desperate and intends to self-detonate!”

“Quickly retreat from the center of the explosion!”

Bang—

After a loud bang, the Demonic Mountain shook, and countless caves collapsed.

In a hidden Demonic Cave.

Old Ancestor Chang Mo was covered in blood, one arm severed at the shoulder, missing.

His aura was weak, seemingly on the verge of falling from the True Core Realm.

“Heh heh, the Great Demonic Disintegration Art… These people must think Old Ancestor is dead…”

Old Ancestor Chang Mo sneered, pulling out a jade box from his in my arms.

Opening it, a dragon-eye-sized crimson pill lay quietly inside.

Fire Qi swirled around it, forming the shape of a fire Dragon, hovering above it.

It was precisely a fire-attribute Nine Revolutions Golden Pill.

Greed appeared in Old Ancestor Chang Mo’s eyes: “As long as I preserve the Golden Core, there is hope of breaking through to the Profound Cave Realm… Tiansheng Sect, this grudge, Old Ancestor will surely repay a hundredfold in the future.

Cough cough…”

Another mouthful of fresh blood gushed out, and a crack appeared in the dark True Core above his head, countless Origin Qi pouring out, instantly turning Old Ancestor Chang Mo’s hair white, and a large amount of Lifespan drained away.

“Not good, there’s a risk of my Realm falling… I must consume that precious medicine… Great-grandson… hurry up and come…”

Old Ancestor Chang Mo looked like a madman, his shriveled cheeks devoid of any luster, like a dried corpse.

“Hmm?

He’s here…”

The Yuan Ci Avatar’s lips curled slightly.

The blood-colored jade pendant in his hand transmitted a thought.