Chapter 53 Blood in the Box and Fuyun Chang

The tall demonic cultivator stared wide-eyed, pressing his hands tightly against the wound, but blood still gushed out like a torrent.

He lowered his head, feeling his life force slowly dissipating.

"It didn't disappear, it didn't disappear..."

He muttered to himself, then fell to the ground with a thud, and ominous red flowers bloomed on his body.

Xu Yuanlang's arms did not disappear; instead, he held a thin dagger between his index and middle fingers and swung it suddenly, so fast that Xu Yuanlang did not see it clearly.

There wasn't a trace of blood on the golden dagger, and the azure blade seemed to emit a ghostly light.

The dagger is five inches long, with a thin and small handle engraved with a giant dragon.

This dagger is his own metal-type natal magic weapon, forged by tempering Geng metal energy with several other metal energies, and is named - Bai Yang - Blood in the Box.

Specifically designed for close-quarters combat, it has only one characteristic—the faster it moves, the sharper its blade becomes.

Having killed two demonic cultivators in succession, Xu Yuanlang's performance was too conspicuous, instantly attracting the attention of five demonic cultivators around him. After exchanging glances, they surrounded him at the same time.

Of course, the caravan immediately sent three guards to support them.

"Leave the strongest demonic cultivator to me!"

Xu Yuanlang watched as the demonic cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining eagerly tried his luck, and the other three were naturally happy to oblige.

"Hmph, you think you're invincible just because you killed two pieces of trash?"

The demonic cultivator fighting him was hunched over, grinning with a mouthful of black teeth. Xu Yuanlang paid no attention to the harsh words he uttered, but simply manipulated the Demon-Slaying Gourd to release sword light.

He looked at the nine sword lights and sneered. With a light tap of his magic staff, wisps of black mist flew out and enveloped the surroundings. The sword lights disappeared instantly upon landing in the black mist.

Not even the slightest sound came out. Xu Yuanlang frowned. The methods of the demonic cultivators were strange, but he did not panic.

The next moment, the black mist surged and instantly engulfed his body. The intense shouts of battle around him disappeared, as if he had entered another quiet, pitch-black world.

"Playing tricks!"

Xu Yuanlang knew very well that the demonic cultivator was hiding nearby. He controlled the gourd to float above his head, carefully guarding his surroundings and preparing to make a move at any moment.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a whooshing sound rang out beside them, and the Demon-Slaying Gourd suddenly spat out sword light, instantly dispelling the whooshing sound.

"Haha, what about my Great Black Sky? Kid, no one will come to save you. You will be trapped and die in this dark world."

The hunched demonic cultivator appeared before him, and the Demon-Slaying Gourd immediately attacked, but the sword light passed right through the demonic cultivator, revealing that the person in front of him was just an illusion. He then turned his attention to his surroundings.

The dense black mist surged like a tide, suppressing the spiritual energy within him and forcing it to cling tightly to his body.

Besides concealing traces, the black mist here also seemed to have the effect of suppressing spiritual power. Upon realizing this, Xu Yuanlang immediately understood the demonic cultivator's plan: to use force to intimidate others.

"Where the soul resides!"

The black mist surged up instantly, and Xu Yuanlang's aura became significantly stronger. As he developed this ability, he became more and more adept at it, and the power of this ability slowly became apparent.

After unleashing it, his cultivation level was comparable to that of a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and his suddenly enhanced spiritual power swept fiercely across the surrounding black mist.

The black mist that was originally suppressing his spiritual power was now being suppressed instead.

"Here it is!"

Xu Yuanlang's eyes flickered as he looked behind him. Then, with a thought, the Demon-Slaying Gourd trembled and unleashed nine sword beams in succession.

The hunchbacked demonic cultivator hadn't expected Xu Yuanlang to suddenly become stronger, losing the initiative. He frowned at the sword light that filled the sky.

After Xu Yuanlang's strength increased dramatically, the power of the sword light he unleashed also became much stronger. He hurriedly took out a string of prayer beads from his bosom and threw them out.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, a gust of wind blew up, and the wailing of ghosts and wolves came from the prayer beads. After they hit the ground, one after another fierce ghost crawled out.

Before they could make any other move, the sword light had already fallen.

There were six fierce ghosts in total, and almost every one of them was pierced by the sword light. The ghosts were filled with yin energy, and their bodies were repaired in an instant. They were all formed from yin energy, so the sword light was not very effective.

Flames and lightning are the natural enemies of these vengeful ghosts, but unfortunately his fire-type natal magic weapon is not yet formed, and he does not have a lightning-type spiritual root, so he can only use other methods.

Realizing this, Xu Yuanlang's expression shifted, and a beam of emerald light suddenly shot out from his body.

"Emerald bamboos—reaching high above the clouds!"

The emerald light took root on the ground, becoming a green bamboo stalk. Vigorous life force climbed up the bamboo stalk section by section, eventually transforming into countless bamboo leaves.

The vengeful ghosts howled and dodged the green bamboo. For them, who were already dead and only had yin energy left, the vigorous vitality of this wood-type natal magic weapon, Fuyunzhang, was simply too strong.

As the bamboo leaves swayed, countless yin energies were completely dispelled by the vitality, just as accumulated snow melted away.

With a scream, the six vengeful ghosts, having lost their source, were successively slain by the sword light.

"you……"

The wailing of the vengeful ghost vanished amidst the smoke, replaced by the horrified faces of the demonic cultivators. The next moment, the bamboo trembled, and countless bamboo leaves drifted down.

The demonic cultivator realized something was wrong. He sensed a murderous aura emanating from the bamboo leaves and turned to flee, but he was a step too slow.

A bamboo leaf gently landed on his back. The seemingly light and weightless bamboo leaf was comparable to the sharpest blade, instantly piercing through his magic power and then making a light cut.

"what!"

With a scream, the demonic cultivator's body trembled and his steps slowed down. At this moment, Xu Yuanlang gently turned the Fuyun Long sword, and all the bamboo leaves began to spin.

The thousands of bamboo leaves were like thousands of sharp blades. Once stirred, countless bamboo leaves drifted and scattered, occupying the entire sky and earth, and all the black mist was forcibly shattered.

Outside, the three guards were still confronting the four demonic cultivators. Seeing the black mist dissipating, both sides were alerted, and one of the demonic cultivators spoke first.

"Haha, this kid is definitely going to die in Senior Brother's Great Black Sky. All you'll see is his corpse."

"Hmph, Fellow Daoist Zhou's strength is different from others."

The guards spoke with cold faces; they didn't actually have much confidence in themselves.

"Let's take a look."

The demonic cultivator appeared very confident, and sure enough, the first figure to appear was a hunched figure. The demonic cultivator immediately burst into laughter, but his smile immediately froze.

A blood-red spiritual flower bloomed in the right eye of the hunchbacked demonic cultivator, and everyone present changed their expressions upon seeing this.

"out!"

With a soft sound, Xu Yuanlang, who had appeared behind the demonic cultivators at some unknown time, suddenly made his move.