Chapter 841: Two Heads and Four Arms

"Listening to your tone, it's as if you've seen it with your own eyes. Didn't you say you'd never entered the Fallen Demon Valley?" Han Li's heart stirred, and he asked an extra question intentionally. Net

"Hmph, just because I haven't seen it doesn't mean I haven't heard others talk about it. Back then, the few friends I had who entered the valley, although their divine abilities were far inferior to mine, were not ordinary cultivators either. Yet, after joining forces, only one managed to escape in a critical condition. You can see how powerful ancient demonic arts are," Master Elder Dayan snorted a few times, clearly intending to warn him.

Han Li smiled upon hearing this. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask more, a painful roar suddenly came from the black Qi fleeing in the distance. Then, a tornado-like wind swept through the pitch-black demonic Qi, rolling all the black Qi away and revealing "Marquis Lord Nanlong" inside.

When Ancestor Ancestor Linghu and the woman in white saw the opponent clearly, their expressions changed drastically, and they gasped.

Was this still a human?

The "Marquis Lord Nanlong" that appeared before them had completely become a monster with two heads and four arms. On his neck, one in front and one behind, one large and one small, were two hideous heads. On his shoulders, front and back, grew four strange demonic arms that reached past his knees.

The front head had purple scales appearing on its face, and a white horn several inches long grew on its forehead. But judging by its eyebrows, eyes, nose, and size, it was still the original head.

But the other, slightly smaller head that had been forcibly squeezed out from behind the neck was completely in the appearance of a demon ghost.

Although it also had horns on its forehead and scales on its cheeks, its face was green-faced and fanged, and between its pitch-black lips, a long, black-red, purple-tinged tongue covered in flesh thorns protruded a foot long, flickering in and out. It was just like a venomous snake.

What was even more chilling was that the pupils in the eyes of this head were narrow like slits, flashing with silver-white cold light. As the eyeballs moved, they didn't contain a trace of emotion; one look and it was clear they were definitely not something a human could possess.

Not just the heads, the body below the neck and the four long arms were also covered in deep purple scales, wrapping them tightly without a gap. The tips of the ten fingers grew bone-like nails, flashing with silver-white light as they opened and closed, looking extremely sharp.

Seeing this terrifying appearance that made one shudder, although Ancestor Ancestor Linghu and the woman in white felt a chill in their hearts, they were both Nascent Soul cultivators who had lived for who knows how many years, so they naturally wouldn't be scared off just like that. Seeing "Marquis Lord Nanlong" standing still after revealing his form, they commanded their treasures to attack without prior agreement.

The five-colored beam of light flashed, instantly covering "Marquis Lord Nanlong."

Ancestor Ancestor Linghu was overjoyed. Taking this opportunity, the white giant ring followed closely, looping down.

The Demon Soul's front head was expressionless, like a dead person, but the one behind grinned, a hint of mockery appearing on its mouth.

Seeing the giant ring appear above its head after a flash and loop down, it swung its four demonic arms lightly while inside the five-colored beam of light. Instantly, purple light flashed on the four demonic hands, and it actually grabbed the giant ring firmly, its movements not showing the slightest delay.

This startled Ancestor Ancestor Linghu, but he hurriedly urged his magic arts. The ring shone brightly, trembling violently in an attempt to break free. But the four large hands were like iron, unable to be shaken in the slightest.

The Demon Soul's back head grinned hideously again, suddenly opening its mouth and spitting out a mass of pitch-black liquid. It hit the giant ring perfectly.

The ancient treasure, which had originally been flashing with spiritual light, let out a mournful cry the moment it was hit by the black liquid, its spiritual light vanishing completely. At the same time, it turned pitch-black and began to flash with eerie, dark light.

"My Mingyang Ring?" Ancestor Ancestor Linghu exclaimed in shock. The moment the ring's color changed, he lost his mental connection with the ancient treasure, and his face turned deathly pale.

This Demon Soul actually had a way to defile ancient treasures and snatch them for its own use; it was truly hard to believe.

At this moment, three of the Demon Soul's four demonic hands released the ring, and only one demonic hand grabbed the object tightly, waving it gently. A mass of ring afterimages appeared one after another. Both heads revealed satisfied expressions.

"Not bad, not bad! I was just worrying that I had too few treasures to use. This piece is just right," the Demon Soul's front head spoke in human language. At the same time, the other three arms touched its body, light flashed again, and two more items, a black flag and a small sword also flashing with black light, appeared in the other two hands. The last hand remained empty-handed.

"Hehe! Although I can only demonize a few of your cultivators' treasures for now, these few are enough to deal with you for a while," the Demon Soul laughed sinisterly.

Meanwhile, Han Li, because he had been distracted by setting up the array, had slowed the speed of the golden arcs and fireballs, falling far behind. As for the golden insect cloud, it had originally been following closely, but upon seeing the Demon Soul reveal its two-headed, four-armed form, it actually became somewhat fearful and didn't advance, only circling in place.

Han Li was startled. Through their mental connection, he could naturally feel the instinctive fear of these Devouring Gold Beetles, and his heart was filled with surprise.

Moreover, seeing this demon use the two-headed, four-armed demonic art, he immediately thought of the images on the Sanskrit Saint True Fragments and the statue of the three-headed, six-armed demon worshipped in the cave of Master Master Cangkun. He didn't know what connection there was between the three.

And the black flag in the Demon Soul's hand was exactly the wind-controlling ancient treasure of the old man surnamed Lu, and the small sword also looked familiar. After a moment of thought, he remembered it was one of the ancient treasures from the ancient cultivator's remains. He hadn't expected them to be defiled and used by it.

However, regardless of what connection there was, now was naturally not the time to get to the bottom of it. He had to provoke this demon and lure it into the Great Expansion Sword Array.

Thinking this, Han Li's expression sank. He urged the golden insect cloud sharply, and at the same time, the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder and purple fireball increased in speed, lunging toward the demon together.

Seeing this, the Demon Soul let out a strange, modulated laugh from both heads. Suddenly, its neck blurred, and the heads unexpectedly swapped positions. The front head turned to the back, while the demon ghost head moved to the front, its purple-red tongue flickering in and out, looking eerie in the extreme.

After transforming, the Demon Soul stared coldly at Han Li's aggressive attack, clearly having no intention of dodging. It swung its four arms lightly, and at the same time, raised the three items in its hands. Instantly, the small sword, magic flag, and ring all shone with dark light.

It looked like Han Li and this ancient demon soul were about to have a great battle.

But just at this moment, a thunderous, strange roar came from the distance, rumbling. The sound was so loud, like rolling thunder, coming from a remote place. It seemed the owner of the sound was extremely furious and had gone on a rampage. Even though Ancestor Ancestor Linghu and the others heard it from so far away, they couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble, their faces revealing expressions of horror.

Han Li was stunned by the astonishing roar, but the two heads of the Demon Soul on the opposite side changed expression simultaneously. It suddenly put away the treasures in its hands, flickered, and transformed into a black rainbow, fleeing backward. At the same time, it let out a similar long whistle, speeding away in the blink of an eye.

Judging by the direction it went, it was exactly where the whistling sound had occurred.

Han Li was first stunned, but after hesitating for a moment, he pointed his finger. He paused the golden arcs, Purple Luo Extreme Flames, and insect cloud, then narrowed his eyes and stared at the Demon Soul, which had already turned into a black dot, his expression uncertain.

If he remembered correctly, the place where the sharp whistle occurred was exactly where the astonishing air wave had erupted not long ago, and it was also the marked location on the map of the Fallen Demon Valley he had obtained. Could it be that some astonishing event had truly occurred there?

However, the Demon Soul had flown away so hurriedly, and it had even responded with a long whistle; could it be that there was another ancient demon there?

In the blink of an eye, Han Li considered every possibility, his face filled with contemplation. He stood in place, motionless.

When the woman in white and Ancestor Ancestor Linghu saw the Demon Soul suddenly turn around and flee, they felt a great sense of relief, their expressions softening.

The "Ningguang Mirror," the treasure the woman in white relied on, hadn't been able to trap "Marquis Lord Nanlong" after its transformation, leaving her in a state of constant anxiety.

And although Ancestor Ancestor Linghu was greatly pained by the loss of a treasure, being able to save his life made him secretly feel lucky. If he hadn't happened to run into Han Li here, he and the Great Elder of the Yanyue Sect would truly have been in grave danger.

The other cultivator who had entered the valley with them and was on good terms had died after being caught off guard and having his Nascent Soul snatched by "Marquis Lord Nanlong."

Now, seeing that the Demon Soul had truly fled extremely far away and couldn't possibly return, Ancestor Ancestor Linghu and the woman in white looked at each other and finally approached Han Li's side.

The divine abilities Han Li had just displayed were truly astonishing; the two of them naturally couldn't just fly away from this place without saying a word.

"Fellow Daoist Han, this time I must thank you for saving my life. Otherwise, I would not have been able to escape this calamity," Ancestor Ancestor Linghu cupped his hands and said with extreme politeness. At the same time, his gaze shifted, and he couldn't help but size up the motionless tiger-demon puppets and the Heavenly Absolute Demon Corpse emitting a cold, chilling aura beside Han Li, secretly sighing in his heart. He couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy rising in his heart.

For the other party to have so many treasures and divine abilities at such a young age, his future cultivation path was truly limitless! It seemed that the agreement to assist the Huang Feng Valley he had made with the other party back then was truly the right thing to do. As long as the other party was willing to intervene, even if the Huang Feng Valley encountered a greater calamity, it should be enough to protect itself within a thousand years.

As for Nangong Wan's senior sister, although there had been unpleasantness between her and Han Li before, she could only force a smile and thank him as well:

"This little woman also thanks Fellow Daoist for your great kindness!" The woman in white still couldn't let go of her pride, her voice sounding somewhat cold.

As for seeking revenge on Han Li, after seeing Han Li's current divine abilities, she had completely extinguished that thought.

"There's no need to speak of the kindness of saving a life. Han Mou was just protecting himself. What plans do the two Fellow Daoists have now? Are you interested in following to take a look?" Han Li raised his hand calmly, recalling the golden arcs and other things, either into his body or into his sleeves, before saying unhurriedly.

"Fellow Daoist Han is joking. That thing is terrifyingly powerful, and only a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could deal with it. How could the two of us follow to chase it?" Ancestor Ancestor Linghu shook his head repeatedly without thinking.

The woman in white didn't speak, but the expression on her face clearly agreed.

"Since that's the case, then forget it. Although Han Mou is interested in his heart, it would be somewhat reckless to go alone. I will part ways with the two of you here." Han Li felt some regret in his heart; if two Nascent Soul cultivators were willing to accompany him, he would truly like to see what had happened in the distance. But alone, he still wouldn't take this risk.

Thinking this, he didn't wait for the two opposite to answer, and raised his head to look again at the direction of the giant roar. As a result, he only looked into the distance for a moment before his expression suddenly changed, becoming solemn.

"What is it, what happened?" Seeing Han Li's expression, Ancestor Ancestor Linghu's heart jumped, and he hurriedly asked, looking back as well.

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