Chapter 195: Demon

Abe Seimei looked at the primeval jungle of Wild Man Mountain, black Qi swirling on his face, revealing a hint of ferocity, just like a malevolent ghost choosing someone to devour.

Abe Seimei clenched his fists, the veins on his arms bulging, his body trembling slightly, his gaze staring viciously at the primeval jungle below, as if his mortal enemy were hiding there.

"Sir, are you alright?" Oyama Masutatsu noticed that Abe Seimei's state was not right and asked hurriedly.

Abe Seimei was stunned for a moment; the expression in his left eye was manic, while the expression in his right eye was clear, as if his body were being controlled by two people, which looked very eerie.

Abe Seimei pinched a seal with his right hand, touched the center of his brow, and muttered something, seemingly chanting some kind of mysterious incantation.

The incantation was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, containing a special melody. As he chanted the incantation rapidly, white light emerged from the Dharma seal on Abe Seimei's right hand, suppressing the black Qi on his face. The black Qi seemed very angry, but in the end, it slowly dissipated.

After a moment, Abe Seimei finally controlled his emotions, which had almost spiraled out of control. The wisp of black Qi on his face had already disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all.

Abe Seimei's face returned to calm, and he said, "I am fine, I just remembered some past events."

Abe Seimei had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a face as white as jade, and an elegant temperament, just like a well-read college student. Judging by his appearance, he was only in his twenties, but at this moment, a sense of vicissitudes born from hardship emerged in his expression.

This sense of vicissitudes is normal on an elderly person, but appearing on a young man in his twenties, it seemed out of place and very abnormal.

Others did not notice, but Meng Yifan channeled Yin Spiritual Power into his eyes and could see many things that ordinary people could not.

Just a moment ago, the special Divine Soul inside Abe Seimei's body was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, very manic, wanting to fully control his body and then kill crazily.

"The Divine Soul is condensed and does not disperse, filled with a kind of iron-blooded baleful aura; it has already turned from virtual to real and can interfere with reality."

"That guy is even more formidable than Zhang Butou's Yin Soul Body. Could it be a Third Grade High Stage Yin Soul? Or a Rank 4 Yin Soul? How can such a powerful Yin Soul exist on Earth? How does he cultivate?"

Meng Yifan's expression was grave. He did not expect the Divine Soul inside Abe Seimei to be so formidable. It seemed that he needed to pay special attention to Abe Seimei during this exploration of the Ancient Tomb.

Shawang Suxi hugged the Soul-Nurturing Jar. The moment Abe Seimei lost control of his emotions just now, he leaked a kind of cold, chilling aura, which scared the numerous Yin Souls inside the Soul-Nurturing Jar into shivering, causing the entire Soul-Nurturing Jar to tremble, which left Shawang Suxi terrified.

As a Descending Head Master who dealt with Yin Souls all year round, he naturally knew what that wisp of aura meant just now.

With Shawang Suxi's strength, he could not control such a powerful Yin Soul at all. It seemed that in this mission, both Abe Seimei and Meng Yifan would be his formidable opponents.

He did not expect that Earth had already entered the End of Dharma Era, with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi exhausted, yet there were still two such powerful existences in the cultivation world.

Jiang Hailong, Oyama Masutatsu, and that Muay Thai expert were all mortals with naked eyes and did not see the black Qi that appeared on Abe Seimei's face. Just now, they only felt a gust of cold wind blow through the helicopter and couldn't help but shiver.

The helicopter was flying at high speed in the sky, and it was normal for wind to blow through, so the three of them did not take it to heart.

The helicopter was very fast, crossing the vast jungle, and soon landed in a valley covering two or three acres.

The plants in Wild Man Mountain were lush, but the ground in this valley was scorched black, barren, and desolate.

This contrast was very obvious, making this valley look out of place with the vibrant primeval forest surrounding it.

Meng Yifan covered his eyes with Yin Spiritual Power and was surprised to find that Yin Qi was steaming and Yin energy was gathering in this valley, making it very suitable for cultivating Yin Attribute techniques or refining Zombies.

If he buried the dual-blade Zombie here, its strength could grow with each passing day and advance by leaps and bounds.

"Is this valley naturally formed? Or is it an Array set up by that Immortal Cultivator?" Meng Yifan was thoughtful. Although he had received some technique inheritance from Zuo Moyan and had Spirit Power in his body and knew some simple spells, he was not a professional Formation Master after all and could not see the mysteries within the valley.

"If it is naturally formed, there must be a Yin Spirit Vein under the valley. Looking at the Yin Qi in the valley, there must be Yin Spirit Stones in that Yin Spirit Vein. If I can excavate this Yin Spirit Vein, I can get a large amount of Spirit Stones. Haha, then I will be rich."

"If the valley gathers Yin Qi from all directions and is the work of that Immortal Cultivator, then he must be a senior expert proficient in the Dao of Arrays. His tomb will likely contain some insights on Arrays, Immortal Cultivation Techniques, Dharma Treasures, etc. As long as I obtain these treasures, my strength will definitely increase greatly."

Thinking of this, Meng Yifan was extremely excited and couldn't wait to enter the Ancient Tomb to investigate.

Meng Yifan and the others followed Guishou off the helicopter and discovered that a fully armed army was stationed inside this valley.

These soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms were well-equipped; some were holding AEK-971 assault rifles, others were holding M4A1 carbines, and several XM214 heavy machine guns were mounted on the high ground of the valley.

Not only that, Meng Yifan also discovered that there were howitzers, tanks, armored vehicles, rocket launchers, and other heavy firepower in the valley.

Although Meng Yifan was a Third-Grade Immortal Cultivator and a Third Grade Martial Artist, possessing some magical means and being much stronger than ordinary people, it would be suicide to fight such a fully armed elite troop head-on.

Meng Yifan participated in this mission to explore the Ancient Tomb mainly to find Immortal Cultivation Techniques and Dharma Treasures from the tomb.

His original plan was that if there were really good things in the tomb, he would definitely keep them for himself.

There were so many elite soldiers in this valley; it seemed that the force behind the employer was very powerful, and while hiring them, they were also guarding against them stealing the treasures in the tomb.

"Unfortunately, you don't know that I have a Space Ring. As long as the treasure is not too big, I can put it into the Space Ring and take it out quietly."

"If the Dharma Treasure is too big and won't fit into the Space Ring, that would be troublesome." Meng Yifan walked along, carefully observing the troop's deployment, and felt that there were nearly two hundred soldiers in the valley, and snipers were hidden on some commanding heights.

"If a conflict really breaks out, how should I take Jiang Hailong and fight a bloody path out?" Meng Yifan pondered inwardly, feeling that it would be very difficult to do so, and he could only take it one step at a time.

Guishou led Meng Yifan and the others to a wooden pavilion on the left side of the valley.

Inside, there was a middle-aged man wearing a suit, with a pale face and an elegant temperament, sitting at the dining table, holding a wine glass, and sipping red wine bit by bit.

Meng Yifan's five senses were far beyond ordinary people, and he could tell at a glance that the wine glass was filled with fresh blood, and a faint smell of blood drifted in the air.

"Only the mysterious East has pure virgin blood. Western women are too open; wanting to find a pure virgin is a very difficult thing."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he raised his glass, drank it in one gulp, licked the corner of his mouth with a scarlet tongue, and then closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the sweetness of the blood.

Guishou came to the middle-aged man, bowed respectfully, and then said, "Master, they are here."

The middle-aged man nodded, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said to Meng Yifan and the others, "My name is Carlisle Cullen. Welcome, everyone. In another ten minutes, it will be noon."

"At that time, the sun is the strongest, and the power of the Array in the tomb is at its weakest. You will follow me into the tomb. If everything goes smoothly, we can come out in thirteen minutes."

"Five hundred thousand has already been transferred to your bank cards. The other two million in commission will also be transferred to you as soon as we come out. I hope we can cooperate happily this time."

Meng Yifan looked at the eloquent Mr. Carlisle and keenly discovered that a kind of dark energy was hidden in his body.

This energy was very special; it was not the True Qi of a Martial Artist, but rather similar to the Demon Power on the Flying Tiger Demon.

"A demon? A demon that drinks human blood?"

"It's the End of Dharma Era, and there are actually demons among Earthlings?" Meng Yifan was secretly shocked. He used to be just an ordinary mercenary and might have seen many special people like Carlisle and Abe Seimei.

It was just that at that time, he was still a mortal with naked eyes, and even if such special figures appeared in front of him, he could not discover them.

Now that Meng Yifan had become an Immortal Cultivator and possessed these mysterious and unpredictable means, he soon discovered that Earth was not as simple as ordinary people thought.

"Yifan, the five hundred thousand has arrived," Jiang Hailong said with some excitement. Mercenaries risked their lives for money, and five hundred thousand was not a small amount. They used to fight in Africa, and their daily commission was only twenty thousand yuan; five hundred thousand was enough to hire them for twenty-five days.

Meng Yifan smiled, looking at the text message notification on his phone. His account had an extra five hundred thousand. If it were in the past, he would have been shouting with joy and calling friends to celebrate if he had earned five hundred thousand. But now, looking at that arrival notification, Meng Yifan's heart was calm, feeling that five hundred thousand was just a string of numbers.

"Mr. Cullen, I wonder if I can bring some weapons and equipment like assault rifles and Hand Grenades?" Jiang Hailong asked.

Carlisle shook his head and said, "There is a strong magnetic field in the tomb. All metal objects brought inside will be directly sucked away. It is precisely because of this that I asked Guishou to test your hand-to-hand combat ability."

Jiang Hailong did not say more. He had already cultivated True Qi, and with the ferocity of Baji Quan combined with True Qi, he did not fear any opponent in hand-to-hand combat.

Meng Yifan and the others made some brief preparations; Carlisle and Guishou led the group toward the back of the Valley, for the passage into the Ancient Tomb was located there.