Chapter 308: Slaying the Demon 3

Jizhuliangfu transformed into a monster with three heads and six arms, his speed increasing once again, soaring from the original eight hundred-plus meters per second to nine hundred meters per second.

With a flicker of his body, he arrived beside another Fourth-Rank Lower-Grade Demon, and one of his arms pressed against the body of this Fourth-Rank Lower-Grade Demon.

In an instant, a flash of black light flickered, and this Fourth-Rank Lower-Grade body began to twist and deform, squeezing out piles of foul-smelling impurities, while its bones and muscles, like flowing mercury, gathered toward Jizhuliangfu's body.

"What the hell! It can still fuse? Are you some kind of fusion freak?" Meng Yifan was secretly shocked; every time Jizhuliangfu fused with a demon, his strength increased a little.

If he could keep fusing like this, wouldn't his strength be able to grow infinitely? That would be too terrifying.

"Must stop him." With a thought from Meng Yifan, the Black and White Grinding Disc rotated at high speed, and the area where Yin and Yang intersected emitted a powerful attractive force, attempting to pull Jizhuliangfu back.

"Haha, it's useless." Jizhuliangfu's body shook, and the Nine Nether Evil Qi around his body condensed until it was almost tangible, then, like ocean waves, it rose and fell, rhythmically pulsing, and he actually easily shook off the attractive force of the Black and White Grinding Disc.

"What a peculiar method of dispersing force." Meng Yifan was astonished; in his perception, the area around Jizhuliangfu was like a slippery loach, and as it constantly swayed, the attractive force of the Black and White Grinding Disc was completely unable to hold onto him.

"Hmph! If I can't pull you over, I'll just smash you to death."

Meng Yifan mobilized the thick Yin-Yang Spiritual Power within his body and channeled it into the Black and White Grinding Disc, shouting, "Big, big, big."

"Hum!" The Black and White Grinding Disc vibrated violently, shining with black and white light, then suddenly surged in size, becoming a behemoth over one hundred meters in diameter, trapping both Jizhuliangfu and that Fourth-Rank Demon in the middle.

With Meng Yifan's current strength, after the Black and White Grinding Disc grew to over one hundred meters, it weighed more than thirty tons, roughly the weight of a heavy truck.

Such a heavy giant, falling from Heaven, let alone a person, even a building would be smashed to collapse.

"Nothing special." Jizhuliangfu laughed dismissively, then raised only two arms and propped up the Black and White Grinding Disc, preventing them from closing.

"Rotate!" Meng Yifan pointed a finger, and the Black and White Grinding Disc began to rotate at high speed, wanting to grind both Jizhuliangfu and the Fourth-Rank Demon into meat paste.

Jizhuliangfu also felt the threat; black light surged on his body and gathered on his six arms, causing the muscles on his arms to knot and instantly expand by a large margin.

"Break for me!" Jizhuliangfu exhaled and shouted, his six sandbag-sized fists punching out simultaneously, smashing fiercely against the hundred-meter-plus diameter Black and White Grinding Disc.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the Black and White Grinding Disc was actually knocked flying more than a meter away, and Jizhuliangfu laughed loudly, "Meng Yifan, your Divine Ability is not worth mentioning in front of me."

Matsushita Taro's head also mocked, "Meng Yifan, you cannot stop us. Once we get out, we will slaughter Shenzhou. To tell you the truth, the women of your Shenzhou are truly excellent; fair-skinned and beautiful, with long legs, haha. I haven't enjoyed them for over eighty years, I really miss it."

"Yoshi! The land of Shenzhou has plenty of flower girls." Another fused Fourth-Rank Demon named Jingbian Cilang called out; back in the day, he was a major who invaded Shenzhou and had ruined many Shenzhou women.

"Bastard!" Meng Yifan was burning with rage, and the Black and White Grinding Disc smashed down repeatedly, but all were blocked by the three-headed, six-armed Jizhuliangfu.

The moment he knocked the Black and White Grinding Disc away, Jizhuliangfu accelerated his fusion speed; the body of that Fourth-Rank Demon 'Songxia Yilang' quickly dehydrated, thinned, compressed, and deformed, finally condensing into a Chest Armor shimmering with metallic luster.

Not only that, but in the very center of this Chest Armor, the head of Songxia Yilang from just a moment ago was also embedded.

After Songxia Yilang fused into Jizhuliangfu's body, he was still alive; he opened his bloody maw, his jagged fangs flashing with cold light, constantly opening and closing, seemingly ready to choose someone to devour at any moment.

Meng Yifan performed Lingbo Microsteps, holding the Ghost Head Blade, and rushed to Jizhuliangfu's side, wanting to cut off his neck with one strike.

But unexpectedly, Jizhuliangfu's head opened its mouth to bite the Ghost Head Blade, and the heads of Matsushita Taro and Jingbian Cilang extended half a meter, one on the left and one on the right, simultaneously biting toward Meng Yifan's hands.

Not only that, but even the head of Songxia Yilang on Jizhuliangfu's Chest Armor poked its head out, biting toward Meng Yifan's chest.

"What the hell! What the fuck is this thing?" Meng Yifan was shocked; in the critical moment, the Ghost Head Blade shook violently, and the sound of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling exploded, forming a mental shockwave that rushed straight into Jizhuliangfu's Consciousness Sea.

Jizhuliangfu was stunned for a split second, but Matsushita Taro, Jingbian Cilang, and the head on Jizhuliangfu's chest did not receive the mental shock and still opened their bloody maws to bite toward Meng Yifan.

"Hoo!" Meng Yifan used his left hand to perform Taiji Fist, pressing it onto Matsushita Taro's head, and with the momentum, he guided and pulled, causing Matsushita Taro's head to collide with Jingbian Cilang's head.

At the same time, Meng Yifan lifted his right leg and kicked upward, kicking the head on Jizhuliangfu's Chest Armor back with one strike.

"Damn! Such hard Chest Armor!" Meng Yifan's strength was currently immense; with this one kick, he could have kicked through the frontal armor of a tank, yet this powerful, heavy kick only caused Jizhuliangfu's Chest Armor to dent by an inch.

"Whoosh!" Meng Yifan tapped his toes, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and instantly retreated more than fifty meters, widening the distance from Jizhuliangfu.

The mental shock unleashed by the Ghost Head Blade only made Jizhuliangfu pause for a split second, and then he recovered; seeing Meng Yifan retreat, he did not pursue Meng Yifan, but instead extended four arms more than ten meters simultaneously, grabbing four Fourth-Rank Demons.

These four Fourth-Rank Demons seemed to have been waiting for this moment; they were full of smiles, their bodies turning into viscous liquid, quickly fusing into Jizhuliangfu's body, respectively forming a pair of Arm Armor and a pair of Leg Armor.

Whether it was the Arm Armor or the Leg Armor, just like Jizhuliangfu's Chest Armor, a ferocious head protruded from each.

In other words, the current Jizhuliangfu, in addition to the three heads on his neck, had one head each on his chest, both hands, and both legs, adding up to eight heads.

Jizhuliangfu's body, having absorbed a large amount of Demon Essence Liquid, also expanded by a large circle, becoming a terrifying monster two and a half meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with eight heads and six arms.