Chapter 310: Slaying the Demon 5

Meng Yifan's Divine Soul Origin was shrouded in a layer of Golden Dynasty Luck, shining brilliantly, which made Jizhuliangfu's Divine Soul Origin feel extremely uncomfortable.

This was similar to how an ordinary Yin Soul Body, wanting to fight a Martial Artist, would have its soul body damaged by the Martial Artist's Blood Qi Power before even getting close.

"Meng Yifan, you have such great audacity! To kill me, you actually dare to use Soul Projection. Are you not afraid that your Divine Soul will be damaged and your cultivation will stagnate from now on? I advise you, do not be impulsive; it is not too late to withdraw now."

Jizhuliangfu's Divine Soul looked warily at the Golden Dynasty Luck outside Meng Yifan's body. He remembered that more than eighty years ago, the Dynasty Luck of Shenzhou was as weak as a candle in the wind, and could have been completely extinguished at any moment.

How had the Dynasty Luck of Shenzhou become so prosperous after more than eighty years?

It seemed that during the years he was sealed, the outside world must have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Haha, you are afraid. Even a butcher like you knows how to be afraid," Meng Yifan laughed.

"Meng Yifan, do not be ungrateful. I do not want to fight you to the death, but that does not mean I truly dare not fight you to the death."

"I just feel that for Fifth-Grade Experts like you and me, cultivation is hard-won; there is no need to fight to the death like this," Jizhuliangfu persuaded.

"Hmph! No need for nonsense, go to hell." Meng Yifan charged toward Jizhuliangfu, carrying the Golden Dynasty Luck with him.

Dynasty Luck is the People's Will. If there were one country that the common people of Shenzhou hated most, it would certainly be Dongying.

Perhaps sensing that Meng Yifan was fighting against the Japanese pirates, this Golden Dynasty Luck became very active and actually surged by a large margin again, making Meng Yifan's Divine Soul shine with golden light, like a majestic heavenly soldier or general.

"Baka yaro!" Jizhuliangfu cursed angrily, and then his Divine Soul Origin also charged over.

The two sides' Divine Soul Origins battled together; every collision caused monstrous waves to rise in the Consciousness Sea.

Outside, Zhang Sanfeng could clearly see the Mud Pill Palace at the center of Jizhuliangfu's brow rising and falling, trembling continuously, which showed how intense the battle within the Consciousness Sea was.

Jizhuliangfu fighting within his own Mud Pill Palace could be considered home-field advantage; the Spiritual Power throughout the entire Consciousness Sea was crowding out and suppressing Meng Yifan's Divine Soul Origin, making Meng Yifan's Divine Soul Origin able to exert only ninety percent of its strength.

Logically speaking, Jizhuliangfu should have had the advantage.

However, the actual situation was not like that, because that layer of Golden Dynasty Luck on Meng Yifan was simply too powerful; shrouding Meng Yifan's Divine Soul Origin, it was as if it had put on a suit of armor with extremely formidable defensive power for his soul.

For Jizhuliangfu's Divine Soul attacks to strike Meng Yifan's Divine Soul Origin, they had to first break through that layer of Golden Dynasty Luck, and the power exerted was only eighty percent of the original.

Fighting like this, Jizhuliangfu was at a great disadvantage; with every intense collision, his Divine Soul Origin was continuously weakening, while Meng Yifan was becoming more courageous the more he fought.

At first, Jizhuliangfu could still hold his ground, but as time passed, Jizhuliangfu's Divine Soul became weaker and weaker, which made him realize that if this continued, he really might be beaten until his soul scattered.

Jizhuliangfu could no longer hold on and shouted loudly: "Matsushita Taro, Jingbian Cilang, all seven of you come in; let us besiege Meng Yifan's Divine Soul Origin together."

However, the heads of Matsushita Taro and the others acted as if they had not heard, and simply did not come in.

Just as Meng Yifan had analyzed before, the heads of Matsushita Taro and the others each had their own hidden agendas; they also wanted to occupy this powerful body, and they usually had no chance.

But if Jizhuliangfu's Divine Soul suffered heavy damage, they would have a chance.

"Baka! Are you all pigs? If I fall, do you think you can beat Meng Yifan?" Jizhuliangfu roared angrily, but the heads of Matsushita Taro and the others remained unmoved.

The Nine Nether Evil Qi inside the Demon Cave was very mysterious; it could enhance the physical strength of the demons, but it could also erode the demons' consciousness, causing them to lose their reason and retain only the most primitive instincts, becoming bloodthirsty, crazy, greedy, and selfish.

Jizhuliangfu was a Fifth-Grade demon with a powerful Divine Soul, so his consciousness was still clear enough to understand how to weigh the pros and cons, but the brains of Matsushita Taro and the other demons were no longer that sharp; they were now just following their instincts, wanting to fight Jizhuliangfu for control of the body.

Therefore, no matter what Jizhuliangfu said, they remained unmoved, making Jizhuliangfu curse in anger; he did not fear god-like opponents, but rather pig-like teammates.

Meng Yifan laughed heartily and took the opportunity to attack crazily; his Divine Soul, carrying the Golden Dynasty Luck, tore off a large piece of Divine Soul Origin from Jizhuliangfu with every strike.

"You forced me, you forced me! Die, let us die together!" Jizhuliangfu felt his Divine Soul Origin becoming weaker and weaker; he roared in anger, his Divine Soul fluctuating violently, wanting to self-destruct and drag Meng Yifan down with him.

Meng Yifan dared to use Soul Projection to fight Jizhuliangfu to the death because he had guarded against him self-destructing; he moved his mind, and the Ghost Head Blade trembled violently, emitting the sound of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling.

After Meng Yifan advanced to a Fifth-grade Cultivator, his Spirit Power and Divine Soul Origin were greatly improved, and when he used the Ghost Head Blade to fight again, it appeared even more handy.

The Ghost Crying Wolf Howling sound of the Ghost Head Blade was initially just a sonic attack that affected the enemy's mind, but as Meng Yifan's cultivation continuously improved, the Ghost Crying Wolf Howling sound also became different from before.

It was not just a sonic attack that disturbed the enemy's mind, but also contained an illusion attack, which could lead out the most terrifying scenes in the enemy's heart, making the enemy feel terrified, afraid, and anxious within the illusion.

"Woo... sob..." As the Ghost Crying Wolf Howling sound rang out within Jizhuliangfu's Consciousness Sea, Jizhuliangfu was stunned; he seemed to have returned to his childhood, when he was just a six-year-old Little Boy.

That year, his hometown was suffering from a famine, hundreds of thousands of people starved to death, and Jizhuliangfu was so hungry he was skin and bones, collapsing on the side of the road.

Just at this moment, a wild dog rushed over, bit into his thigh, and wanted to eat him.

At that moment, Jizhuliangfu was so scared he lost control of his bowels; he trembled, wanting to resist, but he was already so hungry he had no strength left.

Even if he were not hungry, how could a six-year-old Little Boy possibly beat a large wild dog?

"No... get away..." Jizhuliangfu roared, then suddenly he paused, remembering that the wild dog that bit him back then had long since been killed by him; how could it come to tear at him again?

"No, this is fake." Jizhuliangfu realized, and the illusion formed by Meng Yifan instantly shattered.