Chapter 123

Meng Su's thought power was powerful. Although the black-clothed middle-aged man's head was only a black skeleton head, Meng Su also felt the black-clothed man's fear.

"Brother Dao has good skills. If you can let me have that white crow, I will give you a chance." A divine sense from the black-clothed man was transmitted into Meng Su's brain.

Meng Su smiled coldly: "I am not interested in the chance you mentioned. The white crow and I have fate. If your Excellency leaves now, everyone will be happy. If you insist on snatching it, I will definitely make your soul fly away and scatter."

The black-clothed man sighed and said: "This white crow is a monster, an opponent of your Demon Realm. Even if you get the white crow, it won't be of much use, but for this monster, it is very useful. I have been in the swamp world all year round, my soul power is weak, and I need the white crow to snatch souls for me."

"Snatch souls? Snatch whose souls? In that case, I can't give it to you even more. You want to rely on the white crow to kill demon cultivators of our Demon Realm. Get out quickly. If you anger me, I will smash your bones and scatter your ashes."

"Alright, since your Excellency insists, don't blame me for being rude."

The black-clothed man disappeared. A blue flame appeared in the void in front of Meng Su. The flame expanded quietly, slowly expanding into a blue flame man. Then a buzzing sound appeared in Meng Su's brain. This sound came very suddenly, and the sound was very loud. Meng Su was shaken by this sound and felt uneasy. This sound was somewhat similar to Yanzhi's magic zither, similar to sound killing, but it was definitely not sound killing.

As the sound rang out, a dark cloud flew from the swamp behind, covering the sky and the sun, and then flew rapidly to cover the flame man. The flame extinguished, and the flame man grew flesh and blood.

Next, something that made Meng Su dumbfounded appeared. A huge black skeleton frame walked slowly from the swamp.

This skeleton frame was a hundred feet high, looking like a human skeleton, but Meng Su had never seen such a tall skeleton.

The skeleton frame walked draggingly, then flew rapidly to become smaller, finally becoming the size of a normal person, then merged into that flesh and blood, and finally a young man appeared.

The black-clothed man's eyes were pitch black, his face was gray and white, a long black hair fluttered in the wind, and he held a bone knife in his hand.

The aura on the young man's body soared, and he soon advanced from the late stage of the Demon God to the peak, then advanced to the Demon Saint, then the middle stage of the Demon Saint, the peak of the Demon Saint, and finally stayed at the peak of the Demon Saint.

Meng Su watched the young man advance quietly. The meta-Qi fluctuation brought by the rapid advancement stirred up a whirlwind, and this whirlwind blew Meng Su's clothes and hair fluttering everywhere.

The young man who completed the advancement glanced at Meng Su, and then did something that shocked Meng Su. The young man's aura began to converge and collapse towards his flesh. Then the advancement began to decrease, and soon fell from the peak of the Demon Saint to the middle stage of the Demon Saint, then the early stage, then fell to the Demon God.

From the Demon God realm, he continued to fall, finally falling to the True Demon realm.

Meng Su had never seen such a strange cultivation technique, first raising and then suppressing. The young man was definitely not a True Demon, because True Demon was the realm used by the Demon Realm to measure demon cultivators. This person was not a demon cultivator; he was a monster.

"I was originally an ordinary businessman in the Demon Realm. Ten thousand years ago, when the Demon Realm had not yet formed a cultivation system, I made a small business to support my family. Who knew that one day on the way home from business, I met robbers. The robbers tortured me to death, cut me into eight pieces, and abandoned my corpse in this swamp. I couldn't eliminate my resentment, absorbed the swamp gas in the swamp all year round, and finally formed a resentful spirit. The resentful spirit originally had no body and no soul. In order to take revenge and ensure that a trace of resentful spirit would not be extinguished, I began to absorb soul power everywhere. Finally, I condensed a trace of true soul."

"Many years ago, I gave birth to wisdom from the resentful spirit and met a great power in the Monster World. He taught me the cultivation method. I cultivated the monster classics all over, and finally realized the origin of the monster. Today, as long as I get the white crow and swallow the white crow, get the white crow's origin, I can get rid of this swamp and walk in the world. But heaven does not follow my wishes. Whoever blocks me, I will kill whoever."

Meng Su looked at the swamp monster who looked like he was only in the True Demon realm and felt a strong sense of crisis reminding himself—this person is dangerous.

Meng Su mobilized his entire cultivation to the peak state to deal with the swamp monster in front of him.

The swamp monster looked at Meng Su and smiled coldly, slowly raising the bone sword in his hand. A strange force rippled between Meng Su and the swamp monster.

This force was added to Meng Su, and Meng Su suddenly found that he had become smaller, while the swamp monster in front of him began to become larger. In fact, the height of the two had not changed at all, but strangely, in Meng Su's eyes, the swamp monster was slowly becoming taller.

Finally, the swamp monster became a hundred feet tall in front of Meng Su, as tall as the original black skeleton frame.

Meng Su felt the danger and retreated rapidly, wanting to exit the swamp monster's control range first.

Strangely, the size of the ground in front of Meng Su seemed to have become larger. Meng Su's Body Follows Thought was already very fast, but the whole person ran wildly like lightning for a few breaths, but only ran out one or two steps.

Meng Su was shocked. This is a domain. Only the peak realm of Demon Venerable can condense a domain. But the swamp monster in front of him was only at the peak of the Demon Saint, a big realm away. Even if he lowered his realm in exchange for powerful monster power, he wouldn't be able to condense a domain.

There was only one possibility. He borrowed momentum. He borrowed the momentum of the swamp. This domain was not a real domain. It was impossible to form a fixed space like the domain condensed by the Demon Lord. This was a momentary domain.

The swamp monster lowered his realm and borrowed the momentum of the swamp at the same time, obtaining short-term Supreme power, trapping Meng Su in the monster domain.

This was not the most terrifying thing. What was terrifying to Meng Su was that Meng Su's realm began to fall, falling from the middle stage of the Demon God to the early stage of the Demon God, then falling to the peak of the True Demon, then falling downwards, and finally staying at the early stage of the True Demon. This was the lowest realm after entering the demon in the Demon Realm.

Many of Meng Su's supernatural abilities could not be used, such as the Devouring Demon Body. The Demon Infant had returned to the Demon Core.

In this domain, the realm was decided by the swamp monster.

Just when Meng Su was shocked, the swamp monster moved, and the bone sword in his hand turned into a black meteor and stabbed at Meng Su.

Meng Su's body swayed, trying his best to avoid it, but it was like falling into a swamp. Even slight movement became quite difficult. Before Meng Su was ready to fight, the bone sword had already stabbed his chest.

Meng Su's demon body could not be used, and the use of the thought body here was not significant. The function of the thought body was the movement effect. This demon domain was the opponent's home field. Where to move?

After a slight hesitation, the bone sword had already pierced Meng Su's skin, an inch away from his heart.

Meng Su's thought power rose greatly. This strange demon domain restricted his demonic arts, but it didn't restrict his thought power. Meng Su repeated his old trick, and his powerful thought power moved his heart to another place.

Meng Su couldn't retreat, so he moved forward. The swamp monster's long sword passed through Meng Su's body. Meng Su's body rushed forward along the long sword and soon met the swamp god. Meng Su stretched out his right hand, and a black vortex in his right hand—Nirvana Grasp.

The Nirvana Grasp, which had always been unfavorable, kicked the iron plate this time. This grasp grabbed a pile of flesh and blood. But this flesh and blood squirmed in Meng Su's hand, and then with a bang, it scattered in all directions. The flesh and blood turned into countless tiny mosquitoes, and these mosquitoes were extracted of life force by the Nirvana Power and died.

The swamp monster saw Meng Su send himself in front of him and slapped Meng Su's chest with a palm. Meng Su vomited blood and was slapped back a hundred feet by a palm.