Chapter 16

Stimulated by this powerful demonic thought, Meng Su suddenly woke up. He saw a wisp of thick black fog slowly condensing on the body of the leading Ghost Envoy whom Meng Su had killed. As soon as this fog appeared, a demonic power sealed the scene.

The black fog slowly rose from the leading Ghost Envoy's body, condensed, and finally formed a slender young girl.

The girl was dressed in black, her face snow-white, with no eyeballs, only two thick masses of black fog in her eye sockets.

The girl carried endless melancholy and baleful energy. Sorrowful yet cold.

The girl looked at the Ghost Envoy leader who had been split in two by Meng Su and said gloomily: "I knew you were useless, unable to accomplish anything. Now you've actually been killed by a mere mortal. Ridiculous, ridiculous."

The girl paused and added: "The running dogs of the Ghost Sect are not things that you mortal commoners can kill."

Although Ouyang Bushu and Murong Nanrong had their bodies restrained by the demonic thought, their eyes and mouths could still move.

Ouyang Bushu exclaimed: "True Demon."

The girl turned her eyes to look at Ouyang Bushu. She reached out and opened her hand toward the disciples of the Ouyang and Murong families.

A large hand formed of thick black fog pinched the family disciples in its palm. A string of blood mist flew up from the black palm, staining the entire space red.

"If I were a Blood Demon, I could utilize all of this fresh blood," the girl sighed regretfully as she looked at the blood mist before her.

The girl formed a seal with both hands, and the blood mist in the air turned into black fog, which merged into the girl's body.

"Mortal blood, no spirit power, boring. But it's better than nothing," the girl muttered to herself.

The girl looked at the Ghost Envoy who had been fighting Ouyang Bushu and the other, and sighed: "Useless thing. Isn't it just planting a demon? To be made so miserable. What use are you?"

After speaking, the girl stretched her palm toward the four people who were dueling, and without distinguishing between friend and foe, she pinched the four into blood mist, then converted them into black fog and absorbed them.

Nangong Xiaoyan saw her uncle, cousin, and grandfather all refined by the girl in an instant; her heart was filled with great grief, and she cried out: "Demoness, you will have retribution. Treating human lives like grass. Viewing the people of the world as straw dogs."

The girl looked at Meng Su curiously: "Just a mortal, yet you managed to kill the Ghost Envoy I parasitized. A bit interesting, come, let sister have a look."

Meng Su looked at the girl: "Killed is killed, what's the big deal? Your Demon Sect can kill people, why can't I? I also killed your other three Ghost Envoys; you can settle the score with me, these things have nothing to do with them."

While speaking, he mobilized his thought power; Meng Su mobilized all his thought power, the vortex at his brow surged rapidly, and his face became increasingly pale. Meng Su's thought power and the girl's demonic thought collided, breaking the girl's restraint.

Nangong Xiaoyan turned quickly and pulled the trigger of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle at the girl.

The girl let out an "Eh" sound. She stretched out her slender jade hand toward the needles flying across the sky. The exploding silver needles stopped right in front of the girl's palm.

Meng Su raised the broadsword in his hand and walked to the girl in two steps. He retracted his thought power and converted it into Boundary Force. The Boundary Force was imbued into the broadsword, and the Nine-Ring Broadsword glided through the air, silent and soundless, even beginning to blur slightly.

"Formless Weaponization? Who exactly are you?" the girl said in surprise.

Meng Su: "The one who kills you."

"Dream on," the girl said disdainfully.

The broadsword soon fell upon the girl's head. Bizarrely, the girl suddenly disappeared, leaving a mass of black fog in her place. A burst of silver-bell-like laughter rang out everywhere in the air. This laughter directly caused the servants who were stunned on the spot to vomit blood and die.

Meng Su shook his head, the vortex at his brow spinning rapidly to drive away the demonic sound. The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles were scattered all over the ground.

"Interesting little boy, you are mine now. Since you killed my Demon Garment, then you be my Demon Garment." The girl did not look old, but her tone was very aged.

"Dream on," Meng Su replied the same.

"You are much stronger than those Ghost Envoys in my sect, but that is as far as it goes."

A burst of black fog rose before Meng Su's eyes; the black fog danced and condensed into the girl's appearance. After condensing into the girl, she stood for only an instant. The figure blurred slightly, the black fog flew up, and the girl appeared right in front of Meng Su. She grabbed Meng Su by the neck and lifted him up.

A burst of black fog passed through the girl's fingers and drilled from Meng Su's neck into his body. The standing girl slowly turned into black fog, and the black fog completely disappeared into Meng Su's body.

Meng Su hung quietly in mid-air. Black fog churned on his body. His two eyes turned into two black holes, with black fog swirling within them. The tiny red mole at his brow turned into a black mole the size of a pea.

Meng Su let out a heart-wrenching roar: "No, get out of my body."

Nangong Xiaoyan saw that Meng Su was in great pain and hurried forward, wanting to hold him.

Meng Su waved his left hand: "Stay away from me, don't come near me." Nangong Xiaoyan was pushed several zhang away by a palm strike. Nangong Xiaoyan sat on the ground and began to cry: "Husband, what happened to you? You cannot die; if you die, I will have no family left."

Meng Su suddenly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them again, a red glow flashing in his eyes, driving away a bit of the demonic fog. A battle between heaven and man began inside his body again.

The mass of demonic fog ran a cycle along Meng Su's meridians rapidly, then discovered the thought condensation at Meng Su's brow, and said in surprise: "There is actually someone in this world who can cultivate thought power to such a realm. Little brother, where exactly did you come from, you freak. You are my opportunity; be my Demon Garment, and when I completely demonize you, I will advance to Demon God."

Meng Su's muscles, bones, and meridians blackened rapidly under the erosion of the demonic fog, and Meng Su slowly turned into a demonic shell.

The mass of fog slowly eroded into Meng Su's Qi Sea. Suddenly, the extinction point in Meng Su's Qi Sea dantian felt a threat. It rapidly turned into a black hole, sucking the invading demonic fog into the extinction point, and then converting it into thought power. How powerful this demonic fog was. It was unknown how many tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of times it exceeded a Nine Yang Pill.

The thought power converted from this powerful demonic fog rapidly merged into Meng Su's body, squeezing the demonic fog distributed within his body into Meng Su's Qi Sea. Then the thought power rapidly drilled into Meng Su's brow, tearing apart the original black vortex and establishing a golden vortex.

This golden vortex was extraordinarily powerful, its suction and conversion ability exceeding the original black vortex by a thousand times. The black mole at his brow rapidly turned into a red mole, and then the red mole rapidly covered his entire face.

It was as if Meng Su had grown red ringworm on his skin.

The golden vortex spun rapidly, slowly turning into a liquid golden bean. The red spots all over his face rapidly shrank, finally turning into a red line like a vertical eye at the center of Meng Su's brow.

"Nianling Early Stage, Thought Eye appears."

"This is... Immortal-grade Demon Seed? Who exactly are you? How can there be such a heaven-defying object in your body? Ah..."

The mass of black fog rapidly escaped from Meng Su's body. The extinction point did not forcibly absorb it, as if it looked down on a demon spirit of such low grade, letting the girl's black fog escape Meng Su's body. But after this suction, the girl had lost at least one-third of her demon spirit.

Meng Su lost the control of the demonic fog and fell from the void to the ground.

Black Qi churned around, slowly condensing into the girl's true form.

The girl staggered and spat out a mouthful of black blood; her entire person fell from True Demon High-stage to True Demon Low-stage, dropping two small realms.

"I, Wu Linglong, have never suffered such a great loss since awakening as a True Demon. It has been over a hundred years; you are the first person who has been able to hurt me. Since you cannot be my Demon Garment, then honestly be a Demon Seed. I see your wife seems to have quite a lot of affection for you. She is your Demon Cause."

Wu Linglong gritted her teeth in hatred.