Chapter 167: Since It Is Demon

Meng Su stood in the torrential rain for an hour, demonic energy surging all over his body. The powerful killing intent stimulated Meng Su's Demon Infant, and the two Demon Infants in his dantian began to rotate slowly, releasing gloomy demonic energy.

A bolt of lightning struck Meng Su on the head, but Meng Su seemed not to feel it. The lightning scorched Meng Su's face black. Meng Su remained motionless, and the powerful demonic energy began to impact Meng Su's Qi Sea. Meng Su had advanced, from the mid-stage of the Demon God to the late-stage of the Demon God.

After advancing, Meng Su's eyes were blood-red, his face was as white as paper, his lips were pitch-black, and he was filled with killing intent.

This killing intent affected the energy around Meng Su. The vegetation within a hundred zhang of Meng Su all withered, and even the small insects hiding underground turned into flesh mud under this killing intent.

After completing the advancement, Meng Su looked up at the sky, and a piece of white cloth drifted down from the sky.

The white cloth was the size of a palm; it was a white handkerchief. Meng Su reached out to catch the handkerchief and then squeezed it tightly in his palm. This was Ling Ziye's last care for Meng Su. This handkerchief could communicate with the Moonlight Boat.

Meng Su put away the handkerchief and then moved.

Meng Su put away the handkerchief and pointed at the void. The Moonlight Boat appeared from the void. The Moonlight Boat emitted faint moonlight, blocking the torrential rain. Meng Su walked into the Moonlight Boat, and a teleportation power appeared on Meng Su. Meng Su arrived on the Moonlight Boat.

A streak of moonlight drew an arc in the rain, and the Moonlight Boat traveled a thousand miles in one escape. Meng Su disappeared.

Time stopped again. This time, it was not the time stop caused by Meng Su's "Between Life and Death"; this time, the time of the entire Demon Realm stopped. The whole world turned into a painting again, and two people walked out of the painting, just like when Nangong Xiaoyan died, a man and a woman.

The man was precisely the old man Meng Su had met in prison, and the woman was precisely the girl who was as beautiful as a dream.

The two walked slowly from the sky to the grassland. The girl looked at the departing Meng Su, sighed, turned to look at the old man, and asked, "How many percent do you feel he is him?"

This sentence was quite strange, as two "he"s appeared. It was clear that they were looking for someone, but they were not sure if Meng Su was the person they were looking for.

"Thirty percent."

The old man said in a muffled voice.

"So low? Why do I feel he is him?"

"It is too early to make a decision now. We have been looking for so long; everyone is very similar, or close, but in the end? So don't be overly optimistic; it might not be in this lifetime," the old man said quietly.

"Alas, if he doesn't come out again, it will be too late."

The girl sighed and continued: "If this person is him, then we are too cruel to him, letting him fight alone."

"This is his fate. Fate should be like this."

After the two finished speaking, they disappeared from the grassland.

Among the billions of living beings in the Demon Realm, only one person knew that the Demon Realm had lost this period of time.

In the basement of the Li family, the white-haired young woman paused for a moment, then looked at the grassland where Meng Su had just left, lost in thought. She muttered, "Master, is it you?"

The person speaking was precisely Li Huan'er's aunt, Li Wuguo. Only she knew that the entire Demon Realm had been forcibly cut away for half an hour. It was not because her realm was high, but because someone let her know.

Li Wuguo withdrew her gaze, then stepped into the void. After standing steady in the void, she walked into a teleportation array. With a flash of white light from the teleportation array, Li Wuguo disappeared.

Li Wuguo appeared on the beach of the Black Demon Sea. It was precisely here that Meng Su was implanted with the Demon Gu by Wuyue and then rescued by Ling Ziye.

Li Wuguo looked into the depths of the Black Demon Sea, her white hair fluttering in the wind, revealing a delicate face, a delicate face, and deep eyes.

Li Wuguo looked at the Black Demon Sea and shook her head, muttering to herself: "He didn't go there. He went to the Demon Capital. I hope it's not too late. You must hold on. You are now the pillar of the Demon Capital. The Demon Realm cannot be without you."

Li Wuguo turned back to look at the depths of the Wilderness, where Li Huan'er had disappeared, and then extended her right hand, her fingers beginning to calculate.

As Li Wuguo's fingers moved, the Heavenly Secrets above the Demon Realm flowed. The aura related to Li Huan'er began to appear before Li Wuguo's eyes scene by scene.

"So it was you."

Li Wuguo put down her calculating hand and said lightly.

After calculating, Li Wuguo disappeared into the Wilderness.

Meng Su controlled the Moonlight Boat to sail toward the Demon Capital. Two days later, the moon finally broke through the clouds and appeared above the Demon Capital. Meng Su controlled the Moonlight Boat to begin teleportation.

The Demon Capital was an independent continent. The continent was huge and incomparable; it was the largest continent in the entire Demon Realm, located in the center of the Demon Capital.

At that time, Ling Ziye wanted to avoid the Left and Right Sects with Meng Su, so the grassland she chose was very far from the Demon Capital. This distance was millions of miles. The teleportation power of the Moonlight Boat was limited and could not compare to the large teleportation arrays of the sects. Therefore, it had to go through multiple teleports to reach the Demon Capital.

This multiple teleportation also had to be on a night with a moon. As a result, the Moonlight Boat teleported for more than half a month before Meng Su was teleported to the Demon Capital.

During this half month, Meng Su did not see his killing intent weaken as time passed. On the contrary, this killing intent became stronger and stronger.

Since he was a demon, he should do demonic things.

Slaughter. Meng Su needed blood and slaughter to extinguish the crazy killing intent in his heart.

Demon Capital, Ji family.

The head of the Ji family and a group of important figures of the Ji family were holding a meeting. Present were several elites of the Yang family and high-level officials of the Left and Right Sects.

Suddenly, a family member walked quickly to Ji Wuming's side and whispered into Ji Wuming's ear.

"What? Are you sure?" The teacup in Ji Wuming's hand suddenly fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"Absolutely true. According to the news just sent from the Left and Right Sects, the Soul Lamps of our Young Master, Miss Wuyue of the Mist Demon Sect, and a shadow-level assassin, who seems to be called Ye, all went out at the same time. It can be confirmed that they have passed away."

The servant said tremblingly.

Ji Wuming cupped his hands to the people at the meeting and said, "I'm sorry everyone, I think the meeting should end here today. Something happened to our family. I need to go and deal with it."

After Ji Wuming finished speaking, he left the conference hall like a gust of wind, regardless of the feelings of the cultivators present.

The Demon Capital was hundreds of thousands of miles in radius. The Ji family enjoyed a continent all to themselves, which was one or two thousand miles in radius, with countless buildings inside. It was composed of hundreds of manors. Among them, the main manor was very luxurious, with tens of thousands of various buildings.

Ji Wuming rushed to the conference hall of the main manor, sat on the grand armchair in the hall with an anxious mood, and shouted: "Are Ji Buyi and Ji Bu'er here?"

Two middle-aged men turned out from the darkness of the hall. The two middle-aged men looked quite similar, both having fat, inverted triangular faces, small eyes, and handlebar mustaches, appearing shriveled and shrewd. Unlike Ji Wudao, who practiced the Light Law, these two had surging blood energy, and countless blood-colored vengeful spirits appeared vaguely behind them. These were Demon Cultivators they had killed in the past, then refined into blood spirits and fused into their own bodies, becoming their Demon Bodies.

These two were Blood Cultivators.

There was a sect in the Demon Realm that specialized in practicing the Blood Demon, and this sect was the Blood Demon Sect. These two should be cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect. The Blood Demon Sect was one of the four major sects of the Demon Capital, and they usually interacted with the four major families.

Both sides would send outstanding disciples from their sects to the other sect for advanced studies, so that they could practice multiple demonic arts, becoming elites of the Demon Realm.