Chapter 630: Sense of Security (600+ words)

These two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Qingding Sect happened to be on official business nearby.

And Zhong Wuyou, for the sake of security, had previously sent them a Transmission Talisman for help.

Yet he never expected...

These two were simply sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight!

After all... ever since Ancestor Hongyu appeared, the atmosphere in the Immortal Cultivation World of the Lin Kingdom had been very subtle; one mountain cannot contain two tigers!

Although Zhong Wuyou knew the Qingding Sect were no good, he never expected that with the Black Blood Sect as a great enemy, they would dare to watch the fire from the other side, or even kick him while he was down!

What's more, there were only these two Foundation Establishment cultivators nearby at the time, and Zhong Wuyou had no other choice...

"Why... why must you come to shatter my sense of security?"

"No, I cultivate... to obtain a sense of security! This is a dangerous world; one careless move and you die... Only by obtaining stronger power can one possess a little sense of security..."

Aaron snapped his fingers, and a pair of cyan wind wings emerged behind him.

"Within seven steps, my fist is the fastest; beyond seven steps, I am still the fastest!"

"Black Sun Demon Fire... can it change shape?" Baihe Xianzi looked at this scene, suddenly feeling her scalp go numb.

"Is the fellow Daoist preparing to commit suicide to save us the trouble?"

Baihe Xianzi beside him let out a sharp cry, and a Magic Tool struck Aaron, but it was burned into nothingness by the armor's flames.

Baihe Xianzi replied with a smile.

Zhong Wuyou... has fallen!

"Not good!"

Targeted by a Black Blood Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator holding a Thousand Evil Banner and besieged by numerous ghosts, that 'Hunyuan Bowl' was teetering.

Zzzzt!

Don't look at how he was temporarily locked in a stalemate with Dongmen Xue using these petty tricks; in reality, he was only struggling to contain the opponent. Once the Yin Fire Beads and Talismans were exhausted, there would be trouble.

A bolt of lightning generated directly, was mostly blocked by the 'Shengxue Sword', and then slammed into Shen Qingchen.

Dongmen Xue said to Di Sanshun: "This brat wants to run!"

Shen Qingchen was even more pathetic than Aaron; if not for his distracted protection, he would have been finished off by Baihe Xianzi long ago.

Immediately, he was reduced to ashes by the Black Sun Demon Fire within his body.

Dongmen Xue and Di Sanshun also said with a chuckle, looking at Aaron as if looking at a dead man: "In consideration of the fellow Daoist being so sensible, it wouldn't be impossible to leave you with an intact corpse..."

Aaron let Xiaoqing take care of Shen Qingchen and hide to the side.

Although they were struggling to hold back their laughter, they were all truly old and cunning, secretly wary of Aaron revealing some hidden trump card.

Dongmen Xue's face turned pale; fortunately, his protective Magic Tool—a silver mirror—had already been refined to be spiritual and jumped out on its own to block.

Aaron's voice was cold, and accompanied by the sound of inexplicable incantations, a layer of pitch-black flames emerged from his body, as if he were wearing black armor!

The 'Demon Flame Art' had long been leaked, so Di Sanshun was not at all surprised that someone would know it.

Zhong Wuyou gave a bitter smile, watching a pitch-black Thousand Evil Banner suddenly strike from the Ghost Mist, shattering his Hunyuan Bowl in one blow, and a look of despair could not help but appear on his face.

"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?"

He remained very cautious, not wanting to fight to the death with a Foundation Establishment cultivator who knew he was doomed.

'This time it's still not steady enough; I only filled two Storage Bags with Talismans and Magic Tools before coming out... At most, it will last a few hours before running out.'

Two Foundation Establishment ghosts that approached to launch a sneak attack, upon touching this wisp of black flame, actually turned into nothingness without a sound!

"Unheard of!"

Di Sanshun and Dongmen Xue's eyes were about to pop out: "Black Sun Demon Fire?! So much Demon Fire? How many years of his lifespan did he burn? This brat is really going to risk his life... Everyone be careful and on guard; as long as we wait until his lifespan is exhausted, he will be dead without us having to do anything!"

"Rest assured, in this old man's Thousand Evil Banner Ghost Mist, he cannot run!"

"Not good!"

'Hmm... it seems I have a good grasp of the force; as expected, a strong Divine Sense is also helpful for fighting.'

"Fists strike three feet, dominating the martial world!"

Aaron scattered another handful of Yin Fire Beads, forcing back Dongmen Xue, while secretly withdrawing the Dharma Power from the 'Shengxue Sword', appearing as if his Dharma Power was insufficient and he was caught off guard.

Aaron threw another handful of Yin Fire Beads, forcing back Dongmen Xue, and poured a mouthful of century-old Huiyuan Wine into his own mouth.

"Ah!"

Roar!

Bang!

Aaron, wearing the pitch-black armor, threw a punch, and the scorching Demon Fire instantly burned onto this high-grade defensive Magic Tool.

"Sigh... do you know why I cultivate?"

Shen Qingchen's face was as pale as paper, muttering to himself.

In the end, several Foundation Establishment ghosts swarmed up, tearing apart his last bit of stubbornness and struggle, dismembering and devouring this Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Boom!

"The Qingding Sect has ruined me!"

Baihe Xianzi had originally seen Aaron bring out a Spirit Beast Bag and was on guard against him releasing some ferocious Monster Beast.

Baihe Xianzi certainly would not miss this opportunity, and taking advantage of Zhong Wuyou's death, she secretly threw out a pitch-black Talisman!

Aaron laughed, his wind wings folding behind him.

"A Qi Refining Early Stage Spirit Beast?"

When she saw it was a Qi Refining Early Stage Longevity Turtle, she couldn't help but laugh until she stumbled.

"Could it be that this is not Black Sun Demon Fire?"

"Terrible!"

Following that, these wisps of Demon fire followed the Magic Tool and dropped a spark onto her body.

This little turtle had shallow Dharma Power and was struggling to pilot the low-grade Flying Boat; it looked like if Aaron dared to give it a mid-grade Flying Boat, it would dare to perform a high-altitude crash.

Di Sanshun cautiously mobilized many Foundation Establishment ghosts, preparing to finally send this Sanshan Association Guest Elder on his way.

As for Zhong Wuyou?

This person's condition was the worst among the three.

"We who cultivate immortality, isn't it just to seek eternal life and carefree freedom?"

Aaron pointed at the Flying Boat again, and a circle of pitch-black flames flew out, transforming into individual pitch-black Fire Birds, placing the Longevity Turtle and Shen Qingchen under Protection.

Dongmen Xue's eyes were hazy, as if she were thinking of the high spirits of her youth, the helplessness of her middle age, and the despair after reaching old age...

"Haha... you're killing me with laughter."

Already suffering from severe injuries, the woman spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.

"Im... possible!"

"Go!"

Swish!

Under the augmentation of the max-level Wind Wing Technique, his entire person turned into a Shadow, arriving before the three Foundation Establishment cultivators in an instant.

This is the 'Wind Wing Technique'!

Once deployed, its speed for maneuvering and shifting over short distances is even a notch better than a High-grade Magical Tool!

"Heh... and here I thought you were preparing to use some trump card; it turns out to be the Wind Wing Technique?"

"This... this is..."

The terrifying flames instantly melted a large hole in the mirror surface, allowing Aaron's fist to smash directly into Dongmen Xue's chest, piercing through it as if it were paper.

What truly shocked him was that the opponent could actually summon so much Black Sun Demon Fire... this was indeed a ruthless person!

A 'Longevity Turtle' poked its head out and crawled out slowly, manipulating a low-grade Flying Boat Magic Tool, letting Aaron place Shen Qingchen onto the Flying Boat.

Aaron caught Shen Qingchen, looked at the three Demonic Dao Foundation Establishment cultivators gathering around, his expression serious, and slapped his Spirit Beast Bag.

Even the Black Blood Sect's Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivator, Di Sanshun, was a bit unsure at this moment.

"Save..."

Before Baihe Xianzi could even finish the word, her entire person was swallowed by the pitch-black flames.

The might of the Demon fire had reached such a level!

(End of this chapter)