Chapter 653: True Inheritance of the Black Demon

"A Black Demon Sect cultivator?!"

After the celebration, Aaron climbed out from a pile of jade arms, put on his outer robe, and went outside to gaze at the bright moon in the sky.

"This is truly something to look forward to... I wonder if there are any life-shortening Demon Arts or spells available for cultivation?"

"This Black Demon Sect comes from Great Gan; even if it is just a branch, the people under them should have some good things, right?"

He felt that his immortality talent was quite compatible with some Demon Arts, such as the 'Demon Flame Art'!

He had once been interested in the techniques of the Black Demon Sect.

However, the Black Demon Sect was too far away and too close to the battlefield; Aaron did not want to be caught in the crossfire.

In fact, Aaron had even secretly collected techniques from the Black Blood Sect, only to discover that to cultivate those Demon Arts, one had to change their main cultivation technique.

If this is the case for a Top-tier Magical Tool, it is very possible that an ordinary High-grade Magical Tool would be destroyed in a single strike!

The clash involving Top-tier Magical Tools caused the surrounding air to shriek and crackle.

"Is this the foundation of a major sect? Even a True Disciple's techniques have Divine Sense Forbidden Techniques to prevent being captured and subjected to the Soul Searching Technique..."

Where did this strange white-haired cultivator pop out from?

Aaron analyzed his own mood and felt that his state of mind had improved quite a bit.

That crimson flying knife showed no sign of waning power, slicing through the Ghost Mist and heading toward where Aaron was.

Roar!

……

Clang!

The Bronze Tripod immediately met it, emitting an archaic sound.

Red Owl exclaimed: "So many? What grudge do I have with you? You want to risk your life against me?"

Red Owl shrieked and formed seals with his hands: "Witness my Red Blood Demon Art!"

He immediately drew his Dharma Sword and hacked Red Owl into a human stick.

After a burst of metallic clashing sounds, Aaron recalled the nine White Jade Knives. He looked at these nine Top-tier Magical Tools with heartache, discovering that there were actually quite a few nicks on the blades, and crimson color was spreading near the nicks; he would definitely have to spend a great deal of energy to repair and refine them back after returning.

Swish swish!

Within the Ghost Mist, white light danced!

"Good... today I will let you witness the power of my Black Demon Sect's profound arts!"

"Fortunately, I also gained quite a bit from the fragmented memories."

Amidst the brilliance, there was a small knife with countless Weird runes engraved on its surface.

"Is that the 'Thousand Evil Banner'? Remnants of the Black Blood Sect? Everyone be careful..."

Red Owl's eyes turned red, and he unleashed his Demon Eye technique, actually seeing through the fog to spot a young white-haired cultivator he did not recognize.

After all, as long as one did not attack the Qingding Sect, which possessed a Third-tier mountain-protecting Array Formation, every single Foundation Establishment family and cultivation market in the Lin Kingdom was just a piece of cake in Red Owl's eyes!

Most of the ancestors of those cultivation families were at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, and they could be stuck at that bottleneck for a lifetime!

Aaron formed seals again, and wisps of pitch-black flames appeared around his body, transforming into various birds and forming a dense swarm.

Within the Ghost Mist, those Junior Brothers of his seemed to have already fallen!

"No... who are you? We are both of the Demonic Dao, why do you come to stop me?"

I am growing old day by day, while the sons are in the prime of their youth, and the ministers are scrambling to defect... Is this treating me like a dead man? This is simply intolerable!

Chirp chirp!

"Black Sun Demon Fire?"

The next moment...

"Sure enough, living a long time brings all sorts of novel experiences..."

The light belonging to the Top-tier Magical Tool was enough to dazzle Red Owl's eyes.

After half a stick of incense, Aaron retracted the Thousand Evil Banner and grabbed the unconscious Red Owl in his hand: "Soul Searching Technique!!"

On his body surface, layer upon layer of crimson flames suddenly emerged. The flames gathered continuously, forming the image of a bull-headed, human-bodied Demon behind him.

He stood on the clouds, looking at the lights of ten thousand homes below, and revealed a ferocious smile.

This True Disciple indeed had hidden traps; if he were killed rashly, the aftermath would be significant.

If he could obtain some Demon Secret Techniques that did not require changing his cultivation method this time, it would be well worth the price!

'And the members of the Li Family... Heh... seeing that I am like the setting sun, they are thinking of climbing up to a higher branch?'

That pitch-black Black Sun Demon Fire directly coiled around the phantom of the bull-headed, human-bodied Demon, annihilating the crimson flames and gradually gaining the upper hand...

"Those who have seized great power are the least tolerant of it slipping away, and the closer they are to death, the easier it is for them to go mad; this is often the reason... they are all forced into it!"

The opponent stood on a Bronze Tripod, with a Heavenly Net Umbrella above his head, holding a Thousand Evil Banner in his hand, and was protected by nine White Jade flying knives around his body.

Red Owl's sound transmission had just been sent when he heard several screams.

The two sides had been fighting for many years; who didn't know the other's background?

Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators were only below those Golden Core Ancestors, and every Black Demon Sect branch had specialized files on them.

Aaron stretched, transformed into a streak of light, silently passed through the Xiaoyue Mountain mountain-protecting Array Formation, and flew into the clouds.

At this moment, he could not help but savor it carefully, as if he felt the sorrow of an ancient emperor.

Red Owl was leading several Foundation Establishment Initial Stage Demon Cultivators, flying low-key through the Lin Kingdom.

'Red Owl, a True Disciple of the Black Demon Sect?!'

"Feel the terror of the Black Demon..."

Roar roar!

Aaron's expression remained unchanged as he pointed at the Bronze Tripod beneath his feet.

Occasionally, when one reached the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage, they would have to beat drums and celebrate, wishing for everyone in the world to know.

What surprised him even more was the opponent's cultivation level!

"A Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator!"

With his Foundation Establishment Mid-stage strength, combined with the overbearing Demon arts of the Black Demon Sect, he did not fear a fight even if he encountered a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator in this small place!

Therefore, he was very confident about this mission.

Some fragmented memories immediately surfaced.

"As expected, one must frequently taste tea and enjoy song and dance... to cultivate one's character and nourish one's nature..."

This small crimson blade darted back and forth, its ferocity even greater amidst the blood-colored Light, actually colliding repeatedly with the nine white jade flying blades.

Aaron knew Li Yaotian's intentions clearly.

Clang!

Most were unsystematic, and even extremely fragmented...

At this moment, the ox-headed, human-bodied monster behind Red Owl also roared at the sky, beat its own chest, and spat out a beam of crimson Light.

Therefore, Aaron only intended to beat Red Owl half to death, carve him into a human stick, then toss him into some deep mountain forest, run far away himself, and let wild beasts take his life.

He was ordered by the branch to infiltrate the Lin Kingdom, slaughter cultivators, and create panic.

"Inherited cultivation technique..."

Regarding this, Red Owl was very disdainful.

Countless flame birds chirped, their voices drowning out everything else.

"Go!"

"This opponent is quite different from the previous trash..."

And since he usually hung around the righteous path, it was inconvenient to be a Demon Cultivator, so he gave it up.

After all, it was a Top-tier Magical Tool specialized in defense, and with Aaron's powerful Dharma Power manipulating it, it should be able to entangle with that small crimson blade for a long time.

Poof!

A burst of Ghost Mist exploded, suddenly shrouding a radius of several dozen miles.

He added a piece of useless nonsense in his heart: "If you just say it... can't I just change it?"

Streaks of blood flames shrouded the surroundings, and after the white jade flying blades killed their way in, they actually felt as if they had stabbed into viscous glue, their movements becoming sluggish.

Aaron had no intention of chatting with the opponent; with a flick of his thought, the nine white jade flying blades sped over.

Bang!

Suddenly, Aaron retracted his hand as if struck by Electric, feeling his Divine Sense suffer a bout of damage, as if it had drilled into some black hole.

Red Owl shrieked: "Impossible!"

"Originally, this job could have been left to Xiaoqing, but Xiaoqing is considered to have some value, so I can't screw it over like this..."

It was unknown what Xiaoqing in the Spirit Beast Bag would think if it heard these words...

(End of this chapter)