Chapter 110: Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming

The stone hall was silent. Unlike the thunder light emitted by the nun's hand just now, although it could be called skillful, the astonishing power contained in the Soundless Divine Thunder could still be vaguely perceived by the spiritual sense. The chest-haired man and the bat spirit could clearly perceive the colorless thunder light in the void.

The bat spirit's unique spiritual sense could even clearly perceive the astonishing power contained in the thunder light, and even the trajectory of the thunder light.

One Soundless Divine Thunder exploding down could overturn a small mountain.

But the thunder sound brought by Qian Chen's zither sound was like the rolling thunder in his ears. Although it could be perceived, it seemed to come from the sky, and the infinite electric light accumulated in the rolling dark clouds, as long as there was a little lead, it would turn into thunder. This feeling was like heavenly might, unavoidable...

There was even a sense of unreality like an illusion.

Seeing Madam Chilian, who had previously extinguished the thunder light lightly, face the zither sound directly and suffer a heavy blow as if she had been hit by a heavy blow, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Only then were they terrified...

The bat spirit's mind was even blank, and there was only Qian Chen plucking the zither strings in its eyes. The thunder sound was like a heavy drum sound from ten thousand miles high. The next moment, a silver dragon with spreading branches and claws pounced down. The faint true body shadow behind Madam Chilian shattered suddenly, and she was shaken by that heavenly might and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

This made its body and mind tremble, and it didn't dare to rescue at all. The loyalty it had shown in the past seemed to have disappeared.

Fortunately, Madam Chilian was truly as she said herself, never believing in the group of trash under her command.

At this time, Madam Chilian still had blood on her mouth and nose, but she raised the Ruyi, with mysterious yellow light entangled on it. Although it was just raised flatly, it seemed to collapse the void, carrying a trace of gravitational force that wanted to pull people over.

Standing under the light of the mysterious yellow Ruyi, it seemed to isolate the terrifying thunder sound.

But Madam Chilian knew this was just an illusion. The thunder sound was still constantly eroding her Primordial Spirit. If she fired three more thunders, she would have no power to fight back.

The Ruyi smashed toward Qian Chen... The mysterious yellow light flourished.

Qian Chen, who was sitting and playing the zither, suddenly moved at this moment. He plucked a heavy note with his left hand, making Madam Chilian's figure pause slightly, and his right hand was extremely fast, suddenly pulling out a streak of blood light from under the zither... The blood light was like silk, sharp like a blade. Although it was transformed by essence, it carried a soul-stirring sharpness.

The blade light was bright red, completely different from the dark red blade light in the hands of the black-clothed demon cultivator.

The blood light carried an evil intent that accommodated infinite vitality. The black-clothed demon cultivator witnessed this scene, and a strange feeling arose in his heart, as if his Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao was just a piece of dirty blood and dead matter, while the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao in Qian Chen's hand was like a living life. The former was indeed a demonic weapon with infinite wonderful uses, but the latter was an existence that could not be imagined.

It is conceivable that the blade technique used by the latter must also be "alive."

Madam Chilian also felt the terror of that demonic blade. That streak of blood light gave her a feeling of gathering all life, complex and filthy, full of vitality, but also extremely poisonous. This was the feeling that Lord Blood Demon's true body could give her... This demonic blade was like a smaller version of the Blood Demon's true body.

Even if her demonic body was strong, her spiritual sense told her that if she was slashed by this blade, there would be unimaginable great terror... It was even possible that the demonic blade would invade her body, and the countless lives accommodated in the blood light would merge with her essence through this, and then break out of the body, turning into a more strange and terrifying existence.

But at this moment, Madam Chilian's fear of Qian Chen had reached the point of some fear. She would rather risk this risk of becoming a breeding ground for demonic objects than block this blade. Instead, she chose to continue smashing down with the Ruyi, preferring to lose both sides than to block. Although her spiritual sense told her that the Ruyi could block the demonic blade, Madam Chilian inexplicably determined that even if she went to block... it would inevitably produce anomalies.

Making Qian Chen's demonic blade produce impossible changes, instead slashing her to death, while he was completely unharmed.

This is the unreasonable part of the demonic path...

At this time, Qian Chen, who was immersed in the lingering rhyme of the Supreme Dao Sound, suddenly changed his mind. His mind, carrying that faint mysterious Dao rhyme, suddenly distorted into the demon. That Great Dao wonderful sound, the realm of the Supreme True Words, was suddenly distorted and biased by him, turning into a ruthless, indifferent, and desperate demonic thought, as if the Heavenly Dao was ruthless and the Supreme Dao forgot emotions.

At this moment, the demonic blade in his hand gave birth to life, and even had a soul.

At this moment, Qian Chen stripped away everything that constituted his existence, leaving only the ruthlessness like the Supreme Dao merging with the Dao. The previous Supreme True Words, Demon-Subduing Dasheng Dasheng Leiyin, suddenly turned into the nourishment for entering the demon, and the infinite zither sound turned into the power of demonic nature. The zither and blade merged, vividly demonstrating in front of the black-clothed demon cultivator what is called the anomaly of the demonic path—that kind of incredible change.

"Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao!" The black-clothed demon cultivator murmured in his heart.

"So I have always been practicing the blade... And the Lord first demonstrated the true meaning of the Blood Demon Great Dao accommodating everything. This is 'Blood-Transforming'—accommodating everything and turning it into a blood sea! And this change is 'Supreme Supreme Tian Mo'!"

"My Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao only has the blade."

"The Lord's Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao has 'Supreme Supreme Tian Mo', 'Blood-Transforming', 'Divine', and 'Blade'!"

The same supernatural power was demonstrated in different people's hands. The black-clothed demon cultivator could only rely on the exquisite changes of supernatural powers and the strength of his essence to defeat enemies of the same level as himself. In Qian Chen's hands—the black-clothed demon cultivator clearly knew that Qian Chen's real cultivation base was even a level lower than theirs, and the magic power in his body was empty. All supernatural powers and magic power were borrowed from the essence of the Bone Relics transformed by them.

It can be said that how much cultivation and magic power they had, Qian Chen only had how much cultivation and magic power.

But the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao, which was broken by others in one strike, had the power to make enemies several realms higher than himself tremble with fear in Qian Chen's hands. That kind of deep demonic nature, that kind of incredible change. That kind of realm of turning everything into demonic nature... all made him sigh—the Lord is indeed the demon among demons!

"If the Lord had joined the Nine Heavens Demon Sect, in less than twenty years, those Supreme Elders and Sect Masters would have to be replaced!"

"If he were in my situation, the one who should be afraid forever would be the enemy!"

"It's a pity! If you had withdrawn the Ruyi to block the demonic blade... this blade could have killed you!" Qian Chen felt a little faint regret in his heart. The blood-light demonic blade he pulled out gave birth to incredible changes under the blessing of the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo, slashing open the stagnant mysterious yellow Ruyi and slashing into Madam Chilian's chest.

It sounds very long, but it actually happened in the moment of a hammer and a blade.

People without the blessing of the demonic path could only see Madam Chilian raise the Ruyi and smash it, but Qian Chen was faster, slashing her body one step earlier. It seems to be just a difference of one line, one faster and one slower, but in reality, there is a chasm.

Even if it came back a hundred times, Qian Chen would always be faster by this line.

Madam Chilian's strong demonic body was like a thin piece of paper when the demonic blade pierced her chest.

All the blood in her body was about to be swallowed by this demonic blade!

A blade mark passed through her chest. The wound carried evil vitality, as if the whole demonic blade, including the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo transformed by Qian Chen's distorted Dao sound, containing the essence of the Blood Sea Demonic Dao, only the blade remained in the wound. All those more fatal things entered Madam Chilian's body.

Madam Chilian threw out the mysterious yellow Ruyi, and the mysterious yellow light entangled on the Ruyi was unstable, as if it was about to explode.

This magic treasure was of extremely high quality, and in essence, it was enough to be refined into a supreme magic treasure. It's just that Madam Chilian's cultivation was insufficient, so it was still a line short. If it exploded, none of the demons, ghosts, and monsters in this demon cave, except Qian Chen, would want to live.

Demons, ghosts, and monsters naturally include Qian Chen... Looking at those who have witnessed Qian Chen's move, who would treat him as a righteous person, a true transmission of the Daoist gate? If this was said, even the Twelve Divine Demons transformed by the Bone Tianmo Tianmo Sheli wouldn't believe it. They were the ones who knew Qian Chen's identity best... But even so, they just treated Qian Chen's identity as a true transmission of the Louguan Dao as his background before entering the demon.

"The Lord will eventually enter the demon!"

Not only was the black-clothed demon cultivator thinking this, but even the handsome Buddhist monk and the righteous new disciple thought so.

Qian Chen grabbed the Long Quehuan and took back the mysterious yellow Ruyi. Holding the Long Quehuan, his heart felt a burst of peace—finally, there was another gain. The magic treasures in his hands should also be upgraded. Otherwise, facing the second-generation reincarnator and the Child of Luck in the future, wouldn't he also become poor like Yan Shu and the others?

"Although there is no such exaggeration as magic treasures throwing themselves into one's arms, I should also become richer the more I fight!"

As for Madam Chilian who took the opportunity to escape, Qian Chen had a trace of confusion—he thought Madam Chilian would fight him to the death in the end! After all, although that blade failed to slash her to death, the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao had already merged into her body, which was already a certain kill... If she wanted to grasp a trace of vitality, it would require the Bodhisattva level, or even the Daoist Lord of the Daoist gate to descend, to have full confidence.

He couldn't understand why Madam Chilian still had to escape.

Preferring to fall into a dead end rather than fight to the death in the end, causing Qian Chen a little trouble? ===== CHAPTER 111 =====

Not only did the black-clad demonic cultivator think so, but even the righteous path's rising star, the delicate Buddhist cultivator, thought the same.

Qian Chen hurriedly cast out the Long Quehuan to retrieve the Profound Xuan Huang Ruyi. Grasping the Long Quehuan, he felt a wave of relief—finally, there was some income again. The magic treasures in his hands were due for an upgrade. Otherwise, if he faced that 'second-generation' Samsara traveler among his future teammates—that lucky favorite of heaven—wouldn't he end up just as poor as Yan Shu and the others?

"Although it's not as exaggerated as having magic treasures fall into my lap, I should be getting richer the more I fight!"

As for Madam Chilian, who had taken the opportunity to flee, Qian Chen felt a trace of confusion—he had thought Madam Chilian would fight him to the death in the end! After all, although that blade strike hadn't managed to kill her, the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao had merged into her body, which was already a fatal blow... To seize a glimmer of survival, one would need the level of a Bodhisattva, or even the descent of a Daoist Lord, to have any real certainty.

He could not understand why Madam Chilian still chose to flee.

Would she rather trap herself in a dead end than make one final desperate strike to cause Qian Chen even a little trouble?