Chapter 126: A Small Demon in the Human Realm, Not Bad

Facing the sharpness of this blade, Master Miaokong's pupils shrank abruptly. This strike was unavoidable, pointing straight at the demonic thoughts in his heart. The blade technique was even more profound and unfathomable, like the trackless flight of an autumn wild goose, carrying a trace of carefree intent.

Most importantly, Qian Chen wore a smile, his white robes fluttering, his gaze always carrying a trace of transcendence, unstained by dust.

The Ice Soul Cold Light effect of the blade light made the onlookers, who only saw the blade light like ice-piercing cold rays, feel as if the distracting thoughts in their hearts had been severed by a single strike. Yet, Zhuge Qingyun, who saw this strike again, was filled with admiration and whispered, "Fellow Daoist Qian's strike truly possesses unfathomable power. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I truly couldn't have imagined it."

Guo Fei had been waiting for the opportunity to use the Demon-Transforming Jade Bottle, and hearing this, he nodded slightly.

Only the slovenly Daoist, True Person Zhou Qi, frowned slightly, feeling as if something was wrong... "It is indeed a profound artistic conception, but can such a profound artistic conception really slay a demon lord?"

Master Miaokong's expression was incomparably solemn. Even though he had obtained the true teachings of the Demon Sect and had exchanged for many profound methods in the Samsara Realm, he still had no confidence when facing this strike from Qian Chen.

He could only hide the true form of the Infinite Ghost Mother within layers of the void, guarding his demonic thoughts tightly in his heart. Using a profound demonic magic, he transformed his five senses into five types of demons to dominate his own life-bound god-demon. He exhausted all his trump cards, guarding his mind so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through, no longer daring to activate those demonic magics that were immensely powerful but difficult to control.

He was terrified of repeating the mistake of his past disastrous defeat.

That time, Qian Chen had used the demonic thoughts of the White Bone Tianmo Sheli, driven by the Three Corpse God-Demons, to turn the tables. It truly made Master Miaokong realize, with bone-deep clarity, what it meant to say—only the power within one's own grasp is true power.

Although his life-bound god-demon was now severely damaged and his power had declined significantly, he was therefore able to easily control his own strength, confident that he would not lose control again!

Perhaps?

When the blade light in Qian Chen's hand cleaved through the layers of void concealment and arrived before Master Miaokong without any obstruction.

Master Miaokong still sighed inwardly: "This person truly has the bearing of a Dao Lord; he is worthy of being the revival patriarch of the Louguan Sect. My Infinite Ghost Mother hiding in the void is one of the most concealed god-demons in the world, yet before his strike, it is as if there is no concealment at all. I don't know if I can take this strike. If I cannot... I can only call the Blood Demon to block the blade!"

When that crystalline blade light cleaved before Master Miaokong, he exhausted all his means, guarding his mind to the death.

At this moment, he only felt a chill in his heart, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, causing his mind—which had no distracting thoughts and was guarding against external demons—to suddenly jolt.

Master Miaokong hesitated for a breath, still waiting for that peerless strike that would decisively sever his demonic thoughts.

At this moment, he saw Qian Chen opposite him reveal a cunning smile that left a bone-deep impression on him. At this moment, Qian Chen was like a little fox that had stolen a chicken, smiling deviously. In Master Miaokong's heart, he had become a sinister villain, churning with endless vicious schemes in his belly, more demonic than a demon lord.

This fluttering white robe, peerless grace, astonishing momentum, that gaze full of confidence, that profound blade intent...

As a result... just this jolt?

"This strike... is a bluff!"

In Master Miaokong's mind, only this thought churned.

"Of course!" Qian Chen opposite him seemed to be able to read his thoughts, confirming his idea with an incomparably certain gaze.

"Any confrontation first utilizes the flaws of the heart. Last time, I used pride to stir his heart and strengthen his will. In a very short time, I utilized your excessive fear to force you to use power that exceeded your own control. Then, I used the Three Corpse God-Demons to ambush you, and only then did I succeed. Being defeated by my use of the Three Corpse God-Demons to incite demonic thoughts must have left a bone-deep impression on you, making you attach great importance to the confrontation of will and the defense of the mind."

"The Demon Sect's true teachings are proficient in using demons to control demons. When not actively seeking death, how could it be so easy to incite demonic thoughts and win in a confrontation of the mind?"

"My Blade of Dao Heart is still immature; it can still slay my own demonic thoughts, and it can barely cut off the external demon's Wi-Fi, but wanting to shake the mind of an old demon like you, how could it be so simple?"

"So, when I met your avatar that time, I was already laying the groundwork, using my familiarity with controlling god-demons through external demons to create the fear in your heart that this strike was peerless and specialized in severing demonic thoughts. This laid the groundwork for today! And after this meeting, I constantly used words and strikes to expand your psychological shadow and strengthen your fear of me. I even went so far as to plant flags! All of this was to make you lose confidence in your own nature and will..."

"Finally, when striking, I used the characteristic of the Blade of Dao Heart to ignore any obstacles to lock onto you."

"I myself displayed an extremely high level of pretentiousness, as if this strike were truly peerless and confident. Ultimately, it was to force you to exhaust all means to guard your mind... at this very moment, revealing the flaw I was expecting!"

Master Miaokong's heart was already sinking continuously... This strike had no effect when he was heavily guarded, but when he was shocked by its lack of power, it acted like an ice-piercing mirror, reflecting Qian Chen's various calculations back to him, and finally, it caught him off guard and slowed his reaction. It could be said that this strike was utilized to the extreme.

But at this moment, Master Miaokong was already too late to react.

That blade light condensed from Ice Soul Cold Light silently transformed into a mass of crystalline, colorless thunder light, exploding violently before Master Miaokong's life-bound god-demon. That extremely cold light transformed into divine thunder, almost shattering everything. Its power was even more astonishing than the Ice Soul Cold Light that Master Miaokong had experienced before.

It was precisely the Ice Soul Divine Thunder that Qian Chen had used before!

This was the trump card that Master Miaokong did not know about... Qian Chen's most lethal divine ability.

He condensed the blade light with Ice Soul Cold Light, but he hid three hands. The first hand: using the Blade of Dao Heart and the Blade of Liberation, which Master Miaokong remembered deeply, to hide the existence of the Ice Soul Cold Light.

The second hand: using the Ice Soul Cold Light that Master Miaokong knew about to hide the Ice Soul Divine Thunder that Master Miaokong did not know about.

The third hand: using words and actions to strengthen his own presence, hiding the most conspicuous thing.

Just like this, Qian Chen used the Blade of Dao Heart to lock onto the mind, ignoring the characteristic of any obstacles, and used these three layers of concealment to send the Ice Soul Cold Light—which was incomparably conspicuous and could not be hidden at all—before Master Miaokong, transforming it into divine thunder.

Originally, because he had severed the foundation of the Demon Path and lost the divine ability of the Soundless Divine Thunder, Qian Chen had many difficulties in using the Ice Soul Divine Thunder. Not only was the activation slow, but he also lost the incomparably swift advantage of the divine thunder spell. It was like an old ox pulling a broken cart; although the power was immense, it was very slow.

But these were all things that could be compensated for with wisdom.

The Ice Soul Divine Thunder, like ice-glazed glass, exploded before the body of the Infinite Ghost Mother. That bone-chilling cold light froze everything, and the tyrannical divine thunder shattered everything. Between reality and illusion, the body of the Infinite Ghost Mother, the Demon Sect's number one life-saving technique, was shockingly shattered in this thunder light. Master Miaokong's entire person was blown to pieces. If it weren't for Qian Chen's magic power being a notch lower, he wouldn't even have been able to escape with his Yin Spirit.

"Ahhhhh!"

At this moment, the psychological shadow in Master Miaokong's heart was truly indescribable; he could only let out a scream of regret and extreme terror.

In his heart, Qian Chen had already become a demon whose calculations were flawless and whose mind was unimaginably devious... He was like a loser protagonist who had been severely ravaged in wisdom, perseverance, and calculation by a big villain, and could only rage impotently, wanting to flee in terror...

At this time, Guo Fei, who had long received Qian Chen's instructions, flipped his right palm and released the small jade bottle.

The white light at the mouth of the bottle enveloped the fragments of Master Miaokong's god-demon dharma image. This magic treasure, refined specifically to restrain demon lords, dragged Master Miaokong's fleeing Yin Spirit toward the mouth of the bottle.

Qian Chen flipped his palm and struck out twelve White Bone Sariras. The demonic thoughts entwined upon them dealt a heavy blow to the weakened Master Miaokong, making him unable to turn the tables.

But just as everything was about to be fulfilled, the Blood Demon, suppressed under the jade seal, suddenly rose up. That blood shadow, under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, was like a ghost. With a pounce, it snatched Master Miaokong away before the Demon-Transforming Jade Bottle could.

Si Qingguo said in horror: "No, what was suppressed was only one of his blood shadow clones; the Blood Demon was not suppressed!"

"Hahaha... after failing once two thousand years ago, did you really think I had no reflection at all?"

The Blood Demon laughed wildly, his Yang Spirit returning to that sea of blood. Only to see blood light seeping out from under the jade seal, re-gathering into the boundless blood cloud that enveloped Heavenly Fiend Peak. The phantom of the Blood Demon's head appeared in the blood cloud, looking at the crowd and mocking: "Just by relying on a mere little girl who has penetrated the Law, holding a magic treasure, you can suppress me?"

"You look down on me too much! If I only had this much ability, how could I have stirred up such a bloody storm two thousand years ago?"

"I am no longer the Blood Demon of the past, and you are still using the magic-suppressing treasures from two thousand years ago to deal with me!"

"Stubborn cultivators, foolish righteous path! Even if the Profound Heaven Demon-Slaying Sword were still here... would it necessarily be able to slay me? Today, you will all become witnesses to my blood-washing of the world once again! Becoming the resources for me to go further, seizing the foundation of that Master Miaokong, I will go further, even more... perfect and flawless."

The Blood Demon smiled grimly at Qian Chen: "I must thank you for the magic treasure you sent... I was afraid that just after coming out of the seal, the demonic treasures I refined in the past would all be destroyed, and you even sent such a big gift. It is truly hard to refuse such kindness... Then, send me your essence blood and cultivation as well!"

"Seeing that you are so satisfied, I can rest easy!" Qian Chen smiled slightly.

"No need to thank me... this is what I should do. Although it is said that after three days of separation, one should look at each other with new eyes, you, Blood Demon, have been sealed for two thousand years and were severely defeated when you were at your strongest. After reflecting and improving all these years, you are no longer the you of the past. But... having also been imprisoned for two thousand years, you no longer understand the Seven Demon-Slaying Heroes of today!"

Qian Chen said with his hands behind his back, reservedly: "The sword heroes of today will only be more demonic than the means of the Demon Path!"

"More cunning than the cunning of a demon lord..."

"If it weren't so, how could one eliminate demons and defend the Dao?"

"Blood Demon, the times have changed!"

Having said so much, it was just to maintain his righteous image; Qian Chen had also taken great pains... He revealed a confident smile of having everything in his grasp again: "Master Miaokong has already been suppressed by me with a backhand. Why would I go to the trouble of sending out the White Bone Sariras? It was to prevent you from taking advantage of him when he was too weak, instead devouring him and seizing his foundation. If Master Miaokong wanted to flee, the White Bone Sariras would be the ghosts claiming his life; if he were taken advantage of by you!"

"This is the counterattack opportunity I gave him!"

Just as Qian Chen finished speaking, he heard Master Miaokong's cold laugh from within the Blood Demon's blood-mist body: "This kid's terrifying will and profound calculations have frustrated me repeatedly... Just a local bumpkin like you, still thinking you've succeeded?"

Within that blood-mist body, the remnants of the Infinite Ghost Mother's essence—which was Master Miaokong's Yin Spirit—had already merged into the White Bone Sariras. A white bone giant, several hundred feet tall, appeared in horror. It had twelve faces, twenty-eight arms, wore a crown of five white bone Guanyins, and was dressed in a lotus white bone skirt. Its twenty-eight arms pinched fingers like flowers.

It stepped on the boundless sea of blood, standing at the peak of Heavenly Fiend Peak, revealing immense demonic might.

The boundless sea of blood entwined with the White Bone God-Demon. The Blood Demon's Yang Spirit and Master Miaokong's Yin Spirit were entangled together. The two's demonic thoughts devoured each other, using their own demonic thoughts to dominate and subdue the other's, beginning the struggle of the Heavenly Demon Seizing the Dao, devouring each other's foundations.

Qian Chen said to Yan Shu and the others: "You use the six magic-suppressing treasures to temporarily trap them and wear down their power. Before they fight for each other's foundation and decide a winner, they will have no power to deal with the outside."

Ning Qingchen said worriedly: "What about you?"

Qian Chen said calmly: "I am going down to find the remains of the Profound Heaven Demon-Slaying Sword."

"Brother Qian!" Witnessing Qian Chen suppress the resistance of two old demon lords with a flip of his hand, and always playing them in the palm of his hand, Si Qingguo's eyes were full of stars. She admired Qian Chen to the point of prostration, only a little bit behind her father. "Since Brother Qian has already designed for them to kill each other! Why go looking for the Profound Heaven Demon-Slaying Sword? If Brother Qian is still short of magic treasures, I actually know clues to the whereabouts of several magic treasures left behind by seniors!"

Qian Chen smiled bitterly: "Junior Sister Si, you see me always grasping the initiative, that is because I have prepared a lot."

He sighed inwardly: "This time, they really almost broke through all my defenses!"

"When I first started, enemies would be suppressed by me with a backhand as soon as they touched the first layer of my response. Now, they are almost touching my trump cards. Just a little bit more, and they could have threatened me!"

"Looking at the current situation, although I can severely injure these two, I still lack that trump card to slay them with one blow."

"So I can only go to the lung of the earth to explore and find that most critical puzzle piece. Only then will I have the opportunity to slay them completely... The Demon Path lacks nothing more than unimaginable variables. Although they don't have my talent in the Demon Path to complete all unimaginable changes, they are also the best among them. These variables cannot be guarded against!"

The six magic-suppressing treasures were once again controlled by the crowd, trapping the sea of blood and the white bone god-demon. The Demon-Fixing Mirror, the Demon-Breaking Golden Needle, the Demon-Binding Silver Ring, plus the Pingyang Merit Seal, firmly suppressed these two god-demons.

But this time, they no longer had the confidence to completely suppress these two god-demons; they could only take advantage of the life-and-death struggle between the two demon lords to temporarily contain them. Waiting for Qian Chen to strike!

And the Demon-Refining True Fire, the Demon-Slaying Sword Box, and the Demon-Transforming Jade Bottle were constantly wearing down their magic power.

It was imperative to refine this demon to its weakest state.

Qian Chen had already driven his sword into the rift of Heavenly Fiend Peak, going into the poisonous fire of the earth's lung to find the remains of the Profound Heaven Demon-Slaying Sword... ===== CHAPTER 127 =====