Chapter 433: The Mystery of the Demon Blade, Subduing the Heavenly Demon

The Heavenly Demon, perched atop the Great Bell of Death, slowly raised its head and stared fixedly at Qian Chen.

Its two eye sockets, like black holes, were so deep they lacked any luster. Being stared at by it felt as if one had descended into the Yu Yu Jiuyou Hells; looking into its eyes, one's soul would almost involuntarily fall into them.

Qian Chen had nothing on his person; he had not revealed a single magic treasure or artifact, simply standing there in a plain manner.

He still appeared as a youth, using his true body rather than the external incarnation of 'Li Bai', so everyone could see that he was merely a Core Formation True Person.

"Hehe!" The Heavenly Demon Fu Zang sneered gloomily: "It has been a long time since a Core Formation junior dared to speak to me like this!"

Qian Chen was also appraising it with satisfaction, looking carefully from its dry, protruding crown down to its toes, his gaze as if measuring some kind of material. The gazes of the man and the demon crossed; the Heavenly Demon's pupils were as deep as hell, while Qian Chen's eyes were plain and calm, yet seemed to reflect everything.

The Heavenly Demon saw its own reflection in Qian Chen's pupils, a slightly distorted shadow on the iris, the deepest parts being the two black dots where the eyes were.

Those two black dots were so deep, they seemed to have distorted and sucked in the entire shadow.

"In life, a master approaching the Yang Spirit realm; after death, having undergone several transformations, absorbing the Yang lifespan of who knows how many Ghost Cry Sect tools. Now, only one death-gate away from the Ghost Immortal realm, the most thorough transformation between life and death... A fine piece of material, a fine piece of material indeed!"

Although Qian Chen had only employed demonic methods to hide his identity and intended to frame the Demon Sect from within, seeing such a good piece of material, he couldn't help but feel his hands itch.

The Immortal Qin's artificial deity technology of the God-Sacrificing Platform had already made him very curious.

Now that the incomplete God-Sacrificing Platform was here, along with so many promising materials, even though Qian Chen did not intend to develop in the demonic path, he could not suppress his desire to learn by analogy.

Tian Tian Qi Zi, seeing that the newcomer was merely a Core Formation cultivator, felt great contempt. He glanced at his right hand, which was supporting the Great Bell of Death, and found his palm already withered and thin, even covered in age spots peculiar to the elderly. Looking again at Qian Chen's youthful appearance, his gaze grew increasingly sinister. He bowed and said: "Grandmaster, this person learned the secret of this place from who knows where. It would be better to take him down, refine him with the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Devouring Cannon, and interrogate him, so that the Spider God may witness the strength of our Ghost Cry Sect!"

The Heavenly Demon was noncommittal: "You decide. This seat must concentrate on dealing with that Spider God. You all take this brat down!"

At this moment, the true disciples of the Ghost Cry Sect all breathed a sigh of relief. Under the interested gaze of the Spider Goddess Luo, they each sneered, moved their feet slightly, sealed off Qian Chen's retreat, and looked at him with eerie gazes.

One true disciple raised a ghost treasure; it was a pot-bellied, white, fatty man. The human skin was slick and shiny, full of elasticity, stretched over an inflatable bladder to form a human-skin pouch. Now, it was puffed up and tucked under the true disciple's arm, with the human-head nozzle pointed at Qian Chen.

This ghost treasure was even more ferocious than the gourd from before. The human skin could even sneer; even the Spider Goddess Luo had been unable to prey upon it for a time.

"This skinning is not up to par!"

Qian Chen had considerable attainments in the "Moon Demon Skin-Painting Scripture" and was someone who had skinned Yaksha ghost skin. He immediately offered some well-intentioned advice: "The greatest taboo in skinning is looseness. You all must have heard the story of the Moon Demon painting skin. Do you know why, when the Moon Demon skinned, he would scare the Yaksha at the end... it is because human skin is best when tight. When skinning alive, it is best to keep it in a tense state, so that the elasticity of the human skin will be good!"

"Therefore, when painting skin, one must keep the victim in a state of knowing yet not knowing, vaguely feeling that they are about to be skinned, so that they will tighten their skin, yet not know when the action will be taken. In such a state of trepidation! At this moment, strike suddenly, and the skinned human skin will be the most complete."

"One look at yours and it is clear this skin was peeled off voluntarily by this person. It is too loose and has not been soaked in the fear of the human skin, so the facial expression lacks a lifelike feeling, indicating that the soul was not scared into remaining in the human skin. The best Moon Demon can peel off the seven souls. Your work is too crude, which is why you need to sew on a bladder. If I were to do it, one sheet of skin would suffice to make a pouch! There would be no need to gild the lily by sewing a Taotie stomach inside as a bladder. You must know that human skin is a top-tier material, superior to all other furs!"

As Qian Chen spoke persuasively, the Ghost Cry Sect true disciple was already trembling all over with fear.

Tian Tian Qi Zi couldn't help but be horrified: "This person is a true demon!"

Qian Chen took a step forward.

"Ah!" The Ghost Cry Sect true disciple clutching the pouch screamed miserably: "Don't come over here!"

He gritted his teeth and acted fiercely, but he was scared out of his wits by the trace of demonic nature revealed in Qian Chen's calm narration—a feeling like a knife edge sliding across his skin, terrifying to the extreme. He squeezed the pouch ghost treasure under his arm, and the human-head pouch opened its mouth to spit out a ghost shadow like a nether soul, mixed into a dim yellow soul-scattering nether wind, and attacked Qian Chen.

Qian Chen joined his palms into a blade and raised his right hand levelly, pulling out a blood-colored blade Qi like a ribbon of silk from his palm edge.

He waved it casually, and the blade Qi swept past the demonic shadow in a flash.

Blood river red rust, should not have hatred!

The eerie demonic nature within the blade light manipulated the consciousness of the fierce ghost within the ghost treasure. The Ghost Cry true disciple clutching the pouch saw the demonic shadow wailing in the blood light and hurriedly braced his right arm, wanting the spring held under the human skin to rebound and suck the nether wind ghost shadow back in.

But when he raised his arm, he found the human skin under his arm was still shriveled. He saw that under the ribs of the human skin, there was an extra knife cut, which had sliced the skin pouch open.

Just as the blade Qi swept through the air, it not only slashed the evil ghost but also injured the skin pouch of the ghost treasure, making him unable to control the ghost treasure to take back the evil ghost.

The Heavenly Demon Fu Zang shouted sternly: "Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao, you are from the Yu Yu Jiuyou Sect!"

Heavenly... Demon... Blood-Transforming... Divine... Blade!

Within the blade light, the incomparably deep demonic nature had already produced that incredible change, causing the Heavenly Demon on the blade to control the consciousness of the evil ghost. At this moment, in the eyes of the evil ghost fleeing in panic, the tattered skin pouch under the arm of the Ghost Cry true disciple looked like a rotten bag, while he himself had become that white, fatty skin pouch.

The evil ghost fled in panic, rushing toward the skin pouch in its consciousness. That ghost shadow, carrying the blade light, actually drilled into the mouth of that Ghost Cry Sect true disciple.

Just like returning to its own skin pouch, it drilled deeply into his skin pouch.

Even under the pressure of the blade light, it drilled deeper, not just into the flesh, but into his soul, and the evil ghost he had raised in his body, drilling all the way to the deepest part of his spirit.

That Ghost Cry Sect true disciple trembled violently all over and began to scream. This scene even made the Heavenly Demon Fu Zang horrified. Immediately afterward, it saw Qian Chen get close to that person, and the blade Qi of the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao faintly permeated from that person's abdomen.

Qian Chen pressed his finger on that person's chest and smiled slightly: "Can you feel it? It is this feeling of tightness..."

"Your seven souls have been forced into the human skin by fear and blade Qi! Your skin, the skin of your soul, the skin of the evil ghost you raised, and the skin of the fierce ghost that sneaked into your body, have perfectly fused together. Finally, you must remember..."

Rip!

A sound of tearing silk rang out. Qian Chen grabbed the knife cut that had split open on his chest and tore the entire skin off.

At this moment, everything under the human skin had been fused into the skin pouch by the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao. After it was lifted, there was only a skinless starving ghost wailing miserably.

This scene made even ghosts tremble!

"This is the sound!" Qian Chen revealed an evil smile and said: "Truly a fine piece of material. If it weren't for your Ghost Cry Sect raising ghosts in your bodies, how could I peel off such a top-tier item where the three souls and seven souls are all fused into the skin pouch? Truly good material for the God-Sacrificing Platform!"

At this moment, Qian Chen was like a true demon lord who had walked out of the Nine Nethers, letting the people of the Ghost Cry Sect know why the Spider Goddess Luo said—he understands the Nine Nethers better than you do.

The Heavenly Demon Fu Zang did not wait for Qian Chen to finish speaking, suddenly raising the Great Bell of Death, slamming it down toward the top of Qian Chen's head...

This demon lord even made it feel fear. Such deep demonic nature, with a bright future in the demonic path, he could not be left alive!

Si Qingcheng watched this scene from afar, covering her mouth with wide eyes, and whispered: "Senior Brother is acting so realistically! If I didn't know his background, I would have thought he was truly that kind of peerless demon lord!"

Beside her, Qian Chen's incarnation, Li Taibai, shivered upon hearing this and rolled his eyes at her silently.

Hum!

The Great Bell of Death emitted a huge humming sound. Where the sound waves passed, all things fell into deathly silence, and even the spider webs laid by the Spider Goddess Luo were withering.

The bell sound was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, harvesting everything it reached.

The remaining broken walls and ruins in the temple ruins were also destroyed by the bell sound, and the Heavenly Demon wailing faced by Qian Chen, who was directly facing the bell sound, was the most terrifying. Just a trace of the aura made Qian Chen's physical body almost die immediately.

At this time, Qian Chen fused the Five-Colored Divine Light into his internal organs, and the Yin and Yang Qi circulated in his body, relying on the two great divine abilities to maintain a trace of vitality in his physical body.

His spirit was protected by the Dao Dust Bead; let alone one Great Bell of Death, even the Yu Yu Jiuyou Demonic Path supreme treasure—the World-Destroying Mixed One Clear and Turbid Great Grinding Disc—could not grind it away. He flipped his right hand, and the blade light of the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao reappeared. This time, Qian Chen did not display the 'Blood-Transforming' intent of the blood sea in the blade light, letting the blood-colored blade light come alive; nor did he rely on the sharpness of the 'blade' light.

At this time, this Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao had only devoured some demonic objects, and its essence was far from being able to compete head-on with the ghost treasure that the Ghost Cry Sect had refined for thousands of years.

So he only exerted the demonic nature within the blade to the extreme, letting the 'Heavenly Demon' on the blade descend completely.

At this moment, accompanied by the blade light, demonic thoughts were deeply planted in the hearts of everyone present. All the remaining Ghost Cry Sect disciples were controlled by the demon blade, refining their own ghost treasures, and sacrificing everything they had to the blade light. Except for that human skin, skulls, skeletons, filthy blood, and hearts, they sacrificed themselves and the fierce ghosts they raised together, fusing the demonic nature into their own bodies, casting a material full of demonic path eerie demonic nature.

Tian Tian Qi Zi was nearly crazy. He had not expected that the demon blade of the Yu Yu Jiuyou Sect would actually be so restraining to the Ghost Cry Sect's Dao techniques.

At this moment, the only thought in the heart of this Ghost Cry Sect true disciple leader was 'escape'! ===== CHAPTER 434 =====