Chapter 96: General General Xuehe Red Rust, Should Not Have Hatred

Qian Chen leaned on that giant rock, still waiting at the cave entrance. By this time, the sun had gradually set. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on him. On his white Daoist robe, there were dots of golden brilliance. The surrounding peaks rose and fell like dragons, and the mountain wind was cold, making strange whistling sounds through the valley. The shadows of the surrounding towering mountains were reflected in the valley, like swords, spears, and halberds, an arsenal of weapons.

I don't know what happened in the demon cave, but Yan Shu and the others hadn't come out yet.

Of course, if you look at the situation, it was Qian Chen who was in greater danger, and it was not yet Qian Chen's turn to worry about them.

Qian Chen stared at the towering Black Mountain in the distance. The surrounding atmosphere gradually stagnated, and a hidden current that was about to erupt was surging, as if the previous calm was all in preparation for this moment.

A fine, rustling sound came from behind, and Qian Chen also smelled a fishy and foul smell from the left and right in front of him.

"About thirty or forty demons!" Qian Chen slowly withdrew all his magic power into his Niwan energy center. He said he only had one percent of his power, which was not a joke. Before fighting Miaokong, Qian Chen exhausted his true energy and could only rely on outer pills to fight.

But at the last moment when the thief went and the building was empty, and he was frozen by the outer pill, he suddenly sensed the wealth in his body that the thief couldn't steal—that trace of the thinnest, but most essential magic power.

Heaven and earth are a great thief, stealing the vitality, essence, spirit, and soul of living beings...

That is the process of the natural dissipation of vitality, which is also the opportunity for the 'movement' of heaven and earth.

But when the motive is gone and the great thief steals everything, and the building is empty... only then can one perceive the weak opportunity of 'stillness,' which is the most fundamental innate vitality of a person.

The wonder of this trace of magic power exceeded Qian Chen's imagination, as if it would never dry up or retreat, and it was the root of all things.

Only then did Qian Chen suddenly realize the mystery of the Innate One Qi Supreme Daoist Talisman—Qian Chen thought about it and felt he could only use one sentence to describe it: "The valley spirit never dies, it is called the mysterious female. The gate of the mysterious female is called the root of heaven and earth. It is continuous and exists, and its use is not exhausted."

Qian Chen, in order to prevent the interference of the twelve white-bone relics and the Nine-Child Heavenly Ghost entangled on them, and to take advantage of this empty state where there was nothing to rely on in his body, condensed that trace of mysterious female qi into the Supreme Innate One Qi Talisman, turning it into fundamental magic power, and cultivated the most supreme and never-retreating magic power true talisman, so he sealed his Dantian Qi Pulse with the Ice Soul cold light.

That Vast Cold Ice Soul Primordial Pill was also sent into the sleeve-in-sleeve universe to suppress that demonic thought.

Qian Chen, although he kept weak to the extreme, just to retain that trace of continuous, lingering qi, also followed the principle of "The movement of the Dao is the opposite, and the use of the Dao is the weak. All things in the world are born from existence, and existence is born from nothing," making himself weak to the extreme, but also strong to the extreme.

When the magic power and true qi were empty, his spirit and the connection with the Dao Dust Pearl became clear to the micro-level.

Qian Chen followed the Daoist method of keeping weak to overcome the strong and overcoming the hard with the soft, making himself in a state of 'nothingness,' and in turn overcoming the 'existence' outside his body.

Letting the twelve Yuan Chen white-bone relics and the various demonic thoughts of the Nine-Child Heavenly Ghost disturb him, his spirit gradually emptied, and finally reached the state of not having a single thought arise even when external demons were born, completing the first step of subduing demons, distinguishing between internal and external. External demons could not hook the internal demons, so Qian Chen could tame and subdue them with the most supreme demon-subduing method of the Demon Path.

At this time, he was at his weakest, because his own magic power and true essence had been weakened to the extreme, but he was also at his strongest, because his spirit was ethereal, in a state of existence and non-existence. When driving the twelve Yuan Chen white-bone relics, it was 'existence,' and when external demons backlashed, it was empty.

Originally, this state was the easiest to overturn, but fortunately, Qian Chen had the Dao Dust Pearl to protect his spirit. Those external demons couldn't do anything to him, and all their ferocity and power became power used by Qian Chen.

This is the extremely clever demon-subduing method of the Demon Path, and also the non-action method of the Daoist sect.

Interpreting the unity of Dao and Demon, "Only by not competing, can no one in the world compete with it"—the principle.

This is also why Qian Chen said that he was invincible with three percent of his power. With ten percent of his power, he was instead unable to move. If he became strong, then the Daoist magic power he cultivated would inevitably conflict with the demonic magic objects in his sleeves. After two pulls, Qian Chen could retain three percent of his combat power, which was all thanks to the Dao Dust Pearl suppressing his heart and mind.

But when Qian Chen's own cultivation was in a state of keeping weak, the power of the Heavenly Ghost and God Demon that could not invade or infect his heart and mind could all be used by him.

Suddenly feeling that his cultivation in the Daoist sect, although he had some aptitude, was simply scum compared to his talent in the Demon Path... Qian Chen faced the rolling tide of demonic qi, which gradually surrounded him, trying to force him into the demon cave behind him. A group of demons, instead of fear, thought with interest: "If I enter the Demon Path, in this Nine Heavens, there might really be a Demon Ancestor position for me!"

At this time, the demon behind Qian Chen raised half of its body. The upper body was a red-haired, evil-looking woman, opening her mouth to reveal four fangs turned outward. Her skin was purple-red, full of strange patterns, while the lower body was a spider the size of a truck, with eight spider legs whose tips were as sharp as blades. The demon suddenly flicked its four legs and pounced toward Qian Chen.

Qian Chen said solemnly: "Sleepless on a moonlit night, willing to cultivate a good relationship!"

He had wanted to say this sentence for a long time! The spider beauty spat out a long tongue and said: "Okay! This concubine is willing to participate in ultimate bliss with you!" She let out a series of charming giggles, but her hands didn't stop at all, and a long leg stabbed directly at Qian Chen's chest.

Qian Chen reached out and flipped his hand, pulling out a blood-colored blade qi like a bolt of silk with his palm as a blade. He didn't think and slashed horizontally—

General General Xuehe Red Rust, should not have hatred!

This is one of the most profound demon-path true transmissions of the Nine Heavens Blood Sea—Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao!

When the blade light rose, it was like a blood river across the sky. The blood-colored true qi on it was like the red rust on the blade, and it was also the enemy's blood rust. Dying under this blade, even if it were an immortal, god, Buddha, or demon, should not have hatred... because they would inevitably be convinced!

The spider demon who bore the brunt was liver and gallbladder split, retreating quickly. Its abdomen sprayed a mouthful of sticky spider silk, and it said in its mouth: "Since the young master is willing to cultivate a good relationship, why turn your face and be ruthless?" It revealed its cultivation, and it was actually a heteromorphic demon close to forming a Golden Core, and its strength was not trivial.

Qian Chen said coldly: "You should say: 'I am afraid of public opinion, I fear human words; if I stumble a little, my integrity will be lost.'"

"If you don't say it, it won't have that flavor!"

The spider demon looked at Qian Chen with a look of boredom, and the grievance in its heart was hard to tell—what kind of weird hobby is this?

Qian Chen knew that these people didn't understand the beauty of role-playing... so he didn't show mercy under the blade light.

At this time, the demons of strange shapes who rushed to Qian Chen's side bore the brunt and were instantly drained of all their essence and blood by this evil blade light. Their demon souls and demon spirits were cut, and their tough demon bodies were torn by the blade qi, like being torn apart by five horses, dying miserably.

The blood light flashed and disappeared. After Qian Chen swung the blade, his hand had already retracted into his sleeve.

The spider demon retreated extremely quickly. When it came, it had a strand of spider silk wrapped around its feet, and when it retreated, it borrowed the pull of the spider silk. In an instant, it returned to the high cliff dozens of feet away. At this time, a charming face looked at Qian Chen in a daze.

The tiger demon who led the surprise attack on Qian Chen saw the few small demons who approached instantly be cut by that evil blade light. It was both terrified and angry, and roared at the spider demon: "Meiniang... are you lost in your soul after being teased by this kid for two sentences?"

As soon as the words fell...

A 'chi chi' sound came from the spider demon. It turned out that when the blood sprayed out from a line, it would really make a sound. That infinite blood light rushed out from the center of its eyebrows, splitting the spider demon into a line, taking away all its demon qi, blood qi, and cultivation, turning into a strange stream of blood...

This blood stream turned into a long blade and returned to Qian Chen's palm.

With the turn of the blade light in his right palm, Qian Chen turned around and slashed again in front of him—"I'll let you run for another lifetime, see if you can escape this blade of mine!"

Those countless demons felt a hot current surging in their bodies, unable to suppress it. Immediately, all their blood, carrying demon soul magic power, turned into blade qi and broke out of their bodies, sinking into the blade light pulled out by Qian Chen's palms merging. Countless blood shadows made this blade light gradually condense into a physical body, having the momentum of turning into a magic tool.

Qian Chen secretly calculated that if he wanted to turn this blade qi into a real Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao, such demons, he estimated he would have to slaughter about 100,000... As soon as this number appeared, Qian Chen couldn't help but shiver. These were not ordinary demons; each was a demon elite close to semi-human form, equivalent to the guard wolves among the wolf demons.

One was enough for a Penetrating Law cultivator to slay demons and eliminate demons!

100,000... He estimated that killing all the monsters in this realm wouldn't be enough!

"What kind of evil magic tool is this!" Qian Chen couldn't help but complain.

Seeing that the elite demons brought by the tiger demon were killed clean by the evil means used by Qian Chen in an instant, making it numb, a strange thought arose in its heart—"Am I the demon, or is he the demon?"

Before it could think too much, the tiger demon set up a black wind and fled behind it. The last line of sight of its demon soul, from the corner of its eyes, saw Qian Chen put away the blade light. Before it could relax, Qian Chen's left hand, which was tucked in his sleeve, reached out again and flicked it lightly.

A soundless and colorless thunder light erupted from its body, instantly blowing the steel-boned tiger demon into a ball of blood mist.

At this moment, it finally knew the answer—"Sure enough, he is the demon..."

Sitting half-way on the giant rock, Qian Chen, who had never stood up from beginning to end, retracted his fingers and said faintly: "The Soundless Divine Thunder should be used like this... what were the things used before?" ===== CHAPTER 97 =====

"What kind of wicked magic treasure is this!" Qian Chen could not help but complain.

Seeing that under that single blade, the elite demons brought by the tiger demon were instantly slaughtered clean by the wicked means Qian Chen employed, it felt numb, and a strange thought arose in its heart—"Am I the demon, or is he the demon?"

With no time to think, the tiger demon mounted a black wind and fled toward the rear. In the final vision of its soul, from the corner of its eye, it saw Qian Chen put away the blade light. Before it could even heave a sigh of relief, Qian Chen's left hand, tucked into his sleeve, reached out again and flicked lightly toward the fleeing demon.

A silent, colorless thunder light erupted from within its body, instantly blasting the steel-boned tiger demon into a mass of blood mist.

At this moment, it finally knew the answer—"Sure enough, he is the demon..."

Sitting halfway on a giant rock, Qian Chen, who had not risen from beginning to end, withdrew his finger and said indifferently: "The Soundless Divine Thunder should be used like this... what on earth was being used before?"