The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 224 - 170: 12 Demon Corpses

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, each member of the Demon Race Great Powers wore an expression of utmost solemnity. Continuing like this, not a single one of the 200,000 elite members of the Demon Race would be able to return.

"Fellow Daoists, is there a way to quickly reach the East Sea and ensure the safety of all our Demon Race’s children?" Di Jun’s eyes sparkled like lightning, yet the concealed worry could not be hidden no matter how hard he tried.

"There’s no need to worry, Your Majesty. I happen to be heading to the East Sea! I will ensure that these 200,000 children are safely returned to the Heavenly Court," Li Qingming said with a hearty laugh, noticing the troubled expressions on the faces of the Demon Race Great Powers.

"If that’s the case, I’ll have to trouble you, Fellow Daoist!" Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged glances, then stood up and formally bowed to Li Qingming.

Li Qingming nodded faintly and broke through the space to leave.

Just at this moment, Feilian, who was on the battlefield, due to weakening strength, carelessly revealed a flaw.

The Black Robed Man’s eyes shone brightly, and in his hands, the Three Feet Green Blade radiated thousands of beams of light, releasing a swath of Seven-Colored Illusion Sand. It was like a flowing river of stars, utterly dreamlike and resplendent in an array of colors.

Feilian’s eyes suddenly became dull, and his movements started to slow. The weight of the Seven-Colored Illusion Sands was unknown, each grain piercing through the void with its temptingly beautiful resilience, relentlessly flowing towards Feilian’s entire body.

"Boom!"

The Seven-Colored River surged violently all at once, roaring and pounding, suddenly exerting the immense oppressive force of a Quasi-Saint Peak, like a mountain collapsing, terrifying to the soul.

Not far away, Ying Zhao clenched his teeth in hatred, raised the Wind and Fire Bottle, and threw it towards Feilian. The rolling Nine Heavens Gang Wind mingled with the Sun Essence Fire, swiftly forming a solid wall of teal and red Qi Force, firmly protecting Feilian behind it.

"Boom!"

The two forces collided, causing a fierce impact! However, the teal and red Qi Force wall ultimately blocked the Seven-Colored River, preventing it from advancing even slightly.

"Hmph! Naive!" The Black Robed Man sneered coldly, the black longsword in his hand flashed again, emitting a burst of Seven-Colored River that was no less intense than before. The rich exertion caused the void to show faint cracks.

Seeing the second Seven-Colored River charging towards the teal and red Qi Force wall, Ying Zhao momentarily fell into despair.

"Break!" Suddenly, this voice, like a lifeline, pulled Ying Zhao back from despair.

Li Qingming, riding on Xiong Da, emerged from a fracture in space, drew out the Qiankun Ruler, and fiercely swung it forward.

"Bang!"

The pure white Qiankun Ruler emitted waves of green ripples, piercing through the void and directly striking the starry river, provoking a tremendous surge. Nearby, the Black Robed Man laughed eerily, his figure swayed, and a trace of black blood seeped from his forehead, his eyes showing a look of disbelief.

Although the Seven-Colored Illusion Sand was heavy as a mountain and incredibly resilient, it could not block a casual strike from a Saint.

The Black Robed Man suddenly twisted his head to look, carefully watching Li Qingming, and hoarsely asked, "Who are you?"

Li Qingming chuckled lightly: "Someone who’s here to take your life!"

Li Qingming summoned back the Qiankun Ruler into his hand, his body enveloped by the ethereal Yuqing Qi, pressing forward.

The Black Robed Man’s lips curled into a cold smirk, saying, "No matter who you are, anyone who hinders my master deserves to die!"

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The Seven-Colored Star River slowly began to flow, making whooshing sounds, piercing through the void, shimmering faintly, stirring up ripples on the azure blue waters, endlessly flowing.

"Ha ha, mere child’s play!" Li Qingming scoffed disdainfully, casually spinning the Qiankun Ruler in his hand, in a moment unleashing millions of strikes, shredding the void into pieces. The ceaselessly rushing Seven-Colored Long River was suddenly cut off in the middle, and the sound of flowing water abruptly stopped. The Seven-Colored Illusion Sand still emitted dazzling brilliance, quietly lingering in the void, as if it had become ownerless.

Further dark blood trickled from the frown line of the Black Robed Man, and from his turbulent mana fluctuations, it wasn’t hard to imagine he was trying his best to reclaim the Seven-Colored Illusion Sand. This Exotic Treasure, bestowed by his master and along with the Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand, had been meticulously cultivated since he obtained it, yet it was still taken away.

However, how could Li Qingming let this duck, ready to be eaten, fly away? The jade-green Yuqing True Essence finally erupted fully, vigorously overwhelming all the Seven-Colored Illusion Sand. Immediately, the Qiankun Ruler flashed with white brilliance, engulfing all the Seven-Colored Illusion Sand.

Greatly wounded in spirit by the sudden loss of the Spiritual Treasure, the Black Robed Man violently spewed a mouthful of ink-black blood and bitterly glared at Li Qingming, exclaiming, "Excellent skills, Your Excellency! Ghost Candle Guard, heed my command, capture and kill this intruder! Kill!"

"Shush shush shush..."

The intense sound of breaking the sky was incessant. Standing at the edge of the battlefield, the other twelve black-robed men, upon hearing this, rushed towards Li Qingming like lightning. In the blink of an eye, they scattered and surrounded Li Qingming at the center.

A cold spiritual energy storm suddenly arose, blowing up the black robes of these twelve men and revealing their faces underneath.

These thirteen black-robed men each had disheveled hair, withered faces, and were covered in bloodstains from head to toe. A rich aura of death surged with the wind. Despite the scorching sun, the atmosphere still felt extremely cold and sinister, making all the Demon Race present feel exceptionally uncomfortable.

The leading black-robed man cackled and said, "These twelve living corpses were carefully selected and forged by the master during the Dragon Han Calamity! Even if you are a sub-saint today, your soul shall return to the earth! Hehehe..."

Li Qingming glanced at the twelve demon corpses and coldly smiled, "Are you sure?"

"During the Dragon Han Calamity, these twelve demon corpses slaughtered tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of Phoenix Clan and Beast Clan warriors for the master. Hmph! You think you alone can kill these twelve demon corpses? Take action, heh heh heh..." At this moment, the leading black-robed man completely dropped his defenses, his eyes cold as he laughed heartily.

The twelve demon corpses released an endless aura of death, which surged violently towards Li Qingming. Any ordinary person would be weakened instantly by the evil aura invading their body, but this torrential death aura stopped in its tracks before the Yuqing True Essence, unable to affect it in the slightest.

The previously arrogant black-robed man finally realized a terrifying fact. The surging death aura, upon encountering Li Qingming, was like a mouse meeting a cat. Not only did it not harm Li Qingming, but it also gradually dissipated. This alarmed him greatly.

A joke! In the past, Li Qingming fought his way through the Innate Three Clans in the Yun Meng Battlefield and never feared such death auras. Later, during the Dragon Han Calamity, he remained unscathed amidst the Demon Race enveloped in demonic qi. How could mere death aura bother Li Qingming?

"Ha ha ha, what twelve demon corpses, they just have a grand reputation but are nothing but petty thieves! Now that they have met me, they might as well just turn to ash!" Li Qingming burst into laughter and suddenly leapt up. The Qiankun Ruler in his hand seemed to turn into a sharp Spirit Sword. Tens of thousands of milky white Sword Qi soared into the sky, directly turning the twelve yet-to-escape demon corpses into a mist of blood.

The rich scent of blood floated through the void, making those who smelled it feel nauseous.

"How could this be!" The black-robed man’s eyes almost popped out as he cursed softly, frenziedly manipulating his Seal Techniques. "Sha sha sha!"

The twelve demon corpses, originally turned into a blood mist, suddenly emitted strange noises and rapidly congregated in the middle. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the previously vanished twelve demon corpses eerily reformed their bodies and stood in front of the black-robed man again.

"Yi?" Li Qingming gave a light chortle and said, "Interesting!"

"No matter if you are a Saint, today you must leave your life here!" The black-robed man stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips, speaking fiercely.

The twelve demon corpses slowly gathered again, each emanating a terrifying killing intent.

"I wonder if you are afraid of fire?" Li Qingming murmured softly, noticing that the black-robed man trembled violently upon hearing this, and he suddenly had a plan.

Li Qingming transformed into a streak of azure lightning, swiftly attacking across the battlefield with the Qiankun Ruler in constant motion.

The first strike, Li Qingming whipped the Qiankun Ruler onto the skull of a demon corpse, white brain matter mixed with pale grey blood burst forth, and the demon corpse immediately flipped onto the ground. At the same time, a faint grey flame followed through the cracked wound and rapidly infiltrated the demon corpse’s body.

The second strike, the milky white Qiankun Ruler fiercely struck the right arm of a demon corpse. The force was so great that it completely shattered the right arm, sending greyish-red blood flying like a bursting spring. Similarly, a very light grey flame followed through the arm.

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In the subsequent strikes, every time Li Qingming swung the Qiankun Ruler, a demon corpse would burst open with a huge wound. Following that, the grey flames would flow into the wound.

The black-robed man watched in confusion, "This guy clearly knows that the demon corpses can be repaired through Seal Techniques, why does he still injure them instead of completely destroying them? Could it be he has given up?"

Just when Li Qingming struck the twelfth demon corpse in the abdomen, sending it flying backward, Li Qingming gave the black-robed man a strange glance, frightening him intensely.

"Explode!" Li Qingming immediately uttered a light command, and the twelve demon corpses almost simultaneously burst into extremely hot flames. The grey flames, raging fiercely, swept across the sky. The twelve flames danced, their temperature searing, scorching the waters of the East Sea so intensely that the sea water boiled in moments.

"Ow!"

Twelve painful howls echoed across the East Sea, gradually fading into inaudibility.

It was still that mysterious water area, from within a pitch-black cave came an angry roar.

"Who is it? Who dares to slaughter my demon corpses? When my divine powers are fully achieved, I will turn you to ashes!" (To be continued. If you like this work, we invite you to recommend and vote monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)