Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 518 - 257: Human Race and Zodiac Inference Demon Aspect! Prince Qin and Zhang Fan (Happy Lunar New Year’s Eve)

The wind suddenly arrived, blood fluttered lightly, life and death were already determined, climbing the mountain year after year to reach the peak, casting away the soul, wandering in the sea of the dead. The Human Race and Zodiac Inference Demon Aspect, indeed the number one in the Red Dust.

Within Tusk Mountain, that figure in a cyan robe broke through the wall, killing people easily, like stone shattering the sky, in just this moment of profound emptiness, he put Qin Ming in a perilous situation, separated his head from his body.

"Human Xiao!" Zhang Fan’s expression was grave, standing a mere ten steps away, making eye contact with that silhouette.

Around him, black Qi loomed ominously, covering the sky, in a trance, countless lights and shadows fluctuated, concealing his original appearance.

These lights and shadows seemed to come from the Mortal World, shrouded heavily in demonic shadows.

In the ancient Daoist Sect, indulging in worldly desires to the utmost, is to become demonic.

The bottlenecks on the path of cultivation, are to become demonic.

The aberrations of all living things in the Red Dust, are to become demonic.

Sunlight shone through the crevices of the cliff, vaguely visible, walls in the seclusion area engraved with various masks, as if outlined by Talismans, bizarre and eerie...

These, are the All Things in the Universe.

These, are the Demonic Aspect of all beings.

"Human Race and Zodiac, yet bears Demonic Aspect..."

He is both the purest person of the Red Dust and the greatest demon in the Mortal World.

The inevitable path of all Human Xiao throughout generations.

Rumble...

A Great Evil Fang let out a mournful cry, the fierce Qi of the entire Tusk Mountain roared, yet within that ominous black Qi of countless demonic aspects, it couldn’t get close at all, all turned to dust.

"What kind of Daoist Skill is this? He can suppress the fierce Qi of Tusk Mountain with a human body?"

In the distance, Song Yunqi watched that eerie and terrifying figure, his face twitching, eyes filled with shock and fear.

More ferocious than the mountain Qi of Tusk Mountain, is such a person still human!?

"Ah ah ah..."

Suddenly, amidst the scattered blood light, a Primordial Spirit soared into the sky, uttering a painful wail.

Qin Ming’s Primordial Spirit abandoned its decapitated body, attempting to flee, to escape with a sliver of life.

Whoosh...

That eerie silhouette didn’t even look, black demonic Qi surged around him, like tentacles, firmly entangling Qin Ming’s Primordial Spirit, imprisoning it like a rock.

"No... Don’t kill me... Ah ah ah..."

Qin Ming’s Primordial Spirit emitted a painful howl, feeling the greatest fear experienced in his life, not the fear of life and death, but the fear of everything becoming void after life and death.

How much effort did he expend, how many fortunes did he obtain, to achieve what he has today.

Mahayana Realm, how many people seek it fruitlessly, in his lifetime, he even had the potential to revive the glory of his ancestors, to glimpse the mysteries of the Celestial Master Realm.

The Qin Family, should surely flourish in his hands, how could he die here!?

Whoosh...

The ominous black Qi tore his Primordial Spirit apart, ultimately unable to let out even a miserable scream.

Qin Ming’s Primordial Spirit Fragment transformed into strands of scattered Qi, absorbed effortlessly by that eerie silhouette, instantly refined.

"Refining and Nourishing the Primordial Spirit, Wuwei Sect Members!" Fang Changle’s expression was grave, filled with deep dread.

The cultivation and power of the person before him, exceeded his imagination, breaking through the wall, killing Qin Ming with a flip of the hand, devouring the Primordial Spirit, his brutality was appalling.

Whoosh...

Mountain winds blew, stone shards flew.

The eerie silhouette slowly turned around, ten steps away, meeting Zhang Fan’s eyes.

This distance, seemed like an understanding between the two.

Zhang Fan stared at the other, at the only eyes exposed beneath the ominous demonic Qi.

This feeling was exactly the same as when the other killed Meng Qinghuan, killed Hua Yanqiu that day.

Without a doubt, the person before him was the Human Xiao who had once appeared in Yujing City.

Counting this, it was already Zhang Fan’s third encounter with him.

Yet this time, he had another feeling, a sense of familiarity...

Like in the light of the lamp, an old acquaintance from afar, returning to face the shadows.

Whoosh...

At that moment, Song Yunqi leaped up, running away.

He knew, whether it was Human Xiao or Zhang Fan, either could easily kill him without a second thought.

At this moment, running away might offer a slim chance of survival, there was no other choice.

Zhang Fan turned around, Human Xiao’s gaze was icy.

The ominous demonic Qi soared into the sky, like a dragon coiling, striking towards the mortal world.

The Black and White Qi transformed into Pill Mother, dispersed from Zhang Fan’s palm, formless and invisible, spreading forward.

Boom...

The next moment, Song Yunqi’s body deformed rapidly in an exaggerated manner, flesh and blood collapsed, bones disintegrated, ultimately a Primordial Spirit soared into the sky, carried deep fear and anger, yet due to a collision of two completely different forces, turned to ashes, returning to the earth.

This son of heaven from the Divine Power Association didn’t even know whose hands ended his life, or under which Technique he perished.

"Dead!" Fang Changle exhaled a breath.

Looking at the chaos, at the flowing blood, who could have imagined that three powerful figures of the Mahayana Realm would die here in Tusk Mountain, silently.

However, at this moment, his tense nerves did not relax, instead warily watching Human Xiao.

The mountain breeze whistled, that silhouette once again turned, looking at Zhang Fan.

"You..." Zhang Fan seemed thoughtful, slowly speaking.

Whoosh...

Before the words were finished, that silhouette resolutely turned, leaping off the cliff.

"Wait!"

Zhang Fan’s expression changed slightly, rushing forward, below the cliff, green shadows swayed, but there was not a trace of a figure, nor was there demonic Qi.

"He’s gone!"

Fang Changle rushed up, looking below the cliff, unable to help but say.

"Yes, he’s gone." Zhang Fan’s expression was complex, murmuring softly.

"Are you alright?"

Fang Changle looked at Zhang Fan’s pale face, concerned.