Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 332 How Can Your Soul Be So Stable?

"I didn't want to use this trick..." Wuxiang Demon Lord's voice suddenly became unusually hoarse, his old face like dry bark twisted and deformed, his turbid eyeballs bulged out of his eye sockets strangely, "You forced me to do this!"

Shen Yun's heart was filled with alarm, and he immediately held the Jinghong Sword across his chest. The Wuxiang Demon Lord on the altar suddenly opened his arms, and his tattered Taoist robe fluttered without wind, revealing his shriveled body underneath - what was horrifying was that there was a black bone nail embedded in his chest!

"It's been a thousand years..." The skinny fingers of Wuxiang Demon Lord trembled as he touched the bone nail, his voice filled with morbid enthusiasm, "I have sealed the last bit of life in this body with the Nine Nether Mysterious Iron Nail. I have been preparing for nearly a thousand years just to wait for this day!"

Shen Yun's pupils shrank suddenly, and he finally understood why this old demon could survive until now - that bone nail was clearly the magic treasure "Soul Locking Nail", which used its own flesh and blood as a sacrifice to forcibly imprison the soul in the rotten body. This kind of evil magic requires enduring the pain of thousands of ants gnawing at your heart every moment!

"Mad man!" Shen Yun couldn't help but say in a low voice.

"Hahaha!" Wuxiang Demon Lord laughed crazily and suddenly grabbed the bone nail on his chest. "As long as I can regain my freedom, this little pain is nothing!" He then pulled out the bone nail!

&34;Puff—&34;

A stream of thick black blood gushed out from the wound, but it strangely floated in the air and turned into countless tiny blood beads. What was even more terrifying was that the body of the Wuxiang Demon Lord began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a skeleton with pieces of flesh hanging on it!

"Boy!" The blue ghost fire in the skeleton's empty eye sockets suddenly surged, and the harsh friction sound made by the opening and closing of the lower jaw was like rusty gears crushing gravel. "It's worth your death to witness my 'Nine Nether Disintegration Method'!"

Before he could finish his words, a jet of black air exploded with the skull as its center. The air twisted and deformed wherever it passed, emitting a teeth-grinding shriek.

Shen Yun's pupils suddenly contracted, and the suffocating pressure was like a substance pressing on his shoulders, as if a heavy burden was about to nail him into the ground. He could even clearly see countless wronged souls wailing in the black mist surrounding the skeleton, and each breath was several times more terrifying than the previous Jindan corpse puppet.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly shook violently, and the array patterns engraved with ancient runes twisted like a living thing. Sticky black blood seeped out from the cracks between the blue bricks. All the array patterns seemed to be attracted by an invisible magnet and gathered towards the skeleton frantically.

"Not good!" Shen Yun let out a low growl from his throat, and his fingertips touched his waist. The moment the Qingfeng sword was unsheathed, it brought with it a half-foot-long cold light.

But before he could perform the sword technique, a deafening roar suddenly came from the hollow chest of the skeleton, and countless dark blue cracks spread out from the depths of the skeleton, and the entire skeleton exploded! Thousands of bone spurs wrapped in black poisonous mist shot in all directions like a rainstorm of pear blossoms. Wherever they went, the ground was instantly pierced into a honeycomb shape, and the air was filled with a pungent stench of decay.

The formation that was originally as solid as a mountain and suppressed the Wuxiang Demon Lord was shattered like fragile colored glass under this terrifying attack. The lapis lazuli at the center of the formation exploded, and a translucent shadow slowly emerged from the flying debris. The residual soul of the Wuxiang Demon Lord looked more and more illusory. The black mist lingering around him had become as thin as a veil, and the shadow of the Naihe Bridge could be vaguely seen behind him - that was a sign that the soul was about to dissipate.

"Hahahaha, a thousand years of preparation would not be in vain. I have finally gotten rid of the suppression!"

The remnant soul of the Wuxiang Demon Lord let out a deafening laugh, which contained a thousand years of accumulated resentment and madness. Blue spots of light kept peeling off the surface of his soul, like burnt out ashes, drawing strange trajectories in the air. However, this sign of impending dissipation did not reduce the greedy light in his eyes at all - the turbid eyeballs had now turned into pure blood color, like two miniature blood moons.

"Although after performing the Nine Nether Disintegration Technique, the residual soul will dissipate in just a few dozen breaths." The demon's voice was sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes hoarse like sandpaper, and sometimes sharp enough to pierce the eardrum, "but a few dozen breaths are enough for me to possess your body! Hehehe..."

Before the last syllable fell, his residual soul suddenly twisted and deformed, turning into a dark stream of light mixed with blood. Wherever the stream of light passed, the air made a "sizzling" corrosion sound, and it was burned into a charred vacuum track! What's more terrifying is that the space around the stream of light has produced a slight distortion, as if it can't withstand the erosion of this evil force.

Shen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instinctively swung the Jinghong Sword to block. The Qinglian rune on the sword instantly lit up, casting a dazzling light curtain in front of him. However——

"Too slow!" The demon's sarcastic voice exploded in his ears.

The stream of light split into two the moment it touched the sword curtain, circling the sword like two poisonous snakes, and then merged into one. Shen Yun felt a chill between his eyebrows, and a piercing chill instantly penetrated his forehead!

&34;Bang!&34;

The Jinghong sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Shen Yun's body suddenly stiffened.

The stone chamber fell into a deathly silence, with only a strange "crackling" sound coming from Shen Yun's body - that was the sound of two souls fighting for control of the body. The Jinghong Sword lying on the ground trembled slightly, and the Qinglian rune on the sword flickered, as if it was worried about its master.

&34;Hahahaha, I will eventually live a second life! &34;

The wild laughter of the Wuxiang Demon Lord echoed in Shen Yun's sea of ​​consciousness. His residual soul turned into a twisted black mist, which could not wait to expand the moment it entered the sea of ​​consciousness. Countless painful and twisted human faces emerged in the black mist, all of which were the residual souls of the monks he had devoured over the past thousand years.

"Let me see this body..." The demon king's mind roughly scanned the sea of ​​consciousness, but suddenly he was stunned, "Huh? Why is this sea of ​​consciousness so..."

Before he finished speaking, the originally chaotic sea of ​​consciousness suddenly changed!

A vast starry sky unfolded beneath his feet, with countless stars moving in mysterious orbits. In the distance, a blue lotus that reached the sky and the earth slowly bloomed, with ancient scriptures engraved on each petal. Shen Yun's soul was sitting in the center of the lotus, and his body was covered with a layer of crystal clear divine mind barrier - it was the "glazed divine mind shield" that only appeared when the "Divine Mind Sutra" was cultivated to a high level!

"This... is this the sea of ​​consciousness of a foundation-building cultivator?" Wuxiang Demon Lord's voice trembled for the first time. He had lived for thousands of years and had never seen such a stable sea of ​​consciousness. Even for an ordinary Jindan cultivator, the sea of ​​consciousness would never be able to evolve such a complete vision of heaven and earth!

Shen Yun's soul slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be stars flowing in his eyes: "Old devil, prepare to die?" His voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness, with an inviolable majesty, "My spiritual cultivation is something that even a Jindan cultivator may not be able to match."

The residual soul of the Formless Demon Lord began to fluctuate violently, and the human face in the black fog screamed in terror.

"No... Impossible!" The Demon Lord roared hysterically, and the black fog surged wildly. "How could a mere foundation building...?"