Longevity: Start Farming with Entries Chapter 243 - 229: Cyan Luo Demon Fire

Lin Zixiao’s true appearance erged.

In an instant, overwhelming dark demonic qi surged around him, as if it could swallow people whole at any mont.

At the sa ti, an enormous spiritual pressure from Foundation Establishnt Perfection descended, far surpassing that of Old Ghost Mu Hee and the others.

Even among Foundation Establishnt Perfection cultivators, there are differences!

Qin Ming felt a chill in his heart, fearing that this demonic hero of Wei Country was just a step away from breaking through to the Golden Core Stage.

This person’s scheming, luck, thods, and boldness were among the top Qin Ming had ever encountered.

In mid-air.

An aura of evil qi, like a sea of corpses and blood, emanated from Lin Zixiao, causing the surrounding air to drop abruptly to freezing point.

Old Ghost Mu Hee looked at the shocking scene before him, and exclaid with a grave expression, "Demonic cultivator!"

The other two Foundation Establishnt Perfection cultivators were also as if facing a great enemy, secretly channeling mana and gripping their treasured spiritual artifacts tightly.

"Hmph! I didn’t expect you to be a demonic cultivator. Could it be that you were hiding your cultivation just now to lure us into a trap?" Old Ghost Mu Hee snorted coldly, feeling lingering fear and regret.

If Qin Ming hadn’t exposed the other’s identity on the spot, they might really have fallen into the demonic cultivator’s trap before them!

Lin Zixiao smirked with disdain and said, "To handle you three good-for-nothings, do I even need a trap?"

"Aren’t you overestimating yourselves a bit?"

"If it weren’t for Fellow Daoist Qin being here, you three wouldn’t even be worth my effort."

Hearing this, Old Ghost Mu Hee was furious. Since achieving Foundation Establishnt Perfection, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.

"Hmph! Such arrogance!"

"Aren’t you also just at Foundation Establishnt Perfection?"

"Words are useless, I would like to challenge your skills."

"I hope your mouth can remain as tough later!"

Old Ghost Mu Hee, relying on his nurical advantage, wasn’t excessively afraid even when encountering a demonic cultivator like Lin Zixiao, seeing he was alone.

He was a well-known Foundation Establishnt Perfection Loose Cultivator in Liang Country and had taken down quite a few Late-stage and Perfection cultivators, hence he had so confidence in his own strength.

At worst, if he couldn’t win, he could always run!

They were all at Foundation Establishnt Perfection after all.

Could you possibly instant kill ?

Old Ghost Mu Hee weighed his options and then took the initiative, harnessing all his mana to control a Golden Flood Dragon Scissors spiritual artifact, cutting towards Lin Zixiao.

This Tier Two High-Grade Spiritual Artifact, Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, was obtained by Mu Hee in a secret realm; its might was great, having achieved many rits in past combats.

’To not even take seriously, truly abhorrent!’

In an instant, the large Golden Flood Dragon Scissors crossed dozens of zhang distance, reaching above Lin Zixiao, bursting forth with two golden rays, intending to cut down on him.

But Lin Zixiao remained unmoved, only displaying a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

Boom!

Then he rely lifted his hand and grasped the air!

Boom!

A mass of cyan-black demonic fla suddenly appeared in his hand, transforming into a ghostly creature with double wings flying towards the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.

Instantly, countless black flas blazed fiercely, engulfing Mu Hee’s Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.

The demonic flas erupted in the air, crackling loudly.

The Tier Two High-Grade Spiritual Artifact, Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, uttered a mournful wail under the burning of the demonic flas!

Upon witnessing this, Old Ghost Mu Hee was frantic, intending to retrieve the spiritual artifact, only to be horrified to find he had lost its connection.

As he was about to take action, he saw the demonic fire in front of him flash violently, turning into cyan-black flas that surrounded Mu Hee, sealing off his escape route.

Mu Hee quickly produced a purple Fire-Extinguishing Pearl magical artifact, channeling mana to fend it off with all his might.

But in the next mont, countless demonic flas penetrated the defense of the spiritual artifact, rcilessly devouring him whole.

"Ah!"

Old Ghost Mu Hee’s body was engulfed in cyan-black demonic flas, no matter what thods he used, he couldn’t extinguish the black flas.

Then Lin Zixiao waved his hand, and a black blade slashed down, sending a perfect head flying.

From when Old Ghost Mu Hee attacked Lin Zixiao to being instant-killed, it took only a few breaths.

The other two Foundation Establishnt Perfection cultivators had no ti to react.

When they wanted to rescue Old Ghost Mu Hee, his head and body had already separated...

What kind of Foundation Establishnt Perfection thods were these?!

The two were terrified beyond asure.

They glanced at each other and decisively retreated, attempting to flee using their magical artifacts.

But Lin Zixiao rely flicked his finger, causing a black Array Light Curtain to rise out of nowhere, enveloping everyone present like a cage.

"High-Tier Trapping Array!"

The two Foundation Establishnt Perfection cultivators imdiately halted, then cast two powerful spells in succession, striking the array.

Boom! Boom!

But after the two explosions, their full-strength attacks vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the Cloud Sea, making no waves.

"This..."

Only then did the two realize that this was no ordinary array, and the Lin Zixiao before them was no ordinary demonic cultivator.

But it was already too late.

Lin Zixiao manipulated the cyan-black demonic flas, turning them into nurous fierce ghosts, which flew towards the two.

They each used all their strength, desperately trying to fend off the bizarre demonic flas.

"Cyan Luo Demon Fire!"

Qin Ming watched as Lin Zixiao, with just a demonic fla, easily slaughtered the three Foundation Establishnt Perfection cultivators like they were re chickens and dogs.

He naturally recognized the origin of the mighty demonic flas used by Lin Zixiao.

It was one of the Tier Two demonic flas ntioned in the "Primordial Evil Seed Demon Scripture".

The Cyan Luo Demon Fire was originally refined by a notorious demonic giant hundreds of years ago. After his fall, it ford a forbidden demon cave, with nothing growing within a hundred miles.

For hundreds of years, this demonic fla continuously absorbed the evil qi within the demon cave, gained spiritual wisdom, and devoured nearby living beings, growing ever stronger.

The demonic fire not only corrupted a cultivator’s spiritual artifact, but also could burn their soul directly, inducing Heart Demon Illusions, resulting in an extrely cruel and painful death.

Moreover, the more souls it absorbed, the stronger the Cyan Luo Demon Fire beca.

’Judging by the power of this demonic fire, Lin Zixiao must have refined quite a few Foundation Establishnt cultivators’ souls.’

’It’s likely already at the level of a Tier Two High-Grade Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire.’

’I never expected Lin Zixiao to even wield such terrifying demonic flas.’

Before even half a cup of tea had passed.

"Ahhhh!"

The two Foundation Establishnt Perfection cultivators soon couldn’t hold on, entangled by the Cyan Luo Demon Fire, displaying signs of madness.

Their deepest Heart Demons were instantly provoked, causing them to attack each other.

Swish! Swish!

Lin Zixiao didn’t hesitate, directly unleashing two black blades, sending two heads flying, sending the pair into the next life.

He collected the storage pouches of the three, then slowly turned back to Qin Ming with a smile:

"With these three who didn’t know their place gone, it’s a bit quieter now."

Lin Zixiao summoned the Cyan Luo Demon Fire with one hand, the terrifying demonic flas returning to his hand, quietly watching Qin Ming.

Qin Ming, seeing this, remained unpanicked, opened his mouth and spat out a fla of icy blue, which hovered in his hand.

He said to Lin Zixiao, expressionless:

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Lin hasn’t seen in a long ti, and upon eting, wants to exchange a few moves with Qin?"