Longevity: Start Farming with Entries Chapter 416 - 382: Celestial Demon Body Infusion [Two-in-One

Yet this Demonic Cultivator seed to ignore it all.

"Brother Qiu, I’ve heard there’s a Butcher Tower on this mountain, suppressing a Blood Demon close to Tier Three Perfection. My Lifebound Demon Soldier still lacks a demon soul. Could you let have it later?"

The Demonic Cultivator on the far left, whose cultivation was at the Late-stage Golden Core Realm, asked the person in the middle with a respectful tone.

Although they were both True Disciples of the Blood Refining Demon Sect, there was still a gap, hence his tone carried a bit of deference.

The Demonic Cultivator referred to as Brother Qiu was incredibly tall, with a robust and muscular build, covered in dark Demonic Patterns, with dark scales even covering his cheeks and neck.

In the sunlight, these reflected a chilling gleam.

Even more astonishing were his eyes beneath the mask—an extrely bizarre pair of blood-red vertical pupils!

"Since Junior Brother ng has a need, it’s yours," the Cultivator in the middle replied with an evil smile.

"Thank you, Brother Qiu, for your generosity!" the Demonic Cultivator nad ng hurriedly said.

"Heh, both of you, shall we begin?"

"I need so Cultivator’s flesh and Life Soul to cultivate my Demon Technique," the Demonic Cultivator on the far right licked his lips and smirked, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Jiangg Yuan and Senior Sister Lan Bing, the Holy Son and Saintess, we cannot contend with them. They’re off to Xuanqing Temple to seize treasures; we might as well take advantage of this," he chuckled sinisterly.

"After dealing with this, we’ll et them later."

Among the three Demonic Cultivators, the one called Brother Qiu faintly led.

Their Brother Qiu practiced a Demonic Body Refining Technique called ’Celestial Demon Body Infusion Technique’, once alone slaying a Demon Blood Flood Dragon at Tier Three Perfection, devouring and refining it with Demon Techniques.

This Demon Blood Flood Dragon was said to be extraordinarily powerful, akin to the Demonic False Infant Realm.

Just a step away from truly transforming into a Dragon.

Yet, even so, it perished at Brother Qiu’s hands.

Since then, his Demon Techniques advanced imnsely, sweeping invincibly through the Blood Refining Demon Sect with just his Demonic Body.

Even in the competition for Descent Realm slots, he ranked in the top five in terms of strength.

The competition within the Blood Refining Demon Sect was fiercely brutal; survival of the fittest. All three of them had crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Being in the top five among True Disciples alone showcased their terrifying strength and Divine Techniques.

At this mont.

Two powerful Golden Lights erged from the Brahma Sacred Mountain, blocking their path.

The golden Escape Light dispersed, revealing two monks with long eyebrows and white beards, clad in robes.

Both were at the Golden Core Perfection Realm.

"Amitabha Buddha! We’ve long heard of the heavy sins of the Blood Refining Demon Sect; this humble monk wishes to deliver you three from the sea of suffering..."

A benevolent Zen Master, wielding a Golden Zen Staff, his white robe fluttering despite the lack of wind.

"Hehehe! Old bald donkey, struggling even on the verge of death. Soon, you’ll taste the agony of soul-devouring!"

Brother Qiu’s blood-red vertical pupils emitted a cold light, instantly dropping the temperature of the entire space.

"Hmph!"

The Fangzhang Zen Master waved the Zen Staff, quickly forming a Hand Seal; golden light surged, and a Golden Body Dharma Form manifested behind him.

It was an Angry-eyed Arhat holding the Demon-Subduing Pestle, a golden phantom towering several tens of ters!

The golden Arhat’s Demon-Subduing Pestle radiated precious light, erupting with world-destroying force, smashing toward the three Demonic Cultivators!

Boom! Crack!

In an instant, under a single blow, the world changed color!

Yet the middle Demonic Cultivator, Brother Qiu, upon seeing such a powerful Divine Technique, rely curled his lips in mockery.

His figure blurred and vanished from where he stood.

Suddenly.

In the void, Demonic Qi soared to the sky, and a hundred-ter-long jet-black Demon Dragon erged, its entire body covered in black Scale Armor, with double horns on its head. Its dark eyes abruptly opened into a pair of blood-red vertical pupils!

Boom!

Bam!

The golden Demon-Subduing Pestle struck fiercely upon the black Demon Flood Dragon.

The entire void quaked, erupting in intense clashes, followed by explosive shockwaves spreading in all directions.

With destructive force, it swiftly annihilated the Low-Tier Cultivators battling below.

So disciples of the Yin Demon Sect, unable to evade in ti, were pulverized under this aftermath.

Yet, as the blinding golden light faded away in the air, the black Demon Flood Dragon’s scales shimred, showing not a bit of harm.

"Ah? This..."

"How is this possible?!"

Even the Zen Master Celestial Sound not far away displayed a face of disbelief.

But before he could react.

The next mont.

The black Demon Dragon spread its razor-sharp jet-black claws, piercing through the nearby Golden Vajra Dharma Form with a single strike, subsequently shredding the monk’s body into a blood mist.

Soonafter, the Demon Flood Dragon opened its massive jaws and swallowed Zen Master Celestial Sound, Golden Core and all...

"Dear heavens! Even the Fangzhang Elder has fallen!"

"Flee!"

In an instant, the Cultivators dissolved into chaos, desperately fleeing for their lives.

However.

Before they could escape the mountain, the other two Demonic Cultivators of the Blood Refining Demon Sect began taking out their Demon Soldiers, rcilessly reaping the lives of the Great Zhou Cultivators.

Such scenes continued to unfold throughout the Great Zhou Cultivation Realm.

...

Ti passed, several months later.

Within the Spirit Field at Five Elents Mountain.

Qin Ming, holding a Divine Hoe, was tending to ten acres of Celestial Net Grass within the Spirit Field.

But at this ti.

Old Jia from Mirror Snow Pavilion rushed over in a fluster from outside the Spirit Field, breathlessly reporting to Qin Ming: