The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 615 - 351 (Part 2)2

People with good eyesight saw this part of the net suddenly turn green, as if splashed with paint, followed by a light "pop" sound, and it broke.

Although this net could restrain the Plague Demon’s power, the Plague Demon pierced it by focusing on a small point, eventually finding a way to escape. Just like how water can extinguish fire, but if the fire is too strong, a bucket or two of water will only be turned into steam. Though it had just escaped from the seal, a dying cal is still bigger than a horse; the Plague Demon’s cultivation was quite profound, allowing it to break through the net with ease.

The middle-aged man was smirking with satisfaction when the small green point broke through the net and shot into his slightly open mouth, making a gurgling sound.

Seeing him consu the Plague Demon turned into a green dot, like eating sugar beans, everyone instantly felt a chilling horror. The Gathering Demon, without saying a word, wielded its technique again and chopped down with another strike, aiming to decapitate him.

A flash of green light appeared in the middle-aged man’s eyes. He was wearing a pair of gloves—neither silk nor fabric, presumably another magic treasure. He imdiately raised his hand to block the blade, allowing the edge to slowly cut through his glove while chuckling, "Even though it’s just the flesh of a stinky man, it’s better than nothing. I’m going to peel your skin off and let you watch your bones being pulled out one by one!"

The Black Robe scholar cursed, "Evil creature, will you not submit!" From his sleeve, he flicked a glowing red ruler towards the Plague Demon. Although the ruler didn’t look long, once infused with Divine Skills, various extraordinary phenona arose, with sounds of countless tigers and wolves roaring—clearly, it was no ordinary object.

The Plague Demon had always avoided the restraining items held by the people; it was already imnsely frustrated inside. It is naturally fierce and brutal, often torturing beautiful won to relieve its desires. Now seeing the ruler coming, it didn’t dodge at all, relying on the gloves in its hand, it snatched the ruler directly, coldly laughing, "Having a physical body, do you think I still fear these Yang Lie objects? You’re truly a frog in a well!"

The Black Robe scholar’s ruler, made from red lead, vermillion, and finely ground powder of West Mountain deer antlers, naturally had restraining effects on evil creatures. However, at this mont, it was forcefully grabbed by the Plague Demon. All it did was make the host body’s palms bleed.

Ning Xiaoxian, who had been silently watching from the side, couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath. After possessing the body, the Plague Demon beca so difficult to deal with that even the originally effective Yang Lie elents no longer worked. No wonder Miluo had planned from the start to force it out of Huo Mingzhu’s body, otherwise, this battle would have been exceedingly tough.

The Plague Demon grabbed the Black Robe scholar’s ruler. The next mont, it punched with its right fist. The Black Robe scholar, caught off guard by the Plague Demon’s violent move, hurriedly lifted his left arm to block. His Protective Gang Qi had already been exhausted resisting the Poisonous Miasma earlier. Now, taking this punch, the two Protective Magic Rings on the fingers of his left arm broke with a "pop" sound, showing the astonishing power of the punch.

The middle-aged man originally followed the path of Body Cultivation. The Black Robe scholar, grappling with him at close quarters, imdiately suffered greatly. He grunted, his left arm dangling limply, the forearm bone actually broken. Worse yet, the skin quickly turned a bright green, then swelled and burst, the blood flowing out green as well. Ning Xiaoxian, with her keen eyesight, in that instant, could see many small green blisters densely forming on the Black Robe scholar’s arm, a sight that would make anyone with trypophobia feel their skin crawl.

The plague poison quickly spread up his arm.

At that mont, people rushed from behind the Black Robe scholar, diverting the Plague Demon’s attention. Seizing this brief respite, the Black Robe scholar imdiately struck his own left arm with the ruler, causing it to fall to the ground with a "snap."

The Black Robe scholar’s face turned white, and he groaned again, but his expression seed sowhat relieved. The close-range attack of the Plague Demon was fierce, the plague poison intense, enough to harm a Cultivator. Although everyone had taken anti-plague dicine before leaving, clearly, after being touched by this old spirit monster, the dicine was insufficient. Making a decisive decision, albeit at the cost of an arm, he saved his own life.

The three rushing up were also Body Cultivators, all wearing gloves. The four of them burst into action, clashing loudly and spiritedly. The Plague Demon laughed furiously, "You are seeking death! You think I’m a soft persimmon that’s easy to squeeze?" Then it stretched out its hand and scraped its host body hard, dipping its fingers in blood before re-engaging the three.

The opponents fearlessly clashed with it.

The Plague Demon initially sneered repeatedly, seeming eager to watch a good show, but a dozen breaths later, its brows suddenly furrowed, looking down at a scratch on its body, muttering, "Not good!"

The gloves on the three persons’ hands were also magic treasures and should have corroded quickly, letting the plague poison enter their bodies. This was a major reason why Cultivators in the Middle Ages feared Plague Demons. But why were these three becoming more spirited as they fought, looking more vigorous? Looking at their gloves, there wasn’t a sign of corrosion.

After occupying the middle-aged man’s body, the Plague Demon believed its poison should have perated everything, so why were these three unhard? It lowered its head to see the significant scratch on its body, only to be shocked to find red blood flowing out!

The body corrupted by the plague poison should be bleeding green blood. Sothing was off with this body!

Seeing the sneer in the eyes of the group, the Plague Demon suddenly realized it had fallen into another trap. This middle-aged man, no, everyone present, must have consud a potent Yang Lie dicine before setting out; no wonder their eyes were bloodshot!(To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian to vote for recomndation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)