Capítulo 918: Chapter 929: See You in the Next Life
Bing Qipu’s cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Demon Emperor. At this mont, he caught Beiming Xue, who had no power to resist, and threw her directly into the army.
The army behind Bing Qipu was dense and endless. As soon as Beiming Xue fell into the army, she was imdiately surrounded by it.
Seeing this, Wang Tongrui was shocked. Even though she was completely exhausted, in her fury, she mustered a surge of strength and suddenly punched Bing Qipu in front of her.
The punch landed on Bing Qipu’s abdon, piercing it instantly.
Bing Qipu’s body staggered backward, falling onto a Scum Demon behind him, knocking a few down.
Bing Qipu rely smiled coldly, then turned around, grabbed a Scum Demon behind him, and bit into it.
The Scum Demon was devoured alive by Bing Qipu.
After consuming the Scum Demon, Bing Qipu’s abdominal wound healed imdiately, and his cultivation surged, reaching the level of a Demon Saint.
Bing Qipu stood up as if he hadn’t been injured at all. He glanced coldly at Ouyang Feiting and said with a smile, “Caught one, now for another.”
Faced with Bing Qipu’s cold gaze, Ouyang Feiting couldn’t help but shiver.
However, at this mont, Ouyang Feiting was more concerned about Beiming Xue. Her eyes looked past Bing Qipu toward the distant army.
She and Beiming Xue were as close as sisters. Now that Beiming Xue was trapped, she was extrely anxious.
It wasn’t just Ouyang Feiting; everyone on the giant carpet was reignited with fighting spirit due to Beiming Xue’s plight.
Hu Wei struggled to stand up from the giant carpet and chanted again, “I just like it when you bite.”
With these words, a mushroom appeared in Hu Wei’s hand, which he then weakly handed to Beiming Heng.
He gritted his teeth and said again, “I just like it when you bite.”
This ti, after Hu Wei said these words, he imdiately convulsed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
But Hu Wei, seemingly unaware of his bleeding, handed the newly created mushroom to Wu Xie, repeating his earlier words.
Hu Wei continuously perford soul techniques, but blood kept flowing from his mouth.
Seeing that Hu Wei was determined to sacrifice himself, the others were imdiately inspired. They swallowed Hu Wei’s mushrooms with tears in their eyes, feeling a surge of the Power of Demon Patterns rising in them.
Beiming Heng gritted his teeth and said, “Rescue Xue’er with all our might.”
Wang Tongrui yelled, “Save Xue’er.”
“Save my sister-in-law.”
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With each decisive statent, the giant carpet suddenly turned and flew toward Beiming Xue.
As Bing Qipu watched the people on the giant carpet with a cold smile, suddenly seeing the carpet flying over, he was about to block it, when Beiming Heng let out a roar and flew off the carpet, charging at Bing Qipu.
Bing Qipu was startled, not expecting Beiming Heng to abandon the carpet and fly towards him. He snorted coldly, standing idly by as he threw two leisurely punches to counter Beiming Heng.
Now that Bing Qipu had reached the cultivation level of a Demon Saint, he could easily engage Beiming Heng for a round or two.
If the two tangled up, the surrounding army would quickly engulf Beiming Heng, trapping him, and making it impossible for him to return to the carpet.
Little did he know, Beiming Heng disregarded Bing Qipu’s punches and even charged headlong toward them.
A “bang” was heard as Bing Qipu’s fists landed squarely on Beiming Heng’s body.
Beiming Heng opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but simultaneously, a grim expression appeared on his face. He stretched out his right hand, fingers outstretched, plunging into Bing Qipu’s head.
Then, with a twist of his fingers, a “crack” sound echoed, and he forcibly twisted off Bing Qipu’s head.
Grasping Bing Qipu’s head, Beiming Heng flew backward, landing on the giant carpet.
Though he spit a mouthful of blood, Beiming Heng managed to temporarily eliminate the formidable enemy, Bing Qipu, in just one move.
Taking Bing Qipu’s head with him, Bing Qipu wouldn’t be able to resurrect easily.
Seeing Bing Qipu’s head forcibly detached, even the crazed, cold Scum Demons were startled, pausing in shock.
Seizing the mont of pause among the Scum Demons, Beiming Heng stomped the ground, and the giant carpet turned sharply, flying toward Beiming Xue.
At this mont, Beiming Xue was already surrounded by the endless army of Scum Demons.
Powerless, she faced the oncoming army, clenching her teeth, forcing the last remnants of her Power of Demon Patterns to strike out.
But the army was overwhelming; no matter how Beiming Xue fought, she couldn’t repel them, and the Scum Demon Race kept increasing in number.
It was fortunate that the Scum Demons rembered that An Beisan had marked Beiming Xue earlier, thus holding back in their attack.
Had it been otherwise, Beiming Xue might already have perished.
Despite this, Beiming Xue was exhausted, panting heavily, her remaining Power of Demon Patterns depleted entirely.
She forcibly struck out with a palm, pushing the surrounding Scum Demons back, and looked up at the giant carpet charging towards her from afar.
On the giant carpet, Beiming Heng and the others were frenzied in battle, yet the surrounding Scum Demons surged infinitely, engulfing them completely.
The giant carpet, hindered by the army of Scum Demons, progressed with extre difficulty, barely moving.
Though only separated by a dozen ters from Beiming Xue, it seed an insurmountable distance.
Moreover, it was evident that Beiming Heng and the others were already at their limit, likely soon exhausting their Power of Demon Patterns completely.
When their power was depleted, it would be the mont they were devoured by the Scum Demon army.
Despair filled Beiming Xue’s eyes as she shouted toward the giant carpet, “Master, Feiting, my friends, if any of you et Wang Yan, please tell him I will wait for him in the Underworld. I’m going ahead.”
Everyone on the giant carpet widened their eyes with grief at Beiming Xue’s words.
Ouyang Feiting cried out, “Xue’er, don’t be foolish.”
Wang Tongrui urgently shouted, “Xue’er, wait for to save you.”
“Sister-in-law, don’t—”
As they shouted, they rushed toward Beiming Xue.
No matter how they strained forward, they couldn’t bridge the dozen-ter gap.
Beiming Xue smiled bleakly, glanced at the Scum Demons once more, then looked up at the distant sky, whispering, “Wang Yan, I hope to et you again in the next life.”
With that, Beiming Xue raised her hand, gathering the last of her Power of Demon Patterns in her palm, and struck her forehead fiercely.
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