Chapter 45

As the great sun illuminated every corner, a pair of fleshy palms swelled in the light.

In the blink of an eye, they grew to several feet, and the mist dissipated upon contact with them.

A pitch-black venomous snake was held in the giant palm.

The venomous snake was not willing to give up, and it opened its sharp fangs, biting at the giant palm, with concentrated toxins on its fangs.

Seeing this, Yang Qifeng waved his other hand forward.

A long spear appeared in his hand, piercing out silently.

The long spear transformed in various ways, finally turning into a series of illusions, and precisely struck the venomous snake's fangs.

Crack!

All the fangs shattered.

The giant hand curled, and the venomous snake immediately fell unconscious.

With a flick, the venomous snake's massive body collided with the wall, making a loud boom. White marks appeared on its black scales, and it fell heavily to the ground, rolling.

After the heavy blow, the venomous snake regained consciousness and tried to escape. Its body was boneless, and its tail began to twist.

But just as it started to move, a long spear pierced its body with a hum.

The black, hard scales were like tofu under the long spear.

The spear shaft was half buried in the ground, and the venomous snake, in pain, let out a shrill roar, trying to continue twisting its body to escape.

The tail struck with great force, shattering the rocks beside it.

The shattered rocks flew in all directions, but the venomous snake could not move. As soon as it moved, a red light appeared on the spear, immobilizing the venomous snake.

After several attempts, the venomous snake soon gave up. It twisted its front body, and its cold eyes stared at Yang Qifeng, speaking hoarsely, "You are not a crow. Who are you?"

Yang Qifeng glanced at the venomous snake leader, without any words or joy. A monster that was not even a demon general was far too inferior to Yang Qifeng, and defeating it would not bring any joy.

His divine consciousness connected, and he began to communicate with the Qianlan Demon God in his mind, asking with doubt, "This snake, no matter how I look at it, is just an ordinary venomous snake. How can it possibly be a descendant of the Tengshe?"

The Tengshe is an ancient and unique species.

Its power is extraordinary and unpredictable.

The one that flies through the mist is the Tengshe!

As a descendant of the Tengshe, it would not be so miserable. It should have innate abilities, and it should not need to set up layers of traps just to deal with an ordinary eagle.

Yang Qifeng had already discovered that the strange symbols he saw when he entered the cave were set up by the venomous snake leader, which was the method used just now.

"It is not a direct descendant of the Tengshe, but a descendant of unknown generations," the Qianlan Demon God said calmly, continuing, "His bloodline is too thin, so he needs a large amount of blood to refine it. He cannot die."

"Understood!" Yang Qifeng nodded, realizing that the venomous snake leader would be used as a blood-producing machine, continuously producing blood, rather than being killed outright.

Thinking of this, Yang Qifeng was suddenly alarmed. If so, then the great cultivators who capture their descendants would have a continuous supply of blood, making it incredibly easy to cultivate the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang.

However, Yang Qifeng quickly dismissed this thought. The Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang require essence blood.

A monster's essence blood is limited and cannot be infinitely divided.

Damaging the essence blood harms one's foundation. Unless one重塑肉身, the divided essence blood can only benefit a few, not everyone.

Thinking of this, Yang Qifeng felt relieved. He knew that if everyone could perform the Seventy-Two Transformations of the Earthly Fiend, the world would be too chaotic for him to survive.

"How long will it take to refine this venomous snake?" Yang Qifeng asked.

"Ten years," the Qianlan Demon God estimated.

Yang Qifeng was not surprised. Ten years would meet his needs, and this time was relatively short.

He continued, "His bloodline is too thin, so this method is a bit of a shortcut, only meeting the minimum standard. In the future, you will need to hunt Tengshe bloodlines to complete the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang. You need to carefully consider whether to use it."

"No need to consider. The meat is right in front of me; why wouldn't I eat it?" Yang Qifeng said without hesitation.

Although using the venomous snake's bloodline to refine essence blood has many drawbacks, it limits Yang Qifeng's future development. To complete the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, one of the transformations must be from the Tengshe bloodline, not just any demon god's bloodline.

This limitation poses an obstacle to future growth, but Yang Qifeng needs power now.

If he can complete the first level of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, he will achieve a qualitative leap.

At that time, he will be able to contend with thunderstorm cultivators and no longer fear the Great Marsh Demon General and the Great Marsh Land God. He will truly have the ability to lead a region and gain the upper hand in the calamity.

With the Qianlan Demon God's ability to refine the venomous snake of unknown generations, Yang Qifeng had a plan in mind.

Including the Tengshe, he still needed three more bloodlines for the first level, and one of them was already reserved, the Dragon Clan.

The Dragon Clan has a glorious history, and more than one demon god has emerged from it. They are absolutely qualified.

"Do not think of using such shortcuts to cultivate the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang. A shortcut can be taken once, but not always," the Qianlan Demon God said.

"In the first level, you can use it only once," the Qianlan Demon God, with his vast wisdom, saw through Yang Qifeng's thoughts and gave him a stern warning.

Yang Qifeng lightly shook his head and looked at the venomous snake's resentful gaze. For the next ten years, he would have to treat it like a lord, providing it with good food and drink, ensuring it did not die and continuously produced blood.

"What will you do next?" the Qianlan Demon God asked.

"Completely occupy the Twenty-Ninth Mountain, gather all the small demons, and start training them in battle formations. To make a difference in the calamity, my current strength is not enough, so I must cultivate my own forces," Yang Qifeng said.

"Battle formations, are you going to train them into Dao soldiers?" the Qianlan Demon God asked.

"No, training Dao soldiers requires too many resources. Not only does the Twenty-Ninth Mountain lack resources, but even the entire Great Marsh Mountains barely have enough. I will train them and select a part to become demon soldiers," Yang Qifeng explained.

"What kind of demon soldiers?"

"Fire Crow Soldiers!" Yang Qifeng said calmly.

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