Chapter 73

The sky was a clear blue, and the brilliant sunlight filtered through the dense pine needles, forming thick and thin beams of light that illuminated the forest, which was shrouded in a light mist.

Ancient trees formed a dense forest, their branches intertwined, and the lush foliage merged together.

Two beams of white light flickered, taking lives and scattering souls.

Majestic and brilliant, the white light was dazzling.

The two beams of white light, like pillars of light, shot out with great force, radiating in all directions.

Yang Qifeng felt dizzy and disoriented. The white light approached in an instant, and just when it was a foot away from him, he regained his senses.

With no room to dodge, he could only face it head-on. Yang Qifeng had a sudden realization, and his lips moved slightly, whispering to himself, "Transform!"

He reacted quickly, his body trembling, and a light emanated from his body. At the moment the white light reached him, he underwent a dramatic change.

His body turned as black as ink, exuding a sense of death and decay. A shadow about a meter in size appeared, but no one could see it clearly.

It was hazy and dark, and only faintly could one see a crow within the shadow.

The two beams of white light merged into his body, directly attacking his three souls and seven spirits.

His three souls and seven spirits trembled continuously, and a look of pain appeared on the crow's face, which showed a human-like expression.

A light appeared, and Yang Qifeng's figure reformed.

He had already emerged from the shadow, transforming back into his human form, with a crow's head.

His eyes were bright and clear, and he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. Yang Qifeng spat out a mouthful of blood and wiped it away with his hand.

He secretly rejoiced, grateful for his quick reaction, which allowed him to transform into a Nether Crow at the critical moment.

The Nether Crow, born in the Dead Sea, drifts through the three realms, soulless and lifeless.

Yang Qifeng could transform thanks to the blessings of his family, whether it was a crow or a fire crow. They all had some characteristics that could be traced back to the beginning of time.

Transforming into a long rainbow, Yang Qifeng quickly fled, rushing into the mist.

He looked at the standing man with a deep sense of caution.

Just now, Yang Qifeng transformed into a Nether Crow because he saw through the false mountain god's use of a supernatural power that attacked his soul.

Yang Qifeng, familiar with Daoist texts and some mythological legends, recognized the supernatural power immediately.

It was too obvious; it was a famous supernatural power from the time of the Battle of the Gods.

Like the千里眼 (thousand-mile eyes) and 顺风耳 (wind-following ears) of the two generals, there were many people who could counter these powers during the Battle of the Gods, but they were all outstanding figures in the realm of immortals.

During the Battle of the Gods, these two powers belonged to two different individuals, but now they were wielded by one person, making them incredibly powerful.

The "ha" sound was manageable; with some effort, Yang Qifeng could use the rainbow transformation to avoid the yellow aura. However, the "heng" sound was unavoidable, and the most annoying type of attack was a ranged attack.

Among all ranged attacks, sound was the most widespread and effective.

Feeling a lingering fear, he realized he needed to find a protective treasure.

In this mythological world, various strange supernatural powers emerged one after another. What he had seen so far was still within the normal range, but there were even more insidious and deadly powers that could kill you without you even knowing how.

Without a protective treasure, it was easy to fall victim to such attacks.

"How can I defend against the false mountain god's supernatural power?" Yang Qifeng thought, but he couldn't come up with a good solution to stop the false mountain god's "heng" and "ha" powers.

"The situation is a bit difficult. If you had a treasure that could suppress the soul, you could resolve the current situation. Or if your strength reached the level of a Yin God and you formed a divine soul, given your special circumstances, his unperfected supernatural power would be powerless against you," the Dry Blue Demon God said.

"When your soul was in the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, it was constantly attacked by the Six Ding Divine Fire. This was a disadvantage, but it also had its benefits. Your soul's resilience has increased, and after forming a divine soul, you can ignore any attacks below the immortal level," the Dry Blue Demon God continued.

"Let's talk about something more realistic, Demon God," Yang Qifeng said.

None of the above scenarios applied to Yang Qifeng.

Reaching the level of a Yin God, given twenty years, he had the confidence to become a Yin God, but that was a future matter.

If he didn't break the Eighteen Demon Subduing Array now, when the Great Marsh Demon Commander couldn't hold on, the Great Marsh Earth God would take action, and all the demons would be doomed.

"Without a treasure, you can only rely on yourself. His supernatural power is not fully developed and cannot be omnipresent. It is still a simple sound attack and cannot directly enter the mind. Therefore, as long as you close your ear orifices and block out external sounds, you can defend against it," the Dry Blue Demon God thought for a moment and offered a suggestion.

"Closing the ear orifices is the only way," Yang Qifeng thought, but he felt it was impossible to do so.

"Help me, Demon God," Yang Qifeng thought, visualizing various orifices in his mind: the mouth orifice, nose orifice, eye orifice, and so on.

These orifices were part of the body's orifices.

Like the千里眼 (thousand-mile eyes) and 顺风耳 (wind-following ears), they were supernatural powers developed based on the eye and ear orifices.

Each orifice had its unique benefits, but not all needed to be opened.

Whether human, demon, or monster, before reaching the immortal level, only the three major orifices of the body could be opened. After reaching the immortal level, more could be opened, but not many.

Therefore, opening orifices was a crucial and cautious matter.

One could not open them randomly; they had to be opened according to the corresponding supernatural power.

The body was a great treasure, and these orifices were part of the body's orifices, different from the orifices opened by the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, which were inherently weaker.

Yang Qifeng had not opened any orifices, so it was impossible for him to close the ear orifices.

However, with the help of the Dry Blue Demon God, it was different. Using external force to temporarily close the ear orifices and then reopen them was possible.

"Alright," the Dry Blue Demon God said without further ado, and a blue light emanated from the circular ring.

Instantly, the light enveloped Yang Qifeng's head. The mist swirled, and the wind howled, but all sounds disappeared in the next second.

Yang Qifeng moved his body, opened his mouth, and let out a loud shout, but there was no sound.

Satisfied, he transformed into a long rainbow and quickly rushed toward the array's focal point.

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