Chapter 50

Just as Yang Zhen was about to torment the elephant spirit again, he suddenly felt a substantial killing intent pressing down on him.

"Something's wrong!" Yang Zhen's heart sank. He waved his hand to put the elephant spirit into his sleeve and said, "Who are you? If you want to force me to show myself, don't hide anymore!"

Yang Zhen's words were just a guess. Although in the past fifty years, Biquguo had developed rapidly and inadvertently offended the surrounding countries, they were not yet capable of driving demons to cause trouble in Biquguo.

From the brief confrontation just now, Yang Zhen felt that the elephant spirit actually had the cultivation of a True Immortal. In the demon race, those with such cultivation could establish their own territory and rule in some remote places. Yet, this elephant spirit only brought a few hundred small demons to Biquguo, clearly with some purpose.

That's why Yang Zhen had been continuously interrogating the elephant spirit.

Just as Yang Zhen finished speaking, a sinister voice came from the darkness, "Long time no see, Yang Zhen."

As soon as the words were spoken, black gas immediately surrounded Yang Zhen. Layers of black mist surged like rolling waves, completely enveloping him.

Yang Zhen was about to activate the Three Pure Fires, but he suddenly discovered that the black mist contained countless malevolent spirits. This person was actually using human souls to fight.

Seeing the cruelty of the person, Yang Zhen was extremely angry. Although in the past, Yang Zhen had been merciless to the demons who slaughtered humans to gain merit, he would still leave their souls intact, giving them a chance to be reborn.

But the person in front of him was using souls to fight, which would cut off their chances of rebirth. If Yang Zhen attacked, these souls would instantly be destroyed, and the person seemed to have taken advantage of this, using it to restrain Yang Zhen.

"Who are you?" Yang Zhen's tone was very sinister.

At first, Yang Zhen thought it was the Bull Demon King who was plotting against him. After all, in the three realms, Yang Zhen only had a grudge with the Bull Demon King. If the Bull Demon King was plotting against him, it would make sense.

But at this moment, Yang Zhen knew the person was definitely not the Bull Demon King. Although the Bull Demon King was also a lawless figure, he would never use such despicable means. So, for a moment, Yang Zhen couldn't guess who the person was.

As for the demons Yang Zhen had sent to the underworld, it was even more impossible. After drinking the Mengpo soup and crossing the Naihe Bridge, they had long forgotten their past lives and might even become good people in their next life.

"Hehe!" A black shadow emerged from the darkness, sneering at Yang Zhen, "It seems you have completely forgotten. Let me remind you. Do you remember the battle at Huaguo Mountain a hundred years ago? In that battle, you killed four of my brothers. It's time to repay this blood debt."

Hearing this, Yang Zhen was surprised, "Are you Kuimu Lang?"

"Looks like you still remember me!" The black shadow stepped out of the darkness, revealing himself to be Kuimu Lang, one of the Twenty-Eight Constellations.

Frowning slightly, Yang Zhen said in a deep voice, "That day, although I destroyed their physical bodies, with their cultivation, they could either be reborn or重塑 their bodies to live again..."

"Shut up!" Kuimu Lang roared loudly, "Reborn? Reshape their bodies? Sounds good, but they are already soulless. How can they be reborn or reshape their bodies!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Yang Zhen was shocked, "That day, although I used all my strength, my control over the Three Pure Fires was precise. I would never have burned their souls to the point of soulless. There must be some misunderstanding!"

"It's too late now. You killed four of my brothers. Today, either you die or I do!" Kuimu Lang said sinisterly, then changed his tone to mock, "I've observed you for over ten years. Although you are a demon, you seem to care a lot about merit, and the cultivation techniques you practice are orthodox Daoist skills. Your Three Pure Fires are indeed powerful, so to counter your Three Pure Fires, I specially gathered 5000 souls. If you dare to use the Three Pure Fires, these 5000 souls will be burned to soulless."

"Despicable!" Yang Zhen cursed.

Originally, Yang Zhen still had some good feelings towards Kuimu Lang, who was powerful and valued righteousness.

To give up his divine position and rebel against the Heavenly Court to become a demon for an ordinary fairy, such actions were something ordinary people would never do.

But today's incident made Yang Zhen lose all his good feelings towards him.

"Today, I will kill you!" Yang Zhen said angrily.

"Hmph! As long as you don't use the Three Pure Fires and fight me fairly, I will release these 5000 souls. What do you say?" Kuimu Lang said.

Yang Zhen smiled disdainfully, "Do you think I have no way out?"

With that, Yang Zhen activated the Buddhist "Nirvana Spell" to liberate these souls.

After living on Luojia Mountain for ten years and listening to Guanyin Bodhisattva's teachings many times, Yang Zhen could easily use some Buddhist skills. These skills were very effective against ghosts.

"What?"

Seeing that the Nirvana Spell was ineffective, Yang Zhen was startled. Could Kuimu Lang's skills be so advanced that even the Nirvana Spell, which was specifically used to control ghosts, had lost its effect?

When Kuimu Lang saw that Yang Zhen knew the Buddhist "Nirvana Spell," he was indeed surprised, but then he was indifferent, as if he was certain that Yang Zhen's attempt would not succeed.

"Trying to break my skills with such means, you underestimate me!" Kuimu Lang said coldly, "I still say, as long as you don't use the Three Pure Fires, I won't activate these souls. Let's fight fairly, and let fate decide our fates."

Drawing the Qingming Sword, Yang Zhen said solemnly, "Since you seek death, I will grant it to you!"

Seeing the Qingming Sword, which looked like a pillar of light, Kuimu Lang was indeed startled. He had never seen a weapon with such a glowing aura.

A +8 weapon was indeed extraordinary.

Drawing his long knife, Kuimu Lang withdrew the ghosts surrounding Yang Zhen and said, "You are indeed a brave man. If you hadn't killed my four brothers, we might have become friends."

"Ha! Associating with someone like you is the greatest insult to me." Yang Zhen said, then swung the Qingming Sword at Kuimu Lang.

"Die!"

Driven by anger, Yang Zhen showed no mercy. He used the exquisite sword techniques he learned from Patriarch Subhuti, one after another, and with the assistance of his pet's skills, he quickly put Kuimu Lang at a disadvantage.

Each of Yang Zhen's moves contained immense power. Fortunately, Kuimu Lang's cultivation was still higher than Yang Zhen's. Although he was at a disadvantage, he had not yet shown signs of defeat.

However, if Kuimu Lang had no other hidden skills, his defeat and death were only a matter of time.