The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 116 Farmhouse City

As the Golden Core was formed, Yun Weiyang stood up, spread his five fingers, and the pure white demonic energy in his palm turned like ink, surging and spreading, condensing in front of him.

The demonic energy condensed and transformed into Li Qinghe, dressed in black, her long hair tied up with a jade hairpin, and a long sword hanging at her waist. The sword was not drawn, but a sharp sword intent was already seeping out from it, making the air hiss.

The demonic energy continued to surge, and another figure materialized beside Li Qinghe. He was burly and had a simple face. A giant, snow-white wolf crouched at his feet, and Yun Weiyang's face was reflected in its emerald green eyes.

Shi Le, along with his white wolf, emerged from the demonic energy. The white wolf crouched low, growling incessantly.

The demonic energy surged endlessly, and one figure after another emerged from it.

Digo's greyish-white eyes rolled, and white bones floated before him; Zhou Shaolong's hand rested on his sword hilt, and crimson sword intent danced at his fingertips; Nan Tao's face was pale, and the golden-winged Gu on his shoulder seemed ready to take flight; Yang Lianshan was surrounded by flames, and a crimson spear slowly spun in his palm...

Finally, the demonic energy condensed into a tall figure with five long wisps of beard, black robes, and white skin. He exuded an unfathomable majesty amidst his refined demeanor. Tai Ming Tian Mo stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Yun Wei Yang with a slight smile.

Yun Weiyang waved his sleeve, and everyone's figures trembled in unison, collapsing like sand sculptures and turning into rolling demonic energy that returned to his body. The trillions of Heavenly Demon Pills in his sea of ​​consciousness slowly rotated, absorbing all the returning demonic energy.

"What is real is not real, what is fake is not fake." Yun Weiyang looked at her palm, clenched it gently, and smiled, "Not bad, not bad, with this, the preparations are mostly complete."

The palace doors opened, and Gu Changyuan stood at the entrance. He raised his hand and waved, and two streams of light flew out from his sleeves and landed in front of Yun Weiyang.

As the first streak of light dissipated, a divine sword was revealed.

The sword is shaped like a feather, pale blue in color, and as thin as a cicada's wing, with a faint blue halo flowing across its blade.

The sword was extremely thin, almost transparent, and one could see the opposite wall through the blade. Suspended in the air, an extremely sharp aura seeped out from it, cutting the surrounding air into tiny fragments.

Lingbao, the Divine Feather Sword.

The second beam of light dissipated, revealing a treasure map as black as iron.

As the scroll unfolds, a luster like black iron flows across its surface. There are no patterns on the scroll, only a deep darkness, thick as ink, as if it could swallow all light.

The Iron Wall Diagram is also a spiritual treasure.

Gu Changyuan looked at Yun Weiyang and said in a calm tone, "The Huangtian Sect has a shallow foundation, with only five or six spiritual treasures. I can only give you two."

Yun Weiyang reached out and took them. The Divine Feather Sword and the Iron Wall Diagram transformed into two streams of light and sank into the trillion Heavenly Demon Pills, swirling in the surging demonic energy.

Looking up at Gu Changyuan, Yun Weiyang smiled and said, "Come on."

Gu Changyuan nodded, his five fingers clenched, and the four pillars of the heavens trembled simultaneously. Four colors of light, namely blue, red, white and black, burst forth from the four pillars, like four giant dragons soaring into the sky. They converged above the Huangtian Palace, and then with a loud bang, they transformed into a four-colored pillar of light that descended from the sky, pierced through the dome of the Huangtian Palace, and enveloped Yun Weiyang.

Four-colored flames burned on Yun Weiyang's body: cyan wood fire, red fire, white metal fire, and black water fire. The four flames intertwined to form a blazing inferno, burning Yun Weiyang's skin, meridians, bones, and primordial spirit.

Within Yun Weiyang's body, demonic energy surged like boiling water. One demonic seed after another emerged in his sea of ​​consciousness, the Great Ruins, his meridians, and even his newly formed golden core. Under the scorching of the four-colored flames, they made a hissing sound, and then exploded one after another, turning into green smoke and dissipating.

Only one of the demonic seeds was still struggling and had not dissipated.

This demonic seed was hidden deep within Yun Weiyang's soul, intertwined with his primordial spirit, almost inseparable. It took four-colored flames burning for a long time to finally separate the demonic seed from his soul.

The demonic seed emerged from its body, entirely black, with countless fine demonic patterns flowing across its surface, layer upon layer, like dragon scales.

Yun Weiyang's body trembled, and the Yellow Millet Bell flew out from within her body. The bronze bell was engraved with twisted demonic incantations, echoing the demonic seed.

The demonic seed trembled, transformed into a beam of black light, and disappeared into the Yellow Millet Bell.

The Yellow Millet Bell trembled violently, the demonic incantations on its body flashed wildly, the bell began to deform and twist, fine scales appeared on the bronze bell wall, two curved horns extended from the top of the bell, and five sharp dragon claws emerged from the bottom of the bell.

A jet-black dragon flew out from the flames.

The demonic dragon was ten feet long, its entire body jet black, with a cold, eerie luster flowing across its scales. It raised its head and roared, the sound of its roar shaking the tiles of the Yellow Heaven Palace.

The demonic dragon spun in mid-air, its form reforming in the void, transforming into a human figure. He wore a dark gold brocade robe, his long hair was tied up with a crown, his face was heroic, and a faint smile played on his lips.

Yan Qihui stood amidst the four-colored flames, looking at the four pillars of the celestial sphere blazing with light around him. His pupils suddenly contracted, for he naturally recognized the four pillars of the celestial sphere, the most treasured artifact of the Yellow Heaven Sect.

Yan Qihui shifted his gaze from the four pillars to Yun Weiyang and spoke coldly.

"We all underestimated you! You actually colluded with the Yellow Heaven Sect! Yun Weiyang, do you intend to betray your sect?"

Yun Weiyang looked at Yan Qihui, who had transformed into a demonic dragon, smiled, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Elder Nong, now that things have come to this, stop pretending."

Yan Qihui's pupils contracted as he looked at Yun Weiyang and fell silent.

After a long silence, Yan Qihui's figure slowly changed, from slender to bloated, and his brocade robe changed from dark gold to golden yellow. In a few breaths, Yan Qihui disappeared, replaced by Nong Tingshi, whose bloated figure was wrapped in a golden brocade robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face calm as water, and his cloudy old eyes revealing no emotion.

"How did you figure that out?"

Yun Weiyang chuckled and shook her head: "Perhaps it's because I have an extraordinary talent. Your aura is extremely similar to that of Old Monster Yan, to an abnormal degree. What you cultivate is not the 'Nether River Great Law' at all, but the 'Dragon Demon Holy Armor Scripture'."

Yun Weiyang's gaze lingered on Nong Tingshi's face for a moment before she spoke calmly.

"Whether it's me or Li Qinghe, we're not just Yan Laoguai's target, we're your target too. My master should have been transformed into a demonic dragon by you long ago, right?"

After a moment of silence, a smile suddenly appeared on Nongting City's obese face.

"As expected, just as the 'Dragon Demon Sacred Armor Scripture' is about to be completed, a demonic tribulation will descend." Nong Tingshi looked at Yun Weiyang and said calmly, "It seems that you are my demonic tribulation."

Standing with his hands behind his back, Nong Tingshi spoke calmly.

"Although I don't know how you saw through my cultivation foundation, it doesn't matter. Do you think the Yellow Heaven Sect can protect you? You don't understand me at all, nor do you understand Old Monster Yan, nor do you understand the Nine Nether Sect. Becoming a demonic dragon is your fate, and you can't escape it no matter what."