The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 91 Encirclement and Kill

Fragments of memory flooded her mind, incomplete, chaotic, and fragmented, like torn pages of a book pieced together. This vengeful ghost did not possess complete intelligence, and Yun Weiyang could only read some fragmented memories.

Yun Weiyang pieced together the origins of this vengeful ghost from these fragments of memory. It seemed to have been an ordinary person in life, but the era it lived in was long ago. After it died, it was buried in this cemetery. After an unknown period of time, its soul was awakened by the influence of demonic energy.

At first, the vengeful ghost retained its memories and rationality from its previous life, but as time passed, scales gradually grew on its body, horns sprouted from its head, and its strength increased. At the same time, its bloodlust and destructive desires also grew, and its rationality was gradually devoured, eventually turning it into a monster that only knew how to kill.

Yun Weiyang stood up, lost in thought, and released her divine sense, spreading it in all directions.

Endless, eerie demonic energy flowed through the void. This demonic energy shared the same origin and substance as the demonic energy within Yun Weiyang's body, but it was far more vast, profound, and magnificent, like a boundless ocean with no end in sight.

"With such dense demonic energy, no wonder it's called the Demon Abyss." Yun Weiyang nodded.

In the perception of divine sense, what filled this demonic abyss was not spiritual energy, but demonic energy, or rather, high-level demonic energy that had been refined and sublimated from spiritual energy. For demonic cultivators, this place was simply a blessed land, where one day of cultivation was equivalent to ten days outside.

"It's a pity we can only stay here for a month." Yun Weiyang withdrew her divine sense, looked around, and said in a voice that, though not loud, carried clearly over a long distance, "Fellow senior brothers, with such good conditions, why don't you seize the time to cultivate and search for rare and precious materials? Why come here to seek death?"

A moment of silence followed.

Then, seven figures emerged from behind the grave mound, from the withered tree, and from the shadow of the collapsed tombstone.

These seven individuals wore black Taoist robes befitting true disciples of the Nine Nether Sect. They possessed profound auras and each had the cultivation level of the Refining Spirit Realm, making them pillars of strength even among the many disciples of the Nine Nether Sect.

The seven people surrounded Yun Weiyang in the center, their faces cold and their eyes filled with killing intent.

"You are all true disciples as well." Yun Weiyang's gaze swept over the seven people, and she shook her head. "Why risk your lives for Yin Xuanling?"

The seven remained silent, their hands flashing with light as one magical treasure after another appeared. The auras of the seven treasures intertwined, completely sealing off Yun Weiyang's escape route.

Yun Weiyang shook her head and smiled.

"It seems I can't persuade you anymore."

Yun Weiyang clenched her five fingers, and the formless silk in the void suddenly tightened.

A disciple suddenly screamed, blood spurting from his eyes. His eyeballs rolled out of the blood, bounced twice on the ground, and then with a tearing sound, his head exploded, as if torn apart from the inside by an invisible force. Red and white matter splattered everywhere. The headless corpse swayed and then crashed to the ground.

In that instant, the expressions of the remaining six disciples changed drastically, and they all charged towards Yun Weiyang.

With a flash of sword light, a jet-black sword beam slashed from the left, its energy interspersed with countless fine demonic runes, leaving a long-lasting black trail in the air.

The enchanting music began, and invisible sound waves surged into Yun Weiyang's ears from the right, penetrating his sea of ​​consciousness and attempting to drag his mind into an illusion.

The shadow beneath her feet suddenly expanded, like a giant, pitch-black maw, biting down on Yun Weiyang from below.

Yun Weiyang chuckled softly, her eyes flashing with light. A sharp divine sense burst forth from between her brows, severing the demonic sound that had invaded her sea of ​​consciousness like a sharp blade. With a clench of her right hand, she drew her Flying Immortal Sword. The bluish-white sword light drew a graceful arc in the void, and a white dragon soared from the tip of the sword, baring its fangs and claws, and biting the incoming dark sword light to pieces.

The white dragon, still brimming with power, lashed out with its tail, sending the disciple who had drawn his sword flying and crashing into a grave mound.

As the sword light flashed, the white dragon swooped down, shattering the thin blade that had been slashed out from the shadow beneath its feet with a single strike.

The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent, and shattered like glass under the impact of the white dragon, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated.

Yun Weiyang pulled with her left hand, and the Wuxiang Silk suddenly contracted. From the shadow beneath her feet, a disciple of the Nine Nether Sect was forcibly pulled out by the invisible silk. He staggered, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of shock.

"Hiding Shadow Blade, well done."

A flash of white light, and the White Dragon Sky-Piercing Sword struck down, its light like a rainbow, cleaving the disciple diagonally from shoulder to waist, spraying blood that stained the withered grass beneath him.

The remaining five people looked serious and stopped fighting individually, instead joining forces.

"A powerful, chilling wind!"

One of the disciples opened his mouth and spat out a jet-black gust of cold wind that surged between heaven and earth, vast and mighty like a black tide.

A chilling wind howled, within which demons roamed. Countless distorted faces appeared and disappeared in the wind. As the chilling wind swept through the void, Yun Weiyang felt his soul trembling violently, as if countless hands were tearing at his consciousness, trying to pull his primordial spirit out of his body and drag it into the boundless chilling wind.

The light of the Heavenly Sword on the Flying Immortal Sword flickered, and it swayed precariously in the cold wind.

Another disciple unleashed a blade of light from his palm. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, silent and stealthy, aimed directly at Yun Weiyang's ancestral temple between her eyebrows. This strike was silent, without light or shadow, only an extremely sharp killing intent, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, a fatal blow.

Yun Weiyang remained calm. She opened her mouth and blew out a dark, gloomy wind, with demonic energy surging and churning within it, like a black dragon dancing in the gale.

boom!!

The two gusts of cold wind collided, producing a deafening roar, like hundreds of waterfalls cascading down at the same time. Grass and withered trees were shredded into powder, and the earth was torn open with cracks several feet deep. Gravel and dust were swept into the wind, turning into a chaotic mess.

The disciple who unleashed the Great Yin Wind was backfired by his own Yin Wind, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

A blade of light as thin as a cicada's wing slipped in through the gap between the two layers of yin wind, slashing towards Yun Weiyang's brow.

Clang!

Yun Weiyang raised her right Flying Immortal Sword, and the broken sword collided with the blade light. With a crack, cracks spread across the Flying Immortal Sword, extending from the tip to the hilt. The blade light pressed down, and the Flying Immortal Sword could not withstand the sharp force. It split in two, and one half of the blade flew into the air, spun twice in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Yun Weiyang remained expressionless. With a flick of her sleeve, she gripped the broken sword in her right hand. A ghostly light condensed on the broken sword, transforming into streaks of leaping lightning, black with a hint of purple, emitting a hissing sound.

call out!

The broken sword swung upwards like a knife, unleashing a burst of intense blackish-purple light that tore through the thin, cicada-wing-like blade of light, slicing through two intertwined gusts of yin wind, and cleaving a Nine Nether Sect disciple who was hiding in the yin wind, preparing to launch a sneak attack, in two from the chest.

The Three Lives Chaos Blade is also a killing technique evolved from the true meaning of refining the spirit. It is specifically designed to slay the soul, and with one strike, both body and spirit are destroyed.