mesbooks Chapter 316 Have you ever heard of "luring the enemy into a urn"?
Chapter 316 Have you ever heard of "luring the enemy into a urn"?
"Buzz—!"
A domineering power suddenly erupted from that demonic body.
Faced with this power, the self-destruct energy that the Devouring Demon Lord had just gathered was like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, instantly melting and disintegrating.
"No... what kind of power is this?! This is impossible..."
"No! Don't kill me! I'm willing to submit. My dream since childhood has been to become a member of the demon race..."
Lin Hanzhou completely ignored the Devouring Demon Lord's pleas for mercy and instantly refined his soul.
As the Devouring Demon Lord's soul was completely refined, an unimaginably vast and pure soul power surged wildly into Lin Hanzhou's sea of consciousness, like the Yangtze River.
"Well……"
Lin Hanzhou couldn't help but groan in pleasure.
Under the nourishment of this power, his spiritual realm began to rise rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few breaths, his spiritual strength actually reached the threshold of the ninth level.
"This is good stuff..."
Lin Hanzhou slowly deactivated his demonic state and returned to human form.
"I never expected that this old thing, though only a remnant soul, would possess such an astonishing reserve of divine soul power!"
"He's more than one level stronger than that Five Elements Sword Saint!"
Lin Hanzhou carefully sensed the surge in divine soul power, lost in thought.
"The Five Elements Sword Saint endured for millions of years in an environment where spiritual energy was depleted, so it's normal for him to run out of energy and die."
"But this Devouring Demon Lord..."
Lin Hanzhou looked up at the space.
"This Hall of Nourishing Souls truly lives up to its reputation."
"For a remnant soul to retain this level of activity and power after millions of years of erosion, this is definitely a high-quality ninth-tier treasure!"
"Unfortunately, this is a complete disaster for the other eighth-level cultivators."
Lin Hanzhou knew all too well how terrifying that suppressive force had been.
If it weren't for his cheat-like [Heart of the Demon Emperor] and his unreasonable talent [Primordial Unity], he would have been completely different.
Even if he were at the eighth level and tenth stage, under the home-field advantage he had just faced, he would have been in dire straits facing the soul attack of the Devouring Demon Lord!
He estimated that most of the hundreds of eighth-level cultivators who came in this time would be possessed.
Perhaps only a few top-tier eighth-level, tenth-level old monsters have a slight chance of turning the tables and killing them.
......
Meanwhile, within the various inheritance spaces of the Soul Nourishing Hall.
Just as Lin Hanzhou had predicted, this so-called "inheritance" feast was, from the very beginning, a meticulously planned one-sided massacre.
Those eighth-tier powerhouses who usually command respect and act superior in the outside world appear so fragile and ignorant in this closed Soul Nourishing Hall, when faced with the ninth-tier remnant souls that have been sleeping for millions of years.
In the vast majority of the inheritance spaces, almost identical tragedies are unfolding.
……
【Liyang Gate - The Inner World of Flames】
"Boom—!"
An endless sea of golden fire roared.
The red-haired old man at the eighth level of the tenth stage—the Crimson Flame Ancestor—was kneeling in the void in a sorry state.
His prized "Nine Dragons Departing Fire Formation" was already in ruins, and his protective armor had melted into molten iron, dripping onto his body and burning his skin.
But he paid no heed to the physical pain.
Because an even more terrifying crisis originates from his sea of consciousness.
"Get out! This is my body!!"
The Crimson Flame Ancestor clutched his head with both hands, his eyes bloodshot, and let out a series of mournful roars.
Deep within his consciousness, a golden sun was relentlessly scorching his soul, slowly eroding his memories and will.
"Hmph, an ant-like existence."
A majestic yet utterly indifferent voice emanated from that "sun".
"I am the 'Blazing Sun Celestial Venerable,' the progenitor of fire-wielding!"
"You're trying to play these petty tricks in front of me; it's like showing off your skills before an expert!"
"Your physical body is not bad. Although it is not as good as the ancient divine body, it is still usable in this wasteland world."
"Open your mind and merge with me, and I will guide you to experience the true beauty of the ninth tier!"
"No!! I'm not reconciled!!"
The Crimson Flame Ancestor struggled frantically, attempting to burn his life essence in a final desperate attempt.
However, the Celestial Venerable of Blazing Sun merely gave a cold smile.
"Certainly."
A supreme law of fire descended.
The struggle of the Crimson Flame Ancestor was frozen in time.
The next moment, the golden sun suddenly expanded, instantly engulfing the faint divine soul fire of the Crimson Flame Ancestor.
"ah--!!!"
With a final, desperate scream, the red light in the eyes of the Crimson Flame Ancestor quickly faded, replaced by two indifferent pupils burning with golden flames.
After a while.
"call……"
"Ancestor Crimson Flame" slowly stood up, stretched his neck, and his bones crackled and popped.
He raised his hand, looked at the new body, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
"Although it's a bit awkward, this long-lost heartbeat... is truly wonderful."
"A million years... I have finally returned!"
……
The same scene unfolded at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the Frost Sect, the Mad Blade Sect…
One by one, the eighth-tier powerhouses, renowned throughout the Tianxuan Realm, fell silently, becoming vessels for ancient monsters to possess and regenerate.
But there are always exceptions.
In this brutal game of hunting, not all prey are lambs to the slaughter.
There are still a very small number of "outliers" who, with their extraordinary intelligence and skills, manage to carve out a bloody path out of this seemingly hopeless situation!
……
【Thousand Machine Gate - Inner Maze】
This is a dark space filled with countless traps and mechanisms.
A middle-aged cultivator dressed in a blue robe and with an unremarkable appearance was sitting quietly in a dead corner.
His name is Li Feiyu.
His cultivation level is at the eighth rank, tenth level; he is a rogue cultivator.
His reputation in the Tianxuan Realm was not great; in fact, he was virtually unknown.
Because almost everyone who has seen his true face and knows his true strength is dead.
His motto consisted of only eight characters: "Kill someone and scatter their ashes; plan carefully before you act."
At this moment, Li Feiyu's eyes were tightly closed, his face was ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.
Within his mind, a thrilling battle was underway.
"Hehehe... Junior, why is your soul so weak?"
A sinister remnant soul, the Thousand Machine Demon, was smugly intruding into Li Feiyu's sea of consciousness.
In the eyes of the Thousand Machine Demon, this junior at the eighth level and tenth stage was pitifully weak. His soul defense was loose and full of loopholes, making him a piece of meat delivered to his door.
"Since you're so sensible, then this old man won't stand on ceremony!"
The Thousand Machine Demon let out a strange laugh, transformed into a giant ghost face, and pounced directly into the depths of Li Feiyu's sea of consciousness.
However, just as he was about to touch Li Feiyu's soul...
Li Feiyu's soul, which had been trembling, suddenly opened its eyes.
There was no fear in those eyes.
All that remains is a chilling calmness and ruthlessness!
"Old man, have you ever heard of 'luring the enemy into a trap'?"