I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world Chapter 45 - 45 45 White Bone Demon

Chapter 45: Chapter 45 White Bone Demon Chapter 45: Chapter 45 White Bone Demon “Choosing to face it alone? Then he doesn’t need to leave just because strong individuals from Divine Soldiers Valley arrive.”

Liang Hui murmured in his heart.

He shouldered the longbow and quiver that were set aside and gripped the spear tightly.

“Then today, let’s make a trip to the City Lord’s Mansion.”

“We’ll set out after the sun sets.”

Tang Tang looked up at the sun, which was about to sink below the horizon.

Both of them were decisive people and quickly settled on a ti to investigate.

…

Night fell!

Burntwood City, City Lord’s Mansion.

The City Lord’s Mansion’s backyard was usually where the city lord and his family rested and lived, rarely visited by constables and generals.

But at this mont, the backyard was teeming with figures; it was unclear if there were dozens or hundreds of people.

So of them were exquisitely dressed noblewon and beautiful matrons, while others were rough n in constable attire.

However, all of them stood in the backyard with a dull expression, foolishly swaying.

In the city lord’s main bedroom, the door was wide open.

A black-clad Taoist with a feathered crown and sash, slender, and with a cold and gloomy face, sat cross-legged.

Behind him, two tall and burly n, yet with dull expressions, stood guard to his left and right.

An ancient incense burner, the size of a fist, was also suspended above their heads.

From the incense burner rose cold, ink-black smoke that enveloped the black-clad Taoist.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sound of bones rubbing echoed through the space.

A white skeleton, as if carved from jade, sat before the crowd.

One by one, the foolish figures approached the white skeleton and extended their arms.

The skeleton’s jaw opened wide and bit down.

The faces of those being drained turned visibly pale.

anwhile, the green ghostly flas in the skeleton’s eye sockets grew larger, and bloodstains began to appear on its jade-like bones before vanishing again.

This cycle repeated as if it intended to nourish the white skeleton with the blood of millions.

“If it weren’t for the suppression from those of the righteous path at the Yuan Yang Sect, why would I deign to hide here and collaborate with a re martial artist?”

“It’s just slaughtering so villages, after all.”

The smoke that wrapped around the black-clad Taoist’s body dispersed, revealing his grim and resentful face.

“Eh! Two rats have broken in.”

Suddenly, his gaze shifted to the exterior of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Then, with a thought, the two burly Great Han behind him drew their swords and shields and took up a defensive position in front of him.

At the sa ti, the little ghosts circling inside the incense burner, accompanied by the ink-black smoke, soared up into the air.

…

Liang Hui and Tang Tang, dressed in ordinary attire and wearing striking masks, leaped into the City Lord’s Mansion.

Cold!

Extrely cold!

The chill seeped like tiny snakes into every part of their bodies.

Only after the flow of their Qi-Blood and Inner Strength did the discomfort dissipate.

“A Taoist, and moreover, a Cultivator of the Demonic Path of no low Realm!”

Tang Tang’s face under the mask was filled with solemnity.

As a disciple of Divine Soldiers Valley, just by sensing the surrounding aura, he had made his judgnt.

And to confront a true Taoist whose strength was unknown…

Fight!

It was undoubtedly a great risk.

Without hesitation, he imdiately spoke, “Let’s leave first.”

“We can’t get away.”

Liang Hui’s Qi-Blood surged, and with Inner Strength mixed in, his green spear suddenly thrust forward.

Then he swept it across.

Ah!

Piercing cries echoed in their ears.

Two small figures appeared in mid-air, continuously crying and cursing within the pitch-black smoke.

Seeing one of the little ghosts with an honest face and chubby appearance, Liang Hui’s expression under the mask grew even colder.

The spear tore through the air as he thrust it again.

Simultaneously, a hand imbued with dark black Inner Strength pressed against the back of the two ghost’s heads.

Bang! Rip!

The two ghosts dissipated slowly, like clouds of smoke, with a trace of relief on their ghostly faces.

“Raising little ghosts, truly deserves death!”

“No more wandering, no more killing this Daoist, the thoughts are not clear.”

Liang Hui’s mind recalled the description of raising little ghosts from the “Yellow Sand Minor Scripture.”

While alive, they used secret techniques to control children, forcing them to kill their own parents in the most grueso ways, then crafted the children using secret techniques to possibly turn them into little ghosts.

Even the Taoist Scripture showed disdain for this thod.

“Judging from the strength of the little ghosts, their master is strong but should still be within our capability to handle, we can kill him.”

Liang Hui calmly analyzed as he watched the place where the little ghost had vanished.

“Then we kill! Act without restraint, Divine Soldiers Valley will bear all consequences.”

In a low murmur, they rushed towards the place where the cold, sinister energy was the thickest.

Liang Hui followed Tang Tang’s pace, walking shoulder to shoulder with him.

Each person exuded a bone-chilling murderous intent.

Bang! Bang!

In just a few breaths, the two had already arrived in the backyard.

At first sight, they saw the White Jade Skeleton lurking before the crowd and the Daoist in black sitting in the main bedroom with a sullen face.

“The ‘White Bone Demon Technique,’ one of the seventy-two inheritances of the nefarious path, he’s more difficult to deal with than I imagined.”

“To cultivate the white bones to this extent, he must be at least a Daoist in the Warm Nurturing Phase.”

Tang Tang whispered, his words full of wariness.

Such words were doubtless an explanation for Liang Hui, who ca from a loose cultivator background.

“Why would you youngsters from Divine Soldiers Valley want to wade into these muddy waters?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to pretend you haven’t investigated anything at all?”

The deep voice had not yet fallen.

The White Bone on the ground leapt up, charging at Tang Tang.

anwhile, Tang Tang gripped his heavy hamr, lunging forward with a speed just slightly slower than the White Jade Skeleton.

Boom!

The ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch.

The bone hand, white like jade, was firmly blocking the heavy hamr the size of a millstone.

There was no retreat, in fact, Tang Tang took a small step back.

She looked at the deep palm print on the hamr, her eyes burning with even more intense killing intent.

The stronger the White Bone Demon, the more souls it represented had been brutally murdered.

She powered her legs and charged again.

At that mont, Liang Hui had already entered the main bedroom.

Blue radiance wrapped around the long spear, like a green python, lashing out towards the burly Great Han standing in front of the black-robed Daoist.

The room was filled with the sound of the air being violently pulled.

The black-robed cultivator, with a leisurely smile on his face, comnted, “Not bad speed and strength, and the talent in Inner Strength is also remarkable.”

“But, it’s not enough!”

The two corpses in front of him were materials for zombies, top-tier Bone Refining Martial Artists.

Refined with all kinds of rare treasures too.

Ha!

The whip-like strike suddenly turned into a stab at an extre velocity.

This almost inconceivable change allowed the long spear to pierce through the eye socket of one corpse, bursting its head.

Simultaneously, he powered his legs and leapt to the left.

The spear in his hand carried a strong gust of wind as he whipped it towards another corpse on the left.

Under such a strike, the neck of the corpse only revealed a shallow wound.

Black corpse blood continuously flowed out from it.

Just as Liang Hui landed, pitch-dark smoke rose from where he had been standing.

Rising!

A slender column of smoke instantly penetrated the roof.

Leaving deep corrosive marks on the ground.

Liang Hui looked indifferently at the black-robed Daoist, whose face was full of gloom.

In ‘entering dreams,’ his combat experience was plenty.

How could he let a few words disturb his mindset?

His long spear stabbed out again, entering through the wound in the corpse’s neck.

Piercing through flesh and blood, shattering bone, it broke the neck.

Thud!

The head fell between the two.