novelden Chapter 602 I've Been a Weapon Cultivator All My Life
Chapter 602 I've Been a Weapon Cultivator All My Life
The bird of the Western Mountains has blue feathers and red markings.
Wherever it passed, the land was scorched for thousands of miles; this place is called Bifang.
The enormous one-legged fire crow slowly landed in front of Xue Lan, its body surrounded by cyan-red flames that scorched the ice on the ground, and three rings of burning golden flame patterns appeared in its pair of golden eyes.
That was Xue Lan's previous understanding of the Golden Crow Blazing Sun Flame, which was incorporated into Bi Fang during the fusion of the strange fire.
The enormous beast lowered its head slightly as it looked at the demon god. The flames burning on its body were stirred by the breeze, sending out several tiny sparks that drifted towards the young man.
The demon chuckled softly, without flinching.
The tiny blue-red sparks flew with the wind to the young man's side, and burst into flames the instant they touched the hem of his clothes.
The thin, frail young man was like a scarecrow placed in the field by an old farmer; he would catch fire at the slightest touch and be burned to ashes in just a few breaths.
Xue Tong, who had been watching this area closely, raised her hand and made a hand seal to create a protective shield for Gong Yuan behind her, then quickly spoke:
"Is he plotting something bad?"
Xue Tong couldn't believe that the remnant soul of a demon god could be burned so easily.
Xue Lan ignored the pile of ashes on the ground. The woman slowly turned around and looked in the direction where Xue Tong and the other person had gone. Several faint red lines appeared on her raised wrist, stretching far into the sky.
Beneath the red line, a mass of pitch-black demonic energy was rapidly advancing.
Xue Lan's voice carried a faint smile:
"Of course, after all, he is the Demon God."
The woman slightly beckoned with her finger, her expression calm and natural.
She hooked all the red thread wrapped around her wrist to her fingertips, then spoke in an extremely soft and understated voice:
"Certainly!"
The soft red thread hooked on her fingertip turned pitch black the moment Xue Lan was born, and flew towards the fleeing demonic energy with lightning speed.
Following closely behind was the scorching fire of Bifang.
The remnant soul of the demon god was powerful; Xue Lan's soul techniques could only affect it for a moment.
But even a moment is enough.
The red and blue fire crows teleported to the dark demonic energy, then suddenly lowered their heads and used their sharp white beaks to pull the fleeing demonic energy, along with the dark causal threads, out from under the ground.
The instant the demonic energy was pulled from the ground, a silver-white figure trailing colorful ribbons appeared behind it. The white wolf opened its mouth wide and swallowed the demonic energy whole.
Xue Lan slowly took a step forward, and in an instant, she traversed several miles to arrive beside Bi Fang:
"A thousand years have passed, and the Demon God is still the same."
"Have I not told you not to let your mind wander too much when you're fighting me?"
"Ho ho ho ho..."
A hoarse, strange laugh suddenly came from the body of the silver-white giant wolf. The tip of a blood-red halberd pierced through the wolf's belly, and a pitch-black hand emerged from the hole, followed by a row of strange, blood-red pupils.
The enormous white wolf lost its life the moment the demon god ripped open its abdomen. Its smooth, silvery-white fur withered within moments, and the demon god, holding it on the tip of his halberd, absorbed it into a crumpled mass of soul energy that floated silently behind him.
Xue Lan gently raised her hand, gathering all the soul energy that had dissipated from her body into her palm. Her gray-white eyes quietly gazed at the Demon God opposite her.
The once thin and frail young man had long since changed his appearance, with half of his body transformed into the form of a demonic body.
Xue Tong, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation, felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she looked at the Demon God.
The nine sons of the Demon God are his incarnations, and their true forms are partly inherited from this so-called father...
This shows how ugly and aesthetically displeasing this father is.
Half of the demon god's body still resembled a normal young man, while the other half was covered with ferocious, blood-red eyes, each a cold, vertical pupil, within which a hoarse, screaming demonic snake coiled.
The serpent's drooping tail was now outside its eyeballs, and when it swayed, it looked as if the demon was wearing a cloak covering its left shoulder.
"If you feel uncomfortable, then don't watch it."
Xue Lan spoke gently, a cold smile playing on her lips.
The woman glanced at the blood-red halberd in the demon god's hand, then gently raised her hand at her side:
“I remember that the Demon God didn’t use a halberd before.”
The Bifang, which had been standing behind Xue Lan, flew into the woman's hand the instant she raised it.
The blue and red flames intertwined, and after a moment, they transformed into a blue spear in Xue Lan's hand.
Crimson flames hung below the spear tip, transforming into a string of red tassels that fluttered continuously in the darkness.
The demon god smiled as he looked at the woman opposite him:
"Lord Wolf King, you didn't use a gun before."
The moment the young man finished speaking, a dark blue spearhead flew towards him.
The demon god's blood-red pupils shifted slightly before he swiftly raised his halberd to meet the challenge.
"Zheng!"
The intertwined demonic energy and flames surged in mid-air, bursting into a giant firework. The falling sparks transformed into a brilliant shower of stars, illuminating the darkness beneath their feet.
The once solid ground had long since become a viscous, pitch-black ocean, from which tens of thousands of pale arms stretched out. Each one struggled upwards, trying to grab onto something to drag down and cushion its fall.
Xue Lan smiled as she twirled the spear at her waist, the flames from its tip spreading out and drawing a bright circle of fire around her.
"Demon God..." Xue Lan smiled slightly as she looked at the Demon God opposite her:
"Xue Lan has been a weapon cultivator her whole life!"
"Those who make and repair tools will naturally have a wide range of expertise in casting hundreds of weapons and equipment."
"Forge hundreds of weapons and thousands of artifacts?"
The demon god let out a hoarse, maniacal laugh.
"Is this your method, Xue Lan?" The young man's body twisted strangely again, and the half of his body that was originally human-like continued to swell until it became a nauseating sight.
The demon's voice was even hoarser than before, like the roar of a wild beast:
"The fire that burns the world will not only destroy you."
Xue Lan did not respond to his words. The woman held a gun in her right hand and pointed her left hand like a sword at her brow. Her voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens, indescribably ethereal and otherworldly.
“Bifang carries flames and draws the earth into its prison.”
As the woman finished speaking, the fire circle that Xue Lan had drawn in front of her slowly fell to the ground, instantly trapping the ever-expanding black ocean beneath their feet. Any pale arms that touched the edge of the Bifang fire turned to ashes in an instant.
Xue Lan's voice was full of wildness and unruliness:
"Burning me alone is not enough, burning everyone behind me is not enough... burning the thousands of heroic souls of my Yuanming Realm is not enough."
The woman pointed the tip of her spear at the monster's forehead...
"Then, with you, the Demon God, I wonder if that's enough!"
The moment the woman finished speaking, the huge ring of fire beneath their feet rose from the ground and transformed into a massive blue cage, trapping both the demon god and Xue Lan inside.
"The Demon God is not a fool; he must know why I ignited the Bifang Fire within the Demon Core."
Xue Lan slowly raised her left hand, and a point of azure flame in her palm transformed into an exquisite bluebird.
Hundreds of the demon's blood-red eyes converged on the center, staring intently at the bluebird in Xue Lan's hand.
Xue Lan was resolute, no...
She cruelly addressed the demon god:
"He has a Heavenly Grade Wood Spirit Root."
The bluebird flew out of Xue Lan's palm, and the demon god released his demonic energy to chase after it, but was blocked by Xue Lan with his spear.
A bright blue light, trailing a crimson tail of flame, flew out of the huge blue cage and headed towards Xue Tong and the other person.
The woman's weak voice rang in Xue Tong's ears:
"Xiao Tong, follow the bluebird to find our Gong Yuan."
Let the two Gong Yuans meet and bring all the timelines together.
Xue Tong had already spotted the bluebird in the sky. The girl glanced at Gong Yuan behind her and decisively spoke:
"You need to take care of yourself."
After speaking, the girl led the middle-aged man as they chased the bluebird into the deeper darkness.
Xue Lan smiled with satisfaction.
She's growing to like Xue Tong more and more.
The woman's soul energy dissipated, and she looked like a tattered sack that couldn't hold anything. The smile on her lips was quite strange and frightening.
The dissipation of his soul energy is a good thing for Xue Lan.
Her dissipated soul energy wasn't enough to kill her here, but it provided a continuous source of fuel for the blue cage outside.
In other words, as long as Xue Lan remains in this cage, the fire of Bifang will never be extinguished, and the remnant soul of the demon god will never be able to escape.
But that's not enough...
Not thorough enough.
Xue Lan gently rubbed her temples, then called out to everyone she could contact in her mind:
"Everyone!"
The woman's cold voice suddenly rang in the minds of the inner demons and others, even Lu Feng, who was being hammered into the earth's veins by the demon high priest in the mountain valley and was almost cut in two.
"Within two hours, please set up a soul-locking array outside the altar. Xue Lan thanks you!"
"I really don't want to listen to her."
The inner demon, who had also formed Ji Shen into beads, chuckled softly, then flicked his sleeve and flew towards Lu Feng's direction:
"But it seems she said she wanted to kowtow in thanks."
The woman in white with white hair vanished from her spot in an instant. At the same time, Zhu He and the others, who were dealing with the demons by the altar, exchanged glances and then worked even harder to kill the demons.
Within the demon core, Xue Lan, sensing the actions of the people outside, gave the demon god a provocative smile, and several runes, barely noticeable to others, lit up in her gray-white pupils:
“In my Yuanming Realm, there are plenty of people willing to offer their bodies to feed the fire.”