parentshiftbook Chapter 142: The Holy Land Demon City
Chapter 142: The Holy Land Demon City
Inside the secret room, Zhang Ping was alone, with three piles of materials in front of him.
The moment the door to the secret room closed completely, the luminous stones embedded in the surrounding walls slowly emitted light, illuminating the room.
Zhang Ping's calm expression was finally broken, a hint of wistfulness in his eyes: "I never imagined that I would imprint the abilities of the three-headed demon king on them all. Counting Shan Ze, this is already the fourth one."
There was a hint of strangeness in his tone.
He recalled that from the initial branding of donkey whip marks and ox strength marks, to the abilities of some strange beasts, until now, it seemed that they had basically all become the abilities of demons.
Although he believed that as long as someone was capable, they were worth branding, he still felt something was off.
"Forget it, let's not think about that for now." Zhang Ping shook his head and then began preparing the beast-pattern brand.
......
Fu Huiying and Lu Wanrou were in the pavilion outside the building where the secret room was located.
Several plates of tea and snacks were laid out on the table. The two sat facing each other in a quiet atmosphere.
Lu Wanrou idly swirled the teacup in her hand, then suddenly asked, "Sister Fu, do you think this demonic chaos will eventually be quelled?"
"I don't know." Fu Huiying shook her head, then smiled and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask about this, Rou-mei?"
"I was just thinking, what should we do if we really can't defeat the demons in the end?" Lu Wanrou said casually, but with a hint of worry in her voice.
"If we really can't defeat the demons... perhaps we'll have no choice but to run away." Fu Huiying's tone was tinged with emotion.
She couldn't see through or explain the bigger picture. Within the Great Wei territory, probably no one could have predicted the final outcome.
However, they learned from ancient texts that a demonic upheaval had occurred more than three thousand years ago, and that humanity had successfully quelled the disaster. Perhaps, their generation could do the same.
People today are not necessarily inferior to those of the past, and modern methods are not necessarily inferior to ancient methods.
"But what if we really find a way out, but still can't defeat the demons and have to follow Brother Zhang? What will happen to the remaining people?" Perhaps out of sheer boredom, Lu Wanrou continued on this topic.
Fu Huiying was slightly taken aback and unconsciously glanced in the direction of the secret room.
If it really comes to that, they'll probably have no choice but to follow that young man... He won't abandon them. As for the people of Great Wei...
She was speechless for a moment, unsure how to answer.
Even now, with the chaos caused by demons, warriors have suffered heavy losses on the battlefield, yet they continue to fight on.
However, this war also brought countless demon materials, which could be used to refine secret medicines and help martial artists improve their cultivation, thus inadvertently promoting the advancement of martial arts in the Great Wei Dynasty.
Many people mention this when discussing the chaos caused by demons. Even when they go out of the city with the ladies of wealthy families, they often talk about it.
But no one ever mentions the common people. It seems that in this world, no one pays any attention to ordinary people.
boom--
Suddenly, the earth shook violently.
The two men's expressions changed drastically, but they both breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that the source of the tremor was the secret room.
Before Zhang Ping went in, he specifically instructed that no matter what happened inside, there was no need to be surprised.
"What is Brother Zhang doing? Is he trying to improve his cultivation?" Lu Wanrou was still somewhat puzzled.
Fu Huiying shook her head without answering, but her gaze remained fixed on the direction of the secret room.
Inside the secret chamber, the materials for the amethyst wings, along with two other piles of materials, turned into liquid and slowly merged into Zhang Ping's back.
His clothes instantly ripped apart, and a pair of pale purple wings suddenly appeared on his smooth, strong back, faintly visible in the dim light.
Zhang Ping's aura also continued to rise until it approached the threshold of the Essence Blood Realm, at which point it slowly stopped.
After a long while, Zhang Ping exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes suddenly opened, and a faint purple light shone in them: "So that's how it is, the wind attribute affinity manifests in this form."
He touched the invisible wing pattern on his back with his other hand, and with a thought, the pattern behind him instantly emitted a purple halo, and a pair of amethyst wings over ten meters long suddenly unfolded, occupying most of the secret room!
"The Amethyst Wings granted by my wind affinity will further enhance my aerial speed!"
This was an unexpected delight, and a smile appeared on Zhang Ping's face.
His martial arts system cultivation has not yet reached the Marrow Infusion Realm. He has always relied on the power of beast patterns to fly, and his speed is not slow, even surpassing many Marrow Infusion Realm martial artists who rely on blood and qi to fly.
But ever since he learned that Qi and blood could be cultivated to develop attributes, he couldn't help but wonder: if he encountered a wind-attribute Qi and blood martial artist in the future, would his speed still be superior?
Now that I have these amethyst wings, I can finally relax a little.
Unfortunately, the secret room was too small to allow him to test his current speed.
Thinking about how many secrets he had, he lost all desire to run out and test his wings at that moment.
"Keep branding!"
Only a slight tremor was heard in the secret room before it fell silent again.
However, both women in the pavilion clearly felt the fleeting fluctuation of qi and blood just now.
"It seems Brother Zhang is truly cultivating." Lu Wanrou brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, suppressing her curiosity, then said expectantly, "Sister Fu, Brother Zhang said he'll resolve our cultivation issues in a few days, and then we can quickly improve our cultivation levels!"
Fu Huiying's beautiful eyes curved into a smile: "When did he say that?"
"Just last night... Oh right, you seemed to have fainted then." Lu Wanrou seemed to suddenly remember something and covered her mouth with a soft laugh.
These words provoked Fu Huiying to raise her hand as if to hit her, and the atmosphere instantly became lighter.
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Southern Xinjiang, eastern border.
The entire area was deathly silent.
Since being completely shrouded in dark clouds, no life has ever appeared here again. Even demons keep their distance and dare not approach.
At this moment, the dark clouds that had been calm over the Eastern Territory for months suddenly began to churn violently.
A rift spanning thousands of miles suddenly appeared in the sky above the eastern border, stretching from the coast all the way to the heart of southern Xinjiang.
Countless demons looked up and saw the crack in the sky, instantly unleashing a frenzied celebration!
They all knew that the feast promised by the Demon Lord had finally arrived!
A majestic voice resounded throughout the entire southern border: "All demon tribes shall jointly accept the baptism of the primordial chaos!"
Snap— Boom!
Above the sky, the thousand-mile-long rift suddenly exploded, revealing the gray and misty world inside.
Countless demons immediately knelt on the ground and looked up in worship.
Through the crack, one could see a colossal headless demonic corpse clad in ancient armor standing tall in that hazy gray world. The blood-red giant axe in its hand was ancient and heavy, exuding an indescribable eeriness.
The Demon Lord's figure hovered outside the crack, his back to the demons and his face to the enormous body of Xing Tian.
Behind him stood the three demon kings: Black Tiger King, Sha Kui, and Flame King.
"The seal has finally been broken by me..." The Demon Lord's voice trembled slightly, but his expression remained unusually calm.
He slowly raised his hand, as if to embrace the enormous demonic corpse.
The demonic corpse rapidly expanded within the crack until it filled the entire crack.
Powerful, primal forces surged from the demon's corpse, bursting through the cracks and showering down upon countless demons below.
This thousand-mile-long rift has become an outlet for the savage power!
First to bear the brunt was the Demon Lord at the forefront, followed by the three-headed demon king behind him.
Under the onslaught of primal forces, the bodies of the three-headed demon kings gradually underwent mutations, and an even more powerful force began to resurface within them.
Below, on the earth, countless demons were also bathed in this baptism, their demonic aura rising steadily.
Boom—
It seemed that the act of stealing the power of the demon corpse had angered the heavens, for countless golden chains suddenly appeared in the sky, scattered like a spider web, radiating a righteous and orthodox power, and began to suppress and shrink the crack.
The crack gradually shrank, and after half an hour, it was only the size of a doorway.
"Almost there." A strange six-pointed star pattern suddenly appeared on the forehead of the Demon Lord's ordinary middle-aged face.
He rapidly changed hand seals, managing to firmly hold the crack in place, which was on the verge of closing. A continuous stream of primal energy continued to flow from within.
"This place is the sacred training ground of my demon race—Demon City!"
As soon as the Demon Lord finished speaking, the demons below erupted in a deafening cheer, shouting repeatedly:
"The Demon Castle!"
"The Demon Castle!"
"..."