The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 45 - 24 Collective Effort Against the Demon Sect_3

45: Chapter 24 Collective Effort Against the Demon Sect_3

45 -24 Collective Effort Against the Demon Sect_3

The Slaughter God Cone pierced through space, igniting countless bizarre phenomena.

The souls of the Innate Three Clans’ great army and the Fierce Beast Army, eroded and extinguished by the endless Chaos Qi, wailed miserably.

Their cries—accompanying the piercing shriek of the Slaughter God Cone—composed a requiem of the Asura Blood Hell.

Leading was the Slaughter God Cone, followed by countless ghostly wails, rolling up mountains of shredded flesh and ghastly white bones, overwhelming Li Qingming.

“What a Slaughter God Cone!”

Li Qingming summoned the Qiankun Map, frantically activating it.

The Bitter Bamboo rooted in Li Qingming’s Dantian also emitted waves of strange fluctuations.

“Zi, Zi!”

A grating noise came from the contact between the two.

The lonely ghosts didn’t fade away; instead, they continued their fierce screams.

They penetrated the defense of the Qiankun Map and once again burrowed towards Li Qingming.

Li Qingming, helpless, found no opportunity to defend against these Yin Souls.

He could only watch helplessly as shadows after shadows plunged into his body.

“Ling Lingling…”

Suddenly, a pleasant bell sound echoed from Li Qingming’s body.

“Whoosh”

A stalk of Bitter Bamboo, charged with purple aura, shot out from Li Qingming’s Dantian.

A visibly purple whirlwind rose from the ground.

It seemed to be an unfounded breeze, coming from nowhere.

The countless Evil Ghosts, as if seeing something terrifying, frantically shot back in the opposite direction away from Li Qingming.

Li Qingming, fully resisting the Slaughter God Cone, was somewhat baffled.

Ever since absorbing the Seven-Colored Divine Light in the previous attack, the Bitter Bamboo sank into a long slumber.

Now, it erupted in divine might again, capable of absorbing Yin Souls, entirely out of Li Qingming’s expectations.

“Squeak!”

Li Qingming no longer cared about those Yin Souls and strained to operate the Qiankun Map.

As Li Qingming continued to infuse Yuqing True Essence into it, the rivers and mountains carved on it became increasingly distinct.

“Boom!”

Finally, the rivers and mountains manifested out of the Void.

The Slaughter God Cone, shimmering with dim light, suddenly found emptiness in front of it, plunging into the vast expanse of rivers and mountains.

Moluo, controlling the Slaughter God Cone, flailed around like a headless fly in this realm.

“Hahaha, Moluo!

What are you doing?

Playing hide and seek?

Hahaha…” Li Qingquan couldn’t help but laugh out loud from the side.

Moluo cast a sullen glance at Li Qingquan and again poured Demon Essence into the Slaughter God Cone.

The tiny Slaughter God Cone suddenly swelled up.

It quickly became as large as a mountain, devastating the surrounding Heaven and Earth.

“Damn, this guy is really twisted!” Li Qingming, who had slightly relaxed, was checking on the Bitter Bamboo.

In the blink of an eye, turning his head, he found the realm manifested by the Qiankun Map already in tatters.

“Fine, if I can’t beat you, I’ll refine you to death!” Li Qingming gritted his teeth.

“Qiankun Tripod, come forth!”

A simple-looking small tripod appeared out of nowhere above them.

This small tripod, no more than an inch tall, lacked dazzling brilliance or terrifying mana fluctuations.

What it possessed were naturalness and grandeur.

Although small, it gave off an imposing sense, as if it were not just a tripod but a realm, a landscape, a world where Taoism naturally resides.

“Heaven and Earth of Qian and Kun, the source of all things!

Tripod transforming Qiankun, smelting all matter!

Refine for me!”

The Qiankun Tripod suddenly flipped over, its mouth facing towards Moluo, and with a powerful suction, it drew in both the Slaughter God Cone and Moluo.

“Boom!”

A dark, purple-tinged flame burst forth from Li Qingming’s palm.

With a flick of his hand, the flame fluttered into the Qiankun Tripod.

“Ah!

You whelp, you are truly despicable!” A pained wail came from inside the tripod.

“Heh heh, Moluo!

I’m going to turn you into an Elixir, to feed my Xiong Da!” Li Qingming chuckled, continuing to toss one after another black flame into the tripod.

The Bitter Bamboo in mid-air had absorbed enough Yin Souls, let out a full burp, and leisurely returned into Li Qingming’s Dantian.

Soon, Moluo in the tripod was refined into slag, and the masterless Slaughter God Cone was summoned out of the tripod by Li Qingming.

Stroking the Slaughter God Cone, Li Qingming chuckled cunningly and said:

“Haha, indeed a precious treasure!”

(These upcoming days one update per day—however, please rest assured, friends, they’re all lengthy chapters!

I’ll be making some edits these days!)