Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Blood Evil 6 Demon Talisman

Flying Swords and Thunder Techniques were considered the two fiercest methods in Magical Combat between Cultivators. Even Demon Sects possessed their own various Qimen Flying Swords and Yin Thunder Demon Thunder.

The Sword Light Song Min unleashed with her full power was so blinding that a single glance made Yang Jing feel as if his eyes would be pierced.

The beam of Sword Light stretched dozens of feet long, shooting up from the ground like a rainbow.

An ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator would have been cut down on sight by this rushing rainbow of light. But the Demon Shadow in the sky remained completely unfazed. It first raised a Yin Banner, releasing waves of Profound Yin Demon Qi to protect itself, before exhaling clouds of Demon Flame.

This Demon Flame was as viscous as slurry. Although the Sword Light sliced it apart with ease, the flame instantly reformed, attempting to envelop the Sword Light within it.

The Sword Light darted back and forth, charging wildly through the thick Demon Flame. It finally, and with great difficulty, broke through to the Demon Shadow’s inner perimeter and circled around it, attempting to slice it in two at the waist.

The moment the Taiyin Demon Qi from the Yin Banner touched the Sword Qi, it surged like a tide, walling off the incomparably sharp Sword Light.

Realizing it couldn’t land a decisive blow, the Sword Qi sliced through the layers of Demon Flame once more and retreated.

Song Min reappeared, her heart sinking. ’My attack failed. It seems my opponent is also a true disciple of the Dark Spring Demon Sect. Their Cultivation Technique and Spiritual Artifacts are in no way inferior to mine.’

The next moment, with a flicker of Sword Light, she vanished.

A crimson streak shot across the sky as the Three Capitals Blood Demon Mosquito Mother’s sharp stinger pierced the empty air where Song Min had just stood.

Song Min was fighting two against one, pitting her Sword Light directly against the Demon Shadow and the Three Capitals Blood Demon Mosquito Mother. The collision of their Magical Power sent the Spiritual Qi above Huashan County into a raging boil as the wind howled furiously.

Down in Huashan County, Yang Jing was not having an easy time either. Although Song Min’s attack had killed ninety percent of the Blood Shadow Mosquitoes, over ten thousand of them still remained within the county.

Yang Jing activated a Golden Light Talisman, shielding his body.

Unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t want to reveal his True Yang Body cultivation where Biyuan Ancestor might learn of it. ’This Cultivation Technique is just too effective against Demons and Demon Sects,’ he thought. ’If I expose it, the Demon Cultivators will see me as a thorn in their side. They went to great lengths to annihilate the Nine Yang Sect, so they’re extremely sensitive about it.’

Yang Jing harbored another secret worry. ’A true disciple of the Taixu Sword Sect like Song Min, whose power is nearly unrivaled among her peers, is completely unknown in the future. It’s highly likely she’s going to die in this battle.’

’In a ruined nest, can any egg remain unbroken? If Song Min dies, my situation will become extremely dangerous.’

’The only thing I can do now is ring the Demon Alarm Bell and summon reinforcements from Fuyuan City.’

Yang Jing’s resolve hardened. He immediately activated a Wind-controlling Talisman, then used Cloud Escape to accelerate, braving the now-thinned swarm of Blood Shadow Mosquitoes as he charged toward the Bell Tower. He pushed his speed to its absolute limit. With a single push-off from a rooftop, he could launch himself more than a hundred feet.

Even beating their blood-red wings frantically, the Blood Shadow Mosquitoes struggled to keep up with him.

Huashan County wasn’t very large, and moments later, the Bell Tower was right before him.

Yang Jing vaulted into the air, landed inside the Bell Tower, and cast a Red Fire Spell behind him.

Although Yu Yingwu was ambitious but foolish, fierce in appearance but timid at heart, his skill with Fire Element Magic was still commendable. Yang Jing mimicked Yu Yingwu’s technique, condensing the Red Spiritual Fire into a Fire Dragon.

The turbulent Fire Dragon roared as it charged into the swarm of Blood Shadow Mosquitoes.

Vast numbers of Blood Shadow Mosquitoes were ignited, falling to the ground as flaming specks. For a moment, the scene resembled a shower of fireworks, a rain of sparks.

A few moments later, the Fire Dragon’s Magical Power was depleted, and it sputtered out, leaving only dwindling embers in the air. The remaining Blood Shadow Mosquitoes, heedless of death, split into several swarms and surrounded the Bell Tower from all sides.

Yang Jing took out his Beast Taming Bag. Since the two Foundation Establishment Cultivators battling in the sky couldn’t see inside the Bell Tower, he released Iron Head without worry.

“Iron Head, hold off these Demon Mosquitoes. Don’t let them get to me.”

Upon emerging from the Beast Taming Bag and hearing Yang Jing’s command, Iron Head’s body instantly swelled, transforming into a massive Demon Dog the size of a tiger.

The swarm of mosquitoes descended upon its body, but their stingers, sharp enough to pierce a Golden Light Talisman, were utterly unable to penetrate Iron Head’s hide. Iron Head merely had to circulate its Celestial True Yang, and the Blood Shadow Mosquitoes fell to the ground with a series of sharp CRACKLES.

It was, after all, a Celestial Demon Descendant, innately possessing a High-level True Demon Body. Furthermore, having been strengthened by the Body Refining Technique of the True Yang Body, its physical resilience was no less than that of a Middle Grade Defensive Spiritual Artifact.

Iron Head thrashed about—pouncing, biting, and swatting with its tail—while periodically condensing its Magical Power into Jade Water Needles to shoot down any Blood Shadow Mosquitoes that tried to slip past.

Yang Jing grew more vigilant as he approached the large bell in the center. The massive Demon Alarm Bell was completely caked in corrupted blood, almost entirely obscuring its original dusky-yellow surface. The blood was incredibly viscous and heavy, like tar, and bubbles would periodically form and pop across its surface.

Corrupted blood dripped steadily from the bell, forming puddles on the blue-brick floor.

On the ground lay seven or eight mutilated corpses. Their mangled limbs revealed pale, bloodless muscle. They must have been the Soldiers assigned to guard the Demon Alarm Bell. Judging from the wounds, they had been beheaded first, then their limbs and flesh had been torn away.

’This wasn’t the work of the Blood Shadow Mosquitoes.’

Though only twenty or thirty feet away, Iron Head’s roars sounded muffled, as if passing through a curtain of water.

Golden arcs of light occasionally flared across the Demon Alarm Bell, piercing the corrupted blood. These were the bell’s innate Restrictions fighting back against the corrosion. However, the viscous substance seemed to have a life of its own, rapidly sealing the breaches and rendering the bell’s resistance futile.

Without hesitating, Yang Jing took a Cyan Thunder Talisman from his Storage Bag and activated it with his Magical Power.

A blinding flash of lightning erupted inside the Bell Tower. Nearby, Iron Head’s roars suddenly became sharp and clear, as some strange, corrupting presence around Yang Jing receded.

The next moment, a Blood Evil Demon leaped from the corrupted blood and pounced straight at Yang Jing.

This Blood Evil Demon had a hideous face, covered in pustules of varying sizes that overflowed with a yellow-green pus. Its arms were as withered as a mummy’s, its fingernails as long and sharp as daggers. Its body was covered in scarlet Demon Scales, with tufts of green fur sprouting from between them.

The moment it appeared, it brought with it the nauseating stench of putrid blood.

“I was waiting for you!”

Yang Jing released the Cyan Thunder Talisman and shot out his hand, grabbing the Blood Evil Demon’s head. Before it could claw at him, he squeezed his palm and popped the Blood Evil Demon’s head.

A flicker of confusion crossed the Blood Evil Demon’s face before it died. ’I’m an Outer Celestial Demon… I don’t have a physical body. My form in the Nine Heavens World is just a mass of Blood Evil. How did this person grab me?’

The dead Blood Evil Demon collapsed to the ground, dissolving completely into a pool of pus and blood.

With one Blood Evil Demon gone, the layer of corrupted blood on the Demon Alarm Bell instantly thinned and began to seethe and tremble.

The Blood Evil Six Demon Talisman, being a creation of the Demon Sects, was designed only to summon the six demons to defile a Magical Artifact; it offered no method for dealing with them afterward. In fact, the most detested aspect of this Talisman was how troublesome the Blood Evil Six Demons were to handle.

Although these six demons were not high-level and couldn’t possess a Cultivator like a Five Aggregates Demon, they could escape via blood and even transform into corrupted blood to hide on a Magical Artifact. Only a handful of techniques could dispel them.

For most Cultivators, the only way to completely exterminate them was to destroy the defiled Magical Artifact along with them.

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