PFC Chapter 541: The Ancient Evil
Chapter 541: The Ancient Evil
The night was bleak, and a chilling wind blew back.
Chen Futu glanced at the village and gestured for Wen Ruyu and Xiaobai to retreat first. Even if there was a big battle, it should not take place in the village, otherwise innocent people would be implicated.
As the three left the village, the black mist followed them relentlessly, and the chilling laughter seemed to come from the depths of hell.
When they reached an open area, Chen Futu stopped moving.
The black mist twisted and gradually revealed a human figure inside. It was a boy with eyes as black as obsidian, without any whites, and when he smiled, he had small, white teeth like serrated teeth.
"The system, is it this one?"
Yes, please bear with this anecdote, and the system will reward you handsomely.
"Can't you just let me have a moment's peace? By now, you should have some information about him, right?"
The mechanical voice of the system echoed in his mind, and the boy's information was gradually revealed.
The boy was the first ancestor of the Baiye clan, but he was already dead and controlled by an indescribable curse.
The White Night Clan fled, and the curse in the earth's veins controlled the corpse of the progenitor to escape, wanting to capture all members of the White Night Clan and bring them back to continue to be punished. Moreover, the Holy Emperor intervened, and the cause and effect fell on the Holy Emperor.
"So the body in that coffin is not that of the Yuanzu."
The coffin contains the keepsakes of the successive leaders of the White Night clan.
"Never mind all that, killing me won't be that easy. What level is he at now?"
[His skill level reached that of a Martial Arts Saint, and his physical body that of an Ancient Saint.]
"System, can you be a little more reliable? How am I supposed to fight the Great Sage right now?"
Ding!
[Does the host wish to have clay molded?]
"Of course!"
Chen Futu wouldn't be that stupid. If it were the Holy King, the three of them could put up a fight together, but as for the Great Sage, forget it, it's just asking for trouble.
While he was thinking, the boy suddenly raised his hand and grabbed, and Dian Wei, who was leading a group of people who were about to make a move in the distance, was suddenly pulled towards him.
"Husband!"
Luo Wushuang screamed in horror, her eyes suddenly turning red.
Caught off guard, Dian Wei, in a fit of shock and rage, swung his double halberds at the boy.
It was too late; the boy's pale little hand plunged fiercely into his chest.
"Die!"
"Dian Wei!"
"Silly!"
Chen Futu and Xiaobai joined forces to suppress the boy in horror, but it was too late. Dian Wei was covered in blood, and his double halberds struck the boy's face hard, but they didn't leave a single scratch. Even his weapons were blown away by the terrifying black true energy.
Dian Wei's arms were cracked from the shock, and in despair, he reached out his hand to Chen Futu, saying sadly, "My lord, Dian Wei is gone—"
"No!"
At this moment, Chen Futu felt his hands and feet turn cold. He saw that the two rescue attacks were slowed down by something and could not reach him. The boy gave Chen Futu and the other two a sinister smile, and Dian Wei's entire burly body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, all that was left in the boy's hand was a human skin.
"General Dian Wei!"
On the desolate plains, the soldiers were terrified. Luo Wushuang knelt on the ground and cried out, "My husband!"
The boy was very smug. Looking at the stunned Chen Futu and the other two, he threw the human skin to the ground, stomped on it hard, grinned with his jagged white teeth, and let out a sharp laugh. This was a complete provocation.
"How could this happen..."
Chen Futu stared at the gray human skin, unable to accept the tragic end of his trusted and beloved general.
Little White had already rushed forward.
Knowing how formidable she was, the boy dodged left and right, but his sudden attacks were exceptionally vicious. He punched Xiaobai so hard that blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and then grabbed Xiaobai's head, intending to repeat the same trick.
"Little White isn't afraid of you!"
The little girl went berserk, unleashing a golden-red aura that caused her strength to surge rapidly.
"Berserk mode is useless; it has too many weaknesses."
The boy spoke coldly, then suddenly struck Xiaobai's heart with his palm. Xiaobai's cultivation, which had not yet improved, came to an abrupt halt, and her vision went black; she fell silent.
"damn it!"
Wen Ruyu attacked, striking the boy squarely in the face.
The boy tilted his head, tossed aside the unconscious Xiaobai, and gave Wen Ruyu a cruel smile, "Martial Saint, nothing more than an insect."
The young man was instantly close to Wen Ruyu, and the black gust of wind he created in that instant completely extinguished her will to fight. She froze, her defenses wide open, staring desperately into the young man's sinister eyes, tears streaming down her beautiful face. "Don't kill me..."
This kind of opponent is completely beyond her reach. Xiaobai, as a system bug, has an overpowered physique, but she is different. With her physique, she can't even withstand a casual punch from the opponent.
What kind of Martial Saint is he? He's nothing compared to the Great Martial Saint.
"Pink Skull".
The young man raised his hand and struck out with a hum. The Imperial Seal of the State suddenly appeared in front of Wen Ruyu. The next second, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique struck heavily on the young man's neck.
Wen Ruyu was blown away by the imperial aura, while the boy merely shook his neck before his dark eyes locked onto Chen Futu.
Chen Futu, sword in hand, stared at him, his aura fluctuating wildly, his handsome face almost distorted. "You killed my beloved general! I must kill you today!"
"A mere Martial Saint dares to speak so arrogantly."
"cut!"
Chen Futu swung his sword wildly, causing the wasteland to tremble, the sharp sword energy impenetrable.
With the dual blessing of Reverse Scale and Supreme Yang, from the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique to the Startling Swan, and then the Dragon Emperor's Instant Prison Kill!
The boy was slashed and sent flying left and right, but Chen Futu's all-out attack still couldn't do anything to him, only leaving some cuts on his body.
This young man is incredibly strong. He has the cultivation of a Great Sage, but his physical strength far exceeds the attack limit of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, after all, he was an Ancient Sage in his previous life.
"Finished? It's my turn."
The boy gradually adapted to the power of Chen Futu's sword aura attacks. He stood up, casually twisted his neck, and then slapped away the sweeping sword energy. When he arrived in front of Chen Futu, he crushed the last sword aura. "The bloodline of the Holy Emperor Dragon Emperor, is this all you've got? Why not offer your flesh and blood to the earth veins to settle the karma?"
"You filthy thing, do you think you have me under your thumb?"
With the blessing of the nation's fortune, Chen Futu's cultivation level is at least at the Saint King level, while this young man's cultivation level is too outrageous.
Even if he was no match for the emperor, how could he retreat as the Holy Emperor? Chen Futu raised his sword and slashed down again, but the young man waved his hand and sent the dragon flying. Then he used his qi to imprison Chen Futu. "Releasing the Baiye clan without authorization is an unforgivable crime."
"I don't care who you are, but if you come to the Great Xia to cause trouble, I will never forgive you!"
"System! Use clay!"
[Please fabricate a target character.]
"Dian Wei, the ancient evil one!"
[The current target has been detected dead. The host is recreating and fusing the combat power of the ancient evil. Double the amount of embryonic soil is required.]
"Fabricated? I'm done with this!"
[Creation complete. As this is the host's first time using Twin Earth Fusion Creation, one Super-Tier Combat Power is hereby granted.]
[Dian Wei, the Ancient Evil One, possesses a time-limited, super-tier combat power equivalent to an Ancient Saint, lasting for one hour.]