PFC Chapter 1589 - 425: This Is Called Communication, Jiu Nian Reveals His True Colors
Chapter 1589 - 425: This Is Called Communication, Jiu Nian Reveals His True Colors
To the west of the Black Mountain Demon King's territory lies the realm of the Immovable Immortal Dynasty; the hungry ghosts come from this side.In the dark and eerie forest, ghost qi fills the air, yin qi billows, and beneath the mountains lies a vast palace.
A person wearing a black robe and a mask sits on the throne, with a Great Demon and two Big Ghosts below.
"My lord, as long as the mountains remain, there will be wood to burn; it's better to leave now.
These people obviously want to trap you, My Lord, and prevent our escape.
The foundation here cannot be taken; it's bound to be lost."
The Great Demon, exhibiting some characteristics of a demon, earnestly advised.
The Black Mountain Demon King, seated above, remained silent for a long time before speaking.
"Send a message to the previous one."
The Great Demon wanted to say more but, seeing the Black Mountain Demon King's firmness, could only take out a scale, activate it, and throw it.
A thread of Demonic Qi rose from the black scale, as swirling demonic qi and demon qi slowly condensed into a strange young man.
"Black Mountain, have you made up your mind?"
"If you have a way to help me through this tribulation, I'll follow you, but I want to establish an ancient contract with you."
The strange young man thought for a moment and nodded.
"If it's only you, then it's acceptable."
The Black Robed Man stepped down, stood opposite the strange young man, and together, they recited ancient spells, forming an irreversible contract.
After establishing it, the strange young man glanced at the nearby Great Demon.
The Black Mountain Demon King acted immediately, subduing the Great Demon, as the strange young man transformed into rolling black smoke, continuously entering his body.
The Great Demon was shocked, watching as demonic qi emerged from him. As he began to struggle, the Black Mountain Demon King spoke.
"This is a necessary process; we must show sincerity. If one is unwilling to become a demon, where lies the sincerity?"
Enduring the massive change, the Great Demon began to transform, only to realize that his Demon Soul was being devoured during the process.
At this point, struggling proved useless.
Moments later, the Great Demon re-opened his eyes, now carrying a touch of mysterious aura, as demonic qi and demon qi intermingled, elevating his presence.
"Barely reached the Third Tribulation; it should suffice. You must hurry."
The strange Great Demon moved his body, flicked his fingers, letting a wisp of demonic qi enter the Black Mountain Demon King, then transformed into a streak of light that flew out of the hall.
The Black Mountain Demon King glanced at the two remaining Ghost Kings.
"You should go as well."
Once the hall was empty, the Black Mountain Demon King returned to the throne, his form gradually diminishing as if merging with the throne.
At the border of the territory, the Ghost Domain seemed to drag the sky's curtain, inching closer.
Yang's eyes turned draconic, staring into the depths of the Black Mountain Demon King's territory, a cold sneer escaping his lips.
"So Jiu Nian's aura truly dares to expose itself."
As he spoke, a streak of light came flying swiftly, demon qi and demonic qi intermingled, transforming into smoke rising turbulent.
In an instant, a Great Demon with strange eyes appeared in mid-air, chuckling eerily, without word, readying for action.
His form quivered, then demon clouds and demonic qi gathered across the sky, elevating the atmosphere.
Yang wore a stern face, taking a step forward, as a crackling sound emanated from the village chief's joints.
The village chief glanced at Yang.
"I don't know much, but I do know the one you're looking for surely isn't this one."
Yang thought about it, nodded, retreated a step; observing and capturing traces was enough, for the one before them wasn't Jiu Nian himself, though it carried Jiu Nian's aura and spirit.
The village chief stepped forward, igniting his Qi-Blood; indeed, staying on Jinlan Mountain too long felt suffocating.
Because even going down to a secondary level in An History Book couldn't be enjoyed; the fear of explosive burst overwhelming a Sealing was high.
Numerous seals existed there, of immense value; unraveling them wasn't crucial anymore.
Being able to repeatedly enter and train people of Jinlan Mountain matters.
Also, the knowledge mastered by people inside, various Secret Techniques, various unique skills, are now lost, some unheard of.
Before exploiting a seal's value dry to the last drop, unwrapping them isn't done thoughtlessly.
A rare opportunity to exert full force, which the village chief won't let others take.
With one step, the village chief phased into space, as his disappearance struck a chain of sonic clouds.
Across the sky, demon qi and demonic qi swiftly transformed into hundreds of Demon Clan Secret Techniques, intertwining into chaotic destructive powers, roaring forth.
But the next moment, the center of the destructive power seemed to puncture, as impact turned into rings of white waves, scattering wide.
The village chief's shape had arrived within a dozen feet of the Great Demon.
The Great Demon furrowed his brows, releasing a black scale, which expanded a dozen feet against the wind, shielding him upfront.
With a muffled bang, the village chief struck the scale, and instantly, the scale glows frequently, power surging, magnifying tens of times, with visible ripples on the scale.
In a flash, power condensed behind the scale, transforming into pure force, striking the Great Demon.
The Great Demon flung backward as a shadow.
Yu Ziqing glanced at the battle, shaking his head.
"Quite resilient, but once the village chief approaches, the battle ends."
Seeing the Great Demon become a streak of light, moving incredibly fast, yet as the village chief stepped forward, he exhibited a Divine Skill, traveling half-step more.
That step appeared a dozen feet in front of the Great Demon.
The village chief didn't need speed; just one touch would suffice, supported by the half-step more Divine Skill, he'd never be shaken off.
In the sky, the brilliance resembled a halo; Yu Ziqing followed along with Dayan Preface, struggling to catch up.
He stopped watching; Yang was focused throughout.
Yu Ziqing turned to the back, where majestic ghost qi emerged, as two Ghost Kings appeared with numerous ghosts.
Seeing one Ghost King with green face and fangs, full of Fierce Evil Qi, Yu Ziqing burst into laughter.
"Hostile Ghost?"
Immediately, some flag-carrying ghost shouted.
"Evil Ghost King."
Yu Ziqing's smile faded, as the hungry ghosts following him all wore cold expressions, seemingly watching a doomed man.
Yu Ziqing beckoned to a grinning hungry ghost.
"Come, though this world has no evil ghosts, only hostile ghosts.
But since he dares call by this name, he's surely confident.
Come, pay your respects with four incense sticks to the Evil Ghost King."