Ling Xiao wants to transform all the Insect Demons that enter his body into his own power.
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If he lets this opportunity pass, it wouldn't come again, so he's determined not to miss it.
The Red Dot Insect Demon is the most formidable among these Insect Demons.
Yet, even he is now helpless, filled only with fear and unwillingness.
Moreover, the pressure he faces is greater than that of the other Insect Demons.
The Dragon Talisman and Eighteen Hells Talisman take turns, coordinating with the Samadhi True Fire to launch consecutive attacks on him.
Finally, in a moment of carelessness, he was pulled into the Eighteen Hells Talisman by an emerging ghostly hand.
The Eightfold Hell takes turns calling and refining.
"No! I can't die , so cowardly, I refuse!"
The Red Dot Insect Demon screamed in horror.
He is equivalent to a Night People Tribe's strong person at the Yin-Yang Realm Thirteenth Level, how could he possibly surrender?
At this moment, he realized the most foolish thing he did was entering this guy's body.
If he were outside, he would never be so passive.
Inside Ling Xiao's body, he is suppressed by the Tyrant Sky Martial Soul, making it a blessing if he can exert six to seven parts of his strength.
This is like a tiger falling into a flatland being bullied by dogs.
However, even so, he is still wildly resisting, with the Eightfold Hell's repeated refining not able to subdue him, and he nearly breaks out again.
Facing such a situation, Ling Xiao remains calm.
The opponent is just cornered and making a final dying struggle.
He now only needs to keep enhancing his strength, devouring other Insect Demons, eventually becoming stronger himself.
Then, completely refining this most powerful Insect Demon will be just a matter of time.
He sits cross-legged in the Ten Thousand Demons Blood Refining Array, with flames still continually blazing.
Inside his body, a large number of Insect Demons are being refined by the Samadhi True Fire, with energy flowing into his limbs and bones.
His cultivation level has reached the Pinnacle of the Yin-Yang Realm Eighth Layer.
And the Imperial Heaven and Earth cells within him have awakened as many as eight hundred.
Powerful Imperial Heaven Earth Power has also joined in the battle against the Insect Demons, leaving them without resistance.
Using his body as a furnace!
Using myriad Insect Demons as Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures!
This method of forging cultivation has occurred before but never to the extent of Ling Xiao's madness.
Above Ling Xiao's head, the ninth gate of Hell has finally opened.
His cultivation level has smoothly advanced to the Yin-Yang Realm Ninth Level.
Between heaven and earth, powerful waves of energy roar endlessly.
The Ninth Hell pours scalding oil as if to wash Ling Xiao's body completely.
"Insect Demons, perish quickly!"
Ling Xiao feels the Boiling Oil Hell above and channels it into his Eighteen Hells Talisman.
The Insect Demons are tossed into the boiling oil, continually fried, crying out loudly, causing goosebumps.
"Still not dead, huh!"
Ling Xiao shouts, pouring all his strength into the Eighteen Hells Talisman.
"Resigned or not, you must die—you have no choice! Tyrant's Strike!"
The dark universe morphs into a bizarre humanoid shape, although its features aren't clear, the immense, mysterious, eerie black shadow exerts the strongest shock and suppression on the Insect Demons.
The hand gently presses down.
The oil in the pot no longer boils, yet the Insect Demon has already been thoroughly refined.
After refining the most powerful Insect Demon, Ling Xiao continues sitting cross-legged, cultivating.
His body is overflowing with energy; he must seize time to elevate his cultivation level.
Even though he is already a Yin-Yang Realm Ninth Level strong person, having witnessed Mo Dao, Prince Wu, and the terrifying Dark Flame Clan Chief, he knows.
He's still not strong enough.
He must cultivate more madly.
A shichen later, Ling Xiao slowly opens his eyes.
Now his cultivation level has reached the Pinnacle of the Yin-Yang Realm Ninth Level!
The count of awakened Imperial Heaven and Earth cells reaches one thousand!
This achievement was something he couldn't imagine before arriving in the underground world.
This time, even if he doesn't gain anything else, just this harvest would suffice.
He's currently still in the Heavenly Demon Incarnation.
But the incarnation starts to change.
This is the effect of operating the Nine Demon God Technique.
Plague Demon King, Evil Beast Demon King, Lightning Demon King!
His Heavenly Demon Incarnation unexpectedly shows three special changes.
Each change generates different power.
Previously, although the Heavenly Demon Incarnation was strong, its attack methods were just too limited.
Unlike now, possessing powerful Nine Demon God Technique perfectly paired with the Heavenly Demon Incarnation.
Certainly, he has to continue hunting the nine great Demon Kings from the former True Demon Empire, making the Nine Demon God Technique live up to its name.
Now only three changes appear—a bit sparse.
Ling Xiao was about to continue forward when his expression suddenly changed.
A powerful domineering force surged from afar, with fists interspersed, sounding like thunder.
The fist shadows pierce through layers of void, aiming directly at Ling Xiao.
Like a meteor, it's locked onto Ling Xiao's position, with the force evidently intended to directly kill.
Ling Xiao didn't have time to think since he couldn't ascertain the opponent's strength, quickly deploying his Shadow Body, merging into darkness, then disappeared.
The terrifying fist shadow lost its target, striking the ground, causing a series of astonishing sounds, like a chain of violent thunder.
The ground was punched into deep pits, with terrifying black aura constantly emanating, directly killing some Demons unable to escape.
A moment later, a figure soared.
A robust body measuring around two meters tall, muscles taut, exuding a healthy bronze color.
His hands are clad in specially made gloves.
His whole being is filled with domineering aura.
His fists surprisingly have currents flowing through them, sparks and flashes abound.
This figure is not a Demon but a surface Martial Artist.
To Ling Xiao, distinguishing Demons from surface Martial Artists is quite easy, as his Tai Chi Eye doesn't make errors.
"What was that just now? Could it be the legendary Yinɡ Mo, freely hiding in the darkness?"
The robust man glanced around, but found no suspicious signs, feeling somewhat puzzled.
"I've heard that someone acquired the Secret Realm Map then entered the underground world; could it be they weren't killed by the Night People Tribe?"
From what he implied, he knows not only about Ling Xiao and the others coming into the underground world, but is also very clear, even considering their fate.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
As the robust man monologues, three persons simultaneously appear.
Among these three, one person is someone Ling Xiao knows.
It's Shanɡɡuan Qinɡ Er, whom he encountered at the Medicine King Pavilion that day.