Devour

Chapter 302: Stinky Hell

Cheng Bai's mind suddenly lit up with inspiration, and he was deeply shocked. "Ji Dong used a sword move - the sword without a sword! It is somewhat similar to the 'Soul Returning to the Underworld' move, destroying the body and the soul, but it is faster than my 'Bright and Disappearing Illusion' move!"

Cheng Bai then had a deeper understanding: "Hmm... I understand. It's not that I can't comprehend the seventh sword, but because of my lack of cultivation, my spirit and body can't keep up, so I can't reach the speed of light. Once the realm is broken through, let alone the speed of light, even super-light speed, and even transcending time and space is possible!"

Ji Dong and Bao Cha crossed paths and exchanged positions in an instant. The fierce battle came to an abrupt end, and the scene seemed to be frozen.

However, after only a moment of silence, the violent debris fell to the ground with its head raised to the sky, and several streams of hot flaming liquid splattered from its body, burning wisps of green smoke wherever it fell.

The Demon Lord was defeated.

The Blood Demon Lord Gao Xu, who was watching the battle on the attic, looked pale and said in a trembling voice, "This... this kid is stronger than the Dharma King Miaoyin! Ji Dong? Where did he come from?"

Bei Tingjun smiled charmingly and said in a soft voice, "It will only take two moves to decide the outcome. Your Majesty, I accept defeat wholeheartedly. What do you want me to do?"

Cheng Bai said seriously, "I mean to finish it off completely! It's not just a simple decision of who wins or who loses. Bao Cha still has the will to fight, so it's not over yet."

Ji Dong put his hands behind his back, turned around and faced the fallen Demon Lord, chuckled and said, "You're pretty tough. How's that? Do you want to fight again?"

Bao Cha supported himself with both hands, shook his head, and stood up shakily, his whole body surrounded by blazing flames. The heat around him continued to rise, from being like entering a furnace to being like falling into the scorching sun.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the onlookers retreated further and further away.

The half-energy body talent of the demon refining race reduced the damage caused by the sword energy, but it could not stop the killing intent. Bao Cha tried his best to suppress the injury, snorted a few times and said: "My master... I had a stomachache today, I was not in good condition... That's why you took advantage of me."

Ji Dong put away his smile and said again in a deep voice: "Let everything end. You don't deserve to live."

"I'll teach you a lesson about my power!" Baocha shouted angrily and assumed the stance of the Purgatory Demon Fist.

The Demon Lord contracted his abdomen and relaxed his buttocks, seemingly gathering strength to exert force, but unexpectedly he farted loudly.

Before all the demons, ghosts, immortals and saints present could react, the White Bone Villa instantly turned into a stinking hell.

The strong stench was so overwhelming that it far exceeded the already smelly White Bone Villa's record. Holding your breath was not enough to stop the stench from rushing into your brain and invading your internal organs. Everyone who was in it covered their noses and retched.

A large number of ghost soldiers and ghost messengers in the front were knocked down on the spot by the smoke, and the sound of "thumping" falling to the ground was endless.

Ji Dong was closest to the source, so he was naturally the first to be hit. He was caught off guard and felt dizzy. His handsome face was distorted into a bitter face due to extreme discomfort.

Baozha took the opportunity to charge forward, his fists howling like the eruption of magma from hell, ready to destroy everything. The terrifying might made the entire mountain where the White Bone Villa was located tremble, dust flew all over the sky, and a large number of rocks rolled down as if it was about to collapse.

The attic, which was supported by only two and a half legs, creaked and groaned, and more and more cracks spread on the columns, and it could collapse at any time.

Facing the vicious killing moves and being at a disadvantage, Ji Dong showed his unimaginable strength. He nimbly dodged all the opponent's attacks, transformed into an angry sword without a blade, and flew around Bao Cha with a fierce momentum that shocked the gods and ghosts, and hit the vital points head-on without mercy.

The battlefield soon fell into a brief silence.

The Demon Lord suddenly became sluggish and his body stiffened, and then he scattered from top to bottom into pieces of thin strips of meat, like a large bag of jellyfish skin that had lost its restraints and slid to the ground with a "hissing" sound, and his original shape could no longer be seen.

Ji Dong then stopped his fast-paced walking, but his face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He could no longer suppress the filth surging in his stomach, and he lowered his head and vomited with a "ugh".

"Stinking hell... a strange phenomenon in the field of violent debris. As a result, the stench of the White Bone Villa persists all year round. Few people know the reason... even ghosts are unwilling to mention it." Bei Tingjun covered his face and trembled all over, trying to speak, "Your Majesty... you won! How can I stand it, it stinks... uh..."

Most people tend to think that the demon lord's anomaly manifests as an astonishing heat, but in fact it is a common talent of this race, and they would not expect such a disgusting anomaly to exist in the world. As the slag fell, the horrible stench gradually dissipated.

Cheng Bai secretly used his spiritual shield to block some of the stench, and covered his nose and said stubbornly: "A real man can bend and stretch, why can't you endure it?"

A newly promoted day patrolman in the attic was busy with his work and asked, "Sir, should we inform the other masters that Lord Baocha has..."

Before he finished speaking, Gao Yu stood up slowly, raised his hand and slapped him, and scolded him harshly: "Don't meddle in things that are not your business! His Royal Highness will make the final decision. Go and clean up Baocha's private room and wait for him to come back."

The ghost dared not say much and bowed his head to accept the order.

Gao Lu turned around and ordered: "Follow me downstairs and treat the winner well. If he can't stand it, stab him in the back..."

A moment later, the Blood Demon Lord led his people out to greet you, smiling broadly, "Gao is sorry for not welcoming you from afar. I wonder where you are from and what you are here for?"

Ji Dong laughed and said, "I am Ji Dong, the master of the sect's star field reincarnation. I have traveled all over the heavens and walked my own path. I only seek the supreme law in the world, and I will move forward courageously and be invincible."

"There's nothing for us to do now, let's go." Cheng Bai pulled Bei Tingjun and teleported away.

As soon as I returned to the Battle Plain, I could sense the tension all around. The Yellow Turban warriors had long stopped mining and formed a defensive formation around the Yafang. The soldiers held shadow-transformed black gold crossbows and were alert, while the soldiers held shadow-transformed black gold caltrop hammers and were ready for battle.

Cheng Bai was secretly shocked when he saw this, as this was the formation used when they had been attacked before.

The Yellow Turban Warriors were originally war puppets, and they prioritized killing enemies. Once they encountered a malicious attack, they would automatically defend and enter combat mode without the need for divine consciousness commands. And there were only 256 of them left, so there would definitely be casualties!

Seeing Cheng Bai coming back, the Yellow Turban Warriors made way in an orderly manner. The Smoker came out in a hurry and shouted, "Your Majesty, something happened just now!"

Cheng Bai's face was stern, but his eyes were calm. He asked, "Who are the enemies? Where are the others?"

The Smoker reported: "Not long after His Majesty left, Golden Light King Yongyao led his people to attack, and we hurriedly fought. Master Zhai fought with the Dharma King Miaoyin and was at a disadvantage. Hei Long was injured by the Great Powerful Bright King and is recuperating in the cabin. The remains of the Yellow Turban Warrior were also left in the cabin."

Cheng Bai asked, "Did Yong Yao just leave like that?"

The Smoker said truthfully, "Among them, there was an old man in gold clothes who wanted to use his flying armor to take away Yafang. After a while, he not only failed but also suffered a backlash, and his flying armor was damaged, so he changed his mind and retreated."

The Horcrux was indeed unable to take away the immortal weapon, and it unexpectedly gave them a chance to catch their breath.

Cheng Bai knew that the smoker was downplaying the situation, but in reality, the encounter was dangerous and the battle must have been fierce. Otherwise, how could he have been injured? Thirteen Yellow Turban warriors would not have been killed.

Bei Tingjun noticed that the smoker was rubbing his nose back and forth intentionally or unintentionally. Knowing that something was wrong, he quickly lowered his head and sniffed his sleeves and body. He could still vaguely smell the disgusting stench of the White Bone Villa.

She frowned with a look of disgust, and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, I'll go in and take a bath first." She hurried into the cabin, closed the door and stayed there, probably going to rub it for a while.

The Smoker whispered, "Gou Yifan joined Yong Yao's army and was very active in fighting against us. He crippled several Yellow Turban warriors."

Cheng Bai shook his head and said, "Everyone has their own aspirations. I miscalculated. He is pursuing the path of Buddha Purple Qi, and clinging to the Buddha's teachings is indeed the best shortcut."

The Smoker said, "Yong Yao retreated to the northwest. The old man in gold clothes said there is an iron ore vein over there that can repair their flying armor. Maybe they will come to cause trouble again."

Cheng Bai climbed up the observation deck of the Yafang and looked into the distance. With his keen eyes, he could see a streak of five-colored gilded light more than 3,000 miles away in the northwest.

The so-called five-color gilt is made by refining gold, white gold, black gold and green gold with five-color stones, and integrating the essence of five kinds of natural treasures to obtain a kind of fairy gold with varied shapes, ethereal and bright colors. The hardness of the treasure is 15.5. If blue gold is added, it can be refined into the five unique golds.