The Devil's Tribulation

Chapter 955 Hades' Prison Suppression Technique

Nanzhou Holy Flame Island, in the Holy Flame Realm.

Pan Chengfeng carefully placed the 'Heavenly Rhyme Divine Mushroom' into the jade box. Just as he closed the lid, Hei Wu arrived.

Pan Chengfeng naturally knew why this little kitten had come. He casually put the jade box into his storage bracelet and said indifferently, "Why aren't you continuing to tattle on me?"

Hei Wu sniffed, his cat face showing delight, and said, "It really is 'Heavenly Rhyme Divine Mushroom,' this is incredibly nourishing! Let me see it!"

Pan Chengfeng scoffed, completely ignoring Hei Wu, and continued searching the large stone bed.

Pan Chengfeng collected all the dozen or so pelts of sixth- or seventh-tier demonic beasts on the stone bed.

One of them was a seventh-order Great Perfection demon beast pelt, which was particularly beautiful. Pan Chengfeng couldn't help but hold it in his hand and stroke it for a long time.

While touching his mouth, he clicked his tongue and said, "Wow~ This is the fur of a seventh-order Great Perfection Winged Tiger Demon Beast."

It's even tougher than a top-grade magic weapon, and it's so soft and smooth! It's enough to make several inner armors for my wives~

Hei Wu pestered Pan Chengfeng, urging him to show him the 'Heavenly Rhyme Divine Mushroom'.

Pan Chengfeng pretended not to hear and was about to put the tiger skin away when he suddenly noticed something unusual on the back of the fur.

Pan Chengfeng quickly spread out the entire fur, and was so surprised that his mouth could fit a whole watermelon.

The back of the fur was covered with many tadpole-sized characters.

Pan Chengfeng couldn't understand a single word of these characters; it was like an illiterate person trying to read a newspaper.

"What the hell is this thing?! How could it be carved on a monster's hide?!"

"This is a profound demonic art! Haha, I'm so lucky!!" The words that came to Pan Chengfeng's mind startled him, and he hurriedly closed his eyes and looked into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Why are you out again?!"

In his mind's eye, Pan Chengfeng, dressed in black with a mysterious smile, was looking at a phantom image. The image in the phantom was of Pan Chengfeng spreading out his fur.

"I helped you out before, and this is how you talk to me?!"

Pan Chengfeng roared, "Who needs your help? Get back here right now! Otherwise, I'll be very rude to you!"

"Hehehe~" The inner demon chuckled wickedly, "Such arrogance! If it weren't for the fact that I'm still too weak and have to help you suppress yourself, you would have already turned into a demon!"

Pan Chengfeng sneered, "Are you afraid of those powerful figures outside? You dare to show any sign of trouble here, only to be suppressed by those emperors!"

The inner demon sneered, "I am you, and you are me. If I am suppressed, you will die too."

I think it's best if we just coexist peacefully for now.

Pan Chengfeng nodded, then waved his hand and said, "I agree with that. Alright, you can get lost now."

The inner demon revealed a mocking smile and said, "Don't you want to know why I've appeared at this time?"

Pan Chengfeng pointed at the illusory figure and said, "For this piece of animal hide? You just said those small characters were a profound demonic art?"

The inner demon nodded and said, "Yes, this is an extremely domineering demonic art called 'Underworld King's Prison Suppression Art'!"

Pan Chengfeng was inwardly turbulent, but outwardly remained calm as he replied indifferently, "So what? I don't know the Demon Clan's script..."

"You don't understand, but I do!"

Upon hearing from his inner demon that he understood the demonic script, Pan Chengfeng immediately put away the seventh-tier beast hide.

The inner demon smirked and said, "You're not interested in this demonic art?"

Pan Chengfeng said calmly, "Since it's a demonic art, only demons can practice it. What good is being interested?"

"Hehehe, you can fool others, but you can't fool me. Don't forget, we're one body, two souls, inseparable~"

Pan Chengfeng's heart pounded. He was completely unable to use the Overlord Fist now, and his combat power was reduced by at least half.

Just as he was thinking about finding some powerful skill to learn to make up for his shortcomings, this demonic art appeared in front of him.

"Could it really be an arrangement of fate?" Pan Chengfeng muttered to himself, then looked at his inner demon and asked, "What exactly is your purpose? Why are you guiding me to cultivate demonic techniques?!"

The inner demon made no attempt to hide its true intentions, saying, "Hehehe, my goal is naturally to devour you and take your place!"

But you absolutely cannot die before that.

So, I'll still help you become stronger first, because the stronger you are, the stronger I will be~

"Trying to devour me? Keep dreaming!" Pan Chengfeng sneered. "Once I'm strong enough, I'll definitely find a way to deal with you!"

The inner demon cackled, "You have ambition; you truly are worthy of being my original form."

But you must be careful. The demonic calamity is less than a thousand years away, and the demons are extremely powerful. You must not die.

"You know all this?" Pan Chengfeng asked in surprise. "How do you know these things? And why do you understand the Demon Clan's script? Are you a demon?!"

The inner demon smirked and said, "Demon race? How can such a lowly race be compared to me?"

However, demons are far more noble than humans; humans are the lowest race.

Pan Chengfeng: "..."

Seeing Pan Chengfeng's disgusted expression, the inner demon stopped teasing him and revealed a normal expression, saying, "I'm not teasing you anymore. Decide whether you want to practice the 'Netherworld King's Prison Suppression Technique' or not!"

Pan Chengfeng hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are there any side effects or conditions associated with practicing this technique?"

The inner demon shook his head and said, "How would I know?! You'll figure it out as you practice."

Oh, and you should take the corpse of that Emperor Soul Beast. The demonic energy on it is enough for you to cultivate the 'Netherworld King's Prison Suppression Technique' to the sixth level, which will allow you to grow four arms and two legs.

Pan Chengfeng was startled, goosebumps rising all over his body as he exclaimed, "Holy crap! Is this even human? Is it some kind of monster?"

The inner demon looked at Pan Chengfeng as if he were an idiot and said, "Ignorant! With each additional arm you have, your combat power will double. With four arms and two legs, your combat power will increase more than tenfold!"

Reaching the twelfth level means having twelve arms and six legs, increasing your combat power by at least thirty-six times! That's much more reliable than your pathetic Overlord Fist!

"Thirty-six times?!" Pan Chengfeng hurriedly calculated in his mind: "If it can really be increased by thirty-six times, how much will my strength increase?"

Thirty-six times? That's outrageous! One million units of power becomes thirty-six million!

In fact, Pan Chengfeng's calculation was wrong. With extra arms and legs, the increase in combat power is not just in terms of strength.

When you're fighting someone in a magical duel or close combat, think about it: you have twelve arms, and you can use at least six spells at a time.

In close combat, others only have two arms and two legs, while you have twelve arms and six legs!

It's said that two fists can't beat four hands, and if four hands can't even beat them, let alone twelve hands!

Pan Chengfeng fantasized for a while, and his mouth started watering.

Seeing this, the inner demon was also excited, muttering to himself, "Practice, practice! Once you've mastered it, you'll understand why I insisted you practice!"

Pan Chengfeng wiped his drool and replied, "Alright! The timid starve while the bold thrive! I'll practice it, now translate the technique for me."

Outside, Pan Chengfeng opened his eyes and took out the animal hide again to examine it.

Hei Wu rubbed against Pan Chengfeng's leg and said cutely, "Just let me see it, just one look."

Pan Chengfeng kicked Hei Wu a thousand meters away, saying, "Get lost! I'm not buying your act!"

And so, Pan Chengfeng studied the cultivation manual on the animal skin for three days before the voice of his inner demon echoed in his mind: "Alright, I've memorized it. I'll translate it for you in a few days."

Pan Chengfeng put away the animal hide and stood up, only to find Hei Wu hanging on his back, his big, cute Kalanchi eyes staring at him.

Pan Chengfeng said with a disgusted look, "Don't try that on me. You can get lost now. I'm not serving you anymore!"

With that, Pan Chengfeng strode out.

I haven't seen Xueyou for a few days, and I wonder how her recovery is going.

Oh, and there's Nangong Tian too. He was seriously injured, but Pan Chengfeng gave him a life-restoring pill, so he should be awake now.

As expected, as soon as Pan Chengfeng stepped out of the cave, he saw two figures sitting cross-legged a thousand meters away. One was Xue You, and the other was naturally Nangong Tian.

Nangong Tian's complexion was not good, while Xue You's complexion was much better, suggesting that her magical power had almost recovered in the past few days.

Pan Chengfeng walked towards the two with a grin, a kitten hanging on his back. Xue You heard the noise, opened her eyes and asked, "Junior Brother seems to be in a good mood. You must have had quite a haul, right?"

Pan Chengfeng chuckled and said, "It's just one precious herb, which is exactly what I need. I won't share it with you. Fairy and Brother Nangong, you don't have any objections, do you?"

Xueyou nodded gently and said, "What I need most is that eighth-order crystal core, which I now have. I can use other precious medicines to replace the 'Heavenly Rhyme Divine Mushroom,' so I won't share it."

"Heavenly Rhyme Divine Mushroom...cough cough cough..." Nangong Tian was so excited he almost fainted, clutching his chest as he said, "No, how can you keep such a divine medicine all to yourself!"

Pan Chengfeng's old face darkened as he said, "Brother Nangong, don't blame me for speaking so harshly. This time, we were able to kill an eighth-tier magical beast. Half of it is thanks to me, and the other half is thanks to the fairy."

Besides holding us back, what else have you done? What right do you have to object!

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward after Pan Chengfeng said this.

Nangong Tian's pale, handsome face flushed red and then turned pale. Finally, he coughed up a mouthful of blood with a "pfft" and fainted again.