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Chapter 535 Flaming Qilin
Not only did Qixiazi pounce on Xiao Jie, but several Yellow Turban warriors and seven or eight furnace-guarding boys also surrounded him, their killing intent palpable.

Xiao Jie remained completely unfazed. His gaping maw, filled with fangs, snapped open, unleashing a torrent of thick, inky, swirling, eerie green poisonous mist! He had not only absorbed the immense demonic power of numerous demon kings but had also fused their unique abilities and magical techniques into his own. Now, unleashing the full power of his poisonous mist technique, it instantly enveloped the entire stone hall, plunging everything into complete darkness, and filling the air with a pungent, nauseatingly sweet stench.

The Yellow Turban warriors, their bodies shimmering with magical light, remained unfazed by the poisonous fog, continuing their heavy advance. The young Taoist disciples, however, panicked, shouting, "Oh no! It's a deadly poisonous fog! Quick! Use your wind-summoning technique to dispel it!"

A sudden gust of wind swept across the flat ground, howling and engulfing the poisonous fog. However, this was a sealed stone palace, and the dark green poisonous fog had nowhere to escape! The wind not only failed to disperse the fog, but instead stirred it up, making it churn and surge even more violently, further spreading and permeating every corner of the palace!
"Cough cough! My eyes!"

"The protective golden light can't hold up any longer!"

In an instant, several Taoist disciples were affected, their skin making a "sizzling" corrosive sound. They frantically pulled out detoxifying pills and purification talismans in an attempt to save themselves.

However, before they could recover from the poisonous fog, Xiao Jie, who had transformed into a ferocious demon, had already attacked them like a ghost!
After decades of fighting in the martial arts world, surviving in the wilderness, and experiencing battles, Xiao Jie's combat experience has long reached a level of perfection and unparalleled skill. His judgment of the current situation is also extremely thorough.

These Yellow Turban warriors are protected by divine light and golden bodies, making them difficult to harm with magic and possessing unparalleled physical defense. They are like an unshakeable iron wall, posing little threat but extremely difficult to deal with quickly. They are the toughest nuts to crack and must be dealt with last.

In contrast, those Daoist disciples, though seemingly frail, possessed formidable magical abilities. He had been captured earlier only after being repeatedly bombarded with lightning spells by them. Now, with their vision obscured by the poisonous mist and thrown into disarray, they were the perfect targets for elimination!
As the mist billowed, a young Taoist priest had just swallowed an antidote when a massive, black shadow, carrying a foul stench, instantly loomed before him! Xiao Jie's monstrous, demonic form possessed a terrifying agility completely disproportionate to its size! A bizarre arm covered in bluish-black scales, its tip tipped with a sharp bone blade, shot out with lightning speed, easily gripping the young priest's slender neck, its five fingers suddenly exerting force!
Crack! With a crisp sound, the cry for help came to an abrupt end, and the Taoist boy's head slumped limply.

"Oh no! He's over here! Yellow Turban Warriors, come quickly to protect him—" Another Taoist boy's scream was interrupted by the sound of sharp claws tearing flesh.

*Thud!* "Ah!" A shrill scream rang out as Xiao Jie's tiger claw arm easily pierced through the Daoist boy's chest, tearing open his belly and splattering his internal organs and blood all over the ground.

"Retreat! Retreat—Ugh!" Another short scream rang out. Xiao Jie, like a tiger plunging into a flock of sheep, used the perfect cover of the poisonous fog to launch a silent but efficient hunt! Bone blades slashed, tiger claws tore, each strike taking a life.

"You beasts! How dare you do this!" Although Qixiazi couldn't see the specific battle situation, he could tell from the voices that something was wrong. His eyes widened in fury, and his hair stood on end! These young disciples were his carefully cultivated apprentices, indispensable to his alchemy, array formations, information dissemination, and miscellaneous tasks! How could he tolerate such a slaughter?
He could no longer care about anything else. He suddenly pulled out a strange cloth bag, about the size of a palm, dark yellow in color, neither silk nor linen, and covered with dense silver wind-patterned runes, and threw it into the air! The bag instantly grew to the size of a bucket.

"Wind-breathing bag! Open!"

In an instant, the bag's mouth opened wide, and an unparalleled suction force swept out from it, transforming into a violent whirlwind! This whirlwind was like a giant vacuum cleaner running at full power, and the dark green poisonous mist that filled the hall was frantically sucked into the bag like rivers flowing into the sea, and was completely absorbed in just a few breaths!
As the poisonous fog dissipated, the scene inside the hall was revealed. The ground was littered with the mangled corpses of the Daoist disciples, and several Yellow Turban warriors lay dead, their bodies twisted and broken. In the center of the area, the colossal beast, now a monstrous monster, held the enormous head of the last Yellow Turban warrior, coldly staring at Qixiazi, its crimson compound eyes filled with savagery and mockery.

Xiao Jie casually tossed the metal head aside like trash, feeling the unexpectedly powerful surge of energy coursing through his body. This formidable demonic power, a fusion of thirty-seven great demons, was terrifyingly strong and domineering! The Yellow Turban Warriors' defenses were like paper before him, crumbling at the slightest touch!
To his even greater surprise, the demon cores granted him a variety of supernatural abilities—such as the bat demon's exquisite ability to locate objects by sound, which allowed him to see clearly even in the poisonous fog where he couldn't see anything!

At this moment, looking at Qixiazi all alone, a strong, almost instinctive, devouring desire grew wildly in Xiao Jie's heart!
"Eat him! Eat him! Swallow his flesh and his inner core!" Countless lingering thoughts of demon kings flooded his mind, like demonic chants.

Xiao Jie's reason was instantly overwhelmed by this primal impulse! That's right! Eat him! As a demon refiner, Qixia Zi must possess an incomparably powerful demon core within his body! The spiritual power it contains probably far surpasses any of the ones he has swallowed before! If he could devour it... ascending to immortality doesn't seem so far-fetched after all!
A surge of killing intent coursed through him! Xiao Jie suddenly leaped into the air, his massive black-scaled wings unfurling behind him like a gliding ferocious bird, swooping down towards Qixiazi with a piercing shriek that tore through the air! Qixiazi swayed, using a "shrinking the earth to an inch" technique to flash behind Xiao Jie, barely avoiding the fatal attack.

Xiao Jie's attack missed, but his gaze fell precisely on the tightly closed stone palace door ahead. A path to survival was right before him! However, the intense urge to devour instantly overwhelmed his instinct to escape.

Xiao Jie suddenly turned around and pounced on Qixiazi again with an aura of destruction!

Qixiazi had completely recovered by now. Although she was angry, she was also quite calm.

His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he formed a hand seal.

Sorcery - The Calamity of the Python!
In an instant, thick black mist surged up from the palace, transforming into more than a dozen giant pythons as thick as buckets, with colorful scales and menacing fangs! These pythons, formed from demonic power, hissed and coiled around Xiao Jie from all directions, biting and devouring him!

Xiao Jie roared and struggled desperately! The terrifying brute force, fused with the power of the Iron-Backed Bear King, Niu Dali, and other demon kings, was almost unstoppable! The giant python's tough body was like rotten wood and straw rope under the sharp bone blades and tiger claws, easily torn and snapped! Its huge mouth, filled with fangs, spewed out flames fused with the scorching demonic power of the Lava Turtle, burning the broken snake body with a sizzling sound and filling the air with a burnt stench! In the blink of an eye, the hall was filled with the broken remains of the giant python, like a slaughterhouse.

"What a monster!" Qixiazi's face was so gloomy it could drip water. "You actually managed to forcibly gather such mixed demon core power and make it your own! But do you think that by transforming into this monster that is neither human nor demon, you can turn the tables on me? Hahahaha! Naïve! Today I will show you what true demon-refining techniques are!"

He slammed his hands into the ground, forming a hand seal, his face contorted with a grimace of pain and despair, and let out a roar that was not human:

"Transformation Demonic Technique - Qilin Dharma Form!"

Boom! A scorching and violent crimson demonic power mixed with pure Daoist magic erupted from Qixiazi's body! His body rapidly expanded, twisted, and deformed in the blinding red light!
His skin cracked open inch by inch, and crimson scales grew wildly, covering his entire body. His limbs transformed into thick, powerful hooves of a Qilin, and a long, burning tail extended from his tailbone. His head stretched and deformed, sprouting forked, flame-like, crimson antlers, and his mouth and nostrils spewed out scorching steam reeking of sulfur! The painful roar finally transformed into a majestic and violent roar of a Qilin!

Finally, a fiery Qilin, six or seven meters long, covered in crimson crystal scales, with its four hooves treading on flames and its eyes like those of a molten gold furnace, appeared before Xiao Jie! The terrifying pressure of this superior divine beast swept through the entire stone hall like a tangible wave!

What?! Xiao Jie had just torn off the last giant python's head when he looked up and met the fiery Qilin's molten gold-like eyes. An irresistible fear, originating from the depths of his bloodline, instantly gripped him! His entire body trembled uncontrollably!

"Not good! It's the remnant souls of those demon kings within me that are trembling with fear! The Qilin is a divine beast, possessing a natural level of suppression over ordinary demons!" Xiao Jie instantly realized. His original full power was now reduced to barely five or six tenths of its original strength under this instinctive fear!
This is bad! Alarm bells rang in Xiao Jie's mind! The bloodline suppression among demons is extremely terrifying. With the balance of power shifting, his original chances of winning have vanished! He subconsciously retreated slowly.

"Roar!" How could the Flaming Qilin give him a chance to breathe? It roared and pounced! Its blood-red maw opened wide, and surging crimson-gold flames erupted like a torrent of lava, instantly turning the place where Xiao Jie stood into a sea of ​​fire! At the same time, its huge, blazing Qilin claws, carrying the power to tear through space, slammed down!

Under the pressure of the divine beast, Xiao Jie's movements were sluggish, and his demonic power was not flowing smoothly. He barely managed to swing his claw to block, but it was slammed away by the Qilin claw, which was wrapped with immense force and scorching flames, leaving his chest wide open! Immediately afterward, another Qilin claw slammed into his chest, which was covered in bone armor, like a heavy hammer! The sound of bone armor shattering was ear-piercing, and violent power penetrated his body! His massive demonic body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the palace wall, sending debris flying!

"Pfft—!" Xiao Jie spat out a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with demonic power, his chest was in excruciating pain, and the broken bone armor was charred black.

No! This can't go on! We'll surely die if this continues! Unless... I can also transform into a high-level divine beast! Unfortunately, the "Dragon Transformation" in the game can't be used directly... No! Since the "Demon Refining Technique" works, it means my "skills" haven't disappeared, they just don't have a skill panel anymore, so I can't use them with one click. I have to rely on my own understanding and control!

The Demonic Dragon Takes Form—What is a dragon? Isn't a dragon just a totem beast composed of features from various animals? Its antlers resemble a deer's, its head a camel's, its eyes a rabbit's, its neck a snake's, its belly a clam's, its scales a fish's, its claws an eagle's, its paws a tiger's, and its ears a cow's! I possess the essence and demonic power of so many powerful demon kings; why can't I emulate the ancients and, through the power of demon refining, forcibly piece together and create a demonic dragon of my own?!

Thinking of this, a resolute glint flashed in Xiao Jie's eyes! He suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a large cloud of poisonous mist again, trying to obscure the Flame Qilin's vision.

"Hahahaha! A desperate struggle! My Qilin True Fire repels all evil! Mere snake venom is nothing but a laughingstock! Burn it!" The Flaming Qilin roared with deafening laughter, spewing out even more surging crimson-gold flames! The poisonous mist melted like ice and snow before the divine beast's true fire, quickly being purified and burned, and it seemed that Xiao Jie was about to be completely cornered!

Xiao Jie hurriedly seized this fleeting moment of respite, focusing all his attention on his body and frantically activating the "Demon Refining Technique"!
Spiritual Demonic Art—Dragon Transformation! Transform for me!
However, the chaotic demonic power within his body only clashed more violently. They coalesced into a single mass, yet could not fuse at all. The muscles and bones on his body surface writhed, proliferated, and mutated wildly, but could not coalesce into a dragon shape! The intense pain far exceeded his imagination, as if thousands of steel knives were simultaneously churning inside his body, a hundred times more painful than the torture he had endured in the state prison! His vision blurred, and he nearly fainted!

Just as his consciousness was about to sink, that strange "out-of-body" perspective reappeared! Xiao Jie seemed to have broken free from the shackles of his physical body and, from a third-person perspective, clearly "saw" his own demonic body on the verge of collapse, as well as the thirty-seven streams of demonic energy within him that were raging and clashing like furious dragons!
From this mysterious and transcendent perspective, the nature and flow of every demonic force, how the fiber bundles of every muscle exert their force, and how every bone withstands pressure and deformation are all clearly reflected in Xiao Jie's "consciousness".

He no longer tried to force commands, but instead, like the most skillful conductor, began to guide and harmonize this raging "symphony"!
He guided the Ironback Bear King's robust spinal energy to transform into a powerful dragon spine; he drew the Thunder Rhino Demon King's violent lightning power to condense on his forehead, transforming it into a single horn wrapped with destructive lightning patterns; and he drove the Lava Turtle King's heavy demonic power to cover his entire body, forming dark red, hard dragon scales like cooled magma.

The demonic power of the compound eyes of the Hundred-Eyed Centipede King was invoked and injected into the eyes, transforming them into dark golden vertical pupils that could see through illusions; the water-controlling ability of the Flood Dragon Spirit was fused to give the dragon's body agile and winding movements.

At the same time, he coordinated the tiger's claws to become the sharpness of the dragon's claws, the bull demon's immense strength and horns to merge with the dragon's horns and hooves, the koi's scales to give the dragon's scales a flowing luster, and the black tortoise's earth element to stabilize the dragon's lower body...

Dozens of distinct demonic powers, under the framework of the "Demon Refining Technique" and his unyielding will, struggled, suffered, yet remained incredibly determined to combine and fuse towards a majestic, ancient form filled with primordial energy—the demonic dragon!
This process is filled with the excruciating pain of tearing and rebuilding, yet it carries a strange rhythm that is like the creation of life!
Spiritual Demonic Art—Dragon Transformation!!!
Accompanied by a majestic and ancient dragon roar that shook the universe, a blinding, demonic light erupted!

(End of this chapter)