White Bone Demon Trail

Chapter 22 The Song of Destruction
Every village god in Yunze Mountain was startled by this earth-shattering dragon roar, whether it was the ancient pine, the old tortoise, or the mountain lord.

Beneath the dragon's roar, all things bow their heads.

The black snake, thanks to its long howl, gained a chance to escape.

She closed her snake throat, bent down, and her body shrank by more than a hundred times, merging into the snake swarm and disappearing from sight. The snake swarm then scattered and moved in all directions.

Bai Wuxiang's fingers, which were gripping the bone flute, turned white. He hadn't bowed his head under the dragon's roar, so he was able to see clearly where the roar came from.

It wasn't emitted by the black snake, but rather came from a dark scale in its throat.

Bai Wuxiang didn't have much experience, but he could roughly guess that it was most likely a dragon scale!
The auras of powerful figures from all directions lingered between the mountains. Although the Black Serpent had escaped, the fact that she possessed such a precious treasure and announced it to the world meant that she would likely have little peace in the future.

At the very least, she would absolutely not dare to show her face in Yunze Mountain.

Soon after, news of a dragon's roar in Yunze Mountain will reach the ears of those greedy humans, who will also come to Yunze Mountain to search for the traces of that black serpent.

Even if it's hard to find for a while, there are countless secret techniques in the world. It's unrealistic for a mere snake demon to deceive those enlightened cultivators, or even demon kings who have cultivated for thousands of years.

Cang Shen got up from the ground, tremblingly bowed to Wu Xiang, and then left.

His heart meridians had been shattered by the dragon's roar, and he would live the rest of his life in fear of the dragon's might.

In Tiger King's Stronghold, a raccoon cat leaped into the arms of a man dressed in a black fox fur cloak. The man's large, well-defined hands gently stroked its fur, and the raccoon cat surprisingly spoke in human language: "Your Majesty, aren't you tempted by that treasure?"

The handsome man in black robes smiled as he sat down on the high throne, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "Treasure? Not necessarily."

For a thousand years, no true dragon has appeared in the human world. Such a dragon scale is likely an undeserved disaster.

Even the old tortoise in the mountains didn't show any intention of making a move. My cultivation is far inferior to that old tortoise's; if I were to actually seize it, those old Taoist priests from Sanqing Mountain would probably all come after me for my tiger's gall.

"Your Majesty, given your lineage, which old fellow in the mortal realm would dare to lay a hand on you?" the raccoon asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, how could a little kitten like you understand these things?" Mountain Lord lifted the cat's head and pinched its mouth.

"However, when did a strange spirit appear in that mountain stronghold that came from the human court? Not only does it wear a human skin, but it also looks like it has been imitating humans for a long time. It is quite interesting."

"Your Majesty, are you interested in this demon? How about I capture it for your amusement? It seems it could be a performer, singing and acting for you from time to time. That would be quite nice," the raccoon said, licking the fingertip resting on its body.

“Since he’s already involved with the human race, it’s best to stay away from him.” Mountain Lord shook his head and refused. “As long as he doesn’t provoke Tiger King’s Stronghold, let him be.”

……

In the dark of night, on the mountaintop of Wulongzhai amidst wind and rain, a melodious flute tune rang out.

The reason Bai Wuxiang didn't make a move during the day was not only because his demonic arts were much less powerful in the daytime, but also because he could see a wisp of mysterious energy on the black snake.

Although it was also black, Bai Wuxiang, who was extremely familiar with death energy, could clearly distinguish that the energy on the black snake's head was not death energy. He knew that the other party probably had some extraordinary means or other ways to escape. In short, a dying demon could not possibly be without death energy, unless it would not die anytime soon.

Bai Wuxiang held back, also to conserve his demonic power.

Now that the other party has left, it's time for Wulong Village to face its calamity!

In the rain, the skeletons began to move strangely, and the white bones buried in the soil also turned over and crawled out of the mud and water.

Hundreds and thousands of skeletons, like countless ghostly warriors, charged toward the mortals of Wulong Village.

The witch and the chief of Wulong Village were surrounded by hordes of skeletons. Even though they repeatedly defeated the skeletons, they would rise again and again to eat the villagers of Wulong Village, accompanied by the sound of a flute.

In the torrential rain, piles of white bones lay scattered, and in the dim light came countless sounds of bones being gnawed and teeth grinding. The people and sheep who had escaped in the chaos fled in terror, not knowing where to go.

Just then, a black raven circled down in the darkness, its pale eyes fixed on their emaciated bodies, before flying off in one direction to lead the way.

These people could only helplessly follow the Black Crow, letting the heavy rain soak their tattered clothes. They walked past skeletons, watching them devour the villagers of Wulong Village, just as the villagers had done to them when they had eaten human sheep.

A little girl cried out in fright at the horrifying scene, and the man behind her quickly covered her mouth. The group of more than thirty people staggered away from this cannibalistic den of monsters.

As everyone left the village, some finally broke down in tears, while others laughed wildly, oblivious to their injuries and soaked clothes, laughing and crying like madmen in the mountains.

"Would you... be willing to come and stay at our Black Stone Village?"

A gentle voice rang out, causing the bewildered crowd to turn around. They saw a group of people wearing straw raincoats standing beside them. The leader was a middle-aged, refined man. Seeing their anxious and uneasy appearance, he smiled and said to them, "We Black Stone Village only eat grains and beasts; we don't eat sheep."

"Ah~"

The black crow that led the way landed on You Junzi's shoulder and cawed softly.

These people who had just escaped trusted the black raven that had guided them. Zhao Lengxiang behind them said, "This is the black raven, the spirit messenger of our village god. Our village god, the God of No Form, has come to guide you."

"I...I'll go with you." The little girl looked timidly at Zhao Lengxiang and stood beside her.

The rest of the crowd were mostly young boys and girls. Seeing someone taking the lead, they obediently followed You Junzi. This village, which was once teeming with people, would probably cease to exist after tonight.

That night, on the summit of Baizhang Mountain in Wulong Village, the wind and rain continued. Bai Wuxiang let the night wind blow his clothes and his long hair dance. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the flute music he was playing. He was like a musician in the wind and rain.

Down the mountain, the cries of agony and agony continued unabated. People were running for their lives in a frenzy, and skeletons were being gnawed at relentlessly, as if a scene from hell had appeared on earth.

The gods on the mountain played melodious tunes, while the evil spirits below devoured the living.

(End of this chapter)