After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

That's your problem.

After saying this, Zhou Ran turned to face Li Zhiyao and the others.

The aura of the ethereal realm seeped outwards layer by layer.

The ancient runes on Li Zhiyao's body began to fall off, one piece after another, shattering into gold dust and scattering.

Fatty Wang's aura receded beneath his skin, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his legs went weak, and his knees kept throbbing.

Xiao Rou's natal Gu burrowed back into the gap in her wrist bone, its wings stuck tightly together, too afraid to move.

Bai Xuan shrank to the size of a fingernail, its mycelium desperately reaching out, staring at the regular changes within the crack.

They can't get in.

Zhou Ran was able to withstand it because of the Golden Core of the Mind, the Primordial Origin Bone, the Six Gray Stripes, the Meng Po's Forget-River Seal, the Black and White Impermanence, and the Yin Marshal's aura.

If Fatty Wang steps inside, the Buddha's power will be completely drained within ten steps.

When Xiao Rou steps in, her natal Gu will be rewritten by the laws of the Void Realm.

No matter how strong Li Zhiyao's ancient laws are, their roots are firmly planted in the rules system of Blue Star, and they won't last long in the Void Realm.

Bai Xuan could hold on a little longer.

But its origins are too special.

If the Heavenly Corpse's heart sets its sights on it, no one can predict the consequences.

Zhou Ran reached out, placed his palm on Li Zhiyao's shoulder, and pushed her back.

Li Zhiyao gripped his wrist with her five fingers.

"You want to go in alone?"

Zhou Ran said:

"Team experience sharing is not included here."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Li Zhiyao tightened her grip even more.

"I can help you press out the gray lines."

"You are needed more outside."

Zhou Ran turned his head and looked at the cage in Penglai.

Old Xu, Shen Zhui, and Xu Youwei are still trapped inside.

The sea of ​​flowers has blocked the retreat route. The pursuers behind will be held back for a while by the Mandara flowers and Mandara sapala, but the group standing in front of the heart has already reached the entrance.

If the entrance gets out of control, Du Ziren, Yama, and Emperor Song will all rush in.

Someone needs to guard the outside.

Zhou Ran said, "Save Penglai, guard the crack, and don't let Zhao Tao and his son take advantage of the situation."

Fatty Wang cursed.

"Ran-ge, your arrangement sounds like a will."

He gave a self-deprecating laugh, gritting his back teeth.

"You go in, I'll guard the door."

Zhou Ran patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't try to be a hero. If you can't beat them, hide behind Li Zhiyao."

Fatty Wang felt a lump in his throat, unable to swallow or breathe.

"Your words of comfort are really well-chosen."

Xiao Rou took half a step forward and stuffed a black Gu shell into Zhou Ran's palm.

"Master, this is the shell that my natal Gu shed."

It can be very useful in critical moments.

Zhou Ran gripped the Gu shell tightly.

The white mycelium stretched up to the back of his neck and planted a spore the size of a thumbnail inside his collar.

Zhou Ran sensed this aura and understood.

This is his spore, containing a wisp of his divine will.

Li Zhiyao loosened her fingers.

She didn't say anything more, but pressed a wisp of ancient rune into the inside of Zhou Ran's wrist bone.

"This rune can only be used once."

"It lights up when it touches anything related to Li Chengfeng."

Zhou Ran nodded.

"it is good."

Outside the crack, the situation was already half out of control.

Du Ziren's ghostly hand tore the opening to a width of ten feet.

Gray tentacles covered the back of my hand, forming several dense layers.

Those tentacles don't attack or harm people, but they do things that are more ruthless than murder.

Part of the ghost hand is turning into fleshy walls, another part is turning into gray lines, and the rest is scattering into meaningless fragments of rules.

The image of the Ghost Emperor is being redefined.

Du Ziren burned his life essence, one mouthful after another, stubbornly maintaining the shape of the ghost hand so it wouldn't fall apart.

"Zhou Ran!"

Yama's six black ropes wrapped around the edge of the crack.

"Step aside, and I will share the power of the heart with you."

Zhou Ran turned around.

"Are you worthy?"

The King of Hell's eyes blazed with dark fire.

"kill!"

Six ghost generals, whose life force had been largely drained, rushed over.

Zhou Ran didn't respond.

He took out a jade bottle from his waist.

The bottle wasn't big, about the width of a palm, and had three layers of seals on it.

When Fatty Wang saw that thing, his face twitched violently.

"Ran-ge, which one do you want to use?"

Li Zhiyao also recognized him.

Extraterrestrial demons.

Black mud.

The source of pollution that was originally brought out from the rift in the demon realm.

This thing isn't strong; it's not as powerful as the Nascent Soul Ghost Emperor, and it doesn't even have a complete life form.

But it's disgusting.

Energy, spiritual power, flesh and blood, soul—it sticks to whatever it touches, dragging them all into the quagmire of demonic energy to rot together.

When Yama saw the jade bottle, his expression changed drastically; this was the aura of another realm!

"Stop him!"

The ghost general pounced forward at full speed.

Du Ziren also realized what was happening, and his Divine Transformation Dharma Form separated an arm to grab at the jade bottle.

Zhou Ran flicked his wrist, sending the jade bottle flying toward the entrance of the crack.

The bottle shattered.

Black mud oozed out.

It was only the size of a fist at first.

It landed on the edge of the crack in the gray film and paused for a moment.

Then it begins to expand.

When the black mud came into contact with the aura of the ethereal realm, its color changed from black to gray, and dense bubbles rose from within.

Each bubble contains a distorted face.

The source of pollution in the demon realm is gnawing at the laws of the void realm.

The laws of the Void Realm are also gnawing at the demon mud.

Neither of them can eat the other.

They were bitten into a ball.

In the blink of an eye, the black mud swelled into a swamp, spreading along the edge of the crack and enveloping Du Ziren's little finger.

The Yin Laws of the Ghost Emperor have been corrupted.

Du Ziren's facial features tensed, and he squeezed out a low groan from the bottom of his throat.

The little finger of the "Demon Hand" was broken.

There was no blood at the cut.

Dark gray mud was poured into the cross-section.

Du Ziren raised the other arm of the Dharma Image, and with a swift stroke, sliced ​​off the entire contaminated section.

The severed little finger fell into the mud and was swallowed clean in a few bites.

The black mud consumed the fragments of the Nascent Soul Dharma Form, and its expansion suddenly accelerated.

Even Yama's six black ropes were pulled up from the mud.

The mud swished back and coiled around the six ghost generals.

The six ghost generals struggled desperately.

"Your Majesty!"

Yama, the King of Hell, severed the rope with a single stroke.

The six ghost generals, having lost their source of support, were swept up by the gray mist of the void and shriveled into six withered shadows that clung to the fleshy walls.

Zhao Tao's legs went weak. Zhao Shijiang grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him backward. The father and son knocked over a ghost messenger and stumbled before regaining their balance.

Emperor Song retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

"Everyone, seal the outer layer, don't touch the black mud!"

King Qin Guang spread out his Dharma body, working together with the seals of the three palaces to suppress the outward expansion of the black mud.

Inside the Penglai prison, Old Xu stared at the pool of black mud, his eyes twitching twice.

"This kid... he's really daring."

Shen Zhui stood up, supporting himself with the longsword that had three cracks.

"Master, is he going to block the door?"

Old Master Xu:

"Blocking the door is too light."

Hsu Yu-wei added:

"He turned the door into a mess that nobody dared to touch."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang grinned from ear to ear.

"major."

Li Zhiyao struck out with her palm, and the two punishment pillars on the outside of the cage shattered simultaneously.

"Save lives first."

Fatty Wang rushed forward, his Buddhist light pressing down on the punishment patterns, peeling them away one by one.

Xiao Rou's Gu worms crawled out of her wrist bone, burrowed into the gaps in the runes along the base of the pillar, gnawing inside and pressing outside, their rhythm perfectly coordinated.

The white mycelium formed a thin film along the flesh wall, keeping the black mud three feet away and preventing it from crawling to the feet of its companions.

Zhou Ran stood in front of the crack.

The black mud swallowed Du Ziren's second finger.

Du Ziren withdrew three of his Dharma-image arms, leaving three still knocking on the door.

Having reached this stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, there's no way to retreat.

"Zhou Ran".

Du Ziren lowered his voice to a very low hue.

"You think a lump of demonic mud can stop me, the Emperor?"