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

Ye Futian reminded him:

"Don't let your temper lead you astray."

"This is the right hand of the Heavenly Corpse."

"The place where the Moon Emperor severed cause and effect."

"The more chaotic you are, the easier it is for her to follow your thoughts and come over."

Zhou Ran said:

"I am perfectly sober."

The Great Wilderness Black Blade was drawn.

The blade dragged along the ground, leaving a black and gold fiery mark on the gray-white earth.

"I'm here to do three things."

"First, find Xu Youwei."

"Second, retrieve Lin Qingxue's Dharma Eyes."

"third."

Zhou Ran looked up at the heads nailed to the bone tower.

"To settle old scores on behalf of the night and the heavens."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the night seems to laugh softly at the heavens.

"That sounds satisfying."

The gray-white ground beneath my feet began to tremble.

The headless demon corpse at the very front raised its hand.

The second one.

The third one.

Hundreds of demonic corpses raised their palms simultaneously, and gray eye slits appeared in their palms, shooting out gray light that locked onto Zhou Ran's brow, heart, and dantian respectively.

Zhou Ran did not swing his knife.

Ye Futian shouted, "Don't damage the corpse!"

"Know."

The gray light drew closer.

Zhou Ran raised his hand.

"stop."

The purple-gold law spread out, suppressing the gray light for a moment before advancing again.

The laws of the right-hand plane are even more insidious than the outer layer of the heart.

It does not erase people.

It stole ownership.

These remnants of demonic corpses are being forcibly driven by the nerves in their right hand.

Within Zhou Ran's dantian, his nascent soul opened its eyes.

He neither changed the gray light nor immobilized the demon corpse.

He raised his palm and pressed it against his chest.

The black and gold magic pattern lit up.

That was a mark left when the demon army of the Sixth Heaven was summoned.

Zhou Ran spoke.

"Loyal souls, refusing to obey false orders."

These words resonated within the chests of every demonic corpse.

The gray light began to sway erratically.

The eye slits in the palm of the headless demon corpse cracked open inch by inch.

The gray membrane that was pasted on their chests was peeled off, and beneath the membrane, the broken magic patterns shone with a dark red light.

The demonic runes that had been buried for 30,000 years were ignited by Zhou Ran.

The demon corpse's hand stopped.

Immediately afterwards, they all turned around.

All the gray light in their palms was aimed at the bone tower at the end of the battlefield.

boom!

Hundreds of gray beams shot past.

The outer layer of the bone tower is cracked.

The head rolled off the top of the tower, and the gray thread that was sewn to the mouth and nose broke into several pieces.

A head rolled to Zhou Ran's feet, its empty eye sockets facing him, and the demonic runes on its chest still glowing.

They are giving directions.

Zhou Ran saw it.

Behind the bone tower, there is a crack.

A massive severed nerve protruded from the crack.

A person is hanging from the nerve ending.

The man, clad in tattered demonic armor and wearing a demonic helmet, sat in the shadow of the bone tower.

Zhou Ran took a step forward.

His figure swept across the gray battlefield and arrived in front of the bone tower.

The man stood up.

Behind him, a silver pupil opened.

That's not an eye.

Those were silver-gray eye dots embedded in the severed nerves.

Zhou Ran drew his sword.

"Get down here."

The body keeper didn't move.

He raised his hand and touched the edge of his helmet, from beneath the armor came a hoarse voice, tinged with the accent of the old demon realm.

"The night betrays the heavens."

"You dare to come back?"

Zhou Ran stopped in his tracks.

Ye Futian didn't respond while in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The body keeper chuckled twice.

"I can smell your demonic power."

"I can smell your knife too."

"But this body is too weak."

"Early Nascent Soul stage?"

"Ye Futian, you're getting worse and worse."

Zhou Ran said, "I admitted my mistake."

The body keeper tilted his head.

"Isn't it Ye Futian?"

He chuckled softly.

"That's the little thief who stole the Demon Emperor's legacy."

Zhou Ran stared at him.

"Akagi?"

The laughter of the corpse keeper ceased.

He raised his hand and took off his helmet.

Beneath the helmet was a pale face.

High brow bone, narrow nose bridge, thin lips.

There was a black demonic mark on his left cheek, which crawled from the corner of his eye to his chin.

There was no life in its silvery eyes.

Zhou Ran had seen this face before.

I saw it in the wreckage just now.

I've seen it before in my fragmented memories of the night sky.

The traitor who stabbed the demon spear from behind back then.

Akaki bared his teeth.

"It seems that Ye Futian has even left you with the details of how I exposed him."

Akaki stood atop the bone tower.

The severed nerves behind him writhed back and forth, and silver eye-like dots locked onto Zhou Ran.

On the gray battlefield, hundreds of headless demon corpses still knelt on one knee.

The demonic markings on his chest glowed with a dark red light.

They have no heads, yet they are all waiting for a real military order.

Zhou Ran looked up at Chiqi.

"You're not quite dead yet?"

Akaki laughed and said, "Death?"

"In this place, who can be considered alive?"

He raised his hand, and silver nerves pierced his spine from behind, while gray light poured into his limbs.

"The physical body is long gone."

"The soul was reshaped by the nerves in the right hand."

"The memories are preserved by the Moon Emperor."

"I am closer to eternity than you decaying things."

Zhou Ran nodded.

"Understood."

Akaki narrowed his eyes.

"Understand what?"

"Even in death, he's still guarding the door for others."

Zhou Ran said, "He's quite promising."

Akaki's smile vanished completely.

Ye Futian laughed and cursed in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Well said."

Akaki stared at Zhou Ran.

"You are not Ye Futian."

"Back in the day, Ye Futian wasn't as suicidal as you are."

Zhou Ran said, "He didn't kill you back then because he was in a hurry."

Akaki's silver eyes narrowed.

Zhou Ran drew his sword and stepped forward.

"I'm not in a hurry."

The gray nerves around the bone tower were all on edge.

Akaki raised his hand.

"What's the rush?"

"You came to my right hand, not for my sake."

He uttered three words.

"Xu Youwei".

Zhou Ran stopped in his tracks.

Akaki smiled again.

"Looks like I guessed right."

"That little girl is quite brave."

"With only a Golden Core cultivation level and a wisp of the old soul of the Silver Eyes, he dared to break into the Gate of the Broken Grip."

"She's smarter than you."

"I know that the path through the heart is blocked."

Zhou Ran said:

Where is she?

Akaki did not answer.

He leaped down from the bone tower, and when he landed, several long cracks appeared in the gray-white ground.

Mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

wrong.

His breath was weak and feeble.

This body is pieced together from the right hand nerve, remnant soul, and gray membrane, and its combat power fluctuates between the early and middle stages of the Nascent Soul realm.

But this is his territory.

He can control the right hand nerve, the headless demon corpse, and the broken causal array.

Akagi spread his hands.

"Want to know?"

"Let's make a deal."

Zhou Ran smiled.

"Why do you old fogies all love this kind of thing?"

"Using human lives as bargaining chips first."

"And then put on that face of offering a handout."

Akaki said, "Because you had no choice."

He raised his hand.

A scene emerges from the crack behind the bone tower.

In the video, Hsu Yu-Wei is seen sitting slumped beside a well of bones.

Her face was pale, and she was pressing her right arm tightly with her left hand.

Silver lines are growing under the skin of my right arm.

That's not a meridian.

It was a hand bone that was being stretched open, revealing flesh and blood.

Xu Youwei gritted her teeth, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her shoulders were hunched low.

Behind her stood a blurry silver figure.

Yin Ying lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

Zhou Ran suppressed a murderous intent in his eyes.

Akaki observed his reaction.

"You saw it?"

"She can't hold on for much longer."

"The old soul of the silver-eyed is using her pure Yin ancient law bloodline to connect with the remnant nerve of the Moon Emperor's right hand."

"Once that hand truly grows back, she will no longer be Xu Youwei."

"She will become the Moon Emperor's hand reaching out to Earth."

Zhou Ran did not speak.

Akaki continued, "And Lin Qingxue."