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

In the backyard of the Xiao family, deep in the bamboo forest.

Inside the secret chamber made of black steel.

The Spirit Gathering Array had long been overloaded, and the jade stones that served as its foundation shattered completely, turning into a pile of pale white powder.

Zhou Ran was shirtless, his skin as red as a boiled shrimp.

Thick white mist gushed out from the pores, hissing as it cooled.

Before him, the priceless medicinal herbs had turned to ashes.

Zhou Ran suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with violent bloodshot veins.

Within the dantian, the vast spiritual energy, like a trapped, enraged beast, repeatedly crashed against that invisible barrier.

With each impact, his internal organs shifted, and a gush of black blood spurted from his mouth, splashing onto the ground.

The world is like a cage.

This planet is a desert of spiritual energy.

Without the "Dragon Blood Grass," a rare and precious natural treasure, to force one to break through the barrier would only result in the severing of all meridians, rendering one a cripple.

"grass!"

Zhou Ran slammed his fist into the ground, and the black steel floor dented into a fist-shaped indentation.

Just as he was trying to suppress the violent true energy, a hoarse and sinister laugh echoed from the depths of his mind.

"Give up."

"This abandoned star has incomplete rules and its spiritual energy is as thin as water."

Your brutal method of devouring might work in the cultivation world, but here?

"It's useless except for bursting yourself."

The sea of ​​consciousness is churning.

In a dark corner, the remnant soul of Ye Futian coalesced and took shape.

The old demon was no longer asleep, but stared mockingly at Zhou Ran's collapsing body.

Zhou Ran remained calm.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his chin, his gaze fixed on the illusory figure in his mind.

"Old Demon, enough nonsense."

"We are now in the same boat."

If my physical body collapses, your wisp of remnant soul will also vanish into thin air.

You sensed it too; the surrounding yin energy was abnormally strong.

If I hadn't established my foundation, I would have been utterly powerless against the Wuji Sect's killing move.

The illusory demonic figure of Ye Futian froze for a moment, then let out a strange laugh.

"Heh heh... Kid, you're threatening me?"

"But you're right, the commotion caused by those ants outside does indeed annoy me."

Ye Futian put away his mockery, and a greedy light shot out from his soul eyes.

"Let's make a deal."

"The 'Soul-Suppressing Nails' in the hands of the Wuji Sect can help me stabilize my soul."

I sensed the Daoist aura of an ancient spiritual treasure within it, which would be of great use in repairing my soul.

"You promised to take that set of nails and cleanse the mark on them with your demonic blood."

"In exchange, I will help you enter the 'Pseudo-Foundation Establishment' realm!"

Zhou Ran slightly raised his eyelids:

"Pseudo-Foundation Establishment? If it's a defective product, I'd rather not have it."

"madness!"

Night reproaches the heavens,

"The 'false' I'm referring to means that it doesn't need the approval of the rules of heaven and earth!"

The 'Demonic Platform' was forcibly forged using primordial demonic energy!

Although this method is against the natural order and cannot be sustained, it can be used within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn…

"Your explosive power will be twice that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

"The price is that you will be weak for three days afterward and reduced to a mortal."

Double the burst?

That's enough.

As for weakness?

Once all the enemies are killed, no one can harm him.

If this old demon were to take advantage of the situation, I could suppress him with a curse seal.

"make a deal."

Zhou Ran's answer was concise and to the point, without a single wasted word.

"good!

Enough!

"I love your crazy side!"

Boom!

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the seal loosens.

A thick, pure, and extremely dark ancient demonic energy, like a black river bursting its banks, poured into Zhou Ran's parched and depleted meridians.

pain.

Heartbreaking.

If the previous attempts to break through were like hitting a wall, then now it's like someone is using a red-hot hammer to smash his bones inch by inch and rebuild them.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl like a wild beast, desperately trying to maintain a sliver of clarity in his mind.

In the dantian and dantian.

The chaotic true energy was forcibly compressed and collapsed by this domineering demonic energy.

A miniature altar, entirely black and wreathed in purple flames, rose from the center of the Qi Sea!

Not the Daotai (official in charge of the Daotai).

It's the Magic Altar!

Although the demonic altar appeared illusory and unstable, and could collapse at any moment, the terrifying pressure it emitted caused the entire secret chamber to begin to distort.

at the same time.

Ye Futian separated a wisp of primordial demonic fire, which wrapped around the Zanpakuto on Zhou Ran's knee.

"This piece of scrap iron is of decent quality, but your forging technique is utter garbage."

"Having entered the demonic path, how can one not possess deadly weapons?"

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

Demonic fire burns.

The Zanpakuto trembled violently, and the sound it emitted was no longer the clear and melodious chime of a blade, but a shrill shriek like the howl of a vengeful ghost.

Impurities on the blade were burned away, and the blade rapidly narrowed to a thickness as thin as a cicada's wing.

The once silvery blade was now covered with dark red blood streaks, like human blood vessels, pulsating slightly.

A bloodlust surged up the hilt of the knife, rushing straight to Zhou Ran's forehead.

It was hungry.

It wants to drink blood.

"It's done!"

Zhou Ran suddenly looked up.

At this moment, his aura changed drastically.

The original sharpness and brilliance have all been concealed, replaced by an unfathomable darkness.

The figure standing there didn't seem to be a person.

It is a dormant volcano that could erupt at any moment.

Zhou Ran gripped his Zanpakuto.

Man and knife become one.

A sense of absolute power, as if in control of life and death, permeated my entire being.

"The Wuji Sect..."

Zhou Ran's voice was hoarse, and a purple glint flickered in his eyes.

Just as he was about to get up.

Suddenly, a very crisp sound came from my arms.

Snapped.

The sound was extremely soft, but in the quiet, enclosed room, it was like a thunderclap.

Zhou Ran's pupils suddenly contracted.

His hands trembled as he pulled out the protective jade talisman that Wang Pangzi had given to Lin Qingxue before he left.

Those are mother and child symbols.

With the mother talisman on your person, the child talisman will protect you.

now.

The warm, lustrous jade pendant broke cleanly in the middle, losing all its luster and turning into a lifeless stone.

Broken.

The mother talisman will only shatter when subjected to a fatal attack, even if the talisman's energy is exhausted and it cannot withstand it.

Zhou Ran stared at the shattered jade in his palm, completely frozen.

"court death!!!"

boom!

An overwhelming killing intent erupted from Zhou Ran in an instant.

The killing intent was so strong that it shattered the spirit-gathering array inside the secret chamber, and even the thick, half-meter-thick black steel door distorted under the shockwave.

"The Song family! The Wuji Sect!"

Bang!

The ground beneath Zhou Ran's feet shattered.

He was like a human cannonball, crashing through the solid dome of the secret room and soaring into the sky!

in the night.

A crimson line of blood, carrying overwhelming demonic power, flew towards the Jiangcheng New District.

"If even a single hair on their heads is lost, I will have your entire clan executed!!!"