Chapter 257: 49 Jiang the Witch Has Been Sunk

Hearing the roar of the Demon Buddha, everyone was slightly taken aback at his words.

What is A Bang Luo Sha?

Only Wen Yang was dazed for a moment, his heart suddenly filled with great alarm.

A Bang Luo Sha… Wasn’t that the Demon Lord from Abi Hell?

How could it be possible!

As a Nether Ghost Path Judge, he naturally knew more about the Nine Serenities Underworld than any other Cultivator.

The Nine Serenities Underworld was the land of Souls’ Reincarnation, and it was also a “special secret realm” that Nether Ghost Path Cultivators could attempt to visit after reaching the Golden Core Realm.

Below the Nine Serenities Underworld lay the Multi-layered Hell.

Compared with the Nine Serenities Underworld, Hell was undoubtedly much more perilous, and even Nascent Soul Realm Cultivators did not dare to involve themselves easily, with only fragments left by past Intercepting Cult Immortals providing a glimpse to Cultivators.

The deepest layer of Hell was “Abi Hell,” the least mentioned among all the hells. References to the Abi Devil Lord were sparse, with only one line in a certain scripture:

Utterly evil and foul, an incarnation of filth.

Putting aside other factors, just Wei Dongliu’s red hair and beard, including his blood-filled, abnormal pupils, made calling him a “Demon Lord” absolutely fitting.

While Wen Yang was in a state of anxious doubt, Jiang Liyan was paralyzed on the spot, suddenly covering her nose and letting out a muffled hum.

So handsome!!!

Wei Dongliu’s Demon Lord getup was domineering, powerful, and devilishly charming; it thoroughly danced upon every one of her fetishes, to the point that Jiang the Witch even felt an impulsive urge to throw herself at him recklessly for a moment.

However, being a mentally mature Cultivator, she naturally wouldn’t allow her primal instincts to easily sway her.

She bit her tongue lightly, suppressing all fanciful thoughts, and then summoned her Manifest Demonic Spirits to block off the Demon Buddha’s escape routes from both sides and the rear.

Wei the Demon Lord, holding the Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword, casually swung it to sever the opposition.

The Demon Buddha struggled awkwardly, lacking his former composure when single-handedly confronting three opponents, and even chose to take a punch from the Manifest Demonic Spirits on his back rather than face the direct stab of the Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword.

He hurriedly took several steps back, suddenly feeling an itch on the back of his neck.

A Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu had already bitten through his neck, and the Demon Buddha quickly moved to swat it away, but his arm turned black halfway through the motion, and his whole body helplessly collapsed forward.

Wei Dongliu smoothly raised the Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword, its tip gliding across the Demon Buddha’s neck, cleanly severing his head from his body.

Then, with a backhanded throw, he cast the golden little sword towards the mirror, and instantly, the mirror wall opened up a portal, revealing the corridor leading to the Inner Hall.

Long Xiaoqi slowly awoke, Gu Lie struggled to rise, Jiang Liyan’s gaze wandered, and Wen Yang’s expression was blank.

At this moment, Wen Yang was completely dumbfounded, with only one thought in his mind:

Abi Devil Lord, Endless Hell…

Who would dare say you’re not from the Hell Path?!

The onlookers looked at each other, and all were momentarily speechless concerning the Demon Buddha’s death at the hands of Wei Dongliu, not sure how to react next.

The Demon Cult preaches “might makes right,” where your power determines others’ attitudes towards you.

When the five had initially met, Wei Dongliu swiftly subdued Gu Lie with the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu, earning his position as the leader of the team—because everyone reckoned they couldn’t withstand the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu facehug.

Bearing this in mind, when the team set out and Wei Dongliu suddenly received a transmission from the Qilin, stating they should take the southern route, everyone, despite being astonished and hesitant, still trusted his judgment.

However, “defeating those Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivators” and “defeating a Golden Core Realm Cultivator” imply levels of power that are not on the same plane.

To put it in a commonplace analogy, the former lets everyone acknowledge you as the “big brother,” but at least we are still of the same generation.

The latter means that we’re not on the same level anymore, and everyone should treat you as a senior…

It’s not an impossible adjustment, as Demon Cult Cultivators can be very adaptable, but it does involve a quick shift from calling someone “bro” to “boss,” essentially tearing off one’s own face and trampling it underfoot.

After a long stare, Gu Lie made a decision first.

The Demon Buddha’s cultivation technique and combat style were exactly the same as his own, just like a “future version of Gu Lie” at the Golden Core Realm.

Even he, who has already formed his core, was severely beaten by the other party. What face did he have to call someone else “fellow Daoist”? Was he worthy?

He might as well just start licking ass!

So, he quickly put on a smile and was about to flatter the others respectfully, when he saw Jiang the Witch rush towards Wei Dongliu with a speed much faster than his, and in an instant, she eagerly said:

“Wei fellow Daoist! What kind of cultivation technique is this?”

Wei Dongliu looked at her coldly without uttering a word.

Seeing that he didn’t strike her and given that her Danger Intuition didn’t issue any warnings, Jiang Liyan immediately relaxed, and the smile on her face became even more brilliant.

She was a witch of the Heavenly Demon Path, most adept at observing words and expressions, manipulating hearts, and she also discerned that Wei Dongliu was in an abnormal state at that moment, seemingly some kind of Dharma Body.

Hmm, in light of what the Demon Buddha said earlier, let’s tentatively call it the “Abi Devil Lord Dharma Body.”

This Abi Devil Lord Dharma Body clearly changed Wei Dongliu’s personality, making him proud and unyielding, wild and unrestrained.

Of course, this actually added to his charm… Of course, that’s not the point! The main thing was that even though his disposition changed, he hadn’t lost his sanity.

As long as Wei Dongliu was still rational, there was no reason for him to harm her. After all, she was helping to guide his two disciples!

“Wei fellow Daoist, why is your hair red?” Jiang Liyan shamelessly moved closer, trying to touch his hair but Wei Dongliu slapped her hand away impatiently.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Wei fellow Daoist, what’s with your eyes, a pupil within a pupil? It looks pretty good, though!”

“Get lost!”

Jiang the Witch was undeterred, just kept giggling and pestering Wei Dongliu, talking to him non-stop, with adoration almost materializing from her eyes.

Seeing this, the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to Fellow Daoist Jiang’s shameless interruption of the awkward atmosphere, they didn’t have to hesitate about whether to let go of their dignity and start groveling… She had already slobbered all over him; what’s wrong with a few complimentary words from us?

And so, everyone started to heap praise on him.

“We owe it to Wei fellow Daoist for striking down that Demon Buddha!” Wen Yang said with a beaming smile, “Otherwise, we’d be in grave danger right now!”

“Wei fellow Daoist, this must be the Demon Lord Dharma Body.” Gu Lie also showed an expression of admiration, “To possess a Dharma Body before forming a Golden Core, you truly have a limitless future ahead of you, Wei fellow Daoist!”

“Impressive,” said Long Xiaoqi.

Wei Dongliu ignored all the flattery, just kept waving his hand to shoo away the faceless Jiang the Witch.

“Wei fellow Daoist, how long can you maintain this Dharma Body? All day?”

“Wei fellow Daoist, I will pick out a black robe for you when we get back; the black and red combination will look even better!”

“Wei fellow Daoist, can you scold me one more time? Something like, ‘I’m not interested in you, woman,’ perhaps?”

Wei Dongliu looked at her expressionlessly, silently operating the “Demon-Subduing Upper Spirit Division to Clarify the Obscure Classic,” transforming all the Demon Origin in his body back into Daoist True Yuan.

Soon, his blood-red hair shifted back to jet black, the double-pupils in his eyes quickly faded away, and the unruly and enchanting demeanor also disappeared from his face, restoring it to an expressionless icy visage.

Jiang Liyan blinked, feeling suddenly empty inside as if she had lost something very important to her.

Ah, how bland.

“Let’s continue onward,” she turned around, pointing to the entrance of the corridor ahead, and said indifferently to Wei Dongliu, “We don’t have much time left.”

Wen Yang and Gu Lie chuckled awkwardly, keeping an eye on Wei Dongliu’s expression. Long Xiaoqi’s gaze wandered back and forth between the two, seemingly curious about Jiang Liyan’s 180-degree change in attitude.

“Alright,” Wei Dongliu didn’t hold these things against them and took the lead, walking forward.