Chapter 186 The Devil Po Xun
This devil's methods are extremely cruel.

In order to find the hidden lotus incarnation.

He did not hesitate to use large-scale attack techniques. All living creatures within a hundred miles radius began wailing everywhere. There were heavy casualties, and the ground was littered with charred corpses killed by thunder.

It is indeed the devil's method.

Yang Jian saw that his identity was exposed.

Suddenly no longer hold back.

The water cloud body was displayed.

The small insect in the gap turned into a puff of smoke and avoided the grasp of the purple-faced demon.

"What a magical power!"

All I heard was the devil cheering.

This kind of body skills are extremely rare in the ancient times. When he grabbed just now, his palm had already secretly displayed magical powers, and it was no problem for him to catch the sky and the earth.

But he still dodged it easily.

How could he not be surprised?

The purple-faced demon did not take any action. He stood in the air and waited, watching the white smoke slowly turn from virtual to real and transform into a human form.

"You dare to come to my Mount Xumi, you must be no unknown person, and tell me your name!"

"How dare you, little devil, be so arrogant in front of me!"

Fairy Caixia couldn't stand anyone being more arrogant than her, so she kept shouting in Yang Jian's ear to beat this guy until he kneeled down and begged for mercy. Unfortunately, she couldn't directly control the lotus incarnation to fight, so she could only say a few words temporarily.

Yang Jian is a variable, and nothing he does will be resisted by the ancient world at this time.

But Fairy Caixia is different. Her power does not come from the ancient world at this time, but is cultivated in later generations.

There would be nothing unusual in using power below the Heavenly Immortal Realm. If she fully exerted the power of a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, she would only be wiped out by the prehistoric world in order to smooth out the imbalance between space and time.

Therefore, the lotus incarnation is like a car, and the gasoline from Fairy Caixia's cultivation provides power for it.

As a driver, Yang Jian, a variable, can eliminate this sense of disharmony.

Soon, the lotus incarnation was taken over by Yang Jian.

Yang Jian knew that he couldn't listen to Fairy Caixia. Although Fairy Caixia had a high level of cultivation, his character flaws were not worthy of such a high level of cultivation. If he acted according to her wishes, he didn't know how he would be killed.

After all, he had learned his lesson many times, and now he secretly warned himself in his heart that he should only listen to half of Fairy Caixia's words in the future.

Looking at the Nine Demon Tower not far away, which was filled with evil spirit, he felt the intimidating gazes from it.

He has been exposed at this time. Even if he captures the demon in front of him, he will not be able to escape harm in this place surrounded by powerful enemies.

After figuring out the situation, he began to feel like backing out.

"Grandpa, I will not change my name or surname~"

Yang Jian was halfway through his words when the rest of the voice became inaudible.

"What?" The purple-faced demon subconsciously listened.

But I didn’t wait for the follow-up.

Looking back, I saw the lotus incarnation riding on the clouds and escaping into the distance.

He immediately realized that he had been fooled. He thought of the many fellow Taoists waiting to see him show off his prowess, but now he was fooled by this guy. He was immediately furious. He chased after him while shouting, "Wow, you are so bold! How dare you fool me? I will definitely skin you alive and refine your soul in the magic tower for millions of years!"

Listening to the shouts coming from behind, Yang Jian laughed in his heart.

Only a fool would stand there and fight with that devil.

After all, it was right above the Nine Demon Tower, their lair. They were unfamiliar with the place, and Yang Jian came alone. If more demons came out of it, he would be outnumbered and defeated.

So he thought of taking the opportunity to escape. If this guy followed him, he would fight him. If the other party didn't follow him, he could escape and make further plans.

About half a day later, Yang Jian looked back and vaguely saw a black dot far behind him.

Below him was a plain filled with groups of Shuras fighting each other. The ground was still the color of rust and the terrain was flat. It was a good place to fight and there was no need to worry about any living creatures ambushing in secret.

Since that guy followed him, he might as well fight him and get familiar with the strength of the demon under Luohou. If the demon's magic was mysterious, he would say nothing and turn around and leave the Western Wasteland.

After calling Tongtian, the two of them will form a group and come to Mount Xumi.

But his worries were unnecessary.

Fairy Caixia has already introduced the other party's identity to him.

The Nine Demon Towers are filled with Rāhu's followers. Except for some great demons, most of the others are ordinary Shuras.

The demon leaders in the Nine Demon Tower are divided into the Nine Heavenly Demons, the Eight Bitterness Demons, the Five Aggregates Demons, the Three Attachments Demons, and the Paranirmita-vasavartin Heaven Demon King according to their status.

The purple-faced demon calls himself the leader of the Nine Heavenly Demons, but in fact he is only slightly higher in status than the lowest level, and there are four more levels above him.

These classes are divided according to strength. The strength of the Nine Heavenly Demons is roughly equivalent to that of the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island.

The Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island are all at the Golden Immortal realm, and so are the Nine Heavenly Demons.

His bigger plan was to eat this demon, and through seventy-two transformations, sneak into the Nine Demon Tower and look for the Immortal-Slaying Sword.

After a few breaths, the purple-faced demon flew several miles away with the power of thunder, and then he looked vigilant and did not move forward.

The purple-faced demon asked, "Why don't you run away?"

"Waiting for you to die."

Yang Jian laughed.

The purple-faced demon's eyes suddenly began to flicker. He saw that the creature in front of him had ordinary aura and was obviously weaker than him.

But his words at this moment were full of confidence, and I wonder who gave him the courage.

He sneered, and in an instant his figure appeared above Yang Jian's lotus incarnation.

The purple golden pestle in his hand was wrapped in purple thunder and smashed down heavily.

"Dang~"

There was a sound of metal clashing, like thunder that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The purple-faced demon's expression suddenly changed. The purple-gold pestle in his hand was held down by the creature in front of him with one hand, and he could not move at all, as if he had encountered a natural chasm and could hardly get close.

The purple thunder that could kill ordinary creatures if it touched it could not shake his body at all.

His pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and there was not even a trace of black in his eyes, only the whites of his eyes.

Because there is only one possibility to be able to perform like this.

That is, the guy in front of him has a much higher level of cultivation than him, so he can ignore the thunder hidden in his purple gold pestle.

He remembered that when he struck the purple gold bowl before, all living creatures within a hundred miles radius died under the thunder.

But the caterpillar it transformed into was fine.

He originally thought that some kind of magical power helped it avoid his attack.

He just knew it now.

This guy actually used his physical body to bear his thunder, and at the same time he could ensure that he would not turn into his original form while enduring the thunder.

He couldn't even imagine such a hard body and such powerful magical powers.

"You have such magical powers, why do you have to hide?"

The purple-faced demon's voice was hoarse, and he felt like there was something blocking his throat that he could neither spit out nor swallow.

Was it shock? Or fear?

"I am Po Xun. Mount Xumi has always welcomed fellow Taoists to come into the mountain to discuss Taoism. Why don't you follow me into the mountain?"

He spoke hurriedly, his attitude changing very quickly, as if he was afraid that if he spoke slowly he would be beheaded.

After saying that, he felt that it was not very reliable. The sense of crisis that his death was approaching could not be dispelled. He continued to add: "Daoyou has such a high level of cultivation, so he must not be an unknown person. Have you heard of the name of the Demon Ancestor? The Demon Ancestor Luohou is in Mount Xumi. If anything happens to me, Daoyou will find it difficult to escape from the Western Wasteland."

(End of this chapter)