Chapter 194 The Sickness Surrenders
Yang Jian showed up. At this time, he was still using the lotus incarnation to maintain the appearance of Poxun and did not reveal the true form of the lotus incarnation.

Several shocked eyes looked at him from below. He smiled softly, and his figure slowly descended, landing in front of the real Po Xun. He slowly said, "Po Xun, I didn't expect you to be so sensible."

After saying this, he stretched out one hand, with some mysterious mark shining on his palm, and pressed it towards Poxun's head.

The corners of Bo Xun's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something, but his Adam's apple loosened and he suppressed those thoughts.

Facing the big hand pressing down on him, the flashing mark on it made him feel inexplicably familiar.

This is~
The way this mark was formed is very similar to the method used by Nuwa.

Bo Xun was startled.

Could it be that the guy in front of him with the world-destroying black lotus has joined forces with Nuwa?
A trace of fear first arose in his heart, but was soon replaced by intense excitement.

He had already worshipped the creature in front of him as the Demon Ancestor, and had made the decision to submit to the other party.

This is his only way to survive right now, so he must hold on to it tightly.

If he did not seek refuge with the creature before him, he would certainly not escape the fate of being suppressed.

No matter if it was the six demons' Ketu Rahu's prison array or the creatures in front of him.

He knows the other party's identity, so he will be feared by the other party.

Only by complete surrender can he survive.

Do not!
Not just surviving.

If this person can really inherit Luohou's position as the Demon Ancestor, then the demon path will be revived in the ancient world.

By then, the devil will surely suppress all living beings. In other words, the future of the devil is promising!

Thinking of this, Bo Xun's eyes were about to burst with excitement.

He faced the big hand pressing down on him and slowly lowered his head.

When the mark came upon his body, he soon felt his soul leap. The mark slowly emerged in his spirit and connected his entire body.

The marks turned into bright threads, shuttling through his fascia, flesh, and soul.

As long as the owner of the mark has a thought, his soul and body will be turned into a pile of minced meat.

Seeing that Po Xun did not resist, Yang Jian calmly accepted the mark he gave him.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

His subsequent plans will undoubtedly be much easier with the cooperation of Bo Xun.

As for the mark he impressed into Po Xun’s body, it was from the arm of Fairy Caixia.

This mark cannot completely restrict the Heavenly Demon. At best, it can only shred the body and soul. It may be threatening enough for other creatures, but it is not enough for the Heavenly Demon.

Because the devil is an immortal being.

The only way to destroy and restrict the demons is with karmic fire.

Otherwise, there would be no need for Luohu to create the Ketu Luohu Demon Prison Array. He could only seal and suppress it but not eliminate it from the root.

However, Yang Jian did not intend to use the karmic fire to grind Bo Xun to ashes, because Bo Xun was of great use to him.

Now that Poxun was so sensible and surrendered voluntarily, he gave up his plan to kill Poxun completely.

After doing all this, he looked up at the six demons around him.

At this time, the six demons were still immersed in shock and unable to recover.

After seeing that Poxun really surrendered to the creature and accepted the mark.

Their eyes looked as if they were facing a great enemy.

Although they had mocked this mysterious creature when Poxun knelt down before, Poxun was actually willing to surrender.

This made them doubt their own judgment.

Although the cultivation level of the creatures before them seemed ordinary to them and posed no threat at all.

But there is no guarantee that this guy is really a transformed great god who roams the ancient world.

After all, it was able to ignore their Demon-Imprisoning Formation, directly break the Demon-Imprisoning chains, and treat the Demon-Imprisoning Formation as nothing. All of these demonstrated the strength of the creature in front of it.

"Everyone, how do you think Po Xun compares to the Heavenly Dog at this moment? Aren't they exactly the same?"

The sick young man continued.

After saying this, he did not wait for the expected support from the other five demons.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the old demon and said, "Old man, why don't you cooperate this time?"

The old demon did not answer.

The sick young man's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he noticed from the corner of his eye that the other four demons were looking at him in horror.

No, not at him.

Instead, he looked behind him! A bone-chilling chill suddenly rose from behind him.

The sick young man turned around, only to see the tip of the gun getting bigger and bigger in his eyes.

Black flames burned on the tip of the gun, conveying an extremely powerful and deadly crisis.

It made his limbs feel cold.

This feeling made the sick young man feel extremely strange.

He hasn't felt this way for many years.

Death is so close.

It reminded him of the Death Demon among the Eight Demons of Suffering, and a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

"Well done!"

The sick young man reached behind his head, grabbed a familiar object, and pulled it out skillfully.

A bloody spine appeared in the palm of his hand.

He actually refined his own spine into a magic weapon.

This is the root of his illness, and also his most powerful magic weapon. Any living being entangled by his illness will have their flesh and blood and soul transformed into a pool of blood.

He looked arrogant, and with one hand swung, he wrapped around the tip of the gun that was stabbing at him.

At the moment when the two touched each other.

The sick young man's face changed instantly. The root of his illness, which he regarded as precious as his life, was shattered into pieces in front of the tip of the gun. The scattered bones were swept away by the karma fire wrapped around the gun and turned into ashes.

The tip of the gun came extremely fast, and in an instant it completely destroyed the root of his illness.

A hint of fear flashed in his eyes and he opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

"Chi~"

But the tip of the gun did not stop at all and pierced him straight through.

Soon, he felt severe pain spreading throughout his body.

It was as if a ball of fire was devouring his body and soul.

"Too much nonsense!"

Yang Jian picked up the remains of the sick young master with one hand. As the body was turned into ashes by the karmic fire, he felt the weight of the gun tip becoming lighter and lighter.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at the other five demons, signaling who else would come.

The other five demons didn't dare to move at all, they were already scared out of their wits.

The demon of disease is not weak. It can be ranked third among the eight demons of suffering. Only the demons of life and death are slightly stronger than it.

But he was no match for this mysterious creature who pretended to be Po Xun.

In an instant, he died.

The eight demons of suffering could sense each other, and they clearly sensed that after the disease demon was killed, there was no sign of revival in the Heavenly Demon Pool.

This discovery is the reason why they dare not act rashly.

The old demon's Adam's apple loosened, he swallowed his saliva, and said in a hoarse voice: "This~uh~"

He wanted to speak to ease the situation, but suddenly found that he didn't know how to address the creature in front of him.

If you say he is Mara, then the real Mara is kneeling beside him.

To say that he is the ancestor of demons, the Eight Bitter Demons cannot bring themselves to do so.

If there is anyone in the Nine Demon Tower who is the most loyal to Rāhu, it must be the Eight Demons of Suffering.

Their original identity was to be the close attendants of the Demon Ancestor Rāhu. After Rāhu disappeared, their status declined.

This made them most eager to see the Demon Ancestor reappear.

But what they want is the Demon Ancestor Rāhu, not the mysterious guy in front of them!
He was ready to lower his posture in order to gain a chance of survival, and was about to speak.

A blinding cold light blew back the words from his mouth.

Before he could react, he felt something sharp entering his body.

The aura that could destroy everything and burn all cause and effect began to spread within the body.

The old demon looked shocked.

fast!
It's just too fast.

It was so fast that he didn't have time to escape through his own skin.

(End of this chapter)