The physical strength of a cultivator in the Transformation Stage was extremely powerful. Enhanced by the power of the Divine Elephant, A Lang's head shattered with a crack.
Chen Changsheng roared, and his war halberd slashed from A Lang's head to his tail!
Yellowish-white, unknown liquid sprayed out like a fountain, mixed with a foul odor.
A Lang screamed heart-wrenchingly, split in two by the war halberd, collapsing like a mountain, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Immediately, a wisp of Phoenix True Fire ignited the heavens and earth within a hundred miles!
Chen Changsheng didn't stop there. Cockroaches had extremely tenacious vitality, let alone cockroaches that had become demons; their vitality would only be even more terrifying.
The moment the Phoenix True Fire ignited, he saw A Lang's two severed halves, their bodies being burned by the flames, yet they could still crawl sideways to escape, heading in different directions, like two moving seas of fire.
Chen Changsheng snorted coldly. As his facial mask switched, a void passage unfolded before him, and the war halberd continuously slashed at the void.
Boom!
Thunder and flames swept across, and A Lang's two halves instantly exploded, even the earth was torn into deep abyss-like cracks by these two halberd strikes!
"He has some skill, but not much."
Chen Changsheng thought to himself. His shrunken body landed back on the ground. Before he could even take a deep breath, a chill suddenly swept over his entire body.
Dense, dark brown tentacles, like thin threads reaching the sky, probed out from the mist, swaying and intertwining with each other in mid-air.
Recalling Luo Liuxi's earlier reminder, Chen Changsheng felt a sense of foreboding.
A large group of cockroach demons emerged from the mist, some crawling on the ground, some walking on two legs like humans, their heights and sizes uneven, and some even newly born little demons, whose shells were still yellowish-white and had not yet turned red.
The demons in the Spiritual Sea were all social creatures, and the number of cockroach demons was among the highest.
Chen Changsheng's killing of a cockroach demon directly attracted the hatred and pursuit of a group of demons.
"A Lang is dead!"
"It's a human cultivator. They broke into our territory, plundered our food, and killed A Lang."
"Let's avenge A Lang together! Let this human cultivator become food. I want to gnaw on his head!"
The cockroach demons had ferocious faces and strange appearances, with different bizarre body shapes, either with particularly thick or thin and numerous legs, or with bodies covered in tentacles or ghost faces.
The previous A Lang was actually the demon among them that looked most like a normal cockroach.
Cockroach demons surrounded him from all directions, and a buzzing and trembling sound of wings echoed in the sky.
Chen Changsheng immediately遁入虚空 (dunru xukong -遁入虚空 means遁入虚空, which is a way to escape, so I will translate it as escaped into the void), but unexpectedly, there were also cockroach demons in the void, swiftly crawling out of the deep purple cracks, screaming and pouncing towards him.
Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Chen Changsheng's eyes turned cold, and the lines on his Daoist mask changed, activating the Nezha face.
Boom!
In an instant, Daoist true energy condensed into three heads and six arms. The Nine Revolutions Heavenly Gang Arm Rings vibrated in sync with the power of the Divine Elephant. Chen Changsheng, wielding a sword and a war halberd, stepped on the mudra steps and moved, unleashing ten thousand sword shadows with a single slash.
"Kill!"
Chen Changsheng shouted in a low voice, confronting the cockroach demon group head-on.
Since he couldn't escape, he would kill all the enemies!
He fought his way out of the void plane, with the illusory image of his Dharma Idol appearing behind him, wearing the Lü Shan Daoist mask.
For a time, the sky and earth within a hundred miles were filled with blazing and manic thunder flames.
The illusory image of the Phoenix and the Great Hole Thunder intertwined, wreaking havoc and slaughtering the demon群 (qun - group) . Large swaths of cockroach demons exploded and died miserably, their shrill screams and roars ringing out incessantly.
The Yin-Yang Cauldron overhead crashed down, instantly crushing a large number of cockroach demons with weak cultivations.
Immediately afterwards, at the moment when the ten thousand sword shadows merged into one, the sword light cut out a deep and long canyon between the heavens and the earth, and countless cockroach demons died instantly.
Chen Changsheng waved his hand casually, and true energy condensed into a large rain of weapons, sweeping across like a torrential rain, blasting out countless deep pits.
The cockroach demon group suffered a tragic massacre, their faces turning pale, and they fled in panic.
The identities of hunter and prey were reversed.
Chen Changsheng was like a killing god wielding thousands of Daoist techniques, chasing and killing along the cockroach demons' escape route.
The surrounding fog gradually dissipated, revealing a gloomy and desolate desert landscape.
Blood covered the sky and the earth. Chen Changsheng killed a full 70% of the cockroach demons, with cockroach limbs and charred corpses everywhere. In the end, only 30% of the cockroach demons crawled desperately into the desert underground.
Only then did Chen Changsheng withdraw his Daoist magical powers and stop his relentless pursuit.
The Spiritual Sea had already been upgraded into a forbidden area. Now that he had successfully escaped the misty area, observing the environment and finding his teammates was the key.
Slaughtering cockroach demon groups was meaningless and would only attract big trouble.
If he guessed correctly, there were probably a huge number of cockroach demons lurking in the cockroach demons' lair. Breaking into the cockroach lair was no different from seeking death.
"According to A Lang, there should be other immortal cultivators in this space. I wonder if they are friends or foes."
Chen Changsheng swallowed a few pills to regulate his breathing and recover. The mask lines transformed into Wu Yingmei's face.
With a wave of his hand, stars surrounded his body, and he tapped lightly towards the void, immediately spreading a layer of light purple smoke.
He was using Wu Yingmei's Purple Smoke Heavenly Mystery Technique to deduce his current situation, and many incomplete pictures immediately appeared in his pupils, and a large number of complex riddle-like hints appeared in his mind.
"Damn, why is it that the Heavenly Mystery Technique I cast myself gives riddle-like answers?"
Chen Changsheng was a little dumbfounded by the deduction results.
He couldn't help but wonder if the reason why those cultivators who were proficient in divination liked to be riddle-makers was because they didn't understand the meaning themselves, so they spoke unclearly?
"Or is it because my Heavenly Mystery Technique was obtained through Daoist cheating deduction, and I haven't learned the riddle-solving knowledge of the Heavenly Mystery Technique, so even if the answer is given, I can't understand it?"
It's like a primary school student looking at advanced mathematics. Even if the entire process of the solution is given, they still don't understand the ghost symbols above.
Chen Changsheng's mouth twitched slightly, but fortunately, there was still the Immortal Cultivation Group.
It didn't matter if he didn't understand; he could find a teacher online to help him with the problem.
Immediately, he opened the Immortal Cultivation Group and sent a private message to Wu Yingmei: "Teacher Wu, please help me explain what this Heavenly Mystery deduction result means?"
Wu Yingmei: "?"
Wu Yingmei: "You are so cute, imitating my Heavenly Mystery Daoist technique, but you don't know what the answer says."
Chen Changsheng sent an embarrassed and sweaty expression.
He thought that by replicating Wu Yingmei's Heavenly Mystery Daoist technique, he would be able to leap to become a master of divination, but he didn't expect that he had only copied an answer and still didn't understand how to do the problem.
No wonder there were so few cultivators proficient in the Heavenly Mystery Technique. This was indeed not a Daoist technique that ordinary people could master.
It seemed that if he wanted to become a master of divination, he would have to cram this kind of knowledge after returning.
As his thoughts flowed, Wu Yingmei sent another message, giving only four words.
Dire straits, little fortune!
