only half-powered, and the demonic energy on his body gradually subsided. Lu Xia Tian felt weak all over, but at this moment, he couldn't afford to be injured. With a flash of his body, he quickly fl...“Arrogant human brat.” The demon attendant possessed by the Yuè Mò Zì’s eyes turned cold, but he didn't speak further. He desperately wanted to kill this silver-haired young man in front of him, but he had to admit that this kid was truly extraordinary. To wake up from the soul-shattering magic sound wasn't much slower than them, these old monsters. It was obvious that this fellow, who was only at the early stage of the Yuán Yíng realm, already had a Divine Soul comparable to theirs, these old monsters.
Unless they saw it with their own eyes, the You Yue Mo Zi and his group would probably find it hard to believe. Even if they wanted revenge against these two human races, they would at least choose a deserted place to fight, otherwise, if a large-scale battle broke out, other old monsters of the Jin Jia Shi Wang might take advantage of the situation. This kind of foolish thing You Yue Mo Zi would never do.
As soon as the words left her lips, the killing intent, coldness, and confusion in Xiang Qingcheng's eyes cleared. Lu Xia Tian secretly let out a breath of relief. Her reaction wasn't slow either. Xiang Qingcheng's soul was stronger than he had expected. With his help later, it should be fine. Without Xiang Qingcheng, even if Lu Xia Tian considered himself skillful, facing these old monsters, each with extraordinary power and years of experience as powerful demons, he wouldn't have much confidence. But with Xiang Qingcheng by his side, their strength increased, and his confidence naturally grew.
"Let's go!" Xiang Qingcheng let out a long sigh, as if to expel the chaotic demonic consciousness attack from the Soul-Stirring Devil Sound completely.
Lu Xia Tian nodded, seeing the Golden Armored Corpse King and his group also continue to approach Zhuimo Pond. The two followed closely behind.
At this time, the Ox Turtle, Demon Hawk, Phantom Moon Devil Eye, Wind Snow Giant Ape and Lu Xiaoteng and the others were not too far from that Fallen Demon Pool, but their pace of travel was as slow as ordinary people.
The closer one gets to the Devil's Pool, the more the smooth, mirror-like surface of the pool echoes with the screeching cries and eerie laughter of demons. These demonic sounds coalesce into tangible waves that emanate outwards in concentric circles.
“The demonic sound manifests! What great commotion has occurred in the Demon Pit this time” At this moment, even the two great demons, the Roc and the Ox Turtle, could not help but change their expressions. The Golden Armored Corpse King's expression was equally grave.
Lu Xia Tian extended his hand forward, drawing a sword-shaped light shield in front of him. However, this soul-shattering demonic sound only paused slightly before passing through the sword-shaped light shield. Once this soul-shattering demonic sound erupted, even ordinary methods of combat proved utterly useless. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, everything was as still as a pond. This soul-shattering demonic sound spread like water throughout the pond, and all those present were like fish within it, unable to escape the influence of the demonic sound no matter what methods they employed. The only way to avoid its effects was to leave the area beforehand. At this moment, even if one wished to leave, it would likely be far from easy.
That cacophony of negativity, like a swarm of bees, burrowed into people's minds, directly attacking their primordial spirit, attempting to influence its emotions. They didn't need to directly obliterate the cultivator's primordial spirit; simply influencing it was enough. Desire, cruelty, bloodlust, and depravity – all these would seep in. Every cultivator, regardless of their level, had weaknesses. Even Yuan Ying cultivators, compared to Qi cultivators or Foundation Establishment cultivators, were essentially just primordial spirits with stronger magical power. However, they weren't without flaws. It was simply that Yuan Ying cultivators, after years of cultivation, had experienced more of the world's complexities, its human dramas and betrayals. Their minds became more resilient and mature as a result.
But this does not mean that a Yuanying cultivator has no weaknesses. If viewed from the perspective of a Huashen ancestor, a Yuanying cultivator is simply vulnerable, riddled with weaknesses from head to toe.
Although Lu Xia Tian considered himself quite capable, under the influence of this soul-stirring magic sound, he was confronted with memories like his passionate entanglement with Dongfang Yi and Luo Ping'er, the lingering feelings for Luo Qing, the fateful encounter in Dan Wang City, the bloody carnage at the city's outer sea, and the massacre of Xue Li City due to his escape from the pursuit of the Xuan Yan Ghost King. Though given another chance, Lu Xia Tian would still make the same choices, yet he couldn't shake the guilt of so many cultivators perishing. This pang of remorse, buried deep within him, was now brought back to the surface by the soul-stirring magic sound.
The departure of the former residents of Lingxiao Palace, making junior sister Su Qing a tragic figure among the Ghost Clan...
One by one, they flitted across Lu XiaTian's mind like flickering reflections.
By the time Lu Xia Tian pulled himself out of the tangled mess of emotions, he realized his entire body was drenched in cold sweat. His clothes were even soaked through.
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"What incredible soul-stirring magic!" At the last moment, Lu Xiaotian himself almost succumbed. Just then, the Zhen Yao Pagoda once again resonated with Buddhist light. A chorus of serene and peaceful Buddhist chants filled the air—the very mantras Lu Xiaotian had recited when he refined the Zhen Yao Pagoda. The solemn and harmonious chanting pulled Lu Xiaotian back from the brink of falling.
Having survived the ordeal, Lu Xia Tian couldn't help but feel immense relief. He became even more wary of the dangers of the Demon Abyss. Before a truly powerful Demon Clan expert had appeared, this mere Demon Sound was already so formidable. One couldn't help but wonder what astonishing secrets were hidden within the depths of the Demon Abyss.
"No good, Xiang Qingcheng!" Lu Xiaoteng woke up, realizing that even he was almost swayed by this soul-stirring demonic sound. What about Xiang Qingcheng whose primordial spirit was weaker than his
Lu Xia Tian concentrated his gaze and saw that above Xiang Qing Cheng's head, dark clouds were gathering. However, they weren't real clouds, but demonic miasma drifting over from the Demon Pit. Within the darkness, countless invisible demons could be seen passing through and entering Xiang Qing Cheng's body, wreaking havoc.
At this time, Xiang Qingcheng's white battle robe had flown dozens of feet away, revealing her exquisite and beautiful face. However, in front of Lu Xia Tian, although she didn't know much about her, the usually proud Xiang Qingcheng's expression was complex, her eyes downcast, and her fists clenched tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, drops of bright red blood dripping onto the black ice.
“It seems that although Xiang Cheng is as cold as ice on the outside, she is a person with a story.” Seeing two lines of tears sliding down Xiang Cheng’s delicate face, Lu Xia Tian thought to himself in his heart, at least the other party is not as dazzling as she appears on the surface.
Having sensed Lu Xiaoteng's gaze, the demonic creature within Xiang Qingcheng's head of demon miasma bared its fangs and claws at Lu Xiaoteng in a menacing display. It seemed to be warning Lu Xiaoteng not to interfere.
"Poisonous miasma!" Lu Xiaoteng shouted coldly, pinching a series of hand seals. Waves of Sanskrit chants issued from his throat, obscure yet serene. They transformed into sound waves, compared to the soul-stirring demonic sounds emanating from the entire Devil Subduing Pool, the demonic sounds were like furious waves crashing against the shore. However, Lu Xiaoteng wasn't trying to counter the soul-stirring demonic sounds from the entire Devil Subduing Pool; he merely wanted to rescue Xiang Qingcheng from this unfavorable state.
Lu Xiaoteng formed arcane Sanskrit seals in his hands, forming countless silver "Wan Zi" (ten thousand character) imprints. They gradually surrounded Xiang Qingcheng, blocking the soul-shaking demonic sound from attacking her further. After a moment, the "Wan Zi" imprints almost enveloped the space around Xiang Qingcheng for several zhang (a traditional Chinese unit of measurement). A silvery-gray Buddhist light shone brightly, and Lu Xiaoteng's throat vibrated as chants echoed into Xiang Qingcheng's ears. The green, withered body of the Silken Bone Insect reluctantly wriggled in the air for a few times. Xiang Yuze opened his mouth and sucked it into his body from afar. A gray, slightly putrid odor was...