coobybook Chapter 169 Mountain in Light Ink Painting
Chapter 169 Mountain in Light Ink Painting
The moment Xue Lan bit off the demon god's arm, the demon god's body transformed into a sky full of demonic flames, which then turned into a giant hand that slammed down on Xue Lan.
Azure ice clusters sprouted beneath Xue Lan's feet, slightly distorting the surrounding space-time. Just as the powerful palm strike was about to land, the white wolf, who had been standing quietly in place, suddenly vanished and appeared behind the demonic flames in an instant.
The demon god, hidden behind the demonic flames, was twisted and shattered by the claws of the Silver Moon Wolf, transforming into ferocious, roaring demonic shadows that flew into the sky.
Xue Lan looked at the scattered demonic shadows in front of her and slowly landed on the ice surface. The reflections of the sun beneath her feet were beautiful ice lotuses in full bloom.
The demonic shadows roared as they soared into the heavens, where they continued to transform into the forms of demon gods in mid-air.
Xue Lan raised her head slightly, and when they looked at each other, they both saw a determination to fight to the death in each other's eyes.
The eye contact lasted for a split second. A moment later, the ice clusters beneath the white wolf's feet on the ice surface rose rapidly, like continuously growing stairs. Xue Lan leaped onto the ice stairs, her ribbons fluttering in the wind, accompanied by the icy power constantly emanating from her body, like a snow-white arrow.
The woman's unrestrained voice rang out: "Does the Demon God know? I don't really like people who stand taller than me."
As soon as the words were spoken, the ribbons behind the giant white wolf transformed into rapid sword light and shot towards the demon god in mid-air, forming a net that trapped the demon god in the center.
At the same time, the demonic energy on the demon god gathered in his hand, transforming into a blood-red scimitar.
Just as the net of heaven and earth was about to trap the demon god, the middle-aged man slashed with his curved blade, and a blood-red blade shadow slashed directly towards Xue Lan.
The Sun-Tracing Mirror stood before Xue Lan, shattering the instant the crimson blade struck. Shards imbued with the power of spacetime flew outwards, distorting the surrounding spacetime. To the two combatants, this manifested as a shift in the surrounding spacetime, a kaleidoscope of colors revealing an unimaginable, unknown realm.
When the demon looked at the shattered shards of glass and then turned to look at Xue Lan, his eyes were filled with overwhelming killing intent.
"Is he only now realizing you're a threat?" The inner demon's voice was somewhat displeased, clearly not believing that the demon god had previously disregarded Xue Lan.
"Otherwise what? Hasn't the Demon God who dares to invade the Yuanming Realm so casually always harbored such arrogant thoughts?"
In the eyes of the Demon God, only the demon lords of the Yuanming Realm from ten thousand years ago were qualified to fight him, but those demon lords, whether it was the Golden Crow or the Bai Ze Fusang... all died before him.
In the eyes of the current demon god, no one in the lower realm of Yuanming is qualified to be his opponent, not even Xue Lan, a top-level demon beast who has mastered the art of time and space.
However, Xue Lan was still somewhat grateful for his arrogance.
It was precisely because of his arrogance...
The woman's voice carried an invincible aura.
"I have just regained some memories of my past life and know that the life-or-death battle in my past life was the reason why the Demon God was asleep..."
The inner demon looked at the dilapidated wooden door in front of it within its sea of consciousness.
Half of the seal in Xue Lan's heart has been broken, and the remaining half is also somewhat shaky.
“In my past life, I had a way to severely injure him. In this dream where I have the upper hand, there’s no reason why I can’t do it.”
A new Sun-Tracing Mirror gathered beneath the feet of the enormous white wolf. A gust of wind and snow swept around her, and when the wind and snow cleared, the one standing there was no longer the tall white wolf, but a woman with snow-white hair reaching her ankles.
The woman held the Emberlight Sword, her aura restrained, as if all her sharpness was suppressed into the ice beneath her feet.
The woman slightly raised her eyes and looked at the demon god in front of her.
The woman slowly took out a scroll from her sleeve and unfurled it in front of Xue Lan.
"The Demon God and Xue Lan are old friends. When we catch up, we can't just fight. You can also come and visit my Danmo Mountain..."
The slowly unfolding scroll faded before Xue Lan's eyes, and the various landscapes depicted within began to disappear gradually.
Meanwhile, on the boundless pool of blood before them, faint green mountains gradually appeared, along with an endless grove of crabapple trees and floating crabapple petals on the gurgling spiritual spring.
The woman raised her hand, and the tip of her sword lifted a vibrant pink dragon, lively and beautiful, which flew towards the demon god who had long been incorporated into the Dark Ink Mountain.
The Light Ink Mountain is not merely a gift from Xue Lan to Jin Guang; it is a magical artifact similar to the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map, its full name being the Thousand Mountains Light Ink Map. All the scenery depicted on it is painted with light ink, giving it a fresh and elegant feel.
Even the most vibrant crabapple tree among them was a pale pink.
However, from the moment the Demon God was incorporated into this world, the scenery within Danmo Mountain began to subtly change.
The originally pale blue sky began to take on a deep gray hue, and the light pink crabapple blossoms turned into a somewhat flamboyant purplish-red.
The spring water flowing beneath the crabapple blossoms turned a bizarre blood red.
The demon god's scimitar blocked its master's path, scattering the flower dragon sent by Xue Lan. The seemingly drifting, delicate begonia petals were not shattered by the demonic energy on the scimitar, but instead floated gently upwards into the sky with the surrounding breeze. Each petal carried Xue Lan's pure sword intent.
Xue Lan smiled, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.
Although both Xue Lan and Jin Guang prefer to start everything with the word "slash," the sword intent that Xue Lan cultivated in her previous life was not particularly fierce.
Her sword intent was guided by the previous leader of the wolf clan, emphasizing a gradual, unpredictable approach, like a flower falling in the wind.
At this moment, the incredibly fragile crabapple petals slowly fell from the sky, their immense sword intent pouring out like a giant canopy.
What Xue Lan saw as magnificent, the demon god below saw as a catastrophic disaster.
The remnant soul of the demon god finally realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
From the moment this enormous, pale ink-colored mountain embraced him, it began to continuously absorb his cultivation and demonic energy, slowly imbuing the fresh and elegant scenery here with richer and more vibrant colors.
"The wind rises from... the tip of a blade of grass..."
The Ashlight Sword in Xue Lan's hand emitted a blood-red light, making it seem more like a deadly weapon than the scimitar in the hands of the demon god in this extremely beautiful Danmo Mountain.
The crimson sword light slashed fiercely at the demon god shrouded in a rain of begonia blossoms.
The demon god, wielding a curved blade, shredded all the begonia petals on it, blocking the crimson sword light in front of him at the critical moment.
The middle-aged man looked at Xue Lan not far away, a maniacal smile spreading across his face: "He's nothing but a demon lord... an ant!"
But the woman opposite her just smiled slightly...
The moment the demon saw Xue Lan's smile, he knew something was wrong. He flew his scimitar to block, but it was no use.
Among the falling crabapple petals, there was always one that hadn't been shattered. The moment the Sun-Tracing Mirror attached to it unfolded, time around the demon god seemed to freeze for an instant.
It was just a moment... but a moment was enough.
Xue Lan, who had already transformed into a woman, arrived before the Demon God with the help of the Sun-Tracing Mirror. A huge, distorted white wolf phantom appeared behind her. Without any hesitation, she swallowed the Demon God's remnant soul whole.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The illusory figure behind Xue Lan slowly receded, and the woman smiled softly:
"As expected, he's not a true demon god. I thought too highly of myself..."
He probably mistook the demon race for the human race.
Time began to flow again the instant the demon god was devoured. Xue put away the light ink mountain and looked at the collapsing blood pool in front of him, like a painting that had been burned.
In front was a burning scroll depicting a demon god, and behind it stood a massive black pillar.
Within the secret realm of Garan, the enormous pupil atop the black pillar shattered instantly, signifying the fall of the demon god.
Amidst the blast wave, a girl in gray slowly opened her eyes.
"This move is risky, but the chances of winning are really high!"