Two black shadows flashed forward, pouncing on a figure that moved like a ghost.
Amid the clash, the two black shadows transformed into two enormous black snakes. With a hiss, they coiled around the rapidly moving figure.
"I was a little careless. I didn't expect two demon snakes to be this troublesome." Fang Mu gave a bitter smile as the two black snakes wrapped around him.
He released the five-star demons inside the two demon-capturing bags Tu Qing had given him.
He had initially thought the two demons were not very strong and that he should be able to handle them.
He had not expected the two snake demons to have some trump cards. Their scales were far too tough, and even Fang Mu's full-strength attacks could not break through them.
"Bang!"
Fang Mu sent one black snake flying with a punch, then turned and engaged the other black snake.
His clone transformed into an afterimage and charged at the other black snake, engaging it in a fierce battle.
The two black snakes each had a bloody hole in their bodies, which should have been inflicted by Tu Qing's sword.
This alone revealed that Tu Qing's strength was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface.
After a fierce battle, Fang Mu used his eye technique to bewitch the black snake. His long halberd stabbed rapidly, pinning the black snake dead to the ground.
Seeing that his clone had yet to finish off the other black snake, Fang Mu gripped his long halberd and shot forward, driving it into the snake's wound.
As the long halberd stirred wildly, Fang Mu used his skinning technique and directly peeled off a layer of the black snake's scales.
The black snake shrieked and writhed in struggle. Under a golden light, the two black snakes were refined into blood water one after another.
Anyone who killed a demon would become tainted with Demonic Energy, but Fang Mu was an exception.
Not only could his eyes absorb Demonic Energy, but his clone also possessed Demonic Energy and could refine it directly.
Moreover, whenever he killed a demon, nearly all of the Demonic Energy and flesh were refined into blood water by the Demon Refining Mirror.
Thus, Fang Mu was completely unaffected by Demonic Energy.
Three Low-Grade Essence Blood Pills, formed from the essence blood of the demon snakes. Taking them could strengthen one's vital blood and nourish the body.
Two Low-Grade Essence Pills. Taking them could warm and nourish the meridians and increase one's cultivation.
Snake Scale Armor. Thin as a cicada's wing and light as nothing, it was difficult for ordinary blades and swords to damage and impervious to ordinary water and fire.
Looking at the pills in his hand, Fang Mu swallowed the Essence Blood Pills.
He gave the Low-Grade Essence Pills to his clone, then stored him inside the Demon Refining Mirror's space.
Fang Mu looked at the Snake Scale Armor in his hand with some surprise. After hacking at it several times with his long sword, he found that he could only leave streaks of white marks on it.
This was indeed a good thing, but Fang Mu's body was powerful, so he had no need for it.
He could give it to Fang Jing. Fang Mu had always worried that she lacked the power to protect herself.
With this Snake Scale Armor, even if she encountered danger in the future, she would be able to protect herself.
After storing the Snake Scale Armor inside the Demon Refining Mirror, Fang Mu deliberately rolled around in the blood water several times before leaving the dungeon.
By the time he reached the outside of the prison, the sky had already darkened. Tu Qing was truly patient—he had actually waited outside just to watch Fang Mu make a fool of himself.
Seeing Fang Mu covered in grime with a gloomy expression, Tu Qing could not help bursting into loud laughter.
He was also somewhat surprised. He had not expected Fang Mu to be as tenacious as a cockroach, surviving even this. It seemed his strength was not quite as useless as it appeared.
After teasing Fang Mu a few times and telling him to continue slaying demons tomorrow, Tu Qing left swaggeringly with his lackey, Sun Hou.
Watching Tu Qing leave, Fang Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was somewhat tired and was genuinely afraid that Tu Qing would make him continue slaying demons.
Since he had to carry his act through to the end, Fang Mu kept his face gloomy as he returned home.
The instant he entered the door, a cold glint flashed across Fang Mu's gloomy face.
Although a lamp was lit inside the house, Fang Mu sensed an unusual aura.
Someone had infiltrated the house, which made Fang Mu worry about Fang Jing.
As he slowly walked inside, Fang Mu silently drew his long sword.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a thunderous bang rang out.
A figure who had tried to ambush Fang Mu was sent flying by a single slash of his sword.
Fang Mu's figure flashed. Like a ghost, he appeared beside the black-clad figure who had been sent flying backward.
"Don't move!" Fang Mu held his sword against the other person's neck and said coldly.
"Don't move! Let him go!"
"Brother!"
A black-clad figure holding Fang Jing hostage emerged from the dark corner of the inner room and ordered Fang Mu.
"Let her go! Whatever you want, we can discuss it!"
Fang Mu looked at the black-clad figure holding Fang Jing hostage and spoke in a deep voice.
"I said, let him go."
The black-clad figure slid the knife pressed against Fang Jing's neck, and a thread of blood trickled from the blade onto the floor.
Looking at Fang Jing, who was terrified yet forcibly held back her cry, Fang Mu's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. The long sword in his hand creaked under his grip as he forcefully suppressed a murderous frenzy.
Releasing the long sword in his hand, Fang Mu raised his hands and walked toward the black-clad figure holding Fang Jing hostage.
"Let her go. If there's a problem, take it up with me."
As his voice fell, a long sword stabbed into his back.
"Brother!" Fang Jing cried out in alarm and began struggling frantically, trying to rush toward Fang Mu.
"You stinking bitch! Once I deal with that brat, I'll take care of you first!"
The black-clad figure flung Fang Jing to the ground. Just as he was about to pounce on her, a long sword instantly pierced through his body.
The black-clad figure stared in terror at the figure holding a long sword who had suddenly appeared, his heart filled with unwillingness.
Sword light flashed, and the black-clad figure holding Fang Jing hostage was instantly cleaved in two.
After his clone killed the black-clad figure, Fang Mu slowly turned around and reached out to snap the long sword embedded in his back.
He thrust the broken sword backward into the body of the black-clad figure, who had no time to react.
Before the man could even cry out, Fang Mu covered his mouth and shattered his head with a barrage of flesh-crushing punches.
This time, Fang Mu was fortunate to have had the foresight to secretly release his clone and hide it in the darkness.
Otherwise, even if he had the strength to kill his enemies, he would have had no choice but to surrender for Fang Jing's sake.
"Xiaojing!"
Fang Mu flashed to Fang Jing's side. Seeing her trembling all over with a pale face, looking as if she were freezing, he was startled.
After handing the task of cleaning up the corpses to his clone, Fang Mu hurriedly carried Fang Jing to the bed in the inner room.
He placed several Essence Pills into Fang Jing's mouth, then transmitted a considerable amount of Vital Energy to her.
Fang Mu found that her condition had improved somewhat, but she was still trembling all over and looked extremely cold, her hands and feet icy as blocks of ice.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
Fang Mu grew anxious for a moment. He had never encountered Fang Jing's condition before.
"Right! I've swallowed so many pills. My blood should contain powerful medicinal effects. It should be able to dispel the cold inside Xiaojing."
With no other options, Fang Mu had no time to think. He cut open his wrist and placed it in Fang Jing's mouth.
No one knew how much time passed. Fang Jing gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep, and some color returned to her face.
Fang Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then felt dizzy. It was caused by excessive blood loss.
After swallowing two Low-Grade Essence Blood Pills, Fang Mu recovered somewhat.
After bandaging his wound, he went outside and refined the two corpses into two Blood Pills through the Demon Refining Mirror.
Unable to bring himself to swallow them, Fang Mu gave the Blood Pills to his clone to refine.
The Demon Refining Mirror could refine not only demons but humans as well.
As for whether it could refine other objects, Fang Mu had yet to try.
However, the Demon Refining Mirror showed no reaction to ordinary objects such as chairs and stools, let alone refining them.
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