"Uncle Boya said excitedly, and rushed out without saying another word."
Ling Xiao followed without asking any questions, showing great trust.
They passed through a mist and entered a realm that seemed like a separate little world.
Finally, it stopped in front of a swamp.
"This is it!"
Uncle Boya pointed to the swamp below and said.
This swamp was incredibly vast, like a boiling sea, bubbling with huge bubbles, shrouded in mist, and exuding a corrosive stench.
Ling Xiao moved his divine sense and explored downwards. When his divine soul touched the swamp, it immediately made a "hissing" sound.
This swamp actually possesses the power to corrode the soul.
"The opportunity you're talking about is beneath the swamp?"
Ling Xiao looked at Uncle Boya, signaling him to set an example.
"Excellent!" Uncle Boya affirmed with unprecedented confidence.
"Roar..."
Suddenly, the entire space trembled, and the swamp below roared, moving as if it were alive.
All the silt rolled and coalesced, forming a giant mouth that swallowed the two of them.
"Damn outsiders, they all deserve to die, they all deserve to die!"
The mournful, resentful voice was chilling.
"Roll!"
Ling Xiao coldly uttered a single word, unleashing the Limitless Divine Fist. The power of termination, the supreme and immense fist shadow, pressed down.
Endless gales howled, and under this violent force, the giant mouth of mud shattered into splattered specks, which flew everywhere.
However, in the next moment, the silt re-coalesced and transformed into a towering giant, riddled with holes. Amidst the churning silt, one could see the tendons and bones of the Great Dao, resembling dragon veins.
"This is an evil spirit?"
Ling Xiao was astonished; this thing actually possessed the strength of a half-step Great Dao Second Stage cultivator.
It looks disgusting, but it has a unique way of using energy, and it seems to be able to draw upon the power of the Mythic Battlefield.
In an instant, the mud giant made its move. Its enormous hand, flowing with light, reached the top of Ling Xiao's head silently.
It was as if the sky had suddenly pressed down in the darkness, causing people to lose their lives in the darkness.
Such a colossal creature would naturally be violent and turbulent with every move, but the mud giant broke through this limit, handling it with ease, all thanks to the application of Daoist magic.
It was clearly an attack with boundless magical power, yet it was executed with the brilliance of the Great Dao, truly showcasing the ultimate application of Daoist techniques.
In other words, this so-called evil spirit is not mindless; on the contrary, it possesses extraordinary power and its understanding and mastery of the Great Dao are in no way inferior to those of ordinary cultivators.
He is a master of deception, Creation yin and yang, and possesses extraordinary abilities; he is no ordinary fool.
Although both are at the second stage of the Great Dao, this clay figure is far stronger than True Monarch Hundred Tribulations.
Ling Xiao mobilized the power within his body and unleashed a palm strike, delivering a world-destroying blow.
However, just as their palms were about to touch, the clay figure suddenly changed, its palms rapidly contracting and pressing down, its five fingers like hooks, fiercely digging towards Ling Xiao's heart.
Its ingenuity in transformation is breathtaking, effortlessly manipulating the supreme mysteries of time and space.
Ling Xiao held his hand horizontally, bringing it to his chest to protect his heart.
However, the clay figure's large hand suddenly changed, straightening up like a dragon soaring through the Great Dao, slamming down hard on Ling Xiao's head.
This palm strike carries the supreme Law of Destruction annihilation, locking down space and time.
A sudden change, a blend of strength and gentleness, fraught with hidden danger.
Ling Xiao's gaze suddenly sharpened; he became serious and launched a counterattack.
The Primordial Sacred Body suddenly surged, and with a punch, the transcendent power around him roared and danced like a true dragon, crashing out with a bang.
The mud figure's arms were pulverized, and sticky sludge dripped into the swamp.
But the next moment, the clay figure glowed, the power of its spirit surged, all the mud compressed together, and the power concentrated.
Ling Xiao spread his five fingers, generating a huge aura around him, and a massive vortex appeared in front of him.
Suddenly, he felt as if the earth was shaking and the sky was about to collapse.
In reality, he remained completely still; this was a Gao Ming mental attack technique within the Spirit-Summoning Demon-Calling Heaven-Defying Art.
"Buzz..."
Under the attack of his mental vortex, the clay figure twisted and shrieked.
He roared as he flew out of the muddy water, which had a corrosive power, and threw a punch with all his might.
However, Ling Xiao had already gone all out. He had previously intended to test the clay figure, wanting to see what the so-called evil spirit was like.
After testing the waters and understanding the opponent's capabilities, immediately unleash your strongest tactics.
With just a whirlpool storm, the clay figure was blown to pieces.
Ling Xiao's body is as majestic as a mountain and as vast as the sea.
The Primordial Sacred Body shone with boundless light, like a purple sun rising and leaping over the horizon, illuminating the entire world.
Under the endless purple light, the clay figure's fragmented body slowly melted away, like snowflakes under the blazing sun.
"Hehe... Your physical body is excellent, but it will soon be mine."
A roar of the soul resounded, and from the clay figure's melting head, a divine soul force burst forth, unfolding like a black cloth, hundreds of millions of feet in size, and covering Ling Xiao.
It was like a sack, meant to completely envelop Ling Xiao.
"Is this the true form of the evil spirit?"
Ling Xiao stared intently at the falling black cloth. The so-called evil spirit had no substantial physical form; it was more like a creature that only cultivated its soul.
It can transform into anything.
Its powerful spiritual energy far surpasses that of any ordinary cultivator.
This evil spirit has its eye on Ling Xiao's extraordinary physical body and wants to take his place.
"A mere spiritual power, yet you dare to dream of swallowing an elephant like a snake?"
Ling Xiao sneered, his eyes filled with contempt, his black hair dancing wildly, exuding a demonic aura.
He opened his mouth and exhaled, unleashing boundless divine soul power that caused the space to spin violently.
The black cloth was blown into wrinkles, almost shrinking into a ball.
The evil spirit trembled, and shock and fear appeared in its illusory eyes.
He sensed a terrifying abyss emanating from Ling Xiao, a bottomless abyss that seemed to swallow everything like a black hole.
He had a premonition that if he were to possess the other's body, he would be in mortal danger and be devoured in return.
"Why does this person possess such powerful and evil spiritual energy?"
The evil spirit was shocked and began to retreat. He seized the opportunity, transforming into a long spear, shattering the void, and trying to break through the air.
However, it was too late. Ling Xiao reached out his divine soul hand, grabbed the gun barrel, and used his refining power to transform it into a pure ball of divine soul power, which he then absorbed into his body.
"Boom..."
Instantly, a soul storm surged deep within Ling Xiao's sea of consciousness, his demonic nature rising and growing ever stronger.
"Since it's inevitable, let's hasten your birth!"
Ling Xiao sensed this, but instead of being afraid, he wanted to amplify the demon's power.