Chapter 550: Came

Chapter 551: Who Is the Daoist

The sky was slightly dark, covered by the setting sun.

A sliver of residual sunset light shone on the strange Daoist's body, giving off a dim yellow like a dead person.

Mo Hua's breath caught, his heart pounding.

Although he had never seen this Daoist before, he was unusually familiar with this aura.

Feng Xi, the great demon who died and revived in Tong Xian City.

The Wan Corpse King, the half-step Dao evil in Nan Yue City.

Also, the figure he silently chanted the Daoist name of, that pitch-black, dead silent figure that appeared in his Sea of Consciousness…

All of them, like this person, seemed to come from the same source.

Mo Hua trembled in his heart.

This person was the extremely evil demon cult Daoist that Master wouldn't let him think about, wouldn't let him mention…

Strange Daoist!!

On the other side, when the crowd of Golden Core demonic cultivators saw this Daoist, their expressions were either solemn, doubtful, or disdainful.

Among them, not everyone knew the Strange Daoist.

However, the blood-robed old demon knew.

He was the Holy Son's servant, in the late Golden Core stage, very old, and knowledgeable. Even if he hadn't seen him personally, he knew some taboos of the demon cult in detail.

Strange Daoist…

The title of "Daoist" was not insignificant. It wasn't simply that one had high cultivation or heavy karma to qualify for the title of "Daoist".

Furthermore, his title was still the word "Strange".

The blood-robed old demon was solemn in his heart.

He didn't know what the Strange Daoist intended, why he suddenly appeared now, and what plot he had. He then cupped his hands and said:

"Senior…"

The Strange Daoist acted as if he didn't hear, his footsteps didn't stop, still walking towards the crowd with a deep and shallow, swaying gait.

The blood-robed old demon's face sank like water.

A demonic cultivator sneered and said: "Is this person the Strange Daoist?"

"Why so dishevelled?"

"Like a beggar…"

"Looking at his cultivation, he's only in the Foundation Establishment stage?"

"Isn't he a living dead person?"

"Putting on airs…"

A crowd of demonic cultivators showed disdain on their faces.

The territory of Da Li Mountain was a third-grade territory, limited by the Heavenly Way, with Golden Core as the upper limit.

This group of evil demon outsiders, with over twenty Golden Core realm great demonic cultivators, was basically rampant and fearless in this territory.

Unless they had something heaven-defying like a life-prolonging charm, they were unscrupulous.

But the two life-prolonging charms were already broken.

The Golden Body Dharma Image was erased by the Heavenly Way.

Such treasures were originally as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and it was even more impossible to have several.

So these demonic cultivators did not fear the Strange Daoist.

Even if their words were somewhat rude, they expected this Daoist to be powerless against them.

But this Daoist was like a dead person, not hearing or asking about anything, only caring about walking forward.

His footsteps were unsteady, and his blood energy was depleted.

The blood-robed old demon frowned, and couldn't help but doubt in his heart.

"This person, is he really the Strange Daoist?"

He stared at this "person" for a long time, even sweeping with his spiritual sense, but found nothing abnormal.

His spiritual thought was not strong, his cultivation was very weak, and his physical body was broken and unbearable.

He basically didn't resemble the esteemed appearance of a "Daoist" of the demon cult.

"Couldn't be mistaken, right…"

The blood-robed old demon frowned.

The Holy Son also hesitated, then directly opened his mouth and asked:

"Are you the Strange Daoist?"

The Daoist still didn't answer, he continued to walk on his own.

A red-faced demonic cultivator couldn't stand it and said angrily: "Hey, that Daoist, what great courage! The Holy Son is asking you a question, and you dare not answer?"

The Daoist still didn't react.

The red-faced demonic cultivator couldn't help himself, walked up, and with just one kick, kicked the Daoist to the ground.

He didn't kick hard with this kick, but it still broke the Daoist's bones.

The Daoist struggled on the ground, wanting to crawl up, but his limbs were uncoordinated, like a twisted mantis, looking comical and laughable.

A crowd of demonic cultivators burst into laughter and ridicule.

Bai Zi Sheng and Bai Zi Xi frowned, somewhat not understanding.

Mo Hua, however, couldn't laugh at all. On the contrary, his gaze was deep, and his expression became more and more solemn.

That Daoist was still struggling, his appearance wretched and ugly.

The blood-robed old demon's expression was cold.

Seeing the situation, the Holy Son also sneered disdainfully.

The red-faced demonic cultivator was confident, strode forward, and with one foot after another, stepped on the Daoist's limbs until they were broken. Then, as if still not relieved of his anger, he drew out a ghost knife and chopped the Daoist until his flesh and blood were blurred.

A demonic cultivator said in disgust: "Why make it so bloody?"

"You're really idle enough…"

The red-faced demonic cultivator ridiculed, "What do you all understand? This is 'Strange Daoist', the Daoist in the rumors. How can he not die somewhat dignifiedly?"

"I killed the Strange Daoist!"

The red-faced demonic cultivator laughed ferociously, "Killing the Strange Daoist, when I become famous and stand out, my voice will shock the demon path. The next Daoist will definitely be me!"

"Piss off your mother's fart, what ghost words are you saying?" A cross-eyed demonic cultivator cursed.

The red-faced demonic cultivator's pupils were pitch black, "You're not convinced?"

"Convinced of what? Do you even qualify?" The cross-eyed demonic cultivator sneered.

The red-faced demonic cultivator stared blankly at him, "You also want to be a Daoist?"

"Be what Daoist…"

The cross-eyed demonic cultivator's words were unfinished, when he suddenly startled, his expression becoming ferocious, "Nonsense, who doesn't want to be a Daoist?!"

The red-faced demonic cultivator's voice was hoarse, "Delusional heart, there can only be one Daoist!"

The cross-eyed demonic cultivator's expression was strange, he laughed ferociously and said: "Right, that person can only be me…"

The red-faced demonic cultivator was greatly angered, he chopped with his ghost knife, demon energy surged, and immediately chopped towards that cross-eyed demonic cultivator, "You motherf***er also qualify?!"

The cross-eyed demonic cultivator horizontally held two Yin Soul swords, his whole body surged with Yin energy, and he also killed towards the red-faced demonic cultivator, "If I don't qualify, could it be that you, this waste, qualify?"

The two people's expressions were violent, knives and swords intersected, and they fought regardless of others…

The Holy Son looked baffled.

What were these two fools fighting about?

Contending for what Daoist at this time?

Had their brains been eaten by pigs?

"Stop!" The Holy Son said impatiently.

But these two not only didn't stop, but fought even more fiercely and ruthlessly, each move venomous, as if wanting to put the opponent to death.

Other demonic cultivators watched the show coldly.

Demonic cultivators were originally lawless. Although they were from the same sect, they also schemed, openly fought and secretly robbed. At this time, seeing the two people fighting desperately, the other demonic cultivators were all unmoved.

But the red-faced demonic cultivator and the other fought desperately, the demon energy of the Golden Core realm surged, and it inevitably affected the bystanders.

A demonic cultivator with a face full of scars and a huge body was not careful for a moment and was cut by the blood-colored knife energy of the red-faced demonic cultivator, breaking his Daoist robe.

The demonic cultivator was greatly angered, "Turtle bastard, you seek death?!"

The red-faced demonic cultivator, his eyes completely black, looked at the demonic cultivator, his voice hoarse and cold, as if he had no human emotions left:

"You also want to be a Daoist?"

"Be your mother's Daoist!"

The demonic cultivator's face full of scars trembled, obviously extremely angry. His body suddenly swelled up a bit, his whole body's muscles knotted, hard as refined iron, demon energy surged, and he punched towards the red-faced demonic cultivator, intending to kill him.

But at this time, his expression was startled, and his words also changed:

"Who the hell, doesn't want to be a Daoist?"

The demonic cultivator whose demon energy was surging also joined the fight.

The Holy Son frowned and said sternly: "Stop!"

But the several people who had fallen into the fight simply didn't listen to his words.

Not only that, more and more Golden Core demonic cultivators were affected by the fight and had to be drawn into this absurd and strange fight…

The Holy Son only then discovered that something was wrong. He felt a slight chill in his heart and couldn't help but look at the blood-robed old demon.

The blood-robed old demon's eyelids slightly twitched, he protected the Holy Son, and slowly retreated several steps.

And this bloody fight became more and more uncontrollable…

"I am the Daoist!"

"No, you don't qualify, I am!"

"Kill all of you, I am the Daoist!"

The two words "Daoist" seemed to have magic, planting the deepest desires in their roots. All Golden Core demonic cultivators were gradually attracted by these two words:

"I cultivate the Profound Yin Demon Skill and refine the Yin Banner, I should be the Daoist!"

"Profound Yin Demon Skill, worth less than dog fart!"

"I cultivate the demon path, eat human flesh, drink human blood, I am the Daoist!"

"Whoever lives is the Daoist!"

"Whoever dies is an ant!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

All Golden Core demonic cultivators seemed to have lost their minds, falling into an endless, inconceivable, crazy mutual killing…

Demon energy surged vertically and horizontally, blood splattered everywhere.

The evening glow at the edge of the sky seemed to be dyed red by blood.

Physical bodies and evil techniques contended.

Blood energy condensed into knives, Yin energy turned into swords.

Demon path treasures flew everywhere, skulls, blood banners, ghost knives, nether swords, soul-hiding coffins, corpse-suppressing towers… each displaying demon path divine abilities.

To become a "Daoist", the demonic cultivators seemed to have stimulated the most primitive "evil thoughts", with great malice, hating, hostile, mutually insulting, rebuking…

Even gnawing, tearing, not stopping until death…

They fought with all their might, shouted exhaustedly, and laughed ferociously.

The entire Da Li Mountain was a vivid human world demon prison…

The blood-robed old demon stood far away, his heart still intact. Seeing this scene, even though he was knowledgeable and experienced, he was still alarmed and trembled, saying incredulously:

"Dao heart… planting demons?"

The Holy Son also had a startled expression.

"Dao heart planting demons…"

"This is… Dao heart planting demons?"

No, not right.

The Dao heart planting demons he knew was fundamentally not like this…

Far from being so powerful and terrifying…

Twenty Golden Core demonic cultivators, without warning, unknowingly, were planted with demon thoughts, mutually killing, not stopping until death…

Like bloody pigs being manipulated in a slaughterhouse…

They died without even knowing how they died.

Is this… the Strange Daoist?

The fight of the Golden Core demonic cultivators, from absurd, to intense, to ferocious, to cruel, to cessation…

The mountain forest was a mess, like purgatory.

The contention for "Daoist" also ended.

Twenty Golden Core demonic cultivators, all dead or injured.

Only one tall and thin, ordinary-looking Golden Core demonic cultivator remained.

He walked to the front of the "Daoist" who had been chopped to death by the red-faced demonic cultivator earlier, peeled off the blood-stained, dirty Daoist robe of the dead person, and put it on himself.

On his face, a strange victory smile appeared.

"I am the Daoist!"

As soon as this word came out, all the people in the field felt an inexplicable chill surge in their hearts.

The Daoist moved his limbs awkwardly like a puppet, putting on the Daoist robe that originally didn't fit, making him look even more awkward and gloomy.

After becoming the Daoist, he still walked towards the Holy Son as before.

He seemed to want to finish the path he hadn't finished before.

It was just that this time, his footsteps were much lighter.

The blood-robed old demon gritted his teeth and blocked in front of the Holy Son, saying in a low voice:

"Senior, please be merciful!"

Seeing the Daoist not moving, the blood-robed old demon continued to say in a trembling voice:

"Senior, he is the Holy Son!"

"You and I are all people of the demon path, you should know that the Holy Son's status is honorable!"

"The Holy Son's bloodline is honorable… he has the qualification to inherit the Dao system of the peak and succeed the Demon Monarch. It is very possible that he will be the future Demon Monarch of the demon path, he cannot have any mishaps!"

"Holy Son…"

But no matter how he spoke, the "Daoist's" footsteps did not stop.

He seemed to only do things according to his own thoughts, completely ignoring all the people, all the things, all the matters, and all the places outside of his heart.

Seeing no room for maneuver, the blood-robed old demon's gaze turned cold.

"Good, since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame this old man for being impolite!"

He sacrificed an ancient copper soul-guarding bell to protect his heart and spirit, and then chanted a Gu spell. His whole body's blood-robed was like it came alive, turning into a pool of flowing blood, protecting his physical body.

A pitch-black demon sword floated in front of him.

This was his life treasure, and also one of the most powerful, most evil, and most filthy standard treasures of the demon path in the Golden Core period:

The Black Demon Sword.

The soul-guarding bell protected his heart, the refined blood-robe protected his body, and the black demon sword killed.

Within the third-grade Da Li Mountain territory, under the Heavenly Way limit.

The blood-robed old demon in the late Golden Core stage, holding these three demon path treasures, was close to the peak of a cultivator's combat power under the Heavenly Way limit!

The blood-robed old demon stared at the Daoist and said majestically:

"Those who offend the Holy Son shall be killed without pardon!"

This kind of majesty seemed to shock the Daoist.

The Daoist stopped, his pitch-black pupils looked at the blood-robed old demon, then at the Holy Son, and said a cold sentence:

"You want to protect him?"

His voice was hoarse, like dry wood, and also like wind leaking from his throat, sounding somewhat distorted.

"This is natural…" The blood-robed old demon said.

"Why?"

"Does he qualify?"

The Daoist's face changed expressions, and his words also suddenly increased…

Clearly from one person's mouth, but it also seemed like different people, with different voices, speaking through one person's mouth, together.

Although the tone was flat, it was mixed with the sorrow and anger of the hundred states of the world:

Anger, unwillingness, hatred, ridicule, disdain… all kinds of emotions, thick like wine, thick like ink, brewed together:

"You are Golden Core, you are a great demonic cultivator!"

"Why do you want to protect this junior without hesitation?"

"Because he is the Holy Son?"

"He is the Holy Son?"

"What does he rely on to be the Holy Son?"

"What does he rely on to order you around? What does he rely on to make you bow down? What does he rely on to make you bow and call him master?"

"Because of his Holy Son bloodline?"

"What does bloodline count for?"

"After a person dies, even if it's a pool of blood and a lump of rotten flesh, what does bloodline count for?"

"What do some people rely on to be born as Holy Sons?"

"While some people have to be slaves and maids?"

"Just rely on that body of stinking rotten flesh, a pool of dry blood?"

"What do they rely on?"

All of the Daoist's voices gathered together, noisy and piercing, yet questioning to the depths of the heart:

"Why can't you be the Holy Son?"

"Why can't you be the Demon Monarch?"

"How can the Demon Monarch and Holy Master have descendants?"

"Even if it's a pool of flesh and blood…"

"Living is the same living, dying is the same dying…"

The Daoist's demonic sound entered his ears, the blood-robed old demon's gaze trembled, his whole body shook, and he strongly calmed his heart and spirit:

"No, no, he is the Holy Son, he has the Holy Son bloodline…"

The Daoist's voice, heavy and then light, but with an unusual coldness and endless temptation:

"Then you just eat him…"

"Eat his flesh, drink his blood!"

"Swallow his bloodline!"

"You will become the Holy Master!"

The blood-robed old demon's legs went soft, he couldn't help staggering back several steps, his gaze panicked, his heart pounding.

No!

This Daoist is tricking me!

But…

He clearly knew that this Daoist was tricking himself!

But in his heart, there surged endless desire and impulse.

Yes, this Daoist is tricking himself…

But… is he really tricking himself?

What he said, is there anything wrong?

What does he rely on?

What does he rely on to be a humble old slave, to bow down, to wag his tail and beg for pity, he, a dignified Golden Core demonic cultivator?

Shouldn't those who cultivate the demon path be lawless and follow their heart's desires?

What does eating one person count for?

Eating one Holy Son… what does it count for?!

With a "clatter" sound.

The soul-guarding bell shattered.

The blood-robed old demon's soul had lost its protection…

His eyes showed great fear.

He felt that his spiritual sense was split into two halves, one part "reason" still existed, knowing that he couldn't do certain things, while the other part was full of terrifying instinct and desire.

This instinct drove him, his gaze greedy, step by step towards the Holy Son, as if he really wanted to…

Eat the Holy Son alive!

"No!"

The blood-robed old demon's reason was struggling.

He absolutely couldn't hurt the Holy Son!

The blood-robed old demon's expression was ferocious due to the struggle, huge cracks and pain appeared on his face. Finally, his reason returned slightly, and he also gradually began to control his body.

But he could only control a part.

He controlled his left leg, but his right leg still walked towards the Holy Son. He fell to the ground, controlling his left hand, but his right hand still clawed the ground, crawling towards the Holy Son.

No matter how miserably the blood-robed old demon struggled, he couldn't control himself and approached the Holy Son step by step.

And the closer he got to the Holy Son, the heavier his killing intent became, and the deeper his hunger and thirst.

And the Holy Son was already scared silly, standing stupidly, not moving.

"Cannot hurt the Holy Son!"

"The Holy Son is honorable, there can be no loss!"

The blood-robed old demon hardened his heart, indignantly broke his meridians, and crippled his limbs.

But he was Golden Core. Breaking his meridians and crippling his limbs, he still had blood energy, still had demon energy, still had his life treasure…

As long as he was alive, the Holy Son must die.

The blood-robed old demon's face showed despair.

"Is this… the Strange Daoist?"

He looked at the Holy Son, smiled sadly, and then his gaze became ruthless, his fingers turning into claws, self-breaking his heart pulse, and at the same time reversing his spiritual power to self-destruct his Golden Core!

The Golden Core self-destructed with extremely great power.

In an instant, demon energy surged, and blood mist filled the sky.

The blood-robed old demon only sealed the power of his self-destruction within his own physical body, just to not hurt the Holy Son. Therefore, the blood mist was thick, the momentum was extremely great, but the overflow power was not strong.

The blood-robed old demon died.

Everyone in the field was shocked and lost color.

The Strange Daoist's expression was as usual, he disdained the blood-robed old demon's death.

"Having the courage to die, but not the courage to rebel, the slave nature is too heavy…"

After saying that, he stepped towards the Holy Son again, his gaze indifferent, as if looking at grass.

It seemed that even someone as honorable as the Holy Son was just a pile of dry bones and rotten flesh.

The Holy Son, scared silly, only then came back to his senses. His footsteps were unsteady, he fell to the ground, struggling to retreat backwards.

More than twenty demon path Golden Cores, all died at the hands of the Strange Daoist!

And they died strangely, died cruelly, died without warning, unable to defend themselves.

The Holy Son's face no longer showed arrogance and coldness, only endless fear.

"I… I am the Holy Son… you cannot kill me!"

"Don't, don't plant Dao heart demons!"

"Don't plant demons!"

"I don't want to become neither human nor ghost!"

But the Strange Daoist simply didn't listen. In a few steps, he had already approached the Holy Son, and a pair of slender, pale, blood-stained hands slowly reached out towards the Holy Son.

The Holy Son felt his liver and gallbladder were about to burst, he racked his brain, desperately trying to survive:

"Don't, don't kill me!"

"I am the Holy Son, possibly the future Demon Monarch!"

"My dad is the Ghost King Sect Master, my mom is the Blood Jade Rakshasa…"

But these words simply couldn't stop the Strange Daoist.

Just at this moment, the Holy Son shouted a sentence, "I have the bloodline of the 'Blood Daoist', I am the descendant of the Blood Daoist…"

The Strange Daoist's hand stopped.

And Mo Hua, at this time, his gaze slightly froze.

He heard the name of another Daoist:

"Blood" Daoist.

Perhaps because of the Blood Daoist, the Strange Daoist lowered his hand and let go of the Holy Son.

The Holy Son gasped for air after the disaster, only then realizing that his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.

The Strange Daoist brought him an unprecedented sense of oppression and fear.

And at this time, these crises had passed.

The Holy Son also deeply understood the weight of the two words "Daoist".

He secretly raised his eyes, looked at the Strange Daoist with fear, and although his voice was still trembling, he still said respectfully:

"Blood Daoist is my ancestor, an ancient great demonic cultivator. You also have the title of Daoist, therefore, I should respectfully call you 'Shishu Zu'?"

The Strange Daoist simply didn't give any reason.

He turned his head and looked at Bai Zi Sheng and Bai Zi Xi. In his pitch-black pupils, a hint of different emotion flowed out.

And then, he walked towards Bai Zi Sheng and Bai Zi Xi step by step.

His voice, although somewhat intermittent and stiff, was no longer strange in tone, becoming ordinary:

"You, are my junior brother's disciples?"

"Or… my junior sister's children…"

"I want you to lead the way, lead me to see… my junior brother."

Bai Zi Sheng and Bai Zi Xi's faces were pale.

Aunt Xue's expression was even more alarmed.

She knew that this was absolutely not as simple as "leading the way".

The Strange Daoist wanted to capture Zi Sheng and Zi Xi and take them as leverage!

The Strange Daoist's actions were measureless and his ferocity knew no bounds.

He wouldn't care about a bit of old affection.

Once they were captured by the Strange Daoist, their life and death would be unknown, their fortune and misfortune hard to predict, and it was very possible that they couldn't come back…

Even if they came back, it was very possible that their "Dao heart would be planted with demons", and they would live a life worse than death under his control…

Aunt Xue felt pain in her heart, extremely anxious, "Senior…"

But soon, she discovered that she couldn't speak, not even move a finger.

Bai Zi Sheng and Bai Zi Xi were also unable to move.

The Strange Daoist approached them step by step, his expression indifferent, stretching out his slender and bloody palm, wanting to grasp the two people in his hand…

Aunt Xue's heart was burning with anxiety, the urgent fire attacking her heart, she couldn't help but spit out blood.

It was deathly quiet around.

Just at this moment, a clear yet abrupt voice rang out:

"Shibo…"

This sound broke the deathly silence.

The Strange Daoist turned his head and discovered that not far away, a small cultivator was still standing. His expression was calm, his gaze clear, yet somewhat deep.

"I'll lead the way for you," Mo Hua said.

The Strange Daoist looked at Mo Hua, his gaze cold, not caring.

Suddenly, he felt a pang in his heart.

Not caring…

How could I… not care?

How could I… specifically… miss this little thing…

The Strange Daoist looked at Mo Hua, carefully calculated, and only felt a cloud and fog dissipate, cause and effect become chaotic. A small figure gradually floated in his mind.

"This is… someone hidden by my junior brother…"

The Strange Daoist's pitch-black pupils slightly trembled.

"Good…" A vivid and strange expression actually appeared on the Strange Daoist's face, "You come with me…"

Having you is enough…

Mo Hua nodded.

"Junior brother!" Bai Zi Sheng was greatly anxious.

Bai Zi Xi's gaze also trembled, and she said anxiously: "Mo Hua!"

Aunt Xue bit her lips tightly, powerless.

Mo Hua smiled gently at them, waved his hand and said:

"Senior brother, senior sister, you go back first. I will follow Shibo to see Master…"

The Strange Daoist looked at Mo Hua with a strange gaze, then turned around and walked forward with a swaying gait.

Mo Hua followed behind him.