His gaze fell on An Ruoxi's face, who was standing not far away with her hands hanging by her side. He was startled, and then he suddenly remembered. He pointed at the skinny Taoist who was already close to him and asked sternly, "Are you Tang Junming, the walking corpse demon who escaped into the Hundred Thousand Mountains thirty years ago?!"
The skinny Taoist nodded with a smile and stopped walking. He gently twirled two strands of his beard with his dry fingers and looked at Weiwei with interest. "Are you the eight-clawed dragon python who failed to pass the tribulation in Mount Huang?"
As soon as these words came out, not only was Weiwei shocked, but even Taoist Wufeng, who was reaching out to grab An Ruoxi's soft chest, had a sudden change in expression. His fingers that were grabbing onto An Ruoxi's chest froze, and his gaze towards Weiwei was burning hot. His throat rolled and he couldn't help but let out a gulp.
"How did you know?"
Weiwei narrowed her phoenix eyes and her expression was cold. The Dragon Orchid sword above her head made a sound that shook the Nine Heavens and kept trembling. Rays of green light flashed. Even though the sword Qi was more than ten meters away, it still hurt.
The skinny Taoist threw his head back and laughed. He was arrogant and carefree. His laughter rumbled and shook all directions like a gust of wind. It actually suppressed the sound of the Dragon Orchid sword. "It really is you.
The heavens have eyes, the heavens have eyes. Now that I, Tang Junming, have returned, I will definitely sweep across the Central Plains. With your help, not to mention those so-called Taoist Guardians, I can even kill those old bastards. Wonderful, wonderful! "The skinny Taoist clapped his hands and laughed. He took a step forward and grabbed at Weiwei's chest with his dry big hand.
"You deserve to die!"
Weiwei said coldly. The Dragon Orchid sword turned into a stream of light and the sword Qi went straight for the skinny Taoist's eyebrows. Before the sword arrived, the murderous aura had already blown Tang Junming's messy hair back.
"Ding!"
The skinny Taoist was not afraid at all. He stretched out a finger and gently touched the tip of the Dragon Tongue Orchid's sword. There was a sound like gold and jade colliding. The Dragon Tongue Orchid flew out in a sorrowful wail and stabbed deep into the trunk of an old tree. The branches trembled and the leaves rustled.
"What a pity. Although you did not disintegrate after the Heavenly Tribulation, you lost your most important Lifebound Dragon Pearl. Right now, you do not even have a tenth of your original strength. You are no match for me." As the skinny Daoist spoke, he raised his hand to send out a beam of black light to suppress Weiwei. No matter how Weiwei struggled, she was unable to break free.
The skinny Daoist's withered hand grabbed Weiwei's delicate neck and forcefully lifted Weiwei's head up. He looked down at Weiwei's eyes that were filled with anger and took a deep breath. A faint fragrance refreshed the heart. "Hehe, the fragrance of jasmine. I like it. To be able to suppress and ravage the miraculous of the past. Your everything will be devoured by me. Just thinking about it makes me inexplicably excited. How many years has it been since a woman could make me tremble with such excitement?"
"Then you are either impotent or useless." Du Kang's voice was weak. He struggled to straighten his upper body. With a slight movement, blood flowed out from the gaps between Weiwei's fingers that were pressing on his wound. However, Du Kang was so determined.
"Little brat, you dare to humiliate me. Today, I will refine you into a corpse slave. But don't worry, I will preserve your consciousness. I will let you see with your own eyes how this female demon will be trained by me into a slave that only knows how to … lust for pleasure."
The skinny Daoist's voice was sinister. His withered hand grabbed downwards and actually stabbed into Du Kang's dantian. His demonic arts circulated and a formless suction pulled Du Kang's blood essence and primordial spirit into his body. Du Kang watched as his body withered, his skin shriveled and his meridians dried up.
"If you dare to touch a single hair on Sister Chu's head, even if I become a ghost in the Netherworld, I will destroy your soul and you will never be able to reincarnate!"
Du Kang gritted his teeth and cursed. Fresh blood gushed out of his mouth. His hands desperately grabbed onto the 'demonic claw' that the skinny Daoist had stabbed into his dantian.
The skinny Daoist was unmoved. He grinned and let out a sinister smile. His hand forcefully stabbed another inch in. It was so painful that Du Kang let out a groan and his body started to spasm uncontrollably.
"Little brat, let's not talk about the fact that I will refine your soul into a corpse slave. Even if you go to the Netherworld and become a little ghost, what can you do to me?"
The skinny Daoist spoke softly. His withered hand that was covered in blood and stuck with his internal organs was forcefully pulled out. In his palm was a stone that was emitting a faint green light. It was the Sanji Zhen.
"I was wondering why your body had the aura of a precious treasure. So that's why."
The skinny Daoist gently tossed the Sanji Zhen that was still stained with Du Kang's blood. He lifted his leg and kicked Du Kang mercilessly to the ground.
Du Kang was like a ragged bag. He was kicked mercilessly by the skinny Daoist and fell on the ground. He couldn't move at all. His eyes were wide open and he died with everlasting regret. He stared at Weiwei's direction. The life essence in his body slowly dissipated. Finally, there was not a single trace of it left.
Being suppressed by the skinny Taoist in a black light, Weiwei could not speak. She could only shed thousands of tears. Her tears were clear like gold, mottled with blood. She shook her head slightly. She did not believe that this was real. She did not believe that Du Kang would abandon her and die in front of her. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. It was better to cry out in pain than to scream herself hoarse. She felt numb from the pain. Weiwei's small hands clenched into fists. Her nails dug deep into her flesh.
A cold smile appeared on the skinny Daoist's face. He bent down and grabbed Weiwei's long hair and dragged her to Du Kang's side. He threw her onto the ground with a loud thud and tears covered her eyes. Weiwei wanted to jump onto Du Kang's body but she was caught by a strong skinny hand. Pieces of cloth flew away. Her skin was as white as snow, delicate and delicate. Her shoulders were as round as jade and her waist was curvy and beautiful.
Weiwei slowly closed her eyes, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. In the dirty soil, her tears were covered with dust.
Ahwooh …
Suddenly, a shrill wind pierced through the forest. It was as if hundreds of ghosts were walking in the night. Ghosts were wailing and wolves were howling. Even the sky darkened instantly. Dark clouds gathered and rolled. The wind howled angrily. The sky was filled with broken stones, branches shook and leaves swirled.
"This!"
The skinny Daoist's hand that had already reached into Weiwei's chest suddenly stopped. He raised his head and looked at the rolling dark clouds that seemed to hide a world-destroying demon god. His expression changed drastically. He carried Weiwei in his hand and tiptoed. Like a flying sword, he rushed towards the dense forest in the east.
"Hahaha … hahaha …" A burst of laughter came from the void. It was as if it came from the Yellow Springs of the Nine Underworlds. It made one's soul shiver when they heard it.
The skinny Daoist who had already rushed into the dense forest suddenly turned around and rushed back. There was a person following closely behind him. That person's eyes were as black as ink. There was a finger-sized hole in his chest that went through the front and back. His lower abdomen was in his dantian. His flesh was flipped open and his internal organs had already been mashed into a pile of mush. It was Du Kang who had died with his eyes wide open.
At this moment, Du Kang's entire body was shrouded in the surging dark clouds and murderous aura. His eyes were pitch black and even the surface of his skin was covered with mysterious demonic patterns. From time to time, it would flash with a trace of azure gold light. It was sacred and inviolable, as if it wanted to suppress Du Kang.
"So many years have passed in a hurry. Thousands of years are but a long dream. I have woken up today. Where is my old friend?
Where is my enemy? "
Du Kang's feet left the ground and floated in mid-air. He walked step by step in the air. With each step, an illusion appeared. With each step, Du Kang's aura became stronger.