Longevity: Start Farming with Entries-Chapter 431 - 387: Power of the Demon Ape, Four Symbols Tribulation Killing Array (Part 2)

Chapter 431: Chapter 387: Power of the Demon Ape, Four Symbols Tribulation Killing Array (Part 2)

In the next instant, the power of the dual pupils erupted violently, instantly sweeping away the demonic mist of the Demon Flood Dragon!

Brother Qiu saw such a heaven-defying divine technique, disbelief written all over his face, and his heart sank.

His pride in his physical body was no match, and even his most treasured magic arts were defeated.

Where did this freak come from?

In a clash between experts, life and death are often decided in an instant.

The blood-colored eight-armed demon ape seized the moment of its opponent’s stupefaction, one pair of its eight arms suddenly exerting force to grab the serpent’s head.

Roar!

The demon ape let out a furious roar, its Qi Blood True Gang power bursting forth!

Its thick blood-red arms fiercely pulled!

With a "puff,"

the black scales on the demon flood dragon’s neck peeled away, leaving several terrifying blood marks, a rare expression of fear appearing in its eyes.

But the blood-colored demon ape gave it no chance, flipping its body to straddle the dark flood dragon.

Immediately, all eight arms clenched into fists, blood-colored shadows crisscrossing like falling meteors, hammering down on the dragon’s head.

Roar!

The blood-colored demon ape was extremely fierce, smashing was not enough; it opened its abyss-like mouth and viciously bit into the black flood dragon’s neck, jet-black demon blood splattering everywhere.

The demon flood dragon howled miserably, its cries endless.

Then.

The blood-colored demon ape’s eight arms clutched the flood dragon’s head, savagely twisting, tearing off the giant dragon’s head as if toppling a mountain, it fell to the ground beside them.

With the flood dragon’s death, the demonic qi on its surface gradually dimmed and dispersed.

Revealing the true body of the Qiu-named demonic cultivator of the Blood Refining Demon Sect.

But he too had his neck twisted, his head and body relocated.

Suddenly!

But at this moment.

A spirit body ’swooshed’ from the corpse on the ground, rushing through the void, desperately seeking escape.

Qin Ming retracted his True Gang Transformation divine technique, focusing intently, a faint sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Thinking of escaping now, isn’t it too late?"

His divine thought exploded, materializing directly to block the Qiu-named demonic cultivator’s soul body’s path.

Boom!

The panicked soul body of the Qiu-named demonic cultivator finally showed a look of extreme fear.

In his escape route, an invisible wall suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

His soul body slammed hard against the wall of divine thought, nearly dissipating; a soul-deep pain spread instantly throughout his soul.

"Divine Thought Transformation!"

"A Nascent Soul Stage divine thought, why is it like this?!"

"I’m not willing!"

Before he could react, Qin Ming’s divine thought changed again, transforming into a large hand, capturing his soul body before him.

The former calmness of the Qiu-named demon was replaced by a face full of fear.

He rode the demonic path for years, and without thinking much, he knew what fate awaited him.

The taste of being subjected to Soul Extraction and Soul Refining, he had inflicted on others often, but now it was his turn, and he did not want to personally experience such pain.

He hurriedly pleaded, "Spare my life, fellow Daoist! Can you grant me a quick death? I have many treasures to offer you, and whatever other requests or conditions you have, you may ask!"

"Humph! Can’t I obtain them myself?" Qin Ming snorted coldly, looking at him with disdain.

He immediately began to perform the Soul Searching Technique on him.

But in the next moment.

"Ah!!!"

A piercing, tooth-aching wail rang out.

Just as Qin Ming began the soul search, the Qiu-named demonic cultivator’s soul body swelled like a balloon.

With a distorted face, he was in unbearable pain.

Then with a "bang," he exploded, instantly dispersing into nothingness, with no chance for reincarnation whatsoever.

Qin Ming’s face turned somber at the sight; he had originally planned to soul-search the man to gather detailed information about the Blood Realm.

But who would have thought, the Blood Refining Demon Sect had tampered with the disciples sent to the Descent Realm, making it so that any attempt to soul-search would trigger a divine soul restriction, causing self-annihilation.

To ensure the Blood Refining Demon Sect’s information wouldn’t leak.

Qin Ming hadn’t anticipated this backup plan from the demonic path.

He shook his head, not dwelling on it, and collected the storage pouch from the Qiu-named demonic cultivator’s corpse.

Then he performed the Thorn Technique, countless black vines flying and engulfing the demonic cultivator’s body.

Afterwards, a dark red Blood Pearl fell into his hand.

The demonic cultivator’s body wasn’t wasted, thrown directly into the Little Spirit Realm to serve as fertilizer for the Fengyou Ghost Jujube Tree.

After finishing everything, Qin Ming cast his gaze not far away.

"This true disciple of the Blood Refining Demon Sect does have some skills."

"If facing other cultivators, they would seldom have a match within the Golden Core Realm."

"Unfortunately, he encountered me."

Having broken through to the Late-stage Golden Core, Qin Ming’s power surged, lacking real opponents save for a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Killing the demon sect disciple left Qin Ming without any psychological burden.

Because he learned from Yue Lingyan that these demonic cultivators were limited in their descent realm.

He wasn’t afraid of the Blood Refining Demon Sect’s revenge at all.

Moreover, after ten years, the remaining demon sect disciples would be forcefully returned to the Upper Realm.

The only pity was his desire to extract some useful information from the demonic cultivator.

But the Blood Refining Demon Sect’s secrecy methods were quite bizarre; if any of their disciples fell into another’s hands, attempting to soul-search would immediately result in dispersal, gaining nothing.

This was also the ruthless cruelty of the Blood Refining Demon Sect.

Not far above the Beast Roar Mountain Range, the gaunt Meng-named demonic cultivator witnessed his Brother Qiu being overwhelmed and killed by Qin Ming.