Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275: 153. The End of the Soul Threshold, Seizing the Evil Treasure (8.6K Words - Major Chapter, Seeking Subscription)_5

At this moment, Tang Fan suddenly felt a fierce heartthrob and intense pain. Before his eyes appeared a scene: Infant Cry Master was dead!

The scene vanished in an instant, and Infant Cry Master was still standing alive and well.

However, that moment of emotional impact was huge. The impact would only make Tang Fan feel sad, but for unknown reasons, the sadness was infinitely magnified, so much that his vision went black, he fell from a high place and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone felt something inside them collapsing...

It was the Dao Heart.

Someone had created a crack in their hearts and then desperately tore it open.

At this moment, everyone felt their realm deteriorating, except... Song Yan.

...

Just then, the weakened Tiger Emperor shouted from above, "Strike!"

As the words faded, a white rainbow curved out from behind the gray sun.

The white rainbow traversed the sky, swiftly spiraling, threading through the various Chang ghosts outside the gray sun like a needle and thread.

Whoosh!

A treasure hunter died!

Whoosh!

Another died!

Whoosh!

Tang Fan gazed incredulously at the hole in his chest, slowly reaching out his hand, only to let it fall.

The white rainbow did not cease, and it not only moved quickly but could also discern who was the weakest at the moment.

The white rainbow chose the Deer Demon.

Whoosh!!

The Deer Demon was severely injured.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

The white rainbow swept past rapidly, several people were injured, Song Yan included.

This white rainbow’s body strength was terrifyingly strong, seemingly ignoring the evil souls’ sniping entirely.

He saw in the white rainbow a figure, a woman’s, but her eyes harbored countless resentment.

After several exchanges, the white rainbow retreated, hovering beside the Tiger Emperor, revealing the form of a cold female cultivator.

Red-robed Insect King raised his head and said coldly, "Since when did Dongjun of the White Rainbow Ancient Race cooperate with Tiger Emperor, even tricked me into entering? It seems the deep-seated animosity you mentioned is nonsense."

Dongjun, the chilly female cultivator, said, "All demons of the Mountain and Sea Demon Race deserve death! And..."

A cold smile curved at her lips, "I’m not cooperating with Tiger Emperor."

Infant Cry Master looked helplessly at the three dead treasure hunters.

It had spent an immense amount of effort on these three treasure hunters!

Moreover, seeing Tang Fan dead, it felt an indescribable pain emerging. Each time that pain surfaced, it felt its realm deteriorate slightly, as if some mysterious power was at work here.

It suddenly recalled everything shared with Tang Fan in the Illusion Realm, those exceedingly strange feelings that were born. But the Sea of Suffering Novice Monk wouldn’t entice, nor could he entice, everything should have been natural feelings.

"Retreat!"

The Seven-tailed Demonic Fox Patriarch suddenly spoke.

Yet from above, a mocking voice rang out, "Where would you retreat?"

The laughter mingled with a painful tiger roar.

The tiger head gradually faded, revealing the figure of a strange monk emitting black smoke, with the powerful Dongjun of the White Rainbow Ancient Race standing beside the monk, coldly overlooking the red-robed figure and saying, "Insect King, you’re knowledgeable, do you recognize this one?"

Insect King looked up at the monk and, slightly losing his voice, exclaimed, "Demon Monk!

Within the Sea of Suffering, a portion of terrifying obsessions uphold Buddhist principles, enlightening the world.

Yet another portion entices the world.

They can easily draw out human desires, leading them astray, and then, through these human weaknesses, destroy their Dao Heart."

The smoky monk taunted, "This old monk drifted on the Sea of Suffering, and finally reached this Changwang Pearl.

But within the Changwang Pearl, the Tiger Emperor’s remaining thoughts were too heavy, holding too much Evil Treasure; this old monk couldn’t compete.

Therefore, I invite you all to help...

Many have come over these years to assist this old monk.

This old monk is very grateful to them, therefore allowing them to become submerged in the Illusion Realm, and so slowly, I’ve gained some strength to contend with the Tiger Emperor.

"There’s no one left here who can seize Evil Treasure, it’s time everything ends."

The Demon Monk grinned ferociously.

The Seven-tailed Demonic Fox Patriarch suddenly looked at Song Yan, Han Yuling, and said, "Self-destruct your divine soul, blast open a gap!"

Both being from the Human Race and the weakest, naturally it was time for sacrifice.

Han Yuling’s face changed dramatically, unwilling to face inevitable death.

Song Yan suddenly said, "Patriarch, I have a technique, can break open a gap."

The Seven-tailed Demonic Fox Patriarch coldly snorted, "Really?"

Song Yan said, "Cover me."

The Seven-tailed Demonic Fox Patriarch said, "Good! If you succeed, I will preside over your matters with Ancient Tooth!"

Song Yan had been using the magic from "Ghost Infant Scripture," but now suddenly grabbed the pitch-black Myriad Souls Banner.

He raised his hand, pointing in one direction, evil souls danced wildly, successive explosions targeted one place.

The demons saw the power of Soul Burst Technique was astounding, knowing there was hope, they concentrated their strength together, aiming at where Song Yan detonated.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!

Continuous explosions and concentrated power landed on the same point.

That point finally opened.

Song Yan’s figure shot out like lightning towards that spot, while the Seven-tailed Demonic Fox Patriarch was about to follow, he suddenly flung the banner, a series of divine souls recklessly refilling the gap.

The rumbling explosions blocked the Seven-tailed Demonic Fox Patriarch.

And the gap in the Demon Monk quickly healed.

Song Yan did not stop, suddenly charging at the nine dark gold beads in the distance, raising his hand to swiftly seize in everyone’s incredulous eyes.

Yet he only touched the first one, and intense pain struck.

He grasped tightly, thrusting thoughts, divine soul into the dark gold bead, commencing its refinement.

The Demon Monk’s mouth closed, continuing to digest the demons inside, but his eyes abruptly turned towards Song Yan, meeting his gaze.

One digesting Evil Treasure, one digesting demons, the air quieted, time... seemed to stand still.