Chapter 929: Mouse Demon

An hour later, hundreds of vicious yellow demon bees flew from afar into the yellow miasma. Poisonous insects and beasts preferred to stay in places with dense miasma, as it aided their cultivation.

Most of the yellow demon bees were first-tier, with a few being second-tier. The moment they flew into the yellow miasma, countless sharp thorns shot out from the surface of the green thorns, piercing their bodies. Hundreds of yellow demon bees all fell down as the earth churned, burying their corpses.

Two days quickly passed. Large numbers of poisonous insects were drawn by the miasma released by the wood demon. Poisonous mosquitoes, ants, and scorpions successively flew into the miasma to settle there. Their ranks were not high, and without exception, all were killed by the wood demon. These poisonous insects would absorb the miasma for cultivation; if they consumed too much, it might prevent the Three-Colored Wind Butterflies from being drawn in.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were very patient and remained hidden nearby. During this time, some cultivators passed by. After witnessing the potency of the miasma, they did not linger and quickly left.

Seven days later, a group of massive butterflies appeared on the horizon, rapidly flying towards the sea of flowers. The butterflies had patterns of black, blue, and yellow, and their flight speed was very fast. Leading the group was a giant butterfly the size of a door panel, which was clearly a third-tier low-grade Three-Colored Wind Butterfly.

A gentle breeze blew, scattering the yellow miasma, causing it to spread. The Three-Colored Wind Butterflies seemed agitated. They flapped their wings, unleashing a large swath of green wind blades that plunged into the yellow miasma. Simultaneously, a fierce wind arose, blowing away the yellow miasma. Detecting no abnormalities, they slowly flew towards the sea of flowers.

Just as they approached the sea of flowers, a whizzing sound filled the air as countless sharp thorns shot out, streaking directly towards the Three-Colored Wind Butterflies. Simultaneously, innumerable green thorns erupted from the ground, transforming into sharp swords and striking the Three-Colored Wind Butterflies.

Almost at the same moment, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan revealed themselves, with Wang Ruyan holding a green pipa. The Three-Colored Wind Butterfly reacted quickly. Realizing the danger, it flapped its wings, sending forth a large swath of sharp green wind blades.

Boom! The dense green wind blades struck the green thorns, leaving only shallow marks. The countless sharp thorns, however, pierced through the bodies of some Three-Colored Wind Butterflies, causing them to fall from mid-air.

The Butterfly King reacted the fastest. With a fierce flap of its wings, a large cloud of multi-colored powder flew out, striking towards the wood demon. The multi-colored powder could harm cultivators, but it was useless against the wood demon.

The Three-Colored Wind Butterflies were very fast fliers. They scattered, attempting to escape. A rapid burst of pipa music resounded, as countless green wind blades flew out, striking the Three-Colored Wind Butterflies. The lower-tier Three-Colored Wind Butterflies were shattered to pieces by the dense green wind blades.

The Butterfly King flapped its wings, flying higher into the sky. Just then, the void above it warped, and a massive palm, filled with blue electrical arcs, suddenly appeared, descending rapidly.

Boom! The Butterfly King was struck by the blue giant palm, and a large area of blue lightning engulfed it. Wang Changsheng was at the ninth layer of Core Formation, and with a spiritual technique strike, the third-tier low-grade Butterfly King simply couldn't withstand it.

A fierce gale arose, and a massive tornado suddenly appeared within the blue lightning, shattering the lightning. The Butterfly King transformed into a streak of light and fled towards the sky. The Butterfly King's body was covered in wounds, and its wings were somewhat tattered.

A low pipa melody resounded, as an invisible sound wave swept forth, rapidly passing over the Butterfly King's body. The Butterfly King's speed instantly slowed. An even larger blue giant palm appeared above its head and struck down fiercely once more.

The Butterfly King's body crashed heavily to the ground. Its wings had several large holes, and blood flowed incessantly. Countless green thorns emerged from the ground, weaving themselves into a large green net, which enveloped the heavily wounded Butterfly King. The sharp thorns on the surface of the green thorns pierced through the Butterfly King's body, causing it to visibly shrivel into a mummy at a perceptible speed.

With Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan working together, and the addition of the wood demon, it was effortless to eliminate a third-tier low-grade Three-Colored Wind Butterfly. The other Three-Colored Wind Butterflies also failed to escape their fate, all being killed by the wood demon.

Wang Changsheng could sense that the wood demon was very excited; it seemed to greatly enjoy draining the vital essence from cultivators or demon beasts. He quickly approached the Butterfly King, used a flying knife to cut open its abdomen, and took out a watermelon-sized object. The object was colorful, emitted an exotic fragrance, and felt remarkably light.

Boom! A deafening roar suddenly erupted.

"Husband, someone is approaching," Wang Ruyan said with a frown, looking into the distance. Her divine sense was comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator; she could sense three Core Formation cultivators approaching, one of whom appeared to be injured.

"Let's mind our own business... What is it? Get out!" Wang Changsheng's expression darkened. He slammed his right fist towards the ground, and a blue fist shadow several zhang in size flew out, striking the ground fiercely.

Boom! A huge crater was instantly smashed into the ground, with a clear fist print visible. From the crater, a large mound of earth swelled up, and a yellow light shot out from underground, revealing a shifty-eyed old man in a yellow robe.

The old man in yellow had long, thin ears, a tuft of black whiskers on his nose, some yellow fur on his arms, and a slender rat tail.

"A rat demon?" Wang Changsheng was momentarily startled, then his interest was piqued. His Two-Eyed Rat was already a third-tier mid-grade beast. In recent years, it had consumed plenty of demon beast meat but had not managed to advance to third-tier high-grade. It was not easy for spirit rats to advance. This rat demon had a cultivation base of Core Formation seventh layer. If his Two-Eyed Rat consumed it, it should be able to advance to third-tier high-grade. The Two-Eyed Rat had followed Wang Changsheng for many years, accompanying him to this day and bringing him many opportunities. Naturally, Wang Changsheng wanted to nurture it well. With humans and demons in opposition, Wang Changsheng would have no psychological burden in slaying a Core Formation seventh-layer rat demon.

Three streaks of light—one red and two green—appeared on the horizon, rapidly flying towards their location.

"Fellow Daoists, I am Wu Zizai of the Skywind Trading Alliance. Please lend me your aid; I will certainly reward you handsomely afterward," a somewhat urgent male voice suddenly rang out.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan exchanged glances and nodded to each other. Wang Changsheng then sent his right palm towards the old man in yellow in the air, and a blue giant palm several zhang in size appeared out of thin air, striking down fiercely.

The old man in yellow reacted quickly. A large swath of yellow light surged from his body, and a solid yellow armor materialized, protecting his entire body. The earth beneath him turned to sand, a fierce wind arose, and yellow sand filled the sky. Countless yellow grains of sand flew into the air, transforming into a yellow giant palm several zhang in size, which fiercely met the blue giant palm.

Boom! The blue giant palm and the yellow giant palm collided, neutralizing each other. A powerful blast of air erupted, and thick smoke billowed.

A rapid burst of pipa music resounded, as countless green wind blades shot forth, as if to tear the old man in yellow to shreds.