C301 Devil King of Terror (1/2)
When Yang Feng was killing the type gods one by one, the observing An Beijiping became more and more shocked the more he saw, because he realized that Yang Feng did not use his cultivation after killing so many type gods, and only used the power of his flesh to kill those type gods. Especially the first type of hell demon Yang Feng killed, which was called the type god Yaksha, the strongest type of god among all types of gods, but Yang Feng had very easily cut down Yaksha's attack, and even cut it in half with one strike!
An Beijiping could not believe that Yang Feng actually had such a strong physique, and that Yang Feng did not even use a trace of cultivation after killing the rest of the style gods in succession, allowing him to gradually believe that Yang Feng's physique was truly terrifying! Looking at the Yin Yang Master s whose spirits had been damaged after they had been killed, a trace of hostility appeared on An Beijiping's face. He stared at Yang Feng and watched how he would deal with the strongest ”Spirit King” amongst the intermediate gods!
That's right, the last type of god Yang Feng wanted to deal with was called the Spirit King, each and every head was made of evil spirits. These evil spirits were squeezed together to form the Spirit King, not only was it extremely huge, it was also the strongest type of Spirit King! And the Yin Yang Master controlling this Spirit King had also reached the late stage of the Spirit Severing Stage, just a step away from entering the Spirit Severing Stage.
This Spirit King was the strongest amongst the intermediate type of Gods, and if Yang Feng were to kill the Spirit King, then An Beijiping would have no choice but to use his Spirit God to deal with Yang Feng, but the price of using his Spirit King was too huge, An Beijiping would not use his Spirit King unless he had no other choice, so he placed all his hopes on the Spirit King.
An Beijiping also wanted to use his blade to hack Yang Feng apart, but unfortunately, his close combat experience was close to zero, other than using illusions and evasion techniques, he could only use the Divine Sword. He had not tried it yet, nor did he dare to try it, he was afraid that he would be killed the first time he tried it.
The gigantic Spirit King rolled towards Yang Feng like a ball, and spat out balls after balls of black Qi from the heads of the people who made up the Spirit King's body, flying towards Yang Feng. Yang Feng looked at the huge Spirit King, endured the feeling of disgust, and braced himself to welcome it. With a wave of the Demonic Knife in his hand, all of the black air that was shooting towards Yang Feng was absorbed by the Demonic Knife.
Immediately after, Yang Feng saw one head after another separate from the Spirit King's body, with its mouth wide open, it bit towards Yang Feng. Yang Feng felt disgusted seeing so many heads pressing together and biting each other, but no matter how terrifying the heads were, even if they could fly and look terrifying, Yang Feng would not feel any disgust. Every head that flew towards him was hacked into pieces like a watermelon.
Every head was like a ghost, so every head that was split apart would be devoured by the Demonic Knife. As a result, under Yang Feng's constant slashes, the Spirit King's body gradually shrunk, becoming much smaller, but this kind of hacking was too much of a waste of time, it was Yang Feng's first time using his own cultivation.
The Nine Yin Meridians and the Nine Suns Divine Art's Yin Yang Qi poured into the Demonic Knife, the black lightning like blade radiance immediately struck, the sword radiance released by the Demonic Knife was not wide, but it was long enough, the 50 metre blade radiance was like a pillar of water, aimed straight at the Spirit King, coiling around the Spirit King tightly, then slowly devouring it.
The process was completed in the blink of an eye. After the Demonic Knife's blade light finished devouring the last head, they returned to the center of the Demonic Knife, and the number of heads that formed the Ghost King numbered over ten thousand. With so many souls being devoured by the Demonic Knife, the Demonic Knife evolved a little more, the length and width of the blade became a little wider, and Yang Feng even noticed that some patterns started to appear on the Demonic Knife's body, but these patterns were still extremely blurry, so he couldn't clearly see what the patterns were.
Yang Feng looked at the change in the Demonic Knife and then looked towards An Beijiping as well as the three meditation rooms in front of him. However, those three meditation rooms still did not have any movements, and in the end, Yang Feng still looked at An Beijiping and said to him, ”How is it?! Now, can you tell me who colluded with you?! ”
An Beijiping snorted coldly after hearing what Yang Feng said. With a flip of his hand, a talisman appeared in An Beijiping's hand, and he chanted an island language. He then threw the paper into the air, and a black hole appeared in the sky similar to the one that Yin Yang Master had used to summon their god.
The moment this black hole appeared, violent gusts of Yin wind blew out from within, and waves of blood-red light burst out from within the black hole. Accompanied by the blood-red light, two legs first appeared within the black hole, then those two feet descended, and a body clad in blood-red armor appeared, finally the black hole disappeared!
Yang Feng knew that An Beijiping was definitely summoning his style god, and wanted to see what his style god was, so he did not stop him. He had previously seen so many strange patterns, and Yang Feng thought that this time, the one that would appear would be an even weirder type of pattern god, but he never thought that other than having a head of blood-red hair, this pattern god would actually be like a normal human being.
This god had a very tall and sturdy build with blood-red hair hanging down his back. Other than his pale skin, he didn't have the slightest trace of corruption. He had grown up to be very handsome, which was definitely on the level of a handsome man. The armor on his body was also blood-red, and he gave off a majestic aura.