Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 740: The Abnormally Savage Demonic Beasts

Chapter 740: The Abnormally Savage Demonic Beasts

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Chen Huaian emerged from the Cangyun Realm.

He cautiously surveyed his surroundings, fearing that something strange might suddenly pop out.

Fortunately, he was still at the same location where he had originally entered the Cangyun Realm.

Demon Sealing Pagoda Number Four remained exactly as before.

It was just that the demons who had originally hidden inside the pagoda had all run out again and were wandering about. This was also a sign of safety; if an avatar of a Demon Immortal like Chen Niu had appeared, under the absolute suppression of bloodline, these demons would have long since fled without a trace.

Chen Huaian checked his own body again.

His cultivation was at the early Unity Realm, and his Divine Soul was completely normal.

"Whew—!" Chen Huaian let out a sigh of relief.

"I should probably not have been targeted by the Celestial God Clan yet..."

He calmed his emotions and then hurried towards the fifth Demon Sealing Pagoda.

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At the same time, at the ruins of the Great Thunder Temple.

The once holy land bathed in Buddhist Light was now nothing but a desolate, deathly silent ruin.

Charred, jagged remnants of walls and pillars pierced menacingly towards the gloomy sky. Broken massive beams slanted into piles of rubble like the dried bones of giant beasts.

The shattered heads of Buddha statues lay scattered in the dust, their hollow eye sockets gazing indifferently at this desolation.

The square, once filled with the lingering sounds of Buddhist chants, was now covered in a thick layer of grey-white dust. A few withered, yellowed fragments of scripture pages swirled in the cold, mournful wind, rustling with a low, sobbing sound. A huge, dead Bodhi tree stood with its gnarled branches twisted and stretching outwards like arms of despair clawing at the heavens.

Before the treasure vault, the faceless stone statue suddenly shimmered with a faint layer of pale golden light.

Like gold foil peeling away, specks of golden radiance drifted from the statue, gathered and swirled by the wailing, gloomy wind.

The golden light twisted and expanded, finally condensing into a massive outline—a sinuous flood dragon body with a ferocious bull's head.

It was precisely a newly descended avatar of Chen Niu!

The aura of this avatar far exceeded the previous one. Its vast demonic power was almost on the verge of breaking through the constraints of this realm, shockingly possessing the might of the early Feathered Transformation Realm.

The most conspicuous feature was the several strange—chicken feathers!—sprouting from its thick lower jaw, each one shimmering with shifting, rainbow-hued light.

Each feather contained pure demonic power and a trace of the flavor of immortal dao principles.

Chen Niu raised a giant claw covered in rough scales and swiped downwards, condensing a water mirror of demonic energy in the void.

It tilted its ferocious bull head, extended a claw, and carefully counted, one by one, the dazzlingly brilliant chicken feathers on its chin.

"One, two, three... early Feathered Transformation." It rumbled to itself, a flicker of satisfaction in its eyes, immediately replaced by gravity. "The urgent task is still to open the Well of Heaven as soon as possible, to draw down more power... However..."

A trace of bewilderment suddenly appeared in Chen Niu's huge bovine eyes. "Just who was it that destroyed this one's predecessor?"

Although the avatar originated from the main body's memories, it became an independent entity upon descent.

It was certain the main body had imparted relevant memories, but now, upon recollection, there was only a vague figure in white clothes, holding a long sword, standing proudly upright.

And that face... was as if shrouded in thick fog. No matter how much it concentrated its Divine Sense, it could not see it clearly at all.

The main body's command was clearly branded deep within its demonic soul:

Find that white-clothed Sword Cultivator!

Capture alive, extract the soul, and bring it back!

If the situation becomes impossible... execute on the spot!

"Damn it all!" The more Chen Niu thought about it, the more aggrieved it felt. It slammed a claw fiercely onto the ground, causing the surrounding rubble to clatter and roll. "Just giving this blurry shadow? Can't even see the face! Where is this one supposed to go to find a needle in a haystack?!"

Divination and tracking?

That also requires the target's aura or a personal belonging as a guide!

Now it was empty-handed, simply having no rice to cook the meal.

"Perhaps... that Wu E kid knows something?" Flickering ghostly green flames danced in Chen Niu's eyes.

It instantly made a decision—first go and guard the fifth Demon Sealing Pagoda.

Helping Wu E hunt Fierce Beast Demonic Souls was one reason; rescuing it from the Confinement Formation was the second; and then it would be the perfect time to ask about clues regarding the white-clothed Sword Cultivator.

That Sword Cultivator's target was clearly also the Fierce Beast Demonic Souls. Since they had already succeeded at the fourth pagoda, there was absolutely no reason to let the nearby fifth pagoda go.

Thinking of this, Chen Niu's massive body exploded into a churning mass of grey-black demonic mist, carrying with it the terrifying pressure of the Feathered Transformation Realm.

Like a dim meteor, it shot violently towards the direction of the fifth Demon Sealing Pagoda deep within Shenlongjia.

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On the other side.

Chen Huaian had already successfully entered the fifth Demon Sealing Pagoda.

It was worth mentioning that the demonic beasts guarding the area around the fifth Demon Sealing Pagoda were even more ferocious than those around the fourth pagoda.

If the demonic beasts around the fourth pagoda were a scattered mess, then those around the fifth pagoda were well-trained soldiers.

But this didn't mean these demonic beasts were more lively than those at the fourth pagoda.

Their eyes were still numb and dull, yet deep within them lurked a chaotic killing intent that was difficult to suppress.

Even releasing the aura of the Ancestral Dragon was useless.

The Ancestral Dragon's aura acted like a stimulant to these demonic beasts, making them even more frenzied.

"Truly strange." Chen Huaian stood at the entrance of the fifth Demon Sealing Pagoda, looking back at the place he had just come from.

The pupils of the demonic beasts covering the mountains and fields were like ghostly fires flickering in thick fog, staring at him intently.

But from the moment he stepped into the pagoda, these demons had not continued to approach.

It was as if there was something within this fifth Demon Sealing Pagoda that they feared even more.

So much so that even though their reason was eroded by the maddened killing intent, they still had no desire to approach the pagoda.

"These demons look as if their reason is being controlled." Chen Huaian frowned.

He had faced countless pouncing demons along the way but had not killed a single one.

In his eyes, these demons guarding the pagoda were more like his allies than the Ascenders.

Furthermore, his strength far surpassed these demons.

He could simply activate a force-field type formation to isolate their pouncing attacks.

It was hard not to suspect that the abnormality of these demonic beasts was related to the Fierce Beast sealed within this pagoda.

Chen Huaian turned his head to gaze into the interior of the pagoda.

The inside of the pagoda was not dimly lit, but absolutely dark.

Thick, ink-like ferocious, murderous aura and demonic energy intertwined and permeated the air, devouring all light, forming an absolute darkness where even a cultivator's night vision completely failed.

The air was heavy and viscous, filled with the cloying, sweet scent of decay and rust.

Even breathing felt like inhaling cold lumps of lead.

*Thud... thud... thud...!*

Heavy, slow, metallic-sounding footsteps suddenly rang out from the all-devouring darkness.

The sound approached from afar.

Each step fell as if striking the rhythm of a heartbeat, causing the ground beneath his feet to tremble slightly.

A far colder, more violent, and ruthless pressure than the beast tide outside the pagoda surged forth from the darkness like an invisible tsunami, layer upon layer, crushing down.

Chen Huaian's pupils contracted sharply. The spiritual energy around his body instantly surged to its peak.

*Clang—!*

The Black Scales Sword silently slid into his palm. The sword body flowed with a cold, dark glow, becoming the only source of light in this absolute darkness.

The enemy had not yet appeared, but the aura it emitted already made him feel some pressure.

By the faint light of the sword's glow.

Three vague yet massive outlines slowly emerged from the darkness.

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