flstandardbreds Chapter 156 The First Signs of Inner Demons, the First stirrings of desire
Chapter 156 The First Signs of Inner Demons, the First stirrings of desire
Chapter 156 The First Birth of Inner Demons, the Stirring of Desire
The vengeful spirits that filled the entire courtyard stopped attacking and floated in the air, laughing mournfully.
The remaining members of the Fu family breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Fu Jing with expressions of relief.
"What...is this?" Zhuo Yang stared at Fu Jing, looking puzzled.
He didn't sense anything unusual, as if the gray shadow was just a phantom that passed right through him without having any effect.
"Guess!" Fu Jing laughed triumphantly, her tattered long dress fluttering in the wind.
Zhuo Yang noticed that she was still casting a spell, and the strange fluctuations of true energy were very obvious.
What the hell is it?
The demon lord's primordial spirit was released once again, and Zhuo Yang used his powerful primordial spirit to sense every detail of his entire body.
Suddenly, his body trembled violently.
"You've discovered it, haven't you? How does it feel to be a demon in your heart?" Fu Jing's face was sinister, her delicate features becoming increasingly ferocious, her eyes bloodshot, and the eerie red light emanating from them growing stronger.
Zhuo Yang squinted at her and sneered, "I never expected that you would actually implant the primordial spirit of a ghost cultivator into my body, merging it with my desires and turning it into a demon in my heart!"
His body was unharmed, but his primordial spirit was entangled in a grayish-white aura, and the scenery before him was changing rapidly.
Fu Jing was still standing there, but in Zhuo Yang's eyes, she was slowly taking off her long dress, revealing her flawless body, striking alluring poses...
"Damn it!" Zhuo Yang cursed inwardly. The Fu family's secret technique actually used the soul of a vengeful ghost to arouse inner demons!
Every cultivator has inner demons, which usually appear after the formation of the nascent soul. Overcoming inner demons leads to the great perfection of one's Dao heart, and one will never be invaded by external evils again until the time of tribulation, when the Heavenly Dao will send down heavenly demons to test the cultivator's Dao heart.
Zhuo Yang was very concerned about his Dao heart. Every time he was tempted by a girl, he would think about his Dao heart. But he didn't expect that today, Fu Jing's magic would arouse his inner demons.
"puff……"
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and Zhuo Yang's face turned ashen.
Inner demons arise from the heart, and the stronger a cultivator's cultivation, the stronger their inner demons. The moment the inner demons fully manifested, Zhuo Yang was shaken by his own cultivation and suffered severe injuries.
"Hahaha..." Fu Jing laughed wildly, "Zhuo Yang, does it feel good to be a demon in your heart? I'm very curious about what your demon in your heart is, but unfortunately I can't see it, and I believe you won't tell me."
"It's alright. I will watch you die little by little from the torment of your own inner demons, and then I will extract your soul and interrogate you in the most brutal way to comfort my father's spirit in heaven!"
Laughter rang out again, and Fu Jing could not contain her joy at finally getting her revenge.
The sky was filled with vengeful ghosts laughing along, like a procession of a hundred demons at night.
"Pah! I'm not afraid of any inner demons!" Zhuo Yang spat out the blood in his mouth, his eyes widened, and he stared intently at Fu Jing.
In his eyes, Fu Jing was completely naked, dancing a heavenly dance...
My heart was pounding, and my blood was surging.
Zhuo Yang slowly closed his eyes, focused his mind, and drew his primordial spirit into his dantian.
A crimson demon core, wreathed in lightning and fire, floated in the center, with wisps of Samadhi Demon Flame appearing and disappearing intermittently.
"who are you?"
Another Zhuo Yang appeared, his wicked gaze scrutinizing Zhuo Yang.
"I am you, and you are my inner demon." Zhuo Yang looked indifferently at his other self and shook his head secretly.
"Yes, I am you, and you are me."
Zhuo Yang's expression grew increasingly sinister as he slowly began to laugh, which then became uncontrollable, causing his entire dantian space to tremble and cracks to appear on his demon core.
Zhuo Yang forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit blood and said calmly, "Is it necessary to make such a fuss? If I die, won't you die anyway?"
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Zhuo Yang's mouth. He stopped laughing and looked at Zhuo Yang with cold eyes: "Yeah, if you die, I die too. It's not worth it."
"But if you don't die, I'll never be able to control this body!"
His dantian trembled violently once again, and the cracks on his demon core multiplied.
Zhuo Yang's face instantly turned ashen, and he said in a deep voice, "It seems that only one of us can survive!"
"Let's have a great battle! Who lives and who dies will be decided by strength!" The inner demon trembled, and the dragon-patterned longsword was in his hand.
Zhuo Yang remained calmly smiling, his body standing proudly upright, but he did not draw his sword.
"die!"
The inner demon grinned maliciously, leaped forward, and thrust out a sword.
Zhuo Yang simply dodged, showing no intention of retaliating at all...
In the courtyard, the Fu family disciples dared not be careless, chanting incantations softly. The murmuring chants enveloped the countless fierce ghosts in the sky, gradually tightening the encirclement.
Fu Jing walked to a spot two meters in front of Zhuo Yang with a cold smile, waved her hand, and a bolt of dark lightning appeared, striking Zhuo Yang's face like lightning.
A slap left half of Zhuo Yang's face charred black.
"Awesome, so awesome!" Fu Jing laughed loudly, then another bolt of lightning struck Zhuo Yang's other cheek.
After slapping his face again and again, the Yin Lightning struck Zhuo Yang, leaving him battered and bruised, with blood gushing out.
Zhuo Yang's dantian was trembling violently, and the cracks on his demon core were increasing, almost to the point of collapse.
"Want to fight again?" Zhuo Yang smiled indifferently, without retaliating.
The inner demon seemed to have grown tired of fighting. It sheathed its sword, stood with its hands behind its back, and said in a sinister tone, "Fighting with you is no fun at all. I represent your desires, so why should we fight?"
"What?" Zhuo Yang frowned, a very bad feeling creeping over him.
"The demon core is about to explode, why don't you quickly use the Samadhi Demon Fire to repair it?" The inner demon grinned maliciously, pointing his finger upwards.
"What are you going to do?" Zhuo Yang narrowed his eyes, holding the dragon-patterned longsword in his hand, and finally launched an attack.
The inner demon turned and left in a flash, leaving only an evil echo in his dantian: "I am a demon, I shall roam freely. What does it matter if I am bullied by a woman? I'll go and have my way with her!"
"Get back here right now!" Zhuo Yang roared in fury, realizing he had been outmaneuvered by his inner demons.
He originally planned to let the inner demon consume his true essence, and then, when his true essence was reduced to a level that would no longer threaten his demon core, he would launch a counterattack and kill the inner demon in one fell swoop. From then on, his Dao heart would be fully formed, and he would no longer have to worry about girls affecting him.
At that time, you'll truly be able to do whatever you want...
At this moment, Fu Jing unleashed Yin Lightning once again, striking Zhuo Yang's lower abdomen heavily and blowing his already tattered pants completely off.
"Zhuo Yang, with your next strike, I'll make sure you have no descendants!" Fu Jing roared fiercely.
A suppressed laugh rang out all around. The Fu family disciples were all laughing, and the countless vengeful ghosts in the sky were also laughing mournfully.
"If I were to die childless, wouldn't you lose your happiness?"
Zhuo Yang suddenly opened his eyes, his arrogant gaze instantly locking onto Fu Jing, who was standing right in front of him.
The laughter around them stopped abruptly, and all the Fu family disciples were shocked.
Zhuo Yang is struggling with his inner demons; how could he possibly be distracted and speak?
"Little girl, you're so pretty and have such a great figure, why don't you become my concubine!" Zhuo Yang's lips curled up, his charred face filled with extreme arrogance.