This time, Lanling truly did have his soul leave its shell.
Of course, it was not a complete departure from his body, but rather like a kite, as if a string firmly connected his body and soul.
His soul surged into the mirror of the Demon God relic.
His physical body remained outside the mirror.
Instantly, Lanling felt himself split into two.
His soul entered the world inside the mirror. This was a grand hall, a hall of several hundred thousand square metres, dark yet magnificently splendid.
At the top of the hall sat a supreme dark king.
Of course, this dark demon king was merely a blurry shadow. The only things clearly visible were two eyes, eyes like green flames.
Over a hundred metres tall, like a mountain.
Unparalleled majesty, incomparable terror, incomparable power, as if the master of heaven and earth. Before him, Lanling truly was like an ant.
This dark demon king was fake. It was the energy body of this Demon God relic.
Countless years ago, the demon god king had passed by this place, and by chance his gaze had stared into this mirror, leaving a blurry reflection upon it.
Then, this mirror gained life. Later, people passed by this mirror one after another, and it learned greed, cunning, despicableness, and so on.
Thus, it gained its own thoughts.
It regarded itself as the dark demon king, the supreme dark sovereign.
It even used powerful spiritual power to envelop a patch of land, treating it as its own territory. At its strongest, it was several hundred li in radius. Now, as its energy continuously weakened, it was merely one hundred li in radius.
After having its own territory, it still needed its own subjects.
So, it used spiritual power to create beautiful illusions. Looking at this place from the outside, one day was one season, either spring flowers blooming or white snow everywhere.
Attracting group after group of barbarian people to come adventuring.
Some of these people died, and the spirits of another portion were completely captured by it, becoming its subjects.
Then, this mirror called the wind and summoned the rain in its own world, playing the role of the dark king, the supreme master.
It said that over thousands of years, only the Dragon Emperor and Lanling had climbed the pyramid of tens of thousands of metres and come before it.
These words were half true and half false, because the purpose of every person who entered the ghost domain world was different.
For example, Lanling and the Dragon Emperor wanted to devour the Demon God relic and obtain powerful strength, so what they saw upon entering was a pyramid of tens of thousands of metres, undergoing arduous and dangerous trekking.
While some people entered the ghost domain world merely wanting a warm home, delicious food, or enchanting beauties, and so on.
So, the ways this mirror demon king captured the spirits of barbarian people were also different.
However… now Lanling actually wanted to destroy his world. How could this be allowed?
It had been this dark king for countless years. No one could come to destroy it.
…
Inside the mirror’s world, within the demon king’s hall.
The distance between Lanling and this mirror demon king was merely one thousand metres.
If outside, the so-called dark demon king was merely a ball of light and shadow, then inside the mirror’s world, it was incomparably real.
The flames within its eyes, the horns on its head, the scales and barbs on its body, the claws on its palms, all were incomparably real.
But overall, it still looked somewhat blurry.
That was because, when the true demon god king passed by here back then, the image left was already very blurry.
And the mirror could not imagine and fill in the demon king’s image on its own, so the body it transformed was real yet blurry.
“Insignificant human, you actually dare to challenge the supreme dark demon king in my plane. Truly absurd and laughable…” the mirror demon king sneered.
Its voice was incomparably resonant, as if the entire hall was trembling.
But listening to it, it sounded somewhat false, somewhat buzzing.
Lanling smiled, “When the true demon god majesty passed by here back then and looked into your mirror, he should have left a sigh. Then, you actually used the tone of this sigh to evolve into various speaking intonations. Very unnatural!”
The moment these words were spoken, the mirror demon king flew into a rage, “I am the demon god majesty! I am the true dark demon king! I am the master of this heaven and earth!”
Lanling smiled, “Then come kill me, crush me!”
The flames in the mirror demon king’s eyes shuddered violently, then it sneered, “Killing an ant like you, does it still need I, the great demon king, to act personally? Come, execute this lowly human by a thousand cuts!”
“Yes!” A uniform shout of assent.
Then, several thousand people poured in from outside the hall.
All kinds of barbarian people, many races.
Every person wore all kinds of bright armour and weapons, every person majestic and imposing.
These people were the barbarian people who had been long-term captives of the mirror demon king. They had become the mirror demon king’s subjects, playing the game of kings and hegemons in this world.
And at the same time, in the world outside the mirror.
Several thousand barbarian people surged towards the mountaintop, surrounding Lanling’s true body.
Only, in the real world, these barbarian people were all in ragged clothes, some even without clothes, every person skin and bones.
Clearly, these barbarian people lived incomparably rich and glorious lives in the spiritual illusion, while in the real world, they lived very miserably.
However, it was fortunate that every person was at least very clean, almost spotlessly clean.
“Kill!” The demon king inside the mirror let out a great roar.
Inside the mirror, barbarian people in bright armour and mighty weapons madly charged towards Lanling inside the mirror.
In reality, barbarian people in ragged clothes, holding wooden sticks and stones, charged towards Lanling to kill him.
Lanling fell into chaotic battle!
“Swish…” He suddenly drew the great sword from behind his back.
This great sword had always been there. Only after entering the illusion, Lanling’s body was destroyed in various ways, and this great sword also vanished without a trace. In fact, it had always been on his back.
“Swish swish swish…”
Lanling began to massacre!
Inside the mirror’s hall, countless splendid armours were torn apart, blood splattering.
In the real world on the mountaintop, one barbarian person after another was slain.
…
Among the people captured by the mirror demon king, were there any experts?
Yes, but very few!
Because almost all experts had died!
First, most people who entered the ghost domain world were desperate refugees, trying to find a place to settle in this ghost domain world.
And experts who entered the ghost domain world had only one goal: power and treasures.
So after entering the ghost domain world, what they faced were terrifying trial illusions.
Just like when Lanling entered, it was a pyramid of tens of thousands of metres, four gates of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, filled with incomparable danger.
Once one died in this dangerous illusion, then one truly died.
Because once a person’s spirit and brain domain believed they were dead, then they were dead.
Lanling was different. In his mind, he could revive, so every time he died he could revive.
So, the vast majority of experts who entered the ghost domain world died.
Moreover, people with powerful cultivation had strong spiritual power and willpower, not easily deceived, and over time could discover the falseness of this illusion.
So, what the mirror demon king captured were mostly barbarian people with low spiritual power.
…
In the world inside the mirror, Lanling’s spiritual power madly slaughtered.
In the world outside the mirror, Lanling’s true body madly slaughtered.
While killing, he madly lunged forward, biting the barbarian’s neck, madly drinking blood.
And at every such moment, countless barbarian people would surround him, madly hacking at Lanling’s body with wooden sticks and stones.
However, Lanling possessed a golden demon body. These wounds instantly healed.
He madly slaughtered, madly drank blood.
Power endlessly devoured, battle endlessly continued.
The weakest enemies were at the very front.
Killing to the back, the barbarian people Lanling encountered finally grew increasingly powerful in martial arts.
At this moment, what was Lanling’s cultivation? Unknown, perhaps Demon Martial Artist!
Because everything before in the illusion was fake, including the so-called cultivation increase in heat, cultivation increase in cold.
But now, accompanying the slaughter, accompanying the blood-drinking, the cultivation he raised was real.
When Lanling had killed half of the surging barbarian people.
The cultivation of the people in front had already surpassed Level Four Martial Artist.
This cultivation was less than half of Lanling’s. He still killed them one by one with a single sword, madly slaughtering.
Moreover, he did not kill them instantly, but before they died, bit their necks, madly drinking blood.
Wielding a great sword of several hundred jin, Lanling slaughtered without knowing fatigue, chopped without knowing fatigue.
One hour!
Two hours!
Three hours!
Four hours!
If it were anyone else, they would have died who knows how many times already.
If it were anyone else, they would have long been exhausted, left to be slaughtered by others.
But every time Lanling slaughtered, he madly drank blood.
Before, what he drank was the blood of barbaric beasts, but this time what he drank was the blood of barbarian people.
Every time the blood he drank, in mad battle, continuously transformed into true power.
Uncle Suomo had said that after breaking through to Demon Martial Artist, simple and direct hellish training was no longer useful. The best trial was actual combat, actual combat accompanied by slaughter and bloodshed.
And Lanling right now was a slaughter trial, an actual combat trial.
Completely without knowing fatigue, the more he killed the braver he became, the more he killed the madder he became.
And thanks to the hierarchical order created by this mirror demon king.
In this mirror demon king’s empire, the hierarchical relationship was incomparably clear. Those with the lowest cultivation had the lowest status, and in battle they always had to charge at the very front.
Only after the people with low cultivation had all died would those with high cultivation charge forward.
So, when Lanling was slaughtering and battling, those with powerful cultivation would only coldly watch from behind.
…
Five hours, six hours!
Twelve hours.
Two days and two nights!
Three days and three nights!
Lanling completely entered a mad slaughter trial, he completely became a butcher.
Battle was trial, blood-drinking was energy.
The blood he drank, in battle continuously became the body’s own power.
Moreover, because the energy from blood-drinking far exceeded the energy expended in battle. So, even if he suffered the greatest injuries, they could instantly heal.
During these days and nights of slaughter and battle, Lanling did not know how many thousands of times he had been hacked by people.
If not for the supplement of blood-drinking energy, even if he had a golden demon body, even if he had golden bloodline, he would have long become minced meat, dead beyond dead.
At this moment, whether in the palace illusion inside the mirror or on the real mountaintop outside, corpses lay everywhere, blood almost dyeing the mountaintop red.
Countless severed arms and legs, bodies piled into mountains.
Lanling no longer knew how many thousands of people he had slaughtered, nor how many people’s blood he had drunk.
In any case, he clearly felt his spirit growing stronger, his cultivation growing stronger, his power growing greater.
Let alone without any fatigue, under mad slaughter, his bloodline was almost singing, almost boiling, he was incomparably exhilarated.
He could clearly feel his cultivation madly skyrocketing, but exactly how much it had skyrocketed, he completely did not know!
…
After killing for four days and four nights!
The distance between Lanling and the mirror demon king was merely less than one hundred metres.
Thirty-three people remained, standing between Lanling and the mirror demon king.
The several thousand people Lanling had just slaughtered were all the mirror demon king’s demon soldiers, and the thirty-three people before him now were the mirror demon king’s demon generals!