Chapter 76: The Heart Demon Old Man

  "Huh?!"

  Ning Feng, Chen Xiwei, and Shu Bailin all stopped in their tracks at the same time.

  Dozens of feet away from the front, a bonfire was burning fiercely, with temperatures around it higher than elsewhere, exuding warmth.

  They did not feel any warmth at all, but instead a chill ran from the base of their spine to the top of their head.

  Because there is someone in front of the bonfire!

  It was a man in black, standing with his hands behind his back. Only his back could be seen, but not his face. It was unknown who he was.

  Behind him, the bonfire cast a glow, and his shadow stretched out long on the ground, extending all the way to Ning Feng's feet.

  "Who is it?"

  Ning Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had fallen into an icy pit.

  This man was clearly standing with his back to him, hands behind his back, but he felt a pair of icy eyes staring at him like a beast eyeing its prey.

  Chen Xiwei's hand slipped into his sleeve on the seventh night of the month, and Shu Bailin's hands were busy rummaging through his chest. Finally, he pulled out a gaudy bellyband, hastily threw it down and rummaged again before pulling out a crumpled talisman.

  Everyone felt an invisible threat.

  "You've finally arrived, it was worth our ancestors waiting for you for so long."

  A hoarse voice came from the black-robed figure's back.

  Also self-proclaimed Lao Zu, this person was just standing there quietly, but the pressure he gave people was a hundred times that of Chu De.

  Ning Feng and others were enlightened in their hearts, this is a person who truly has the qualifications to be called an immortal ancestor.

  "Who is he, after all?"

  Just as Ning Feng had this question flashing through his mind, the scene in front of him suddenly changed greatly.

  The night sky, bonfire, and black-robed man are all gone.

  The wind felt the entire world stretching out. He was alone, unable to make a sound or move his hands, and could only watch as scene after scene unfolded before him, with the heavens as its backdrop, revolving...

  ……

  Act I is a place covered with black glaciers, where the endless night has no end, without a ray of sunlight, only the magnificent aurora borealis is self-sufficiently resplendent in the sky.

  On the ground. A big city with bright lights, bustling and noisy, as if performing an endless play.

  The next moment, the lights went out, the city disappeared, and an old man in a black robe woke up from his dream, looking up at the sky and roaring, with a momentum that could destroy heaven and earth.

  Act II, by the side of Moon Lake, the shallow lake water is being stirred by an invisible giant hand. Scooped up into the air, and scattered in all directions. Exposing the muddy lake bottom.

  At the bottom of the lake, a sun god symbol is branded, vague and unclear, but its majesty remains undiminished.

  Act III, somewhere in the city, a young man with a pale face died while hugging a mirror. The mirror was shattered into tiny pieces, and even fragments as small as grains of rice could not be found.

  ……

  "Mirror Boy..."

  The scene in front of him shattered, Ning Feng suddenly realized and finally understood the purpose of this black-robed old man.

  Unconsciously, a drop of cold sweat fell down, sliding over the nape of the neck, slipping into the clothes from the back collar, and a chill ran down.

  Ning Feng didn't turn back, yet he could still clearly hear Chen Xiwei and Shu Bailin's suddenly rapid breathing, it was obvious that the scenes before were not just seen by him alone.

  "You should know why Lao Zu has come, shouldn't you?"

  The old man in black robes slowly turned around, and the scene he had just seen shattered, facing the three of them.

  The old man wore a set of black robes, pure and unadorned with gold thread or embroidery, their color deep and profound. His complexion was deathly pale, with a sickly crimson hue on his cheeks, but his eyes alone shone brightly, as if they could see right through to the bottom of one's heart.

  "Mirror Boy?"

  Ning Feng took a deep breath and responded calmly. Knowing the other party's intention, he became even more calm.

  "Not bad."

  The old man in black robes stretched out his hand from the wide sleeves, his hands were like chicken claws, and his skin was pale white. His fingernails were jet black as ink, making people feel a chill: "Mirror is my beloved disciple, I have high hopes for him. He has unparalleled talent, innate spiritual power, and was born to be an extraordinary genius in the art of mirrors."

  "He wants to kill you, and you let him kill you, but instead you fight back and harm his life. Today, I will avenge my ancestor's death by killing you."

  "Remember, Lao Zu calls himself Xinmo Old Man, and when he goes to the underworld, it's good to have someone to call out for injustice."

  The old man's words came out, and Ning Feng, Chen Xiwei, and Shu Bailin all widened their eyes in shock.

  It was the first time they had ever heard anyone say such rude words with such a straight face.

  What is meant by "he wants to kill you, and you let him"?

  Is this old demon's stubbornness and overbearingness just because he is the Sun God Temple, one of the top seven sects in the world?

  "Cheers!"

  The old man with a demon in his heart seemed to be too lazy to say anything more to these juniors, and after finishing speaking, he spread his arms wide, his large sleeves fluttering like a big bat spreading its wings in the dark night.

  Block out the sky and cover up the sun!

  "Hoo hoo hoo~~~"

  The wind suddenly rose, and the vast starry sky went out in large patches. The brilliant Milky Way lost its light in sections, the bright moon was veiled, and the entire night sky seemed to have a thick curtain pulled over it by an invisible hand.

  Pure darkness to the extreme.

  "Devil... Devil... Devil..."

  Shu Bailin's legs went soft and she sat down on the ground, stuttering for half a day without being able to say anything coherent.

  The wind in his heart is also a little sad.

  Such an overwhelming demonic aura can only be possessed by a giant of the demonic path.

  Such power, such might, such terror, was no longer something that a young monk of his level could withstand.

  A mantis trying to stop a chariot - it's just that futile.

  "Don't worry, I won't simply kill you."

  "I want you to sink into the heart of the devil, go mad in the devil's womb, tear every piece of flesh from your body and swallow it all, otherwise, it will not alleviate the hatred in Lao Zu's heart."

  The old man's voice of heart demon echoed in Ning Feng and others' ears, but his figure was invisible before their eyes, everything hidden in the darkness.

  The bonfire didn't know when it would go out, and the ground made a "hissing" sound. The black air corroded the ground wherever it passed, creating small pits the size of ants, which was terrifying to touch.

  Visibly, the surrounding trees withered rapidly, and the small stream nearby turned ink-black. The fish flipped their bellies up and floated to the surface, turning into white bones in an instant.

  Such overwhelming power, like erosion, like occupation, dominated the entire world, unstoppable.

  "It seems like I've dragged you down with me."

  Ning Feng rubbed his head, and he actually still managed to smile.

  A clean smile, as if facing not a vengeful demon king, but just an irrelevant existence, performing an unremarkable trick.

  Chen Xi's small hand grasped the Qixi ring tightly, lowering her voice, filled with anxiety, saying: "You go quickly, I'll hold them off."

  "What's the point of blocking? You can't block it anyway."

  Ning Feng was still smiling, and gently rubbed Chen Xiwei's hair with his hand.

  Chen Ximiao was amused by him and replied with a sentence: "I'm happy."

  "Two little ancestors..."

  Shu Bailin was thoroughly defeated and fell to the ground, shouting: "Ning Geer, we're almost dead, don't say there's no chance anymore."

  "If we meet again in the next life, you'll still be at the Temple of the Sun God, don't forget to bring your brothers along."

  "Nothing else is asked for, just give one of those genuine transmission quotas."

  Ning Feng was relieved, he seemed to understand that all the strange occurrences and hesitant expressions along the way were for this reason. He must have had this idea since they left Ganlu Town.

  He also heard that when Shu Bailin mentioned the four words "Temple of the Sun God", he intentionally raised his voice, and his tone was so loud that even a dead man could be awakened.

  Ning Feng shook his head, his mind as clear as a mirror. If the old Heart Demon could be scared away by the four words "Sun God Temple", then he wouldn't have come in the first place when he saw the Sun God symbol branded at the bottom of the Moon Pond.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, no sooner had Shu Bailin's words fallen than the voice of the Heart Demon old man rose again:

  "No need to bring up the Sun God Temple to intimidate me, Laozu. After killing you all and avenging Jing'er, I will retreat back to Hei Chuan Ice Extreme. The Sun God Temple can be tyrannical again, but what can they do to me?"

  "Now, you will die."

  Perhaps it was the cruel death methods that the old man had mentioned earlier, as soon as the words fell, a surge of black air obscured the night sky, covering everything, and came crashing down like a massive wave.

  At that time, the vast night sky was as black as ink, and the demonic aura covered the world, shrouding heaven and earth.

  Among them, Ning Feng and the three of them were like a grain of sand in the vast ocean, without even the slightest chance of resisting like a reef.

  "I never thought I'd die with you here."

  Chen Ximiao's hand loosened its grip on the Qixi ring, and the golden ring fell to the ground.

  "Hey, don't throw things around."

  Ning Feng stretched out his hand and grasped the Qixi Ring, smiling cleanly as he gazed at the surging demonic energy as if it didn't exist, saying: "Who said we would die?"

  "Huh?"

  Chen Xiwei tilted his head slightly, and Shu Baili stretched her neck like a goose.

  "It's not just others, Master can also take charge."

  No sooner had Ning Feng's words fallen than a brilliant light burst forth from the eastern extremity.

  "We have too!"

  The next moment, the eastern darkness was swept away, and a red sun burst forth, like nine dragons pulling, in an instant, it broke through the void.

  "Evil old man, you want to move my disciple, have you asked me?"

  A dull voice, like a thunderclap, exploded loudly, causing the demonic aura surrounding Ning Feng and others to dissipate in all directions.

  Heavenly Cloud! (......)