Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#1064 - Fill it with life

As she spoke, Zhong Yuanyuan swiftly formed hand seals and chanted incantations. With a "hum," the black lotus instantly vanished.

The next moment, it appeared above Li Chengfeng's head, and then, the black lotus transformed into myriad forms.

Countless flames, like snowflakes dancing in the sky, or petals blooming from the black lotus, densely packed and overwhelming, descended from above.

These flames were formless and intangible, appearing on the surface to give a sense of peace and tranquility, as if there were no danger at all.

However, the real danger was hidden beneath this tranquility.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Desire Fire, capable of arousing the deepest desires and obsessions in people's hearts, leading them unknowingly into an irredeemable abyss.

However, for Li Chengfeng, all of this was in vain.

Li Chengfeng's eyes were bright, his expression calm and composed, and he directly opened the mysterious Land of Forgetfulness.

Instantly, a special pink power surged out, and the Land of Forgetfulness resembled a dreamlike island floating in a future world.

At this moment, the woman in the Land of Forgetfulness suddenly opened her eyes, and a strange light flickered in her pupils.

She had been completely refined by Li Chengfeng, and for these all-encompassing Desire Fires, it was simply a grand feast.

Li Chengfeng named her Forgetfulness Maiden.

She greedily devoured the falling flames, because these Desire Fires were of the same origin as her, all refined by her original self.

Although Forgetfulness Maiden had been enslaved by Li Chengfeng and her thoughts altered, her instinct for cultivating Hellfire had not diminished in the slightest.

Therefore, Forgetfulness Maiden could quickly absorb these Desire Fires into her body and transform them into her own power.

No matter how the black lotus scattered the Desire Fire across the sky, it could not cause the slightest harm to Li Chengfeng.

This scene left the demon realm woman Zhong Yuanyuan dumbfounded, and a deep sense of shock and fear arose in her heart.

At this moment, Zhong Yuanyuan truly understood that the old ancestor of the demon realm had indeed underestimated Li Chengfeng's strength and methods.

Zhong Yuanyuan forced herself to remain calm, smiled slightly, and tried her best to maintain a friendly demeanor.

"Fellow Daoist Li, farewell. Consider this black lotus a gift for our first meeting."

As she spoke, Zhong Yuanyuan turned to leave, wanting to take the opportunity to escape this dangerous place.

Just as she was about to disappear into the void and return to the demon realm, all the surrounding power suddenly reversed in an instant.

A special Dao rhythm quietly descended, tightly enveloping her, returning Zhong Yuanyuan to the moment four breaths ago when she had not yet left.

This sudden change completely stunned the demon realm woman Zhong Yuanyuan. Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief and horror.

Just as the demon woman Zhong Yuanyuan was still immersed in shock.

Li Chengfeng spoke indifferently, his voice carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"My thirty-nine flying swords will cut through the sky like shooting stars!"

Sure enough.

Swish, swish, swish, the flying swords sped out, weaving a mysterious formation in the air, trapping Zhong Yuanyuan firmly within it.

Each of these flying swords was the essence of the sword, exuding a palpitating Dao rhythm as they rotated around the woman.

The tips of the swords flashed with a cold light, as if they would launch a fatal blow at any moment.

Then, sword energy poured down like a torrential rain, each containing a terrifying power sufficient to tear space, enveloping Zhong Yuanyuan in a shadow of death.

The demon woman Zhong Yuanyuan let out a deafening roar, and her body was instantly covered with a layer of demon armor.

This layer of demon armor shimmered with a dark light, with demon energy and the Dao rhythm of demons intertwined on it, exuding a palpitating pressure.

Zhong Yuanyuan held a bottle tightly in her hand, and the bottle was actually a treasure of the spiritual treasure level, with a mysterious light flowing on it.