Chapter 211: I, Lu Heng, Don't Practice Demon Cultivation

Chapter 211: I, Lu Heng, Don't Practice Demon Cultivation

Under the withered tree, lightning flickered while the woman's miserable screams continued to echo.

Lu Heng continuously injected heavenly thunder into the woman's body, trying to separate the Moluo evil demon from Huo Feng's soul. However, the dazzling lightning was unable to achieve its goal.

Apparently, the Moluo evil demon had truly merged with Huo Feng's soul. Although Lu Heng used heavenly thunder to pull and drag it, the woman could only scream miserably, soon losing her voice.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

The woman hoarsely pleaded, "If you don't let go, you will hurt this young man's essence!"

Upon hearing these pleas, Lu Heng withdrew his hand and the heavenly thunder dissipated.

Under the withered tree, the woman lay limp on the ground, her face pale, and her clothes damp with cold sweat, while her limbs twitched involuntarily.

Lu Heng, dressed in white, stood beside her, observing her state and nodded in agreement.

"It seems like the heavenly thunder can still control you after all... I thought you were truly fearless."

Lu Heng's words caused the woman on the ground to shudder, then lift her head to glare at him with hatred.

She said, "If it weren't for the heavenly thunder holding me back, how dare you act so arrogantly? If you have the ability, don't just rely on the heavenly thunder!"

Moluo Evil Spirit's provocation made Lu Heng nod and say, "You make a valid point. Since the heavenly thunder can't stop you for now, I plan to use another method."

A yellow and black seal flew out from behind Lu Heng. Smiling, he looked toward the woman at his feet and said,

"Since you say only death can separate you...let's try it out."

Lu Heng's words made the woman widen her eyes and ask, "What do you want to do?!"

She had originally just been talking back out of habit, but she never imagined that the Wolf God in front of her would really change tactics...just one heavenly thunder had made her feel like she was dying, and this guy actually had other tricks up his sleeve?

The dark yellow seal floating behind Lu Heng gave her an extremely uneasy feeling.

And Lu Heng didn't let her wait long.

Under the withered tree, Lu Heng in white waved his sleeves lightly. A cold light swept across and directly shot the woman's soul out of her body.

The foundational primordial spirit and unique magic power they have cultivated remains in their physical body. Although the thin soul that was beaten out has some magic power, compared with the genuine primordial spirit, it is as weak and fragile as a soap bubble that can burst upon the slightest touch.

Even just a ray of sunlight or a strong gust of wind might scatter the soul of the young man of the Yun sect...

Although it was due to the young man of the Yun sect's low cultivation level, even a highly experienced cultivator would be weak if their soul was scattered like this.

Can this supposedly righteous White Wolf really use such a vicious technique?

Could it be that the appearance of a righteous cultivator is just a false mask used to deceive the public, and its true identity is that of an evil cultivator?

The strange creature with its red fur looked at Lu Heng in great fear and said, "White Wolf! Since you are not a true righteous cultivator, why do you have to force me?"

"It was indeed my fault for harming your friend. However, I am willing to settle this matter! As long as you are willing to let me go, the moment I depart, not only will I not harm your friend, but I will also leave behind pure energy without any demon aura to assist him in his cultivation."

"We are all cultivators of the demonic path. We have already suffered exclusion from those righteous individuals and struggle to survive. Why must we engage in infighting and harm each other?"

"By doing so, aren't you causing pain to your loved ones and delighting your enemies?"

Moluo the Evil Spirit pleaded bitterly and explained the pros and cons.

However, Lu Heng laughed heartily and said, "Who told you I am a practitioner of the demonic path? Your Excellency has a huge misunderstanding."

Lu Heng defended himself casually, but Moluo the Evil Spirit looked at him with alarm and disgust, saying, "There are only the two of us here. There's no need to put on a show. It's better to speak plainly. You may deceive others, but you can't hide the truth from me."

"Your wicked technique of capturing souls is the most malicious and sinister among even the cultivators of the demonic path."

"To master this skill, at least a hundred thousand living souls have died and been tortured by you... or even more!"

"Committing such heinous acts, and yet you claim not to be a practitioner of the dark path? I don't dare believe it, do you dare to say it?"

Moluo Evil Spirit questioned coldly.

Lu Heng laughed heartily and said, "What's there to be afraid of? I, Lu Heng, walk a righteous path and stand tall. I have never cultivated the dark arts!"

As soon as his voice fell, an ancient book suddenly fell out of Lu Heng's sleeve.

The two large, ominous characters on the cover exuded a strong aura of evil.

"Demon Sutra"!

Under the withered tree, the atmosphere suddenly froze...