Master of Strange Dao

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Yu Ziqing slowly tucked the rusty sword into his coat. He knew that many eyes must be on him right now.

Let them watch then.

Yu Ziqing also wanted to see if there were any bold enough to make a move against him now.

Over on King Xiang's side, the fishing was over, but here, it wasn't done yet.

The power gained out of nowhere had dissipated, and he was still the same ordinary Fourth-tier Body Cultivator, with mostly only First-tier hungry ghosts following him.

If a powerful figure wanted to kill him, it would be quite easy.

Yu Ziqing continued on his way, and seeing that no one seemed to come, he boarded the Flying Boat, sat on the deck, and drifted slowly towards the Wilderness, letting those hungry ghosts travel on foot.

The journey was peaceful, and when he flew out of Dazhen's territory and entered the Wilderness,

Yu Ziqing casually took out a Devil Pill and held it in his mouth.

After flying for the duration of one incense stick, runes suddenly appeared around the Flying Boat.

Yu Ziqing grinned, so there were indeed those not afraid of death.

He made a decisive move and crushed the Devil Pill. The massive Demonic Qi inside was swallowed by him, and his body surface immediately turned gray-black, with numerous Devil Patterns appearing, covering every inch of his skin.

In the next moment, a spinning sharp sword appeared at his chest, fiercely colliding with the Heart Protecting Mirror hanging on his chest.

Yu Ziqing reached out and grabbed it, holding it in his hand. The blade pierced his skin, producing a sound of clashing metal. The torn flesh was instantly covered by Demonic Qi and healed immediately.

He gripped the flying sword, exerting force with his palm, and forcibly bent it, shattering its power with sheer strength.

"They really think I'm a pushover, huh? Not even sending a Seventh Tier Great Cultivator, who do they think they're underestimating?"

Yu Ziqing flipped his hand, making a filth bucket appear, then threw it with all his might.

The filth bucket turned into a afterimage, instantly crashing into the formation obstruction ahead.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion sounded, as the refined, enormous filth and toxins erupted, sizzling collisions echoing, accompanied by dimming Divine Light and weakening Spiritual Power.

The formation was forcibly corroded, creating a large hole.

Yu Ziqing stood on the Flying Boat, rushed out through that large hole, and casually took out an empty filth bucket, collecting those exploded filth and toxins back.

Outside the formation, four Sixth Tier Divinity Transformation Realm cultivators looked at the Devilic Yu Ziqing, both startled and furious.

Yu Ziqing slightly lowered his waist, his figure abruptly turning into a afterimage, rushing out from the Flying Boat, bearing several hits of Magic attacks and flying swords.

With a sinister smile, he charged at one of the cultivators, his palm swelling with Demonic Qi, filled with immense strength and a trace of Hungry Ghost Dao power, shattering the opponent's protection and gripping his throat.

A cracking sound.

The man saw his own back.

Yu Ziqing casually tossed the corpse towards the Flying Boat, then turned and charged at the others again.

The remaining three had not expected this scene. They had specifically ambushed from the high sky, spending time and array flags to set up the formation.

But they hadn't anticipated Yu Ziqing using a filth bucket, directly going Devilic, and having the power of the Hungry Ghost Dao.

The ambushers were caught off guard by Yu Ziqing, and one was immediately pinched to death on the spot.

The three fled separately in three directions, but they saw that, apart from the direction where Yu Ziqing was, in the other three directions, including above and below, filth buckets exploded.

The vast filth and toxins seemed to form an encircling circle, trapping them inside.

One of them formed a seal with his hands, summoning a strong wind to blow away the filth.

The filth and toxins swirled in the strong winds, and he flew along the path cleared by the wind.

Another had flying swords circling him, turning into a tunneling light, slashing through the filth and toxins.

He too fled frantically along the path he carved out.

The last one attempted to force his way through with a Defense Magic Treasure.

However, when they thought they had passed through the area covered by the gray-yellow filth and toxins, they suddenly saw three more filth buckets in front of them, their runes starting to emit blinding radiance.

Boom, boom, boom...

Explosions rang non-stop. Moments later, three figures, wholly contaminated by filth and toxins, fell from mid-air toward the ground.

Their magical artifacts lost their power, turning into scrap metal, tumbling down with them.

Fifteen filth buckets would take a million people over a month to gather such filth and toxins.

Utterly effective against Qi Refinement cultivators.

If necessary, Yu Ziqing had even more.

No Magical Treasure could withstand such pollution. If it couldn't be polluted, it only meant there wasn't enough filth, or it wasn't gathered strong enough.

Yu Ziqing slowly landed on the ground, and the three cultivators had already been smashed to death.

They were blasted and drowned in filth, unable to perform Magic Formulas, their True Yuan polluted, magical artifacts useless, and their physical bodies weak, leaving them no choice but to die wretchedly on the spot.

Yu Ziqing collected the corpses, as well as everything they carried, then took Wu Shuangge up into the air to retrieve all the filth and toxins spread over tens of miles.

He continued onward.

The Demonic Qi on his body began to slowly dissipate. Without Devil Thought, those Demonic Qi were like rootless duckweed, unable to exist for long.

Devil Pills weren't numerous. Each one used was one less, so it was better to use them sparingly.

But it's worth saying, going Devilic was indeed useful.

Without any resistance, he fell deeply into the Devilic state, at least elevating from a Fourth-tier Body Cultivator to a Fifth-tier Body Cultivator, and his recovery speed was even stronger than ordinary Body Cultivators. If he couldn't be killed in one strike, then it was uncertain who would end up dead.