Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 701: Hundred Demons
There are countless cities and mountains in the Wuliangtian of the Beiming Sea. In addition to the demon kings who occupy the spiritual places in the mountains, there are also many independent cultivators and sects.

There are also many powerful forces among them, some good and some evil.

There are frictions and hatreds between these sects, and some are even irreconcilable.
This place is not like the heavens ruled by Buddhism and Taoism. Without anyone to control it, the situation in Beiming Wuliangtian is very chaotic...

Three million miles south of Black Wind Mountain, there is a Hundred Demons Mountain.

This mountain is not big, only a few thousand miles in radius. On Earth, a mountain range with a radius of three thousand miles can be called majestic and spectacular.

But in a place like the North Sea Wuliangtian, which is tens of millions of miles away, Baimo Mountain is just a small hill in a corner.

Baimo Mountain is shrouded in dark clouds all day long, with gusts of cold wind and evil spirits rising to the sky. There are many valleys in the mountain, full of miasma, and poisonous pythons often crawling around. The environment can't be said to be bad. Compared with Black Wind Mountain, it is simply the difference between an artificial lake and a stinking ditch.

But no matter how bad the environment of Baimo Mountain is, it is still a sacred mountain in heaven. If Baimo Taoist had not married a Rakshasa woman who was born in the sea of ​​blood and taught her several powerful Asura magic techniques, he might not have been able to occupy this mountain.

The Taoist Master Baimo established his Taoist tradition in Baimo Mountain by practicing several kinds of magic skills. He was also famous in the area within a million miles and was respectfully called the Lord of the Hundred Demons.

His disciples practiced the Asura magic way, refining ghosts, devouring their essence, blood, and flesh, taking in the gloomy energy of the earth, killing the souls of wild beasts, and refining them into magic weapons. The environment of the Hundred Demons Mountain was harsh, with vicious beasts and poisonous insects everywhere, but for them it was a treasure land.

In a valley, a red-scaled python as thick as a water tank was moving its tongue through a meter-thick patch of dead leaves, aiming directly at a sika deer grazing on grass.

Just as the red-scaled python was quietly approaching the sika deer and its head shot out like a sharp arrow, a black-grey sword light shot out from a distance and circled around the red-scaled python's head.

The red-scaled python's head was chopped off in an instant!

The python's head was cut off but it was not dead for a while. It bit the deer's butt, and the deer was frightened and jumped three or four meters high.

The sika deer jumped up and ran more than ten feet away. Then, with a thud, its front hooves went limp and it fell to the ground. In a short while, it turned into a pool of blood.

The headless python rolled over and over on the ground, turning into a twisted hemp rope. The red whip swung wildly, causing leaves to fly everywhere, and the python's body rolled up a lot of mud...

After a while, an ugly young man walked out carefully from behind the tree, picked up the python's tail, shook it, pulled it, and peeled off the entire python skin.
Only a long strip of white flesh twitched in his hand.
He squeezed out a snake gall the size of an egg from the white meat, and the boy swallowed it whole. After swallowing the snake gall, he opened his mouth wide, showing his sharp white teeth, and bit the seven-inch part of the python's body that was still twitching.

His Adam's apple trembled up and down, and the python gradually shrank. Within a few breaths, only a skeleton was left in his hand.

This was not the end. He took out a soul-capturing gourd, walked to the pool of blood that the sika deer had transformed into, muttered something, and pointed his finger. An extremely fine black gas flew out from the top of the snake's head and was sucked into the gourd, which was actually collecting the living soul.

Shaking the gourd with satisfaction, he suddenly heard the sound of drums. He looked up to the top of the mountain and saw the magnificent palace building. A hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

After collecting the python skin, he flew back to his cave abode. On the cliff halfway up the mountain with rugged rocks and tangled old trees, there was a platform with a radius of one acre. Behind the platform was a pitch-black cave. Such caves were very common.

There are dozens of caves in any hill within a hundred miles. These caves are where the lower-level disciples of Baimo Mountain live and practice.

It is not as quiet, magnificent, or full of fairy spirit as some immortals’ caves.

"Brother, why is it so lively in the sect today?"

On the way back, the young Taoist met a fellow disciple and asked curiously.

"You don't know, our Patriarch grandmother returned to the Blood Sea to visit relatives, so the Patriarch held a grand banquet!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest also looked towards the direction of the Hundred Demons Palace with envy.

There was no place for a group of ordinary disciples like them at the banquet of Baimo Palace.

Inside the Hundred Demons Palace, there were heavenly music, fine wines, exotic flowers, and fruits, all brought into the hall by beautiful young girls in pink gauze, carrying crystal fruit plates.

In the main hall, a Taoist monk wearing a black Taoist robe was lying on his back on the couch, his head resting on the snow-covered body of a female disciple, and he opened his mouth from time to time.
He let a young girl in light gauze open her red lips and feed peeled grapes into his mouth mouth to mouth.

Although the Taoist name of Bai Mo is Bai Mo, he has a good appearance, looks like a young man in his twenties, and has a handsome and fair face.

He was wearing a pure white Taoist robe and his hair was tied with a silk thread. He looked extraordinary and elegant, and no matter who looked at him, they could not imagine him to be the old devil who dominated a region.

The only flaw was that his face had an abnormal, sickly blush, especially around his eye sockets, which were faintly tinged with purple.

An experienced Chinese doctor could tell that he was suffering from excessive indulgence, kidney deficiency, and lack of vital energy.

The Taoist Master Bai Mo was severely raped by his wife.

He finally caught up with his wife returning home to visit her parents, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Taoist Bai Mo was enjoying the kneading and pressing of the slender fingers of the female disciple behind him, while eating grapes and appreciating the singing and dancing of the graceful girls in the hall, with a smile on his face, but he occasionally raised his eyelids to look at several figures in the hall, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

The people he was looking at were all his mistress's confidants.

The Hundred Demon Mountain claims to respect the Hundred Demon Daoist, but unfortunately he relied on the support of the Blood Sea Asura Demon Dao to make his fortune.

The mistress's family was powerful, so even if he knew that the mistress had kept a lover without telling him, he could only pretend not to know.

Even if she returns to the Blood Sea this time, she might end up cheating on him again...

In order to draw on the power of the sea of ​​blood, he endured all of this.

What really made Bai Mo Dao Ren unhappy was that the Rakshasa woman he married was a witch who was proficient in the art of collecting and replenishing essence.

All the true yang he had worked so hard to accumulate was taken away by her, which also caused his progress in cultivation to be slow over the past thousand years.

"Counting the days, that woman will be back soon. No, I have to hide!"

Bai Mo Dao Ren didn't have the courage to fall out with the Rakshasa woman, so he could only avoid the witch first.

He found an excuse and planned to hide in the deep sea for a hundred or two hundred years before coming back.

At this moment, a green light shot out from outside the hall and landed in front of Bai Mo Taoist. Bai Mo Taoist stretched out his hand and conjured up a giant demonic hand, pinching the green light in his palm. The green light dissipated and turned into a jade slip for transmitting sound.

"You invited me to the banquet. I don't have much friendship with that guy Xiong Bin!"

After reading the contents of the jade slip, Bai Mo Daoist reached his hand into the gauze dress of the young girl beside him, kneading the dough-like snow-white dough, his mind turning.

After pondering for a long time, he finally decided to go to the banquet...

The purple bamboo shoots produced in the Black Wind Mountain have the effect of calming the mind and exorcising evil spirits. He practiced the Asura magic, and his mind was easily affected by it.

Every once in a while, he would send his disciples with generous gifts to Black Wind Mountain to pick purple bamboo shoots. Just for these purple bamboo shoots, he had to give face to Xiong Bin.

"Heisha, go to the storehouse and prepare a gift. Um, bring me the nectar of the Codonopsis pilosula!"

Bai Mo Daoist sat up from the couch, looked at his disciples, and gave instructions.

"Yes, Master!" A middle-aged Taoist in black sat up from behind the desk, saluted towards the Taoist Baimo, and hurriedly left the hall.

Not long after, he hurried back with a Qiankun bag and presented it to Baimo Taoist with both hands.

Several female disciples had already arranged the robes for Bai Mo Dao Ren. He took the Qian Kun bag and looked at the disciples:

"I am going to Black Wind Mountain for a banquet this time. After the banquet, I will go to the Abyss Sea. You have low cultivation bases, so you don't need to follow me. Heisha, keep a good eye on the mountain gate!"

"Yes! Master!" The Taoist in black bowed to the Taoist Baimo.

Inside the main hall, there were a few Taoists looking at Bai Mo Taoist with sarcasm and mockery in their eyes.

The Taoist Master Bai Mo seemed to be completely unaware of this. He ordered his men to bring a strange black tiger and rode on its back. The black tiger stepped on the clouds with its four claws and flew away on the clouds in a flash.

With the departure of the Taoist Master Baimo, the banquet naturally ended, and the Taoists also left the Baimo Palace in groups of three or two.

"That old ghost said he wanted to go to the Abyss Sea. I think he is afraid that the old lady will come back to take his essence!"

Two Taoists were flying in the Hundred Demons Mountain with the help of a beam of light. One of them was strong and the other was thin. However, they were both handsome men in the human world. The strong Taoist sneered.

"That old ghost has escaped, but we brothers are the ones who are suffering!"

“Hehe, it can’t be considered suffering. That lady’s figure, her appearance, and especially…hiss!”

His thin face had a look of aftertaste.

The Taoist Xiong Zhuang glared at him unhappily: "That lady is very good at the art of collecting and replenishing. It is certainly enjoyable, but don't forget the purpose of our coming to this Hundred Demon Mountain!"

"Hehe, brother, I have a plan. The man surnamed Yang was just a casual cultivator before. He became the master of the Hundred Demons Mountain after he met the Rakshasa woman and gained many benefits.

Judging from his appearance, he will not come back for a hundred or two hundred years if he goes into hiding. We might as well take this opportunity to whisper something in the ear of that Rakshasa woman and replace her!"

The thin Taoist said with a sinister look on his face: "As long as the Rakshasa woman nods, the masters of the Hundred Demons Mountain will be you and me! When the time comes, we will learn the Asura magic skills, capture a few beautiful female fairies, and slowly enjoy the essence of their bodies. Wouldn't that be fun!"

"If this matter leaks out, you and I will even die!" The majestic Taoist licked his lips, a little hesitant.

These two Taoists have served under Baimo Mountain for hundreds of years and know the origins of the Rakshasa woman.

The Taoist Master Baimo was originally an ordinary casual cultivator. He was lucky enough to be noticed by a Rakshasa woman, and obtained a copy of the Asura Hundred Demons Sutra. He cultivated supernatural powers and became the founder of this sect.

As both of them were the Rakshasa woman's lovers, they were naturally unwilling to accept the decision and felt that they could do it themselves.

"Then let's test that lady's attitude first, and then report the old ghost's whereabouts to her!"

The thin Taoist took out a blood-red sword in the shape of a bamboo leaf from his bosom, imprinted his spiritual consciousness on it, and exhaled a breath of vital energy. The sword broke through the void and disappeared...

"Don't tell me, when I was hanging out with that girl on the bed, I saw clearly that this Hundred Demon Palace is just a base of the Asura Demon Sect in this heavenly realm.
As long as nothing goes wrong, these Asuras won’t care whether the one helping them is a Hundred Demon Daoist or a Thousand Demon Daoist! As long as we serve that girl well in bed…”

The two Taoists nodded and smiled sinisterly at each other.

"It's a pity that it consumes too much of my true yang. Recently, my two kidneys have been feeling burning and sore. I have to go to the warehouse to get some tonic to replenish my body!" The thin Taoist hit his waist and complained.

"It looks like you guys have worked hard!"

A faint voice sounded from behind the two of them.

The two men were suddenly startled. The majestic Taoist priest threw out a flying sword wrapped in several puffs of black smoke and slashed it behind him. Then he fled forward without looking back.

Hearing the familiar voice, the thin Taoist no longer had the thought of resisting, and his body turned into a wisp of black gas and fled towards the mountains and forests.

Two demons jumped out from the void and stopped the two men. The two men struggled to fight back, but the two demons simply grabbed the basin-sized hands and ripped the bodies of the two men into pieces, taking away their essence, blood, and souls.

The Taoist Baimo raised his hand and crushed the flying sword that the majestic Taoist had sacrificed, then raised his own natal treasure banner and took the two natal demon gods that had had a full meal, as well as the souls of his two disciples, into the banner.

The Hundred Demons Taoist lightly waved his magic banner. Gulp! Gulp! Wisps of magic fire rose up from the banner, engulfing the two Taoists' souls and burning them to the point of excruciating pain...

"My dear disciples, don't worry. I will burn you with this fire for a hundred years. There is plenty of time. Enjoy it slowly..."

The Hundred Demons Taoist practiced the Asura magic, just like the people in the righteous way, refining their Yang Shen into a baby,
He refined his own spirit into a natal demon god, and after using the Xuanyin method to refine it, he would release it against the enemy, and it would be more powerful than his real self.

The original spirits of the two Taoists were also captured and put onto the banner to become the main souls of the banner.

After refining it, whenever the Hundred Demons Taoist releases it against an enemy, this natal demon god will use all the Taoist methods it had in its previous life, and can also use magic weapons, which is much more powerful than controlling it with one's own mind.

He has ninety-nine and eighty-one magic banners like this, and the magic power of each natal demon god is far above that of ordinary immortals.

This is also the origin of his name, Baimo Daoren.

After dealing with the two Taoists, Baimo Taoist rode the black tiger and left Baimo Mountain towards Black Wind Mountain.

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The most mysterious place in Hell is the Netherworld Blood Sea, which is formed by countless blood rivers. It is wider than the four major seas in the east, west, south and north of the human world combined.

Above the sea of ​​blood, a brutal fight was going on. On one side of the fight was a tall and powerful earth god covered in golden armor, who was coming continuously from the distant Yinshan Mountains.

On top of the Yinshan Mountain, Buddha's light shines, golden lamps are lit, and there are clouds of garlands and incense. This is where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva resides.

On the other hand, there were both men and women, the women were extremely beautiful, and the men were ugly as devils. They were all wearing black armor, fighting with the gods, and there were casualties on both sides.

Among the eight heavenly dragons, one is a god, and three are asuras, which are demons.

Those who were fighting each other were none other than the gods and the Asuras of Buddhism. The captured Asuras became the protectors of Buddhism and were included in the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons. All the major Bodhisattvas and Buddhas could command them.

That god was none other than the hundreds of millions of Buddhist soldiers, including both monsters who had converted to Buddhism and humans.

The Asura clan, like the Dragon King, live in the vast and boundless sea of ​​blood in the underworld, and specialize in devouring the souls of the six reincarnations to increase their own strength.

Those magic techniques in the devil's way that condense an external incarnation, sacrifice to ghosts, celestial ghosts, and refine Yin gods are all derived from the Asura lineage, so the Asura path is also called the devil's way.

In those days, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva followed the orders of the Western Lord and led hundreds of millions of Buddhist soldiers to station in the underworld, vowing to subdue the Asura clan.

“I will not attain Buddhahood until hell is empty.” This Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wants to save all the Asuras and evil spirits in hell before he can attain Buddhahood.

Countless Asuras fought with the Buddhist guardian gods in the sea of ​​blood.

Every moment, the guardian gods of Buddhism were chopped to the ground by Asuras, and even the relics were smashed to pieces.

Every moment, there are Asuras who are saved by the Buddha's light, put down their butcher knives, and become Dharma protectors of Buddhism...

In the depths of the sea of ​​blood, hundreds of thousands of miles away from the battlefield, a blood-red lotus bloomed.

Groups of Rakshasa women stood barefoot on the blood-red lotus flowers, gazing at the battlefield from afar.

These female Rakshasa were all extremely beautiful, wearing light gauze and exposing their round, jade-like feet.

Each of them had skin as white as cream, slightly rosy, as if made of water. The veil did not cover their bodies, revealing all sorts of wonderful features.

With every frown and smile, the light in her eyes flickered and captivated people's hearts. Even a god who had renounced all emotions and desires would have his blood boiling and be consumed by desire, unable to control himself.

Unlike ordinary Asura women, these Rakshasa women are all daughters of Asura King.

However, King Asura has thousands of daughters, but only 72 of them have official titles, so it is obviously not the case that these...

"I don't know what's wrong with these monks recently. They used to attack the Sea of ​​Blood only once every thousand years, but it hasn't been long since then and they're disturbing us again!"

A female Rakshasa frowned slightly, and her frowning look made her look even more pitiful than Xishi holding her heart.

"I heard that a Buddha passed away in Buddhism, but seeing what happened in our sea of ​​blood, it's really an unprovoked disaster!"

A charming Rakshasa girl looked back at her sisters and laughed sweetly:
"Well, after looking for a while, do you see anything that catches your eye? You finally got to go back to your parents' home, so I'll make the decision on these goodies, so you can pick first!"

"Sister, stop joking. These sisters are used to eating delicacies in heaven. How could they be interested in these ugly girls?"

A tall Rakshasa woman covered her mouth and chuckled.

"In fact, it's okay to eat some whole grains to change your taste sometimes!" A Rakshasa woman, draped in white gauze and floating like a pure fairy, uttered these harsh words.

Her words were met with a burst of joking responses.

"My sister is right. Although those immortals and monsters look good, they lack some charm..."

"Hehe, I think you want to be pounded hard, can you handle it..."

As the female Rakshasa played and frolicked, the gauze fluttered. The nearly translucent gauze could not cover their bodies at all, revealing their naked bodies.
"That one, I think it's pretty good. It's a little ugly, but it's half a head taller than the others!"

"I want the thin one. There's a saying in the world: small bellies are big chickens!"

"Then I want the one with the knife..." A female Rakshasa draped in a veil looked around and saw an Asura split a guardian god in half with one knife.

In just the short time that she was paying attention, hundreds of guardian gods had died under this Asura's sword.

In the sea of ​​blood, the strong are respected, and she is not the only Rakshasa woman who is keeping an eye on this knife-wielding Asura.

Just as she raised her finger to point at the Asura, the void suddenly trembled, and a beam of blood flew out and landed in front of her.

She spread out her hands, and the blood turned into a handleless flying sword and fell into her palm.

Just as she was about to take the flying sword, the Asura holding the knife was pinned down by another female Rakshasa.

When she realized what was happening, she stamped her feet in anger. Under the veil, Yukiko was trembling.
She got so angry that she threw all the flying swords in her hands into the sea of ​​blood.

"Don't be upset, sister. At worst, I can hold a naked party and we sisters can enjoy it together! But when the sisters go to heaven, don't hide your treasures and eat them by yourself!"

"Sister, what are you talking about? When you sisters go to heaven, I will definitely treat you well!"

The Rakshasa woman who threw the sword giggled at the Rakshasa woman who spoke and made a promise.

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