Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 74: Sheep Demon Appears, Undertaking Great Actions While Valuing Life

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Sheep Demon Appears, Undertaking Great Actions While Valuing Life

Crunch!

Song Lin exerted a slight force, and the person’s neck snapped with a sound, twisting several times.

Gu Qingfeng died with his eyes open, a trace of disbelief lingering within them.

Even until his death, he couldn’t believe that Song Lin really dared to kill him.

This man has a treacherous nature!

Unfortunately, he couldn’t tell his master.

Gu Qingfeng died with regret.

As the saying goes, when the body dies, the Tao disappears. With Gu Qingfeng’s death, the Rampant Soldier immediately dissipated.

Seeing the Rampant Soldier dissipate, Song Lin felt reassured.

This was a Taoist Temple Rampant Soldier summoned by a cultivator through a talisman, essentially True Qi gathered, controlled by the Taoist Temple. And once it dissipates, it vanishes, leaving no memories.

If it were a Rampant Soldier I created, then I would have to kill them all.

Of course, there is still something in front of me that needs to be dealt with urgently.

"Die!"

The red umbrella girl held the umbrella, her delicate face turned hideous, blue-black veins spreading around her eye sockets as she extended long nails to stab at Song Lin.

Having lost the augmentation of her power, she was as fragile as paper, and a golden light immediately reverted her to her true form.

The red umbrella fell helplessly.

Song Lin stepped forward, picked up the red umbrella, intending to destroy it, but reconsidered and decided to keep it.

This object shouldn’t be destroyed here; this kind of fierce ghost is hard to fathom. It might be fully restored if there is a Secret Technique.

As for the other things, refrain from touching them for now.

Crash!

A gust of Yin Wind swept past, with over eighty remaining Rampant Soldiers and the bruised Dog-headed Taoist standing by his side.

"Continue to the next village."

Song Lin raised his right hand, his fingertip igniting a flicker of flame that mirrored his shifting expressions.

The light azure faded from his pupils, the moonlight on his body receded, as he gazed at the clear moon and the distant billowing thunderclouds.

"A dark and stormy night, quite the weather for murder and arson!"

The flame drifted onto Gu Qingfeng’s corpse, which burst into flames, filling the entire forest with a dense, charred stench.

Since one is killed, killing a few more doesn’t matter; now is the time to kill all those who have wronged me.

"Wuj Ji, Chi Yang, and... no one else."

Wuj Ji can’t be beaten, so kill Chi Yang first.

Whoosh!

Song Lin’s figure disappeared from the spot.

Following the direction where there were more people, he would eventually find the guy.

On the way, gather some Cloud Dispelling Envoys, see if I can rise another rank.

After taking out thirty-five Cloud Dispelling Envoys in the marketplace, yin merit reached sixty-eight; with thirty-two more, it rises to a Secondary Eighth Rank.

Song Lin pushed through, due to a lack of forces, he could only seek some isolated Cloud Dispelling Envoys.

After leaving, the place became silent.

The night was deep, moonlight like water.

Suddenly, a dense black fog blew through the forest, rustling the branches.

The black fog coalesced into a gigantic entity.

Its head like a mountain peak, eyes like flashing lights, horns like iron towers, teeth like sharp blades, hair like iron needles. From head to tail, a hundred feet in length, from hoof to back, eighty feet tall.

A massive black sheep, it lowered its head, gently sniffed the corpses and various debris on the ground, and then swallowed them in one gulp.

The Sheep Demon glanced at the village, where a few people still survived; it ignored them, its body dissipating like sand, transforming into pitch-black particles.

"Huh?"

At this moment, the Sheep Demon discovered a mortal had glanced at him, who then quickly hid away.

"Seeking death!"

Poof!

The Sheep Demon snorted, releasing two streams of sulfurous smoke laced with dark red sparks.

The smoke enveloped the village, causing all life to burst into flames from the inside out, burning to ashes.

The Sheep Demon continued to patrol as Yin Wind.

It only killed Taoists, not mortals, only killed those who saw its True Body.

A swirl of Yin Wind, cultivators screamed, turning to ashes, their essence blood and Primordial Energy absorbed by the Sheep Demon.

Above in the sky, Rain Tiger was dueling with Master Jiuyou.

One man, one demon, their spells strangely alike.

Rain Tiger spewed rainwater that transformed into various demons and ghosts, engaging the Rampant Soldiers in battle.

Meanwhile, Jiuyou Taoist transformed into a Hundred-foot Dharma Body, blue-faced and white-haired, a crescent on the forehead, a dark green Yin cloud atop his head, constantly sending out three hundred and sixty-five kinds of Rampant Soldiers.

"You bastard..."

Rain Tiger was somewhat surprised.

This guy initially looked half-dead; how was he getting more spirited the more they fought?

...

Elsewhere, deep in the mountains and forests.

Song Lin, with dozens of Rampant Soldiers, killed two Cloud Dispelling Envoys.

"Phew, ninety-six."

At this moment, his glance shifted, suddenly seeing a mass of Yin clouds above in the sky.

At first, it wasn’t clear, until he activated the Taiyin Golden Pupil, cold sweat immediately dripping down.

"What a large sheep!"

A height of a hundred feet, roughly three hundred meters.

Where did this Great Demon come from?

The demon’s target seemed to be the village ahead?

And the path it was taking just happened to lead here!

"This is bad!"

Song Lin immediately retracted all the Rampant Soldiers.

Then hid in the shadows, employing the Invisibility Technique, hiding his entire figure.

Whoosh!

The pitch-black Yin Wind flew towards the village below with a shrill whistle.

Amid the wailing of Taoists, it absorbed their essence blood and continued to the next location.

"Demon? Spell?"

In the dark, Song Lin keenly observed what seemed to be a talisman on the back of the black sheep’s neck.

Artificial? Or just a Great Demon passing by?

The Flood Control Grand Ceremony was far more complex than imagined.

"Forget it, it’s better to hide now."

After waiting for half an hour, he dared to emerge and continued catching isolated Cloud Dispelling Envoys; the village below had already been razed to the ground.

Boom!

At this moment, an explosion resounded from the sky.

"Haha, Jiuyou, I will not let you have your way even in death!"

A giant silken cocoon burst open, countless dark blue tendrils shooting out from the blood mist, tightly binding Jiuyou’s Hundred-foot Dharma Body.

The dispersed blood mist adhered to Master Jiuyou, more and more, seemingly about to form a new cocoon.

This is Rain Tiger’s ultimate move—it transforms others into himself.

Master Jiuyou’s face changed dramatically, really miscalculated this time.

"Open!"

Jiuyou seemed to make some sort of resolution, a trace of demon thought passed in his eyes.

The crescent symbol on his forehead shone brightly, spurting out countless black Qi.

Black Qi enveloped his body, a ghostly wail echoing in the void.

This is Nine Nether Taiyin Energy.

Crick, crick!

The Hundred-foot Dharma Body rapidly enlarged, slowly stretching the tendrils, as Jiuyou was about to break free. But his complexion grew increasingly pale.

"Temple master! I am coming!"

At this time, Ziyuan led a five thousand strong Rampant Soldier army, two hundred Dog-headed Taoists soaring into the sky.

"Great opportunity!"

Below, Song Lin couldn’t help but admire.

Jiuyou was about to escape but hadn’t fully, taking advantage now to manipulate, let Jiuyou fall, coupled with the help of several Stewards, perhaps it might succeed.

Although the disciple was a bit foolish, the master’s mind was still clear.

With Ziyuan as temple master, at least, he could get a piece of the action.

Elsewhere, Taixuan seemed to sense something, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted: "Master!!!"

He flew swiftly, but it was too late.

Ziyuan had already reached Jiuyou’s side.

"Master, I am here."

"Good, well done, Ziyuan, come quickly and help me!" Jiuyou laughed loudly.

"Of course!"

Ziyuan’s right hand shifted, and a jade sword appeared in his palm, then stabbed towards Jiuyou.

The blade drew ever closer, leaving it unclear whether it was meant to cut tendrils or aimed at Jiuyou.

Ziyuan couldn’t hide his excitement internally, his long-cherished wish was finally coming true.

The Taoist Temple’s wealth didn’t matter, the position didn’t matter, what mattered was the Upper Pure Three Cave Five Thunder Scripture bestowed upon being temple master.

Only by climbing to the highest level of the Taoist School can one touch the complete Great Dao.

Those who obstruct my path shall be killed, killed, killed!

This moment, Ziyuan instinctively looked up, meeting Jiuyou clear gaze, as if sensing his thoughts.

He recalled his days cultivating in the Mei Mountain Jungle.

No matter what he did, he couldn’t hide it from his master’s wise eyes, who would not scold but calmly stared until he confessed.

Ziyuan hesitated, was this master testing him intentionally? Does he still have strength?

Looking again at many fellow Taoists not far away, if he succeeds in killing the master, could he suppress them?

In hesitation, Ziyuan hardened his heart, the sword’s edge shifted.

Crack!

The tendril severed with one strike, his Self-Assimilation technique was broken.

Jiuyou broke free!

Jiuyou spat fresh blood, unable to maintain the Dharma Body, reverting to his original form, plummeting, and then was caught by the hastily arriving senior disciple Taixuan.

"Cough, cough, thanks to you, Ziyuan."

...

"Foolish!!"

Song Lin was thoroughly speechless.

This was the best opportunity! How could you be bluffed!

Hesitant and suspicious, striving for greatness yet fearing for his own safety!

Song Lin internally defined Ziyuan.

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