I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Chapter 243 182: Complete Map

Taking advantage of the night demon's sneak attack, the Fire Demon's leg suddenly erupted with blazing fire. Qin Yuesheng felt a burning sensation in his palm and involuntarily released his grip, allowing the Fire Demon to escape.

After the night demon transformed into a Scorpion Person, its attacks became significantly more ferocious. Its tailbone pierced through the air like a rain of spears, but Qin Yuesheng blocked all the blows with his shield.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Soon, the large shield transformed by the Soul-Catching Demon was riddled with holes. Although no blood flowed from the wounds, Qin Yuesheng could feel the slight trembling of the Soul-Catching Demon's body.

It could feel pain too.

Lei Gang was certainly not a fool who would just stand by idly. Though he didn't know Qin Yuesheng's true strength, he couldn't, by any means, let the man who saved his life face two masters of the Demon Sect alone.

He immediately struck his bronze hammer, and lightning burst forth: "Brother, I'll take on the one engulfed in flames. That monster is yours to deal with."

Qin Yuesheng nodded and immediately engaged the night demon in battle with his saber.

Looking at the map in the sky, Feng Mo was extremely anxious. Just one more piece, and he would be able to see the true secret of the Sword Tomb's hidden treasure.

This legendary Sword Saint's secret treasure, rumored in Jiangnan!

"How long do you plan to watch? Take action already!" Feng Mo shouted at the ground.

His behavior seemed odd, as if he were talking to the air from an outsider's perspective.

But as soon as Feng Mo's words fell, a rumble echoed from beneath the Treasure Bottle Temple, and a large amount of earth began to crack open as if a gate to the underworld had been unlocked.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Skeletons wielding sabers and shields crawled out from the crevices, covered in mud and moss. The ancient, decayed stench spread, assaulting the senses.

A Martial Monk caught a whiff and immediately dropped his iron staff, clutching his throat in extreme agony.

That expression was enough to convey the suffering to those who didn't experience it firsthand.

"Ugh! Ugh!" The Martial Monk's face turned bright red, muscles tensed, eyes wide open. His entire face began contorting, and with a final 'crack,' he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

With an exceedingly eerie smile frozen on his face, it was deeply unsettling.

A skeleton happened to wander next to the monk's corpse and swung its blade down, decapitating him in an instant. The head rolled away without pause.

"Hold your breath! It's poisonous." Bao Jing shouted loudly.

This shout was anything but ordinary, akin to a mountain roar or tsunami, with a lion's open mouth manifested behind him, howling upwards.

It was the renowned Buddhist martial art, the Lion's Roar Skill.

Upon hearing Bao Jing's warning, everyone quickly held their breath, fearing they would share the monk's fate.

Soon, the courtyard filled with skeletons, launching suicidal attacks on everyone except for the Demon Sect.

Bao Jing, initially entangled with the Forest Demon wielding a feather fan, suddenly faced interference from a swarm of skeletons and, with a fierce countenance, forcefully stabbed his monk's staff into the ground.

The entire staff plunged into the stone bricks, and a spider web of cracks spread outwards.

"Dragon Elephant Wisdom!" Bao Jing's long white eyebrows moved silently, and behind him appeared phantasmal images of a dragon and an elephant. His body suddenly swelled as if inflated, muscles bulging incredibly, and looked as though they might burst at any moment.

In an instant, Bao Jing punched the ground.

Buzz!

A wave of air surged upwards, half the height of a person, spreading rapidly in all directions.

Where the air wave passed, the skeletons shattered, some even reduced to bone powder.

Within ten paces, there wasn't a single moving skeleton left.

The Forest Demon, seeing the oncoming air wave, waved his fan defensively, but Bao Jing's Dragon Elephant Wisdom Skill was overwhelmingly powerful. His hasty block was futile as he was sent flying back, the feather fan flying in the air.

But before he could land, Bao Jing had already arrived beside him at incredible speed and struck his palm against the Forest Demon's chest, forcefully pressing him down to the ground.

Boom!

Bao Jing's arm was like an ancient beast. The Forest Demon couldn't react and was slammed into the stone bricks, blood spurting from his mouth.

"Such intense malice." Even without the aid of the Exorcism Toad and Spirit Fox's eyesight, Qin Yuesheng could see the black gas pouring from the crevices with his own eyes.

It rose like smoke to the skies.

It seemed as if something dreadful was lurking beneath the Treasure Bottle Temple.

"Your opponent is me! Stop looking around as if dying slower isn't enough for you." The Night Demon grinned hideously, the corners of his mouth split down to his ears.

"Heh..." Qin Yuesheng continuously dodged the stings from the scorpion tail. One had to admit that after transforming into a ghostly figure, this guy's speed was indeed significantly faster, making things a bit tricky.

However, if he thought he could completely suppress him just like this, then he was being quite naive.

Turning the Soul-Catching Demon into the Soul-Catching Arm, Qin Yuesheng reached out and removed the Evil-Subduing Saber from the sheath that was covering the Ethereal Demonic Blade. Although the material of the Evil-Subduing Sheath was extraordinary, even after becoming a sheath, it was a sharp weapon. Yet, compared to the true blade of the Ethereal Demonic Blade, it was slightly inferior.

The blood-red blade of the Ethereal Demonic Blade, like a ruby, reflected a captivating red glow under the moonlight. Since Qin Yuesheng's battle at Hulao Stronghold last time, this evil weapon once again revealed its true form to the world.

Seeing the true form of the Ethereal Demonic Blade after the sheath was removed, the Night Demon inexplicably felt a slight tremor in his heart. He didn't know why, but his instinct as a martial artist told him that this blade was extremely dangerous.

Swish!

Not giving him much time to think, Qin Yuesheng directly drew his blade.

A dazzling red light streaked across like a shooting star. The Night Demon instinctively extended his scorpion tail to block it, only to see a flash of the blade, and the entire scorpion tail fell to the ground instantly. The cut surface was smooth and even, comparable to a mirror cut.

"Hiss!" The Night Demon was greatly shocked, "What kind of weapon is this!"

Qin Yuesheng held the Ethereal Demonic Blade and threw it with great force. The immense strength turned the evil weapon into a shadowy remnant shot straight toward the Night Demon's head.

This guy's reaction speed was indeed remarkable, worthy of his status as an inner strength martial artist. Just as the Ethereal Demonic Blade was about to hit him, he made an extraordinarily big sideways movement to avoid it.

Just when it looked like the Ethereal Demonic Blade would pass by his neck, Qin Yuesheng made a one-handed pull, controlling the Ethereal Demonic Blade to slant sideways in mid-air.

Swish!

The Night Demon never expected Qin Yuesheng to have such a move, and without any defense, he was decapitated by the Ethereal Demonic Blade.

Such a wound would be fatal not just to ghostly beings like him but even to a pure Ghost Race member.

Lei Gang was entangled with the Fire Demon when he suddenly felt something tug at his legs. He nearly stumbled and fell. He quickly looked down and saw two bone claws tightly gripping his ankles, hindering his movement.

Lei Gang was furious and immediately used his inner strength to shatter the bone claws from who knows where. However, to his surprise, the bone claws were astonishingly hard, and even his powerful inner strength couldn't make them budge. Lei Gang became anxious.

Sure enough, the Fire Demon seized the opportunity to close in, attacking Lei Gang's chest with his hands positioned in a double palm strike.

With no other option, Lei Gang had to face the attack head-on, swinging his twin hammers to clash directly with the Fire Demon's palms.

Boom!

A whirlwind of blazing fire roared into life. Only by relying on his inner lightning strength did Lei Gang narrowly escape being devoured by the fiery whirlwind.

Even so, he was barely holding on. Before transforming into a ghostly figure, the Fire Demon's strength was almost equal to his, but now it was a one-sided situation. At most, Lei Gang could withstand a few more moves before inevitably losing.

Just then, a new bone hand suddenly grabbed Lei Gang's chest, tearing his clothes to shreds. In an instant, a piece of yellow cloth floated out from his bosom.

"Not good!" Unexpectedly, this happened, and Lei Gang's expression changed dramatically. He raised his leg, trying to retrieve the yellow cloth.

But it was already too late. A bone hand, moving faster than he could, grabbed the yellow cloth and instantly retracted into a crevice at Lei Gang's feet, disappearing without a trace.

A cold sweat broke out on Lei Gang's forehead: "This is the end."

Waiting in the wind, a bone hand emerged from a crack in the ground right in front of him, presenting the yellow cloth to his eyes.

The last fragment of the map was finally assembled!

"Hahaha, the Sword Tomb Secret!" The Wind Demon seized the fourth piece of the map, immediately piecing it together with the other three fragments.

Flawless, the four fragments became one!

A beam of white light shot skyward again, merging into the three-dimensional map in the sky.

The previously incomplete corner of the map slowly emerged, perfectly filling the last gap.

"The location of the Sword Tomb!" The Wind Demon widened his eyes, trying to locate the Sword Tomb's secret cache from the map in the sky.

However, even with the map completed, it only displayed mountains, rivers, forests, and hills, making it difficult to discern any particular place of note.

The only noticeable feature was an old, small city in the southeastern corner of the map.

Qin Yuesheng's Biluo Eye zoomed in crazily, quickly revealing the detailed exterior of the city. Above the city gate, a bronze plaque with the words 'Sword Forge' inscribed was clearly visible.

"Sword Forge..." Qin Yuesheng murmured to himself.

Within five breaths, the map began to dim, quickly disappearing into the night sky. The four map fragments in the Wind Demon's hands also reverted to their ordinary appearance, returning to normal.