Chapter 1008
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Chapter 1008: Demonic Magic Form
What is that thing…
In the quadrangle courtyard, Zhang Zhengting and others couldn’t help but speak up when they saw the giant demon ape in the distance, shrouded in demonic aura.
They had become Night Watchers at different times, but even Yuan Gang, who had the most seniority among those present, was seeing this kind of peculiar “Mystery” for the first time.
This peculiarity wasn’t due to its appearance, after all, having been Night Watchers for so many years, what strange-looking “Mysteries” hadn’t they seen? What they truly couldn’t understand was the aura emanating from that “Mystery.”
This aura gave them a very dangerous feeling.
In the distant city, the demon ape transformed into a terrifying mass of demonic energy, seemingly without physical form, moving swiftly between the high-rise buildings.
Lin Qiye, while controlling the demonic energy that he had transformed into, carefully sensed the changes after becoming the incarnated phantom.
This phantom, evolved from his own soul, could freely switch between physical and soul forms. The currently fluctuating demonic energy was an application of the soul form.
Lin Qiye vaguely remembered that in Great Xia mythology, there was a special technique called “Matching Heaven and Earth,” and in stories familiar to the public, the most representative figures who possessed this ability were the Great Sage Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, the Erlang God.
If using their positions as a dividing line, then Sun Wukong’s phantom would belong to the demonic phantom category, while Erlang God’s phantom would be a divine phantom.
The [Matching Heaven Phantom] he drew from Sun Wukong should be the demonic lineage’s “Matching Heaven and Earth.” When Lin Qiye performed his soul projection and absorbed spiritual energy, he had already sensed that he could control the form of his demonic phantom.
In other words, [Matching Heaven Phantom] was essentially an ability to condense a unique demonic phantom belonging to oneself.
Lin Qiye initially wanted to make this [Matching Heaven Phantom] take a form similar to his own, but on second thought, what he needed now was a body that closely resembled a “Mystery.” If his incarnated phantom was human, it seemed to lack some intimidation factor, which would hinder what he planned to do next.
Therefore, this time Lin Qiye’s condensed demonic phantom directly defaulted to Sun Wukong’s original phantom appearance.
Facts proved that the demon ape’s appearance, combined with the rolling demonic energy, had quite impressive intimidation power.
Seeing a “Klein” level fierce demon ape descending from the sky, the Pen Spirit, who was confronting Lin Qiye’s physical body, immediately chose to pierce through the void and quickly retreat to the distance.
Although they were all “Mysteries,” this didn’t mean they could coexist harmoniously. In fact, most “Mysteries” were hostile to each other, and the best mode of getting along was simply not interfering with each other.
Just like various beasts surviving in the jungle, although they were all “animals,” they would still fight and compete for territory.
The Pen Spirit was not particularly brave to begin with, and now seeing such a fierce and terrifying “Mystery” descend, coupled with the intimidation of the Ama-no-Murakumo sword, it chose to retreat immediately.
But Lin Qiye, in his demon form, couldn’t possibly let it leave just like that.
He also needed to establish his authority.
The pencil transformed into a beam of light, quickly disappearing into the forest, but before it could fly far, the rolling demonic energy surged like waves around it, completely blocking all its escape routes.
The demonic energy raged wildly, and amid the fierce winds, a demon ape’s giant shadow slowly condensed.
Those golden eyes stared fixedly at the Pen Spirit, an invisible pressure weighing down on its head, making the voice lingering around the pencil shaft grow weak.
Seemingly feeling this wasn’t enough to highlight his “ferocious” nature, Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, suddenly recalling Cao Yuan’s Black King transformation behavior, and unconsciously opened the demon ape’s mouth in a fierce grin:
“Hehehehehe…”
The Pen Spirit was greatly startled.
Around it, that faint murmuring sound tremblingly rose again:
“Pen Spirit… Pen Spirit… you-you-you are my past life, I am your pre-pre-pre-present… life… if you hear my prayer, please… appear.”
As the words fell, in the space wrapped by demonic energy, a cold evil wind suddenly arose, and a woman wearing a blood-stained white dress mysteriously appeared beside the pencil.
Her right hand tightly gripped the pencil shaft, her black hair obscuring her entire face, making it impossible to see her features.
An eerie and mysterious aura swept out.
She gripped the pencil shaft, and after the gaze under her messy black hair observed the towering demon ape for a moment, she flew out like lightning. That vermillion pencil shaft, like a lethal short blade, stabbed toward the demon ape’s throat at an alarming speed.
Seeing this, demon ape Lin Qiye’s golden eyes narrowed slightly, slowly raising his mountain-like arm, carrying terrible demonic energy, and smashed down heavily!
The pencil shaft and the demon ape’s fist collided without any fancy moves!
Boom–!!
In this pure clash of power, the Pen Spirit only held on for a moment before being smashed to the ground by the demon ape’s fist.
Although this demonic phantom condensed by Lin Qiye was far from the Great Sage’s true phantom, at the same level, his power was not something a mortal “Mystery” like the Pen Spirit could withstand.
Even without other abilities, just the phantom’s terrible power and fierce physical body were enough to deserve the title of “demon.”
In the crater in the ground, the blood-stained white dress staggered to stand up, and just as it was about to make a move, the towering demon ape stood before her, the demonic energy violently churning as four more arms grew from its body!
“Hehehehehe…”
The demon ape grinned down at the Pen Spirit in the crater, suddenly raising all six thick arms and smashing down like a storm.
Under this unreasonable physical bombardment, the earth shook, and the ground throughout the entire block quickly cracked open. The Pen Spirit’s figure was almost embedded into the ground.
Cracks began to spread across the pencil shaft.
Boom–!
With the final punch falling, the earth rumbled with a shock.
With a crisp explosive sound, the vermillion pencil shaft broke apart from the middle, and the figure in the blood-stained white dress also shattered piece by piece, dissipating into the air.
The demon ape’s body stopped attacking, the four extra grown arms dissolved into demonic energy and disappeared. It bent down slightly, picked up the broken pencil from the ground crack like picking up a toy, straightened its back, and stood tall under the rolling snow clouds.
The hot breath from its nostrils melted large patches of falling snow. That fierce head turned slightly, looking toward the battlefield where Chen Han was fighting with three “Mysteries.”
It gripped the Pen Spirit’s corpse and walked step by step through the flying snow.
