The Devil's Tribulation

Chapter 489 Deadly Skills

In the center of the ancient battlefield of the Dry Bone Realm, the earth shook violently.

Pan Chengfeng fell on the edge of a deep pit. Without time to check whether the Demon Lord was dead or not, he directly took out the Heart Purification Mantra and hit himself.

As the Heart Purifying Mantra penetrated into his body, the black color in Pan Chengfeng's eyes slowly faded away, and his body, which had grown larger, gradually returned to normal.

Pan Chengfeng exhaled a breath and said, "Fortunately, I have the Qingxin Mantra, otherwise I don't know what would have become of me." This is the Qingxin Mantra talisman brought by Shangguan Heng. There were originally two of them, but one had been used before, and this one is the last one.

After his body recovered to normal, Pan Chengfeng quickly sensed the situation in the deep pit. His spiritual sense extended to several thousand meters, but he did not sense the Demon Lord's breath, nor did he see the Demon Lord's body.

Just when I was feeling strange, that annoying weird laughter came again: "Haha, haha, haha, hahahahahaha, Demon God have mercy! This is a generous gift from the Demon God to me! Demon God Fist!! Hahahaha, I actually have such an opportunity to learn the Demon God Fist!!!"

Pan Chengfeng felt cold all over. Those few blows he had just used were the strongest he had ever made in his life, but they still failed to kill this annoying demon king!

If this happens again, I don’t know if I can kill him, but I’m definitely done for! What should I do? Pan Chengfeng thought to himself: “I’m still too impulsive! What kind of hero am I! It’s over, I still have so many wives waiting for me!”

The Demon Lord slowly flew out of the deep pit. Half of his body was missing, but the most important part, his head, was still intact.

The Demon Lord's body was visibly recovering. He looked at Pan Chengfeng with a pair of red eyes, as if he was looking at a peerless beauty. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked excitedly, "Boy, what special skill did you use just now?"

When Pan Chengfeng saw the Demon Lord looking at him like this, his asshole tightened subconsciously and he shivered, "What do you want to do? Kill me if you want, but I won't satisfy your weird requests!!!"

The Demon Lord was puzzled, but the demons were very open about sex, so he understood after a little thought and said angrily: "I am not interested in human women, so how can I be interested in you?!"

Pan Chengfeng retorted: "Who knows what strange hobbies you have?! I'm warning you, if you look at me like that again, I'll poke your eyes out!!"

The demon king was embarrassed, thinking that there was something wrong with his eyes, so he quickly collected his thoughts and asked again: "Boy, what is the name of the boxing technique you just used? Tell me~"

Pan Chengfeng asked cautiously, "Demon Suppression Fist, what's wrong? Aren't you not interested in any human magic or skills other than that special skill?"

The Demon Lord said angrily, "Bullshit! That move is not a unique skill of your human race! Stop talking nonsense, or I will do it myself!"

Pan Chengfeng's eyes rolled, and he immediately mobilized his magic power, pretending to self-destruct. The Demon Lord was shocked and waved his hands hurriedly, saying, "Stop! I won't force you to do that. Don't self-destruct!"

The Demon Lord had a thousand horses galloping in his heart. How could he self-destruct without saying anything? He was almost scared to death. If he lost the Demon Fist that was about to be in his hands, he would not want to live.

Pan Chengfeng secretly said happily: "It seems that the Demon-Suppressing Fist is very important to him! Now he has a chance to survive!"

Pan Chengfeng sorted out his thoughts and asked, "Are you not interested in that unique skill now? Have you switched to boxing?"

The Demon Lord said disdainfully: "Your unique skill is incomplete. It can't even exert one tenth or one twelfth of the power of our Saint Clan's Blood Rage. It also has such serious side effects. I am not interested in knowing more."

During this short conversation, the Demon Lord's body had already recovered to its original state, and no injuries could be seen. Pan Chengfeng thought to himself, "It seems that if we want to kill him, we must not give him a chance to recover, but my current strength is not enough to do that."

Pan Chengfeng looked at the recovered Demon Lord and asked in confusion, "Incomplete? Only one tenth or one twelfth of it? Are you kidding me?"

The Demon Lord said disdainfully: "Take a look for yourself~" After that, the Demon Lord was suddenly surrounded by black gas, and his body size increased greatly, but his eyes did not seem to lose their rationality, instead, he said calmly: "How is it? Take a look for yourself."

Pan Chengfeng felt it and was shocked. He asked hurriedly, "How many times have you increased your strength and speed?"

The Demon Lord laughed and said, "My strength has increased tenfold, my speed has increased threefold, my defense has increased threefold, and my other abilities have also increased one to three times. How do they compare to your special skills?"

Pan Chengfeng swallowed his saliva, and the Demon Lord retracted his magical power and laughed, "Want to learn? Bring me the Demon Fist in exchange~"

Pan Chengfeng blinked his eyes and said coldly: "No!" Are you kidding? If I change, I will still be alive?

The Demon Lord was stunned and said hastily, "Don't you want to consider it? The one you learned should be a low-profile version of 'Blood Rage', which was evolved from some low-level saints captured by you humans. It is not only incomplete, but also has sequelae. My own is different, it is complete."

Pan Chengfeng sneered: "Since it is complete, are there any sequelae?"

The Demon Lord nodded and said, "Such a powerful magical power will naturally have side effects, but for us, the Saint Clan, it is not unacceptable."

Pan Chengfeng asked, "What are the side effects? If it's acceptable to me, I'll consider changing it."

The Demon Lord asked hastily, "Are you serious?" Pan Chengfeng nodded and said, "People who practice cultivation don't tell lies. Aren't you afraid of being haunted by demons?"

The Demon Lord sneered, "Of course I am afraid of the inner demon. In fact, there are no side effects of Blood Rage. If I have to say, after activating Blood Rage, I will use my life to exchange for power. My life is lost every minute and every second. But my life span is millions of years. I can afford to waste that life~"

Pan Chengfeng's eyes bulged as he asked, "Every minute and every second? How many lives will be consumed in that one second?"

The Demon Lord thought for a moment and said, "More than a hundred years~"

Damn, who in the human race can bear such consumption? Pan Chengfeng's golden elixir only has a lifespan of 500 years. At most, he can only use it five times before his lifespan is exhausted. Only a lunatic would learn that "blood rage".

The Demon Lord didn't know what Pan Chengfeng was worried about, so he naturally wouldn't teach the demon clan's magical powers to humans.

He had long seen the problem with Pan Chengfeng's unique skill, and thought to himself: "Even if I teach you, you don't have the blood of our Saint Clan, and you can't bring out the true power of 'Blood Fury'~"

This is their unique skill passed down from generation to generation. Almost every demon knows it, but the degree of mastery is different.

Pan Chengfeng frowned, thinking about the pros and cons, and finally decided not to learn that deadly skill.

Pan Chengfeng shook his head and said, "I won't learn that special skill. If you want to learn the Demon Suppression Fist, that's fine, but you have to agree to one condition of mine~"