Myriad-realm Stat Point System

The combat ability of a God Formation Stage demon was definitely beyond the God Formation Stage's Human Martial Cultivator.    

In this world, ghosts and monsters had been invincible for a long time. As the master of Spirit Ghost Mansion, he had already known that ghosts were blessed by the heavens. Compared to ghosts, humans had too many flaws.    

Ghosts were born to kill countless ordinary humans, and only tens of thousands of humans would appear. A Human Martial Cultivator that could fight against ghosts, but this Human Martial Cultivator could very well turn into a demon or a ghost.    

This was also why the ghosts called the "Profound Element Domain" the "Xuanyuan Ghost Domain, and they were confident that it would be the ruler of the ghosts in the future.    

No matter how one looked at it, humans could only face a hopeless future, destined to become the food of demons and devils in the future.    

Therefore, West Mansion Master brought thousands of resentful children and ghosts with him and went straight for them. In front of him, regardless of whether the Human Martial Cultivator was in front of him or not, there was no difference. If there was an obstruction, they could just break it. No matter how strange the human Martial Cultivator of Fusion Stage was, it was still not a match for him.    

In West Mansion Master's opinion, this was the gap between their absolute strength. It was a gap that no tricks could make up for.    

However, when it brought the resentful ghost boy and rushed out a hundred zhang, it felt that something was wrong.    

Two hundred zhang, three hundred zhang, five hundred zhang...    

The Peach Blossom miasma had never reached its end, but West Mansion Master could clearly feel his own consumption. There was no Primordial Energy in the surroundings, all he used were his own Primordial Energy. Just a moment ago, he was in perfect condition, but now he really felt the loss of his Primordial Energy.    

With the loss of his Primordial Energy, his strength would inevitably decline a little.    

Was there so much red fog released by this Human Martial Cultivator?    

West Mansion Master felt as if he had just seen a patch of fog that was only a few hundred meters in radius, but why was it not the end yet?    

With doubts in his heart, West Mansion Master raised his head with a thought.    

A black light shot out from the depths of his throat, which was surrounded by sharp teeth, straight into the sky.    

This black beam of light was the convergence of his will. It contained a lot of brutal, brutal, and cold-blooded emotions! In terms of strength, it was similar to the Martial Dao Intent of the Human Martial Cultivator. However, a human's Martial Dao Intent couldn't touch this black light. Otherwise, the devil nature in his heart would be triggered.    

Even if he had strong willpower and forcefully suppressed his devil nature, the black light would still pollute the Martial Dao Intent, causing the Human Martial Cultivator to be unable to cultivate in peace.    

Those who weren't bloodthirsty would gradually become bloodthirsty, and eventually become ghosts.    

This dark light was like an arrow that pierced through the peach blossom miasma formed by the Peach Blossom Jade Zhang, helping West Mansion Master to see the full appearance of the peach blossom miasma in the sky.    

The peach blossom miasma was indeed a very large area. However, it wasn't to the extent that he couldn't even walk a few miles.    

The reason why West Mansion Master couldn't rush out of the Peach Blossom miasma was entirely because of the strange Human Martial Cultivator controlling the Peach Blossom miasma, preventing it from rushing out and preparing to consume its Primordial Energy and strength.    

"This kind of treacherous and cunning human also has the ability to absorb Primordial Energy and not be tempted by it." The killing intent in West Mansion Master's heart grew even stronger. Streams of black Qi spread around his body as he landed on the ground. "I must kill him today. Otherwise, the ghosts might not be able to control this world."    

With this thought in mind, West Mansion Master reverted back to his human form and said, "Forget it. Since you insist on going against the Spirit Ghost Mansion, you'll have to wait for my and the Spirit Ghost Mansion's revenge. I won't make things difficult for you anymore."    

Su Ze didn't respond. He hid in the miasma of peach blossoms. Sensing West Mansion Master's malicious intent and killing intent, he knew that West Mansion Master was trying to trick him into revealing himself.    

If he continued to stay in the miasma of peach blossoms, West Mansion Master's Primordial Energy would definitely have problems with his ability to succeed. Therefore, he wanted to trick Su Ze and end the battle as soon as possible.    

As for what it said, it was naturally a series of malicious words. There was no need to believe it at all.    

After a moment of silence, West Mansion Master saw that the Human Martial Cultivator still did not respond to him. He laughed lightly and said, "It seems that you don't believe that I will let you go. Forget it. Since you don't believe me, then I really won't let you go."    

"Can I tell you about my normal life?"    

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a resentful child ghost. His palm turned into ferocious sharp claws.    

"There are certain things about eating humans, such as this human child. When I eat him, he cries and cries. Mom, mom... As he cried, I felt more and more delicious... It was really because you were delicious, so I..."    

It mimicked the sound of a child calling his mother. It let out a cold laugh, and its words flew everywhere.    

Su Ze knew that it was intentionally angering him, but he still could not help but feel angry in his heart.    

These ghosts couldn't be described with human words, because they were the fiercest and cruelest ghosts. They weren't wild beasts, beasts, and even more so, they weren't the most shameless of humans.    

They were born because of the demonic nature of the Primordial Energy. They didn't have any good feelings or morals, only cold-blooded and cruel ghosts!    

"You have achieved your goal." Su Ze raised the Torrent Gold Stamen Needle and appeared from the peach blossom miasma. His face was full of blood and Qi. "West Mansion Master, I will kill you!"    

"What a ridiculous human!"    

West Mansion Master laughed proudly. Even if thousands of years had passed, ghosts would never have such a weakness! Humans would always feel the same way because of the tragic experiences of their own kind. Humans could not help but pity their own kind, which was weak and pitiful.    

As long as West Mansion Master described how he ate human boys and girls, they would not be able to hold it in anymore and would rush to their deaths like crazy.    

It was another big weakness of the human race. It was a weakness that the ghosts would never have!    

"Charge forward and tear him apart!"    

West Mansion Master gave a sharp and callous order. Thousands of resentful children and ghosts pounced in Su Ze's direction with hatred towards the living.    

Su Ze closed his eyes slightly and softly recited the words of the Wide Element Domain's Misery Sea Holy Land.    

"I hope that there will be no more suffering in this world. I hope that all of you can rest in peace and bliss from now on."    

Then, he pulled the trigger, and countless golden needles carrying True Essence rushed over like a waterfall.    

All the resentful children and ghosts were instantly penetrated and destroyed, turning into ordinary black mist.    

When West Mansion Master saw this scene, he instantly let out a shrill cry, and a black light the size of a shield emerged in front of him.    

Dudu Dudu! Dudu!    

A violent collision sound was heard. After two or three breaths, West Mansion Master let out a low and strange cry and returned to his original form. Even though he had tried to protect himself as much as possible, he was still a little late. He was one step slower and his protection was a little less.