txolops Chapter 185 Nine Netherworlds Trapped Immortals, Blood Demon Enters the Game
Chapter 185 Nine Netherworlds Trapped Immortals, Blood Demon Enters the Game
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Inside the underground ancestral hall.
The sword light shattered the eerie green flames, and the light of the magical artifact flickered continuously in the dim cave. Limbs and severed arms, accompanied by shrill screams, fell from mid-air like rain.
The Golden Core sword cultivators of the Guixu Sect formed a sword formation, their blue ink-wash robes stained with the blood of their fellow disciples and enemies.
They stood back to back, desperately resisting the purplish-black demonic energy surging in from all directions.
The cultivators of the Cangxuan Sect were cornered. The talismans they held in their hands were almost gone, and their protective aura was tattered under the relentless attacks of the demonic cultivators' poison and ghostly claws.
The air was thick with the stench of entrails and the putrid smell of rotting flesh.
Whenever a Golden Core disciple collapses from exhaustion, the surrounding demonic cultivators swarm him like vicious dogs pouncing on their prey, disemboweling him.
The warm blood from the corpse's heart was drawn by the incantation and injected into the huge, churning blood pool in the center of the cave.
The void rift in the center of the blood pool expanded rapidly after absorbing the essence blood of these high-level cultivators.
The previously turbulent spatial currents gradually subsided, and wisps of ancient aura belonging to the Central Plains region began to seep in through the cracks.
Several small nicks appeared on Song Que's broadsword.
His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a maddened lone wolf.
Blue sword energy swirled around him, yet he could not sever the endless stream of vengeful spirits that rushed towards him.
Lin Xuanji stood beside Song Que, the whisk in his hand already broken in half.
A golden Tai Chi diagram floated above his head, protecting the remaining thirty-odd disciples behind him.
The two mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were panting heavily, their spiritual power reduced to less than one-tenth under the suppression of the Nine Netherworld Immortal Trapping Array.
In mid-air, the Guardian of the Darkness sat on a white bone chair, looking down at this desperate struggle of trapped beasts.
Tens of thousands of mortal souls floated around the bone chair, emitting piercing wails and transforming into tangible shackles that continuously drained the protective spiritual light of the two Nascent Soul cultivators.
The Netherworld Protector raised his withered right hand, and a ball of eerie green corpse fire condensed at his fingertips. With a flick of his finger, the corpse fire transformed into a Netherworld Bone Wolf several meters in size, roaring as it charged toward the Tai Chi diagram above Lin Xuanji's head.
A loud bang.
The Tai Chi symbol trembled violently, and its golden light dimmed instantly.
Lin Xuanji groaned, dark purple blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and staggered back three steps.
The defenses of the Tai Chi diagram have developed a breach.
A dozen demonic claws, coated with deadly poison, seized the opportunity and pierced through the chests of three Cangxuan Sect disciples.
The screams abruptly stopped.
The three corpses were quickly drained of their life force, leaving them as shriveled sacks thrown on the ground.
Upon witnessing this scene, Song Que let out a grief-stricken roar.
He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the broadsword.
The longsword burst forth with a dazzling blue light, transforming into dozens of sharp sword energies that shredded the Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators who had launched a sneak attack into a bloody pulp.
Unfortunately, there were too many demonic cultivators around, and the suppression of the great formation was too strong. Even the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator seemed like a drop in the ocean.
At the edge of the cave, in a dark ditch filled with rubble and blood.
Hua Moyang was completely immersed in the cold blood.
Her breath almost stopped, her eyes fixed on the center of the battlefield.
Every explosion, every killing, leaves behind a pure aura of blood in the air.
Hua Moyang silently activated the Blood Shadow Escape's pulling technique.
The blood energy that others avoided transformed into hundreds of invisible threads, continuously seeping into her pores and flowing into her dantian.
This is an extremely dangerous move.
If the blood and qi she absorbs become too violent, her meridians in the Qi Refining stage will instantly burst.
But she didn't stop.
On the edge of life and death, in a frenzied killing field, the blood demon essence within her revealed a terrifying devouring power.
Countless impure qi and blood were forcibly refined into the purest demonic true power.
Her realm broke through silently.
Refinement reaches level ten, refinement is complete.
A muffled sound, audible only to herself, came from inside her body.
Her meridians suddenly expanded several times over, and a drop of dark red true essence liquid condensed in her dantian.
In this hellish arena where even Nascent Soul cultivators could perish, a seemingly weak girl, amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, stepped into the Foundation Establishment realm, a dream for countless cultivators.
Hua Moyang's gaze grew increasingly cold.
She suppressed the newly formed Foundation Establishment aura within her body, like a lifeless stone, continuing to lie in the mud, waiting for the opportunity her master had spoken of.
……
Outside the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty, the torrential rain continued as before.
A blood-red light barrier, hundreds of feet high, completely isolated the entire palace from the outside world.
The surface of the light shield was covered with countless ancient magical runes, radiating an absolute barrier that isolated divine sense and spiritual power.
A dark red figure appeared and disappeared in the rain, stopping in front of the blood-red light barrier.
The Blood Swordsman calmly gazed at the Nine Netherworld Trapping Immortal Array, a formation said to be able to hold off even Nascent Soul cultivators for a moment, with his crimson eyes.
He stretched out his pale, slender right hand and pressed it against the surface of the light shield.
The purest blood demon essence within the Blood Swordsman's body encountered no resistance whatsoever the moment it came into contact with the array's light shield, just like a drop of water merging into the ocean.
After all, the foundation of the Nine Netherworld Trapping Immortal Formation is bloodlust and resentment.
The Blood Swordsman's techniques are the ancestor of all blood-fiend energy in the world.
The formation did not identify him as an intruder at all; on the contrary, it felt close to him and submitted to him because of the aura of that superior cultivation technique.
The surface of the light shield rippled like water, automatically cracking open a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.
The Blood Swordsman stepped inside, and the gap slowly closed.
No array alarms were triggered, and the Guardian of the Underground Shrine, sitting in the underground ancestral hall, was completely unaware of it.
Following the dry well, the Blood Swordsman transformed into a silent, blood-red shadow, silently plunging into the depths of the earth.
Inside the underground ancestral hall, the battle had reached its final moment.
Of the hundred elite disciples of the Guixu Sect and the Cangxuan Sect, fewer than ten remain.
They stood back to back, covered in blood, their eyes filled with despair and resentment.
Lin Xuanji's Taiji diagram was shattered, his hair was disheveled, and his original ethereal and otherworldly appearance was completely gone.
Song Que's left arm was torn apart by a demonic aura, the wound so deep that bone was visible, and blood stained half of his body.
The Guardian of the Netherworld stood up from the white bone chair.
He knew the time was right.
Once these two mid-Nascent Soul cultivators are killed and their Nascent Souls are thrown into the blood pool, the spatial passage can be completely stabilized.
The army of Zhongzhou is about to arrive.
The Dharma Protector of Darkness quickly formed hand seals in front of his chest.
The blood-red chains on the nine dragon-carved stone pillars shook violently, and the millions of vengeful souls in the blood pool let out a deafening roar, converging into a blood-red Asura phantom that was a hundred feet tall.
The phantom of Asura held a giant battle scythe made of white bones, and with a terrifying pressure that could sever life and death, it locked onto Song Que and Lin Xuanji below.
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Lin Xuanji sighed, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He turned his head and looked at Song Que, who was also covered in blood beside him.
Lin Xuanji's voice was hoarse: "Old friend, it seems we're not getting out of here today. Gu Changsheng's information was correct, but unfortunately we were too arrogant and ruined the future of both sects."
Song Que spat out a mouthful of blood, his one arm gripping the broken, broad-bladed longsword tightly: "Enough nonsense. We sword cultivators would rather break than bend. Even if I die, I'll knock out a few of his teeth."
A dazzling blue light shone from Song Que's dantian.
That was him burning his own primordial essence.
Lin Xuanji also closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy within his body began to reverse wildly.
The two mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators prepared to self-destruct, attempting to blast a path to survival for the remaining disciples behind them and destroy the interdimensional array at the same time.
The Netherworld Protector saw through their intentions and let out a contemptuous sneer: "Being trapped within the Nine Netherworld Immortal-Trapping Array, you don't even have the right to self-destruct. You'd better obediently accept your deaths!"
The blood-red Asura, hundreds of feet tall, swung its bone battle scythe, cleaving through the void and crashing down on the two men's heads.
The shadow of death loomed over the entire ancestral hall.
At this critical moment.
The enormous pool of blood, which contained the essence of millions of mortals' flesh and blood, suddenly began to boil without warning.
It wasn't the boiling of the formation's operation, but rather an out-of-control riot.
In the center of the blood pool, a massive vortex suddenly formed. The terrifying suction force generated by the vortex even tore off several blood-red chains connecting the void rift.
The bone scythe, about to fall, was pulled off course by the suction force and slammed into the open ground beside it, splitting a huge crack a hundred feet long in the ground.
The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.
The expression on the face of the Guardian of Darkness changed drastically.
He sensed that his control over the Blood Pool Formation was being forcibly stripped away by another domineering force.
The vortex in the blood pool grew larger and larger, and the scarlet blood flowed upwards, gathering in mid-air to form a huge, eerie blood lotus.
The blood lotus slowly bloomed.
A figure dressed in a dark red, wide robe strolled out from the lotus heart.
His face was pale and handsome, with a blood-red vertical line between his eyebrows.
Her long hair was draped like red silk, and her scarlet eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.
A dark red longsword without a guard circled around him, emitting a soul-stirring sword cry.
The moment he appeared, all the demonic energy within the entire underground ancestral hall trembled violently, as if it had seen a king.
Hiding in the ditch, Hua Moyang looked at the god-like and demonic figure in mid-air, her heart suddenly racing, and an uncontrollable fervor surged in her eyes: "Master, you have descended."
Song Que and Lin Xuanji, who were preparing to self-destruct, stopped their reversal technique due to their shock and stared dumbfounded at the red-robed man in mid-air.
They could sense the pure, almost supernatural, demonic aura emanating from the other.
It was a sense of oppression several times more terrifying than that of the Guardian of the Underworld.
Another peerless demon lord.
When did Dongzhou produce a monster of this level?
This outfit makes him look like the Blood Swordsman who died long ago at the Eastern Continent Grand Tournament...
The Dark Guardian's eyes darted around as he looked at the Blood Swordsman, the ghostly green flames in his eyes flickering wildly: "Who are you? How dare you ruin my Central Plains Holy Sect's plans? Are you tired of living?"
Although Protector Mingku was shocked that the other party could sneak into the formation silently, he was confident in the support of the great formation and his own mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, so he did not take this sudden appearance seriously.
The Blood Swordsman hovered above the blood pool, looking down at Protector Mingku, his voice hoarse and grating: "This blood pool is not bad, I'll take it. As for you..."
The Blood Swordsman's gaze swept over the hundreds of demonic cultivators around him, his tone as cold as a knife: "They are all my nourishment."
"Arrogant."
The Guardian of the Underworld flew into a rage: "You're courting death!"
He clasped his hands together, controlling the hundred-foot-tall crimson Asura, and once again raised the white bone battle scythe, slashing it down at the Blood Swordsman's waist.
The Blood Swordsman didn't even glance at the Asura phantom; he simply raised his right hand and pressed his palm down.
"Boom!"
A raging dragon formed from pure demonic blood burst forth from the blood pool.
The blood dragon opened its blood-red maw and swallowed the hundred-foot-tall Asura phantom whole.
The Asura phantom had no chance to struggle before vanishing into nothingness within the Blood Dragon's belly, reverting back to pure blood energy, which the Blood Dragon then carried back into the Blood Swordsman's body.
The Dark Guardian's face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The Asura phantom was connected to his mind, and its instantaneous annihilation caused him severe backlash: "This is impossible. You clearly only have the cultivation of the early Nascent Soul stage, how could you possibly break my Asura Slash?"
Fear finally appeared in the eyes of the Guardian of Darkness.
The Blood Swordsman did not answer, nor did he bother to answer.
The Blood Sword without Grid in his hand shone brightly.
"All blood returns to the origin."
The Blood Swordsman's cold voice echoed within the cave.
The entire underground ancestral hall seemed to have become a giant furnace.
The hundreds of demonic cultivators from the surrounding area suddenly let out a shrill scream.
They were horrified to discover that the blood and demonic energy within their bodies were bursting out of their bodies completely out of control.
Clouds of blood mist burst from their bodies, transforming into hundreds of red streams that converged upon the Blood Swordsman.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of demonic cultivators at the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment stages were drained dry, turning into dried corpses scattered all over the ground.
Song Que and Lin Xuanji felt their scalps tingle and their bodies turn ice cold.
This terrifying method of instantly draining the life force of hundreds of cultivators of the same level is simply unheard of.
Knowing he had met his match, the Guardian of the Underworld lost his previous arrogance.
He turned and transformed into a wisp of black smoke, attempting to escape towards the partially opened void rift.
"I want to leave."
A hint of mockery flashed in the Blood Swordsman's eyes.
With a flash, he traversed hundreds of feet of space and appeared in front of the void rift, blocking the path of Protector Mingku.
The Blood Sword, with its piercing shriek tearing through space, slashed down.
The Guardian of the Underworld was terrified and raised the white bone chair to defend himself.
"Click."
The skeleton chair was cleaved in two by a single sword strike.
The crimson sword energy continued its relentless advance, severing the legs of the Netherworld Protector.
A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the cave.
The Blood Swordsman reached out and grabbed the crown of the Netherworld Protector.
The pure blood demon essence pierced into the opponent's sea of consciousness like a steel needle, forcibly stripping him of his nascent soul essence.
Beneath the Great Yan Imperial City, a deadly trap originally intended for the righteous path of Dongzhou was reversed into a one-sided massacre between the demonic and evil factions the moment the Blood Swordsman arrived.
Meanwhile, in the distant Flowing Cloud Sect...
Gu Yan leaned back on the soft couch in the bamboo building, feeling the massive blood and pure spiritual energy continuously flowing back from his clone, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.
The golden core of the divine demon within the dantian emitted a joyful buzzing sound, and its surface was already covered with fine cracks.
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