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Chapter 14 Bewitched.

"This...is...the...gift...thing...that I...prepared...for...you...well...enjoy...enjoy..."

The hoarse voice of the vicissitudes of life slowly echoed in this strange space. The five Nascent Soul cultivators all looked around vigilantly.

Surrounded by a world of blood.

A long river of blood flows from one end of the space to the other.

On both sides of the Blood River, there are countless flowers growing on the other side of the river.There is obviously no wind around, but the flowers on the other side are swaying without wind.

Suddenly, the white-haired old man's eyes narrowed, and he slowly spit out four words: "Nine Nether Hells..."

After the words fell, the expressions of the other four people changed drastically. Even the face of the beautiful young female monk turned pale.

With a trembling voice, she said, "Who was just now... the Nine Ancient Demons?"

The old woman's face twitched, and her face was full of disbelief: "How is it possible? Hasn't that old devil been dead for thousands of years? Why did he appear in our Yuntian Sect?"

The burly middle-aged man's face became terrified: "No, no, no... In that battle, although the Nine Demons and the Eight Demons were all wiped out on the spot, their deaths were exchanged for the escape of the Ninth Demon's Nascent Soul..."

"Seize the house!" The old man in sackcloth lost his voice, his face was full of fear.

The performance of these four people seemed to be how terrifying the Nine Demons were.

The white-haired old man said in a deep voice: "This is indeed the Nine Serenity Hell. Blood river, blood miasma, Bianhua...even the human flesh nourishment under the Bianhua exists. But the Ninth Demon's real cultivation level is equivalent to that of our monks. of... Transformation Realm!"

For human monks, there are six mortal realms, which are Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Transformation God, and... Transformation Realm.

Every time a monk advances to a level, his strength will increase by leaps and bounds. It is said that the powerful monks in the world can shake mountains and seas with their own power by virtue of their comprehension of the spirit barrier!
"The transformation realm..." The strong middle-aged man's eyes lit up: "No! The strength and coercion of the magic cultivator just now are far from the transformation realm. It is the cultivation base of Nascent Soul Dzogchen."

"His strength has been weakened!" the old man in sackcloth said in surprise.

The white-haired old man also relaxed a lot, and he said: "Yes, he must have been seriously injured in the battle that year, and only Nascent Soul escaped, even if he took away other monks, but at present, his strength Not as good as before!"

Speaking of this, the white-haired old man's eyes brightened: "If we can kill him and hand it over to the nine sects that killed the nine demons back then, with the rewards offered by the nine sects, maybe our Yuntian sect will be able to kill him in Lanzhou." You don’t have to be afraid of other sects anymore, and you may even become one of the five Zhongzong sects under the nine major sects in the future!”

"What the Great Elder said makes sense!" The burly middle-aged man stroked his bald head and said with a smile, the previous frightened expression disappeared without a trace.

The old man in sackcloth frowned, and he said, "Although this Nine Nether Hell Barrier is no longer as prestigious as it used to be, I'm afraid it's not something we can easily break. With great effort."

The white-haired old man waved his hand, shook his head and said, "Don't be so troublesome. According to my previous observations, this person's cultivation base is roughly equivalent to the late Nascent Soul stage of our monks, and our cultivation bases are all in the middle Nascent Soul stage. The boundary is strong, but it is not impossible to break if we try our best."

Hearing this, the old man in sackcloth frowned again, and he questioned: "Breaking the barrier will inevitably consume a lot of our spiritual power. After we go out, how will we face the weak Nine Demons?"

As soon as the words fell, the rest of the people except the white-haired old man frowned. Obviously, the question raised by the old man in sackcloth was a big problem.

The white-haired old man shook his head with a smile, and then said slowly: "Sacrifice with blood."

The old man in sackcloth was startled: "Blood sacrifice? Great Elder! Could it be that you want us to join forces in blood sacrifice? But the Great Elder must think clearly, how much harm will blood sacrifice do to Nascent Soul cultivators like us!"

The white-haired old man looked serious, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Of course I know the harm of the blood sacrifice. But our Yuntian Sect, with its status in Lanzhou, has killed several people since the last elder went mad 500 years ago. After Senior Nascent Soul, our strength has plummeted. From the head of the five major sects, it has gradually declined, and now, even the Huan Yunzong, which was the last of the five major sects before, can bully us!"

"In a few hundred years, our Yuntian Sect will probably be removed from the five major sects in Lanzhou!"

"So this time, we must get the one outside! Otherwise, what is waiting for us is likely to be cannibalized to death by the other four sects!"

The white-haired old man's voice became more and more dignified, and at the end, there was a hint of anger on his face.

The old man in sackcloth looked at the three people around him, and the other three had serious expressions on their faces. Obviously, what the white-haired old man said touched them a lot.

"No! I still disagree!" The old man in sackcloth shook his head.

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Su Jing stretched out his right hand, looked at the flower print in his palm, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, he put his eyes on his feet, and his smile became even weirder.

As soon as the footsteps were stepped, the whole mountain seemed to tremble, and Su Jing's figure suddenly disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was above the peak where Wang Sen lived.

He looked down at his feet.

Around the mountain peak, many disciples flew over one after another. Obviously, the huge movement before was noticed by many Yuntianzong disciples.

The disciples on Yanfeng are basically mortals, so their feelings about the previous outburst of aura were not so obvious.

Looking at those disciples, Su Jing's smile became more and more strange.He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. The red light on his forehead flickered a few times, making Su Jing's face very strange.

"Heh...heh...there is...meat...eat..."

His figure flickered and disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, it was behind a disciple who was rushing to Yanfeng.

Su Jing appeared quietly, the disciple didn't seem to be aware of Su Jing's existence.

Tongue licked his lips, Su Jing stretched out his right hand, the gleaming red palm turned into a grasping motion, and suddenly grabbed that disciple!
Pfft!

Blood and flesh flew out, and the disciple came to consciousness. He only had time to turn his head and glance at Su Jing behind him, before his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

Su Jing grabbed the disciple's right hand and squeezed it violently. The disciple's body exploded and turned into a cloud of blood.

Su Jing sniffed, and all the blood mist poured into his nose.

"Heh... good... eat..."

(End of this chapter)