Chapter 55: Are you happy to earn money with blood? (33) “Classmate…
Once Si Ling recognized the "Zhu Sheng Yan", the situation became clearer:
Simply put, the reason why Dawa's blood flowed so slowly was probably because Jianzan cast a spell after cutting her throat, with the purpose of prolonging her life.
In this way, she would remain trapped in the agony of suffocation and blood loss, unable to live nor truly die.
During this process, she will continuously generate resentment. Gongbu can use this resentment to provide blessings for the spell, greatly increasing the effectiveness of the spell.
In other words, Dawa has now become a "battery".
Besides her, the resentment accumulated by Elizabeth and Fredis from their previous kills must have also been gathered here by Gongbu. This old bastard made the most of everything, without wasting a single thing.
Si Ling was a little panicked. She had no idea what kind of spell Gongbu was going to use Dawa to bless. Furthermore, she had never personally experienced the Building Life Nightmare, and she had no idea to what extent this blessing would enhance her magical powers.
...Why are people saying evil cultivators are terrifying? They're gifted but don't follow the right path, yet they manage to unleash even greater power. They're truly difficult to deal with.
She could only wait and see. Gyaltsen and Dondup both sat down beside Gongbu, forming a triangle with him, and began to sit cross-legged in meditation.
As the spell progressed, Si Ling clearly saw a black smoke drifting out of Dawa's body and pouring into the center point of the triangle.
Then, a low moan suddenly came from behind her.
"Fredis!" Si Ling turned around and saw Elizabeth panicking and holding Fredis who had suddenly fallen forward. Fredis was gasping for breath and looking around blankly. She felt that she had no strength in her body, but she didn't know what had happened.
Si Ling was just thinking about this when he saw Li Qi, who was guarding Bai Ma, suddenly spit out a mouthful of golden blood. Zhu Mengwei was startled: "What's wrong with you?!"
Si Ling now had an idea in his mind - it turned out that Gongbu wanted to use Dawa's blessing to refine their spells.
She originally thought that he was going to use some tricks to cripple their fighting power!
This judgment made Si Ling suddenly relax a lot. She pointed behind her and said, "The Heavenly Gang establishes the boundary, and the Earth Veins suppress the evil!"
A misty blue halo flew out from the fingertips and instantly turned into an arc or semicircle. It was smaller than the film-like barrier, but it was enough to protect Elizabeth, Bai Ma and the others.
Si Ling herself had no intention of going in. Although theoretically this barrier could provide protection for her, the more people the barrier had to protect, the greater the drain on her cultivation would be. In the end, it might be just as difficult as if she stayed outside and faced Gongbu's refining directly.
Although Gongbu had his eyes closed, he was aware of everything going on in the room. He laughed and said, "Little ghost girl, I advise you to go in. Although struggling is meaningless, it will at least make you feel that you have tried your best. What do you think?"
Si Ling ignored the teasing in his words, raised his eyes quietly and looked at the green film.
In any case, the normal barrier set up by human practitioners should not be strong enough to withstand her two spells. Even if this barrier was built by all of Gongbu's disciples with all their strength, it should not have such power.
Besides, even though the spells had been dispelled twice before, she still felt that she could break it.
Gongbu noticed her gaze and smiled again, "I can sense your strength, and I don't deny that you have the ability to break it. But please allow me to remind you: before you break it, the energy you cast each time will be absorbed by it. The moment it breaks, the backlash of magic power may not be enough to kill you, but your friends..."
He paused with "understanding".
"Backlash"?
Si Ling caught this word.
Ordinary barriers destroyed by external forces can also be very lethal, but it is not just a "backlash". People like Gongbu who are outside the barrier but too close to it will also be harmed.
This is a bit like the "explosion" that humans are familiar with.
Gongbu's description sounded closer to an "implosion", which only hurt the people in the barrier, and he had no fear at all outside.
Si Ling narrowed his eyes: "The barrier is one-sided."
She seemed to be asking Gongbu, but her tone was not questioning.
...There was probably only one answer: the barrier that Gongbu's disciples had cast in the night sky, now "concentrated" in this small basement. This naturally made the barrier more powerful, and the barrier was one-sided, meaning it only targeted internal breakthroughs, completely abandoning external defenses. This could at least triple the power within the barrier.
Si Ling had to admit that she was indeed trapped by the barrier. Although her 30,000 years as a ghost had made her indifferent to many things, she still couldn't bring herself to drag other ghosts into destruction for the sake of so-called missions or personal gain.
She frowned in a complicated manner: "Everyone around here is ours, how dare you?"
"They have to save their own lives first." Gongbu said indifferently, "Even if some of them survive, they still have to be able to find this place."
Si Ling was startled, and silently said in his heart again: "Seeing through the netherworld."
What she saw made her heart sink.
Ever since she discovered the barrier here, she hadn't tried to contact anyone else using the sound transmission talisman or the underworld disk, because shielding spells were the most basic property of all confinement barriers.
Generally speaking, this barrier cannot block spells like "Netherworld Vision". This means that when others find that they have not returned for a long time, high-level ghosts who know this spell can cast a spell to find them.
But now, when she chanted the spell and looked outside the barrier, Gongbu and the other two, who were so close to her, disappeared into the spell. So it was conceivable that if someone cast the spell outside the barrier, they would also not be able to see the people inside.
Si Ling had to admit that Gongbu was indeed a character, and his magic spells were used to the best effect.
She simply sat down cross-legged as well, facing each other through a thin film-like barrier, and lazily clicked her tongue: "Old bastard, how long will it take you to refine us?"
This impolite name made Gongbu frown. Si Ling also knew that this name was unpleasant, but she was afraid that if she asked properly, she would not get an answer.
As she expected, Gongbu's face darkened upon hearing this name, and he ignored her. However, Dunzhu, who was standing beside her, turned his head and glared at her fiercely, "You evil creature! The three of us, master and disciples, have been working tirelessly, and in just one day we can refine away two or three hundred years of your cultivation! When you are about to transform into a wisp of pure soul, we will see how arrogant you can be!"
"One day is like two or three hundred years..." Si Ling stretched his arms behind his back and smiled nonchalantly.
Humans would die in three to seven days without food or water, and if they continued to work without sleep, their death would inevitably be even faster. However, these three people had their cultivation bases protecting them, so that part could be disregarded. They could still live for ten days!
It takes two to three hundred years to refine it every day, and in ten days, the maximum time is two to three thousand years.
——In fact, it is completely reasonable for both Gongbu and Donzhu to be so confident about this, because if we push the time back two or three thousand years, the earliest can be traced back to the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the latest to the Western Han Dynasty.
Even in the long history of Chinese civilization, this was a very early period.
If nothing unexpected happens, there should not be many ghosts in the entire underworld that can exist for such a long time - because 99.99% of them will be reincarnated within a few hundred years, and among the very few remaining, a considerable number will die due to various accidents.
Unfortunately, Gongbu apparently met with an accident. From the perspective of karma, this can be regarded as retribution for his sinful life.
The few remaining lingering anxieties in Si Ling's heart were completely dispelled. She glanced at the people trapped within the barrier. As long as their states remained stable, Gongbu and the others' slow refining speed would give her plenty of time to find a way out.
For example, is she willing to take the risk and fight it out?
Although this barrier will "implode", she can use her own spirit body to withstand all the damage. The advantage of this is that Li Qi and the others will not be killed, and even Bai Ma, a mortal, can survive.
The downside is that her cultivation will be greatly reduced.
But she didn't have to bear this loss herself - she encountered the accident while on a mission for King Yama and Satan, and among the people being protected were two students of Lucifer. The loss of her cultivation could be considered an occupational injury no matter how you look at it.
Then she would ask these three for a few elixirs to make up for the lost cultivation. Would she be asking too much?
She doesn't overdo it.
Even Yama and Satan had to satisfy her at their own expense.
Si Ling's calculations were ringing loudly. Thousands of miles away in Fengdu, King Yama suddenly felt his nose itchy and sneezed three times.
In the black castle built in the flames of hell below Lingbo City, Satan, who was originally furious, suddenly felt a chill on his scalp. This strange feeling made his rage pause for a moment. The two trembling subordinates in front of him looked up at him in confusion, and the scene was a bit awkward.
In the Ghost Academy, Lucifer just walked into the office in a good mood, when an indescribable feeling stirred in his heart. He couldn't help but be stunned. He tried to carefully feel for that feeling, but he couldn't find it.
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A battle had just ended in the Gobi Desert a few miles away from Tumba Manor.
If this battle were treated as a competition and some spectators were invited, they would likely feel it was anticlimactic. This was because, at the beginning of the battle, while the monks had cast numerous magical arrays with much fanfare, they were only for self-protection. These arrays didn't directly attack the goblins. Due to the laws of the universe, even if the goblins attacked, they couldn't cause much damage. Both sides were clearly bluffing.
But when they set up a magic circle that they thought was perfect enough, sat inside the circle and began to chant the first wave of offensive spells, the situation changed instantly.
…If those deceased monks had the chance to recount this thrilling experience to the demons and ghosts in Hell, they would probably say: “The battle had just begun. We cast our first wave of spells, and watching those demons scream and flee, everyone felt very happy.”
"But suddenly, a black shadow descended from the sky, spreading its enormous wings and standing between the two sides. For a moment, everyone thought he would be destroyed by the dazzling spells, but he didn't care at all and just waited there with his wings spread out."
"Later we realized... he was deliberately accepting the damage. He needed to use this to break the laws of the universe, allowing him to directly harm us as a ghost."
If the narrator pauses strategically at this point, the goblins will probably eagerly ask, "And then?"
"Then..." The narrator could only sigh and shake his head. "I can't really describe the process, but in the blink of an eye, I saw my body lying on the ground. It took me several minutes to accept that I must be dead."
This is how the battle just now ended.
Xuan Chi was very satisfied with this quick victory, which made him vaguely recall the glory of fighting for the Emperor of Heaven.
If there was any flaw, it was that he was very sorry that Si Ling was not here, otherwise Si Ling would also enjoy this sour feeling.
After ensuring everyone was incapacitated, Xuan Chi returned to the desert. The older demons in the advanced class were more reserved, unwilling to echo his words, simply nodding in respect. The younger demons in the intermediate class cared less. Desperate to advance to the advanced class as quickly as possible, they joyfully rushed down the desert, delivering fatal blows to the remaining monks one by one.
Hyun Chi boarded the school bus. Mimir, who had witnessed the entire fight from the bus window, immediately said, "Classmate, could you fight more slowly next time?"
Xuan Chi paused: "What's wrong?"
“I want to watch it a little longer.” Mimir smiled.
"Hiss--" Xuan Chi took a breath, and the sudden pain in his left wing made him frown. He subconsciously reached out to touch the place where the pain came from. When he withdrew his hand and looked down, he found that his palm was stained with black blood.
"Si Ling?" He turned around in surprise, his eyes piercing through the hazy night to look at the only light in the Gobi wilderness.
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