Then the alchemy furnace emitted a dull sound like the mooing of a cow, and steaming white air emerged from the top of the furnace. Then, the power of the dragon veins under the ground rushed in like a whale sucking water, continuously pouring into the alchemy furnace, burning like a raging fire.
After a stick of incense had passed, the lid on the alchemy furnace turned again, revealing the blazing inner furnace. Then beams of light gushed out, and long whistling sounds spread in all directions.
The purple fire lanterns in the distance were also attracted by the whistling sound of the light column. They rose from the ground one by one, gathered in the air, and revealed their shapes.
"What is that?" One of the main sect disciples opened his mouth to ask, but he knew the result immediately.
When this sharp and ferocious whistle sounded, stars appeared on the corpses of the dead demons in the wilderness, and their soul fragments seemed to be attracted and gradually floated into the air, forming streams of dark blue light and even long rivers.
Seeing that these soul-shattering galaxies were about to converge on that mountain, a disciple of the main sect's Zhaoye Palace shouted.
“Stop them!”
As soon as the words fell, a long sword arc swept across, clearing out all the ghost fragments in an area.
However, the demons that had died on this land were more than hundreds, perhaps even thousands. After the repeated battles over this period of time, the accumulated corpses were already countless. Even if the disciples of the main sect, Zhaoye Palace, noticed something was wrong, it was too late.
A large number of ghost fragments were sucked into the tall alchemy furnace like a river flowing back into the sky.
"Give me your life!" A true disciple of Sequence 6 of the Undead rushed down from the sky, the sword light shattered the galaxy, and rushed straight towards the group of rebellious fellow disciples who were causing chaos.
In a flash, as the sword light swept across, He Ling Zhenren below also opened his feather fan and swept it. A quiet wind surged up from the ground and rushed towards the attacking figure.
"It's you, He Ling?"
As the true disciple swung his sword, he felt a strange breeze blowing on the side of his face. Then, several wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and even his hair began to fade.
Compared with other fifth-level inner disciples, He Ling is now a true disciple of the Undead Sequence 6. After absorbing the secret techniques of the ancient Yama Palace, he is more powerful than his peers in the Zhaoye Palace.
Faced with this strange, eerie wind that eroded time and even lifespan, the purple-robed true disciple was also internally shocked. When had the insignificant He Ling, barely reaching the threshold, become so powerful, and possess such a profound understanding of the principles of decay and decline?
Although this strange wind may not seem to be able to directly kill the enemy, it is even more terrifying because it is incurable, difficult to guard against, and can lead people into the underworld. If such an opponent cannot be killed quickly, they will gradually age under its torment and eventually die of exhaustion.
In response to this, the sword-wielding disciple of Zhaoye Palace suddenly jumped up, showing his killing moves, and did not hold back. His body moved like lightning and stabbed towards the standing He Ling.
The Styx Formation in Songli!
The disciples following He Ling Zhenren spiraled upward, their forms hazy and indistinct, forming an illusory and isolated realm. Anyone entering this realm felt as if they were trapped in a hazy cloud, on the edge of a cold and gloomy river.
This is not the skill or technique of Zhaoye Palace, but the secret of Yanluo Palace, used to isolate and confuse the enemy, making them deeply trapped and unable to extricate themselves.
However, today there is not only this one true disciple coming, but all the elite members of Zhaoye Palace have come out.
The other two Sequence 6 true disciples immediately joined in, and the purple fire was like a dragon, burning the sky and the night, rushing and invading, directly burning more than a dozen rebellious disciples who were setting up the formation to death on the spot, and their souls were scattered.
Various wailing sounds were heard on the top of the mountain, and then the main disciples from the rear came and rushed down, fighting with the rebellious disciples below.
Both sides came from the same sect, both wearing purple robes. Flickering purple fire and sword light whirled around, scorching hot yet cold. From time to time, disciples were utterly shattered by the purple flames, or pierced through the heart and throat by the cold sword light, falling unwillingly.
Familiar faces emerged in the night firelight, and many of them fell in the blood with disbelief.
Perhaps before this, there had been some hope between the two sides, hoping that the other side wouldn't behave as they had anticipated, but reality was unpredictable. Amidst the splattering of blood, the former friendship between them vanished, their eyes bloodshot from the bloodshed.
If any elders who had once been in Zhaoye Palace saw this scene, they would probably burst into tears and sigh loudly, "Why has it come to this?"
These people once studied and socialized together, jointly researching the methods and practices of the new era, but now they have gone to opposite sides and can no longer turn back.
Seeing the main lineage disciples, with their numerical advantage, gradually suppressing the rebellious disciples, three true disciples of Sequence 6 of the Undead Soul surrounded He Ling, beating him left and right, and putting him in danger. At this moment, the black and white 'Demon Transformation and Soul Bewitching Furnace' transformed again. The lid on top clicked and twisted shut. Then, a dull whistling sound erupted from the small holes around the furnace, carrying with it a scorching white vapor.
In this boiling hot mist, huge, ferocious snake heads swam out from the bottom of the furnace. Some looked like human faces, some like dragon heads, some like poisonous insects, and some like demons.
After the eight mist snake heads emerged, they quickly solidified into solid entities, with delicate and reflective scales on them and bloodthirsty and cunning glint in their eyes.
They suddenly attacked, biting the attacking main disciples and swallowing them, or biting off most of them, leaving only half of their bodies in place.
If you want to escape by transforming into a ghost, these snake heads will like it even more. They will suck in the air with their mouths, and those disciples of Zhaoye Palace in ghost form will be swallowed directly into the snakes' mouths and turned into their food.
Each of its snake heads probably has the strength of a Sequence 7 Undead, powerful and ferocious.
While Sequence 6 true disciples from major sects could handle Sequence 7 monsters in the wild, these snake heads were far more special. A legacy left by Yama Palace, they were far more powerful than other Sequence 7 monsters, making them difficult to resist. Under their sudden attack, a Sequence 6 true disciple was pinned down by three snake heads and then torn apart.
A tragic flash of blood and a loud explosion erupted on the mountaintop.
A true disciple of the main lineage died, and the other inner disciples of the main lineage also suffered heavy casualties.
For a moment, the two sides separated and looked at each other from a distance. Now looking again, the ground was covered with corpses in purple clothes and bloodstains, and there were chaotic and sporadic flames everywhere.
The inner disciples of Zhaoye Palace on both sides stood in deathly silence, their faces flickering in the dim firelight, and thick and sticky blood slowly dripped from the long swords in their hands.
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