Chapter 133 Chapter 133 (Catching Bugs) The smell of blood filled my nose and...
Gu Jingyun took the lead, Xue Lan was the rear guard, and Jiang Yan, as a moving target that the demons were eyeing covetously, was forcibly protected by the cultivators in the center of the crowd.
A group of people walked cautiously into the depths of the cave.
The cave is winding and the interior of the tunnel is deep and dark. You can't see your hand in front of you. You have to use torches, lighting tools and other objects to get a little light.
The deeper you go, the farther away the sounds of fighting at the cave entrance become.
Jiang Yan's five senses - especially hearing - are the best. As long as he listens carefully, he can detect the slightest movement even from a hundred meters away.
But since he entered the cave, it seemed as if an invisible force had suppressed his senses. It was like two hands covering his ears, and any movement was separated by a layer of barrier, hazy and unclear.
His eyesight also deteriorated significantly.
Jiang Yan is not only an elf, but also a cultivator in the tribulation period.
Jiang Yan could easily see the patterns on the rock cliffs without a torch. But now he had to be like everyone else, unable to see the road without light.
Jiang Yan felt a little uneasy.
The atmosphere of darkness here is too strong.
Jiang Yan braced himself, took 200% alert, and prepared for the next battle.
Everyone thought that the journey would be difficult. A horde of zombies might jump out after every two steps, or even skeleton soldiers and trolls might block their way back.
In the original plan, they should fight their way out and force their way into the enemy's lair.
However, the fact is that they encountered no obstacles.
——Except for the cave tunnel that was a little too dark and the rubble on the ground that could trip people up from time to time.
Gu Jingyun, who was walking in the front, suddenly raised his left arm. Everyone stopped tacitly, and some of them even turned off the light sources in their hands reflexively.
"There is light ahead." The man turned his head and whispered.
Everyone was cheered up.
Is it finally here?
This broken road has the same scenery all the time, and it makes me feel numb from walking on it.
The journey was too peaceful and too quiet.
Several monks began to yawn secretly!
Some monks were eager to try: "Young Master Gu, let's charge in!"
"No, wait..." Xue Lan suddenly said, "There is a strong smell of blood."
As Xue Lan spoke, she glanced at her cousin in confusion, as if wondering why Jiang Yan, a demon with keen senses, could smell it even though she was at the end of the team, without any reaction at all.
Jiang Yan crawled out of the protection circle and squatted behind a big rock with Gu Jingyun.
The place where they were located was a relatively high tunnel entrance, and the light came from below the exit.
Jiang Yan took advantage of the big rock to look down.
What comes into view is a huge altar with a five-pointed magic circle painted in red on the stone slab. There is a stone pillar at each corner, and the stone pillars are blood red all over.
The altar is surrounded by rolling "magma".
The smell of blood wafted into my nose.
The red magma was actually full of blood, but I didn't know if it was human blood or the blood of other animals. Judging from the behavior of the demons, it should be human blood.
There was a pitch-black stone pillar in the center of the magic circle. Several people in black robes were kneeling in front of the pillar. Only the leading man in black robe was standing there with the corner of his robe falling to the ground. From a distance, it looked like it was connected to the bloody formation on the floor.
"...inverted pentagram, black magic, human blood..."
Jiang Yan murmured, and suddenly recalled what Yu Hanyi had said: [The key to the formation lies with the Great Elder.]
The young man's expression changed drastically, and he reached out to draw his sword, while shouting, "That's sacrificial magic. They want to sacrifice someone alive and summon the Demon Lord! Stop him!!"
Everyone's expression changed instantly.
At the moment when Jiang Yan's words came out of his mouth, the black-robed man in the lead on the altar seemed to have heard the noise. He suddenly raised his head, and his sinister eyes fell accurately on the entrance of the cave.
"Oh... I thought it was someone else, turns out to be an uninvited guest." The man in black robe reached out and lifted his hood, revealing a pale face.
The man had high cheekbones and no flesh, his cheeks were almost sunken, and he looked sickly thin.
His pair of emerald green eyes were gloomy. He raised his head slightly and stared at Jiang Yan without blinking, his eyes greedy and sinister.
Like vultures on the grassland, constantly circling, watching their dying prey.
The Great Elder smiled slightly, his smile was calm and gentle, without any malice.
"Since you're here, why don't you come down and be my guest?"
A group of monks were originally planning to rush forward, but this man's words made them stop.
Everyone started thinking:
"You are laughing so weirdly and disgustingly, is there something wrong?"
"That sentence is not right."
"That formation-breaking method must have been tampered with, right?"
“For example, once a person steps on it, the formation will regard it as a voluntary blood sacrifice, just like the Blood Soul Formation!”
"Don't let yourself fail to break the formation and end up helping this bastard!"
They even started checking each other out:
"Does the smell here smell like drugs? Should we just hold our breath to prevent an ambush...
"Does anyone feel anything wrong with their body?"
"Is it tiring to walk all the way here?"
"? What, you're sleepy too? I thought it was just me not concentrating!"
Everyone was horrified, and some of them exerted their full strength to smash a corner of the rock.
When I took a closer look with a torch, I saw that there was actually something buried in the stone!
Chen Yi from Xuanyin Sect only took a glance and said with certainty: "It is a special kind of incense. This thing is colorless and odorless, and it is dark here, so it is very concealed. The effect of the incense is to make people's brains unclear."
A monk asked: "Brother, you seem to understand a lot."
Chen Yi replied, "Of course. We in the Xuanyin Sect love to use shady tactics to deal with people. Things like incense are standard equipment for everyone."
I just didn't expect the demons would bury them behind the cracks in the rocks.
Everyone's expression changed slightly, and their eyes revealed: I didn't expect you to be such a Xuanyin Sect.
Chen Yi's face was gloomy: He almost fell into the trap. If this got out, what would happen to the reputation of their Xuanyin Sect!
On the altar, the great elder who was deliberately ignored looked extremely bad.
Why don't these human monks follow the routine?
Shouldn't we all be jumping onto the altar like dumplings at this time?
While the others were shouting and yelling, trying to cause trouble and attract the attention of the Great Elder, Jiang Yan had quickly memorized the entire summoning formation in his mind.
He said nothing, but his brain was working rapidly, trying to find a way to break the summoning circle.
In Jiang Yan's eyes, a huge memory palace seemed to rise out of thin air in front of him, containing countless magic books.
One magic book after another flew out from the bookshelf and hovered in front of Jiang Yan. With the sound of "rustling" the pages turned, they automatically turned to the page Jiang Yan needed.
Time seemed to stop at this moment.
Jiang Yan's mental power was raised to the extreme. He was in the memory palace, immersed in the mystery of the magic circle. He didn't need to do anything. Whatever thought flashed through his mind, the words would appear on the blackboard hanging on the wall.
Thirty seconds later, the young man's fingers hanging by his side moved and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
He broke the extremely sophisticated black magic circle, but the price was a splitting headache and throbbing pain in his temples.
"The summoning array has reached its final section. There is a complex magical contract attached to it, which cannot be explained in a few words. I will just state the conclusion."
Jiang Yan transmitted his voice into the letter, making sure that all fellow Taoists could hear him, but the demons could not hear a single syllable.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Please destroy the five stone pillars on the altar. The center of the formation is the heart of the demon elder! But be careful not to let your skin touch the blood on the magic circle. You must separate it with spiritual power, otherwise it will be assumed that you are offering a voluntary sacrifice."
"We have to kill the Great Elder, but we can't let him die here. They only have a little energy left before they can sacrifice him!"
"Don't get close to these places. They are where the magic power of the array is the strongest and it is easy to get trapped. Be careful of the demons' tricks."
"You can hit these places to speed up the breaking of the stone pillars."
Jiang Yan quickly marked the strengths and weaknesses of the formation for them and drew out his magic wand.
"Leave the rest to me," he said.
It is useless to simply destroy the magic circle. The altar is filled with cursed blood. If nothing is done about it, whoever the blood touches will be "marked" by the devil and become a sacrificial lamb!
Gu Jingyun made a decision quickly and completed the division of work within seconds.
The Great Elder noticed it.
His chest heaved violently, and he seemed to be very angry.
Gu Jingyun didn't care whether he was angry or not. The most taboo thing in a fight is to talk too much.
"Get started!"
At the command, the scene suddenly became "colorful".
Everyone showed off their unique skills and used all kinds of tricks.
Those who can hang in the air hang in the air, and those who can't hang in the air are bombarded from a distance. Use spiritual power to wrap yourself, and even be careful not to stain your sleeves with the blood of demons.
The light presented by the spiritual power of different attribute skills has different colors. For a moment, the entire altar was shrouded in colorful light.
Every beam of light carries tremendous power.
The stone pillars on the altar were carefully protected and could not be easily broken by one person, but they could not withstand being surrounded and beaten by a group of people.
Despite the noise, the black-robed men kneeling on the ground did not react at all. A monk passed by and kicked them, only to find that they were already dead.
Only the great elder of the demon clan had distorted facial features, and screamed while driving the formation, wanting to "eat" all the human cultivators.
But they had already been reminded by Jiang Yan.
The strongest tentacle produced by the blood formation needs to turn many corners before it can get close to the human cultivators.
The tentacles that were close by were insufficient in energy and clearly at a disadvantage, and could be cut off from a distance with just a casual blow.
Gu Jingyun carefully avoided the blood that burst out when the tentacles broke, and with a sullen face, he went straight to the great elder.
The Great Elder took the initiative to step forward.
The Great Elder also had the cultivation level of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and Gu Jingyun had to be careful not to kill him on the altar, so for a moment they were in a stalemate and started fighting on the altar.
As for Jiang Yan, he didn't go down at all.
The altar is just short of a bit of power to summon the Demon Lord.
And he, as a favorite in the eyes of the demons at the moment, must not go down and give himself up.
As long as he is cautious enough, the demons will have no chance of using any dirty tricks on him.
Anyway, his mission is to purify the cursed blood.
You can do it at the entrance of the cave, there is no need to risk your life and run to the center of the altar.
Jiang Yan always remembered that his five senses were weakened and was still wary of it.
He raised his wand and whispered the words of the forbidden magic spell.
The powerful forces of nature and light gathered at the tip of his wand, and spots of light continued to float down and merge into the altar.
The roiling lava blood calmed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the number of bubbles that came out decreased a lot.
Flowers grew from the cracks in the rocks, green grass grew in the cracks of the altar slabs, and vines slowly climbed upwards from the base of the stone pillars.
The inconspicuous green grass actually suppressed the ferocious blood-colored tentacles, gaining a large space for movement and opportunities to cast spells for everyone.
Normally, someone should come and cheer loudly at this time.
As soon as someone opened his mouth, he was interrupted by his colleagues.
"What the hell!" the man lowered his voice and scolded, "Are you afraid that Jiang Xianjun is not eye-catching enough?"
"...Ugh!" The monk choked instantly.
That makes sense!
He changed the subject and continued what he hadn't finished saying before: "Damn demons! Wait and see how I deal with you!"
After he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and went off to smash the stone pillars, cursing all the way.
Of the five stone pillars, three have been removed.
Only the last two stone pillars were left, crumbling under the attacks of the monks.
Seeing this, Gu Jingyun called out, "Cousin, come and help capture him alive!"
This great elder relies on his cultivation in the Tribulation Period and is as hard to catch as a loach!
"..." Xue Lan didn't react at first. After a few seconds, she realized that she was calling him. She replied helplessly, "I'm coming!"
“Nature Spirit—” The elder said in a hoarse voice, speaking in magic language: “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have…”
The Great Elder's eyes were filled with resentment.
Even if others didn't mention it, he knew who had ruined his plan.
Eat him! The demon king will be resurrected! !
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