Chapter 96: Soul-Swallowing Gourd

He glanced at the large formation filled with bloody beast shadows, and then flashed back to the center of the formation, sitting cross-legged, and quickly pinching the magic formula with both hands.

Roar! All the blood-red beasts roared at the same time, exploding into scarlet smoke, swirling and carrying the skeletons on the ground towards the center of the formation.

A moment later, a small mountain of skulls had formed under Bai Donglin, and the skulls were connected to form a strange altar. Bai Donglin looked solemn, and his hands changed their spells. Endless blood and evil spirits poured into the skull altar. After a series of transformations, they turned into strange red energy and poured directly into the golden skeleton in the center of the underground formation! The red inscriptions on the golden skeleton were emitting bursts of red light, as if living things were lingering around the golden skeleton and turning slightly. With the influx of red energy, a strange change occurred inside the skeleton.

Boom! The spiritual energy of heaven and earth formed a vortex and poured into the golden skeleton. Layers of dark clouds covered the Moon Crater, and purple thunder flashed violently.

Sizzle!

Purple lightning bolts struck the skeleton altar. Bai Donglin narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect that this kind of formation would actually arouse the wrath of heaven. It seemed that it was indeed an evil method that harmed the harmony of nature.

The power of the purple thunder was not strong, not as strong as the purple thunder formation in the Moon Palace Secret Realm. It seemed that God was just slightly angry. Bai Donglin did not dodge or evade. He opened his big mouth and swallowed all the purple thunder.

Hiccup! He opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of green smoke. The enhanced energy in his body was transported to the sea of ​​​​gods, and his soul was strengthened a little bit. Sensing the current state of his soul, Bai Donglin estimated that it would not be long before he could perform the secret method in the "True Scripture of Pregnant God and Forged Demon" again.

His mind turned back to the past, and seeing the thunder dissipating and the formation running smoothly, Bai Donglin pinched the magic formula again, and the "Yin Yang Five Elements Trap Formation" and the "Blood Soul Devouring Formation" began to reverse.

Pieces of material began to gather together and fly towards him. Sensing that there was still some essence in the materials, he nodded and put them into the bracelet, which could be recycled.

Although his wealth is no longer what it used to be, he still cannot lose the virtue of diligence and thrift. These two formations are useless to the next enemy he is going to face. If they are kept, they will only be destroyed. Recycling the materials is the best option.

After finishing all this, Bai Donglin closed his eyes and immersed himself in cultivation. Everything was ready, just waiting for the big fish to fall into the net.

…

In the ancient world of Hades, in the deepest part of the Wulan Mountains.

Hei Hu sat cross-legged on the edge of a cliff. Behind him stood a group of men in black robes with their heads bowed. The atmosphere was depressing.

"Is there any news about the sword cultivator?"

Hei Hu's voice was hoarse and low, and his tone was calm, but the man in black robe behind him bowed even lower, as if he could hear Hei Hu's suppressed anger.

"Master Black Tiger, I don't know how that person blocked the aura of the Soul Devouring Gourd. I can only roughly sense a range, and the people below are searching with all their might."

"Hmph! A bunch of trash! Thousands of people were surrounded and killed by a Yuan Shen realm cultivator. It would have been fine if you trash died, but you even lost the Soul Devouring Gourd!"

At this point, Black Tiger clenched his fists, black flames flashed from his eyes, and it was obvious that he could no longer suppress his inner anger.

That Soul-Swallowing Gourd contained souls collected from several surrounding states, a total of 100,000 true spirits. Fortunately, the Soul-Swallowing Gourd was sealed with a secret method and could not be destroyed. There was still hope of recovery. Otherwise, at the critical moment when the plan was about to start, even he would not know how to explain to his superiors.

Seeing Hei Hu getting angry, many black-robed people knelt on the ground. One of them couldn't help but explain in a low voice when he saw the depressing atmosphere: "The plan was going very smoothly, but we didn't expect that the sword cultivator would inherit the supreme sword cultivation from the ancient world's chaotic period, and hold a top-notch holy sword. With our cultivation level, we are really powerless to resist..."

Before the man in black robes could finish his words, Hei Hu turned around and gave him a cold look. He was instantly burned to ashes by the black flames that appeared out of nowhere. Hei Hu was about to curse when suddenly a strange wave entered his mind. His already gloomy face twitched slightly and he roared, "Get out of here! If you can't take back the Soul Swallowing Gourd within ten days, not only will you die, but the ten clans in the Black Underworld will also be buried with you!"

"promise!"

Many of the men in black robes didn't dare to raise their heads. After they answered, their figures turned into black light and disappeared in an instant.

"Waste! All of you waste! Roar!"

The black tiger roared angrily, and the cliff beneath it instantly collapsed into powder and dissipated. He waved his hand to tear apart the space, and his figure shot into it and disappeared.

The black tiger was extremely fast, tearing through space to move forward, but unfortunately the strength of this body was far inferior to that of his original body, and he could not last too long in the space layer. It took him nearly half an hour to cross several states and reach the outskirts of the Moon Crater.

Black Tiger stood on the edge of the Falling Moon Crater, looking at the crater covered with dark clouds, and snorted coldly. Whoever dared to block their plan would have to pay the price. He took a step forward and came to the center of the giant pit.

Bai Donglin on the skull altar opened his eyes and looked at the black tiger in the sky. The black tiger also stared at Bai Donglin and said in a hoarse voice: "You are the one who let the Qianyuan monk escape and killed all my subordinates?"

The black tiger exuded a terrifying aura. If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would probably be so shocked that he couldn't speak. However, Bai Donglin smiled and said as if he was bathed in spring breeze without realizing it:

"Your subordinates? Do you mean these guys under my butt?"

"Who are you?"

"Bai Donglin, the Holy Sect of Jidao."

"court death!"

Hei Hu felt that he had been fooled. With a roar, he raised his palm and slapped Bai Donglin. A giant palm burning with black flames appeared out of thin air, as fast as lightning. The space around Bai Donglin was slightly distorted, and his figure disappeared in an instant. The skeleton altar and the surrounding land were instantly burned to ashes by the giant palm of black flames, leaving a big pit in its place.

The two had the same idea. There was nothing more to say now. If they killed each other and captured their souls, they would naturally know everything.

The black-robed man was definitely at the Dharma Realm, very powerful and strong enough to kill him instantly. Bai Donglin also temporarily gave up the idea of ​​increasing his energy.

In that case, let’s fight! “Follow the laws of heaven and earth!”

This was the first time he used this magical power. As the original laws of the magical power melted within his spiritual orifice, he had already begun to master this magical power.

The law of force spread throughout his body, and his body in scarlet armor instantly rose to thirty-three feet tall, and a terrifying force filled his body.

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Bai Donglin took a step forward, and boom! The ground cracked and the air flow surged.

"Death sign!"

The omen of death in the sea of ​​blood let out a joyful cry, circled and flew out of the body, and according to the proportions of his body, it transformed into a twelve-meter-long black sword and landed in his palm.

"The ultimate sublimation!"

Except for the blood essence needed to maintain the supernatural powers, everything in the body, including flesh, bones, blood, spiritual orifices, and soul, was burning fiercely at the same time. Bai Donglin instantly turned into a golden human-shaped torch, with a huge golden dragon shadow circling behind him.

A terrifying aura rose into the sky, and a big hole was torn in the thick dark clouds. The scorching golden light of the sun poured down, enveloping Bai Donglin like a god.

With his firepower fully unleashed, Bai Donglin's strength soared horribly. He could no longer accurately estimate how strong he was now, but he only knew that his strength had far exceeded 10 million pounds.

Seeing Bai Donglin's momentum change in the blink of an eye, Hei Hu was slightly moved. He didn't expect that this person was actually a personal cultivator. What was his origin? Was he really a member of the Jidao Saint Sect? Before Hei Hu could think about it, Bai Donglin took a step forward and appeared in front of him in an instant. With a roar, he chopped down the huge black knife on his head!

Heihu's face condensed slightly. He admitted that Bai Donglin's strength was indeed extraordinary, but it was a dream to defeat him. His right hand instantly turned pitch black, and he raised his hand to grasp the black giant knife, trying to snatch Bai Donglin's weapon.

Bai Donglin's eyes, which were shining with white light, narrowed slightly. It was a deadly sign. It seemed that you were underestimated.

Swish! In a flash, the giant knife and the palm touched each other. Black Tiger's face changed drastically. It was too late to withdraw his palm. Four fingers and half of his palm were cut off in an instant.

The violent sword light burst out, and the sword intent filled with the aura of destruction instantly turned the fallen limbs into ashes, eliminating the possibility of Black Tiger reattaching his palm. It is not impossible for a monk in the Dharma Realm to grow back the severed limbs, it just takes some time.

A mere palm had little impact on Hei Hu, but it also made him lose face. Fortunately, none of his subordinates saw it, otherwise they would have killed him to silence him.

Black Tiger's right hand flashed with black light, and a dark energy condensed and temporarily turned into fingers on his palm. He clenched his right hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Good knife!"

Bai Donglin smiled when he heard that, and flicked the black blade with his left hand, making a pleasant sound.

"The omen of death is naturally a good knife!"

(End of this chapter)