Chapter 542 Black Threads Everywhere
One of the battlefields was filled with evil cultivators at the Spirit Transformation Realm, all besieging the same person.
The man was shrouded in a thick, black aura, making it impossible to see his face.
Only a pair of eyes occasionally peek out, but they are not clearly visible.
In his hand he held a hard bow—a dark green bow, also shrouded in black mist, its outline barely visible, with blood constantly flowing down from it.
Fresh blood dripped down the bow and onto the bowstring.
The bowstring trembled suddenly in the next instant!
Then more blood flowed down, only to be bounced off by the repeated vibrations of the bowstring.
The moment the blood was released from the bowstring, it transformed into countless black threads, each exuding a faint aura of malevolence. Some wove into enormous nets; others darted and burst forth haphazardly, sharp and unparalleled; still others intertwined in groups of three or five, sealing off a space and blocking all paths...
Countless black malevolent energies spread and flew along with the silk threads, as if a black mist had also been generated in the surrounding space.
Many evil cultivators, within this black aura, suddenly heard bloodcurdling screams in their minds, as if someone were howling there, like countless sharp thorns piercing their souls and constantly churning them.
The pain was intense, and the frustration was unbearable!
Such pain and agitation made these heretical practitioners' movements stiffen.
It was precisely their stiffness that caused them to run headlong into those countless black threads, leaving them no time to even try to escape!
Next, screams of agony erupted from the evil cultivators—
"Ahh!"
"Damn it!"
"This damn thing—"
But all the cries came to an abrupt halt.
Because he died before he could even finish shouting.
After these heretical cultivators died, their bodies turned into piles of fragments that fell to the ground and soon accumulated.
Blood that had fallen from the body parts was also flowing on the ground.
However, the threads did not disappear; instead, they fell to the ground as if they were real entities, leaving clear imprints.
Blood permeated the air, and as soon as it passed through the patterns, it was absorbed onto them, instantly making the patterns even brighter—the original patterns were only a thin layer, like a black mist—but now they were different. The more blood they absorbed, the clearer they became, as if they had been drawn with ink.
As more body parts were cut off and fell, they also landed on these patterns.
The next instant, the body parts melted like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, and continued to disappear into the patterns, adding more color to them.
However, the speed at which the patterns devoured the body parts was far slower than the speed at which the body parts fell.
Soon, a thin layer of bodily fluids covered the ground...
Only the place where those who are constantly besieged and shrouded in malevolent energy reside is clean.
There was neither corpse water nor patterns beneath his feet.
Strangely, the murderous aura emanating from him was gradually increasing.
The malevolent aura emanating from the bow remained constant.
The bowstring, barely visible, was being plucked by some unknown force, occasionally making a "thump-thump" sound.
After each "bang," countless black lines are shot out, stretching endlessly.
The eyes, shrouded in black malevolent energy, became increasingly blurry, giving off a chilling feeling at first glance... But for some reason, if you looked at them for a while, you would find that they were filled with malice, making you feel terrified!
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On the warships outside the arena, many cultivators were adjusting their breathing and recovering their profound energy.
Many cultivators were also watching the scene on the battlefield.
In particular, those battlefields that have been shattered and broken.
The original, intact battlefield encompassed numerous hills and vast plains. Countless evil cultivators fought against righteous cultivators on it, causing immense destruction and contaminating the land with countless overflowing abnormal energies.
The righteous path and the evil path are mixed together.
On the most shattered battlefield, nine blood dragons raged wildly below, while an enormous gold and silver millstone above continuously devoured and rapidly expelled all kinds of overflowing energy, leaving ruins in its wake.
Blood Dragon and Millstone are both external secret techniques, but for some reason their endurance is exceptionally strong. They don't weaken much even after one or two days and nights, and can kill any cultivator below the Nirvana Realm who passes by.
At some point, the Blood Dragon and the Millstone started teaming up—perhaps to carry out the slaughter more effectively.
Even more terrifying is that they not only travel in groups, but also roam around indiscriminately!
Whether the battlefield is shattered or intact, as long as there are still living evil cultivators there, they will wander in that direction until the place is empty and only fragments remain.
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Many of the cultivators watching the battle came from the Nine Sounds Sect, and many others came from the War God Temple.
They stared blankly at the blood dragon and the millstone, their gazes involuntarily shifting from the shattered battlefield to a perfectly intact piece of land.
That land was quite different; the ground was really solid.
It was as if the area was firmly bound by countless black threads, transforming it into a special domain.
Many heretical sects, like moths to a flame, rushed towards that direction to attack.
Then, it really was like being thrown into a fire; everything was "burned" away, and it seemed to have turned into resources for that area.
The blurry black figure in particular instilled a sense of fear in them.
Someone murmured, "No matter how many times I've heard it, it still feels so strange... Why would those evil people go there? It's so dangerous over there!"
Several people also found themselves unconsciously discussing it:
"Yeah, it's obviously suicide if we go there, why would we still go? Ugh! My hair is standing on end, I feel my scalp tingling!"
"That's Senior Brother Wu in that black mist! How did he suddenly become like this?!"
"It wasn't sudden... My Xuan Qi foundation isn't strong enough, so I often come here to replenish it. I've witnessed Senior Brother Wu's battles many times... He didn't change all at once, but rather he changes every day, getting better day by day..."
"Yes, I saw it too! It started to get blurry more than a month ago, and gradually I couldn't see anyone at all!"
"I have a feeling... something's off..."
Upon hearing this, many cultivators fell silent.
This isn't just a little bit strange, is it?
Judging from his appearance, if you didn't already know who he was, who would recognize him as someone who walks the straight path?
Those evil cultivators rushing in that direction are clearly not normal!
It's even more bizarre than the supernatural!
also……
This Wu Shaogan, this Wu Douwang, along with his two secret techniques, occupied at least 60% of the ground battlefield!
That's outrageous!
So many battlefield fragments, apart from those that were already broken, since he arrived, his combined secret technique has directly shattered half of the remaining battlefield!
Everyone knew that the top-ranked Dou Wang in the seventh level was incredibly powerful, but no one expected him to be this powerful!
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On the other side of the deck, the tall man who had overheard these discussions stroked his chin and began to speak quietly to the handsome young man beside him.
"Senior brother...you always say I have no manners when I fight, but look at my uncle now, the smoke coming out of him, if it could catch fire, it would be bigger than the flames coming out of me when I fight!"
"I'm much more of a good person than my uncle!"
Undoubtedly, this is Wu Dongxiao.
Xuan Bing remained silent.
Well, whether someone is enveloped in black flames or black malevolent energy, it's hard to say whether they look better as good people.
At most, the latter is just a bit more bizarre.
Wu Dongxiao stared at the scene, then couldn't help but exclaim, "Uncle is amazing! I'm still far behind. Especially his methods of seducing evil people, they're truly formidable!"
Xuan Bing: "..."
If you're brave enough, go tell Junior Brother Wu or Junior Brother Zhong about this flirting, or you'll definitely get a beating!
Wu Dongxiao continued stroking his chin: "The others don't have very good eyesight, but the mirror in my uncle's black smoke is even more sinister."
Xuan Bing sighed silently.
Stop getting hung up on the black smoke. That stuff is just black malevolent energy. He's already corrected him, but Dongxiao still keeps saying it so naturally.
If I manage to get it from my two junior brothers, they'll probably beat me even more!
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Wu Dongxiao was not mistaken; Wu Shaogan had indeed used a mirror.
It's that new mirror in the ancient city, created by the fusion of the Sky-Gazing Eye and the ancient city—the one that was the couple's mirror with Zhong Cai.
Since arriving on the top continent, the mirror's functions have been greatly limited. However, after the Zhong and Wu couple upgraded the ancient city several times and integrated other new resources, the mirror gained several new functions.
One of its functions is called "Life Tracking and Teleportation Power".
This ability allows one of the two city lords, who wields a mirror, to track living things and move in their direction.
As Wu Shaogan slaughtered more and more evil cultivators, not only did the array masters on the evil cultivator side stop assigning evil cultivators to his battlefields, but other evil cultivators also got to know Wu Shaogan and were unwilling to approach him, preferring to seek supplies from other righteous cultivators.
However, Wu Shaogan only wanted to kill.
So, for some reason, he suddenly had an epiphany, and after a flash of inspiration, he actually comprehended a new secret technique on the battlefield.
This secret technique can actually be used independently, but since it was developed using the mirror function, when the mirror is used to search for "nearby evil cultivators," the aura emitted by them resonates with Wu Shaogan's secret technique.
Then, the surrounding evil cultivators uncontrollably rushed towards Wu Shaogan.
Although there are limitations...
However, this limitation only applies to cultivators who are more than one major realm above Wu Shaogan; they can no longer be controlled.
And what does it matter?
Wu Shaogan was originally best at dealing with cultivators below the eighth level.
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Once Wu Shaogan figured out this secret technique, he immediately began to use it.
Every time the mirror flickers, it's a resonance.
The black mist had already enveloped Wu Shaogan, and other cultivators could not easily perceive what was happening inside. However, perhaps because Wu Dongxiao was the protagonist, he somehow managed to catch glimpses of the mirror and the flash of light... It was only when the malevolent energy became even thicker that he could no longer see even a tiny bit of it.
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Many cultivators here were surprised by the evil cultivator's attempt to put out the fire, but on another warship, two or three of the temple masters of the War God Temple were standing together, looking at the battlefield that belonged to Wu Shaogan, with somewhat subtle expressions.
The group did not speak, but communicated telepathically.
[Brother Chongguang, if I'm not mistaken, I've never seen the techniques that Junior Nephew Shaogan displayed before, and moreover...]
Brother Li is right, I've noticed it too. It seems somewhat similar to the secret technique of the Poison Toad Ancestor.
While swallowing pills to restore his profound energy, Jiang Chongguang also kept an eye on his disciples.
He was also communicating through telepathy, and so he is now expressing his opinion.
[She's very intelligent.]
Other hall masters: "..."
...That's absolutely true.
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