This is the master's remaining consciousness.
Ning Hong reached out to touch the long-bearded master, but her hand passed right through him.
The master is indeed gone.
Only this faint remnant remains.
"master--"
Ning Hong used to dislike her master, finding him nagging, but now, looking at her master's still obese figure, she felt inexplicably sad.
Humans are just perverse; they only realize the value of something when they lose it.
"I know you're probably criticizing my figure, but that's not my problem. I have two excellent apprentices who often cook delicious food for me, which is why I've gotten so fat. Anyway, we're getting off topic."
Ning Hong felt a strange soreness in her nose as she listened to the long-bearded man's words.
"This circular array is a formation used to suppress the Demon King."
This is a conspiracy that has been planned for hundreds of years.
The circular array was never a formation for restoring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; it was a resurrection formation.
It can resurrect the Demon King who was killed by various sects a thousand years ago.
These demons are utterly wicked.
Taking advantage of their eagerness to restore the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they forged an ancient book and deceived everyone.
Over the past two hundred years, the sect has sacrificed twenty Nascent Soul cultivators.
Nascent Soul cultivators are extremely valuable to every sect.
Not everyone is as talented as Ning Hong and Yan Wu. Many people cultivate for hundreds or even thousands of years and still cannot reach the Nascent Soul stage.
There were a total of twenty Nascent Soul cultivators.
It breaks my heart just thinking about it.
"However, every Nascent Soul cultivator who sacrifices themselves discovers the truth and leaves behind a wisp of their soul to explain to the next person. But what's the use?"
These remnant souls were unable to leave the circular array.
Unable to convey the truth, they could only watch helplessly as one Nascent Soul cultivator after another was sacrificed for no reason.
But when the fifth Nascent Soul cultivator sacrificed himself, he came up with a solution.
These people are all at the Nascent Soul stage, so one of them is nothing, but if a dozen of them self-destruct, it would be enough to generate world-destroying energy.
Since every cultivator who is used as a sacrifice cannot escape anyway, they might as well leave all their cultivation to the next cultivator.
They accumulate one by one, until the last one, when all the power is gathered together.
Perhaps it can completely destroy this disc formation.
The long-bearded man pointed to the crack under the formation.
After saying this, his remaining consciousness seeped into the crack, completely merging with the power left behind by the previous cultivators.
Ning Hong wiped away the tears that had somehow flowed from the corners of his eyes and leaped into the crevice. As soon as he entered, he could feel a powerful force surging into his body.
This force is extremely powerful and terrifying.
If Ning Hongze's body meridians hadn't already been different from those of ordinary cultivators, she probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it.
Ning Hong's face turned pale.
He felt intense pain all over his body.
It was also the first time he had ever seen what this so-called demon king looked like.
Not far from him, a red, pupa-like object was suspended in the air.
It seemed as if you could hear the beating of its heart.
Is this the Demon King?
He must not be born.
A thousand years ago, only a sect with an ancestor at the Tribulation Transcending stage was able to defeat this demon king. But now, those ancestors at the Tribulation Transcending stage have either ascended to immortality or disintegrated.
The cultivation level of the sect has declined with each generation.
If this demon king were to truly appear, none of these sects would have an ancestor capable of stopping him.
The pressure is immense.
But the Demon King must be eliminated—Ning Hong then released the Illusionary Sound Butterfly, saying, "Go now, take my place and keep Little Grass company." The Illusionary Sound Butterfly circled around him twice, then flapped its wings and flew away.
However, there was a barrier above it, so it couldn't leave and could only hide as much as possible.
Ning Hong closed her eyes and tried her best to mobilize the spiritual energy in her body, which was already close to madness.
"0321, we're going to fail the mission again, but don't blame me. I've somehow gotten myself into this inexplicable mess again."
To protect this cultivation continent from the invasion of demons, he had no choice but to sacrifice himself.
The spiritual energy had gone completely mad; the last thing Ning Hong saw was a distorted space—
Ning Xiaocao flew to the sky above the barrier on her sword.
Why did the barrier suddenly appear?
It wasn't there just now?
That brother of mine is a liar. We agreed to die together, but in the end, he abandoned her.
Suddenly, a loud bang came from below.
The entire training ground shook and trembled.
"Little grass".
The barrier vanished in an instant.
However, the explosion was too powerful.
The heatwave rose all the way up from the bottom of the cliff.
Yan Wu swiftly flew over on his sword, grabbed Ning Xiaocao, and flew to the side.
Ning Xiaocao was completely stunned.
"My brother is downstairs."
"My brother is down there, my brother is down there, ahhhhhh—"
"elder brother--"
She finally made it here, even though she had fallen into demonhood, but why couldn't she save her brother? Why was she still unable to save him?
"Little grass, little grass."
Yan Wu held Ning Xiaocao tightly in his arms.
Tears streamed down her face.
Such an explosion—Hong probably wouldn't survive.
Molian Mountain has begun to collapse.
Everyone on the mountain began to flee. Whether they were demons or members of sects.
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