Chapter 52 The Abyss of Demon Sacrifice: Actually, everyone performed quite well.
"Huh? I..." Fu Daolan had just opened his mouth when a rotting crow suddenly attacked from the night sky, its iron-hard beak and claws reaching for Fu Daolan's mouth and nose.
Fu Daolan frantically swatted at the crows that were frantically pecking at his face. The flute that had fallen to the ground suddenly flew up and pierced the crows with lightning speed. Fu Daolan seized the opportunity when the crows dodged and retreated dozens of meters to create distance.
With a surge of sharp blade wind, the attacking carrion crow and dozens of others following behind were sent crashing to the ground, turning into a foul-smelling, thick, black liquid.
However, they had no room to relax. Swarms of rotting crows had already flown in from above, and endless skeletons were gathering again from all directions.
The flute returned to his hand with a whoosh, and Shao Qingshang began playing the Soul Cleansing Melody again, while Fu Daolan turned and fiercely slashed at the skeleton.
A pale golden light rose from the three of them, forming a semicircle that enveloped them. The attacks from the rotting corpse crows and the skeleton demons were deflected one by one, making a series of loud bangs.
Ji Mingran maintained the Vajra Formation, his expression calm.
Fu Daolan and Shao Qingshang were too busy fighting to respond, but she no longer needed their response.
She already knew the answer.
He is there.
Not only that, he also brought his stockpile of chickens.
Although it's unclear why the chick that never grew up suddenly turned into a young boy, since Guan Wangzhen could transform from a human into a bird, it's not such a strange thing for a bird to transform into a human.
Ji Mingran looked up and gazed into the distance. Although the rotting corpses and crows were falling densely onto the Vajra Formation, the eerie darkness that had been only ten meters away from them had stopped approaching.
In the eerie and deep darkness, a faint light still shines through.
It all comes down to Guan Wangzhen and Ji Xingyang; who can dispel the darkness faster?
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On the observation platform, dozens of projection stones were projected simultaneously.
The observers watched with great interest and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
On one side, the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect were chased up several mountains by a nine-headed Foundation Establishment White Tiger Beast, completely powerless to fight back. On the other side, a junior disciple of the Zhu family was smashed by an enormous furnace and ran around in panic, covering his head.
There were also Shen family disciples who were indulging in a life of debauchery in taverns and entertainment venues, with no hope of sobering up.
In the first-class seats, Zhu Shengli, the head of the Zhu family, sat solemnly and composedly. On the other side, Master Hexiu's face was already ashen. As for Shen Changting, the elder of the Shen family, his face was even blacker than the bottom of a pot.
What a spectacular sight! The cultivators on the viewing platform had their eyes shining. The defeated disciples and their exasperated team leaders were truly the eternal highlights of spiritual cultivation competitions.
Finally, in the projection stone image, just as the lone Beast Taming Sect disciple was about to be swallowed whole by the nine-headed Foundation Establishment White Tiger after running past the tenth mountain, a stunningly beautiful girl in red, wielding a long sword, leaped down from the sky. With a flash of silver light, two of the nine-headed Foundation Establishment White Tiger's heads landed on the ground, and a long whip, like a shadow, tightly bound the three heads of the nine-headed Foundation Establishment White Tiger.
The long sword that was originally in her hand had already been moved to the feet of the girl in red. The long sword suddenly charged forward, dragging the nine-headed Foundation Establishment White Tiger and causing it to fall heavily to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the sword shadows flashed repeatedly, and the heads of the fallen White Tigers all hit the ground.
"The Nine-Headed Foundation Establishment White Tiger of this realm has been resolved." Dong Lu, the leader of the Dingsheng Sect, said from the first-class seats.
Just as she said, all the projection stones that projected this illusion fluctuated violently before simultaneously going out.
This realm has been severed, and the remaining participants in the illusion have been randomly scattered to other illusions. The projection stone needs to search for their presence again.
In the illusion of the tavern and singing house, the Shen family disciples and other participants were either drunk and unconscious, or dancing wildly and uncoordinatedly, their stiff and uncoordinated movements a truly unbearable sight.
Suddenly, a torrent of water, as powerful as the Yellow River, fell from the sky and crashed down on the top of the head of the dazed participant.
The tavern was flooded, and the singers and musicians fled in all directions. The drunken and unconscious participants floated in the water. Some of the dancing cultivators, who were being drenched by the flood, groggily regained consciousness and began to perform water-repelling spells in the water.
With his consciousness returning to clarity, the Shen family disciple looked up at the sky above the restaurant.
The ethereal blue-robed cultivator floated in the air, his ten fingers moving gracefully as if playing a musical piece. The floodwaters regrouped, transforming into ten water dragons. Under his command, the water dragons surged against the walls of the restaurant, causing the entire restaurant to teeter on the verge of collapse.
In an instant, the entire restaurant collapsed.
"The illusion of song and dance has been broken." In the first-class seats, Dong Lu, the leader of the Dingsheng Sect, said again.
The voice of the Eastern Continent True Man was ethereal, but it sounded harsh to the leaders of the Class A seats. They secretly hoped that their disciples would quickly break through the remaining illusionary key points, and even if they couldn't, they shouldn't embarrass their team.
Only Zhu Shengli of the Zhu family looked somewhat better. The reason was simple: one of the outstanding disciples of the Dingsheng Sect was the next head of his Zhu family, which fully demonstrated that his Zhu family had a worthy successor.
The observers gasped: "The Dingsheng Sect has already captured two vital points of the illusionary realm. It seems their strength is not to be underestimated."
"The Hongyang Sect has already captured three areas."
Is it Meng Yingyang?
"No, his illusions are rather strange, and we haven't been able to decipher them yet."
"I think the Zhu family will be close to breaking through. They have already broken through two barriers. Once they break through this Great Pill Furnace, they will be able to break through three more illusionary life gates."
"They're so unlucky to have encountered this furnace. It's impervious to swords and spears, unaffected by water and fire, and it can even smash people. Is this a normal furnace? Is it some kind of nightmare for a pill-cultivation disciple?!"
“A dream! Yes, no wonder, this explains why the illusion Meng Yingyang was in was so strange.”
At first, everyone thought it was just an ordinary yellow sand illusion. The observers watched as the participating disciples explored the area, some using magical artifacts, some casting spells, and some flying on swords like Meng Yingyang.
Later, the disciples who were crossing the yellow sand were attacked by monsters, and everyone sensed that something was wrong.
The monsters were described as grotesque and nauseating, as if pieced together from the remains of various creatures. Some had twisted tentacles all over their bodies, some had tentacles on their heads with mouthparts of mosquitoes, and some had hollow abdomens that actually teemed with maggots. There were countless bizarre shapes and forms.
Most importantly, they could tell that these monsters were actually human.
Most of the participating disciples perished in the yellow sand and were sent out of the secret realm. The remaining disciples who successfully killed the monsters and walked out of the desert arrived at a ruin.
The collapsed buildings and the scattered remains all testify that this is a county town that has been attacked by monsters.
The city's structure was also bizarre, with towering buildings cut in half, long rectangular boxes with four rings embedded in them lying by the roadside, and rusty bridges spanning the river... all strange and unusual things that did not exist in the spiritual cultivation world.
“Perhaps it’s some small world,” said a cultivator who had crossed the Heavenly Gate to the Spiritual Cultivation Realm.
However, other cultivators disagreed: "The Spiritual Cultivation Competition has been going on for many years, and there have been quite a few participants from small worlds. We have never heard of such a strange and desolate city appearing."
Most of the leaders in the Class A seats were also studying this strange illusion, including Venerable Chongjue, whose eyes were fixed on the image of Meng Yingyang projected by the projection stone.
He was slashing at a three-foot-tall humanoid monster with tentacles covering its chin. His sword strikes were like rainbows, fast as lightning. However, after being stabbed, the monster was not affected by the pain at all and continued to frantically attack Meng Yingyang.
Meng Yingyang remained calm, dodging attacks while searching for the monster's fatal weakness.
Venerable Chongjue frowned and remained silent.
"Look! They're over there!"
The image on one of the projection stones suddenly changed, from the image of the participating disciples being chased by the giant furnace in broad daylight to the image of only dark shadows moving in the dark.
Soon, two places in the image emitted dazzling light, allowing the observers who were paying attention to the illusion to glimpse the true nature of the illusion.
The overwhelming red-eyed rotting crows, the boundless white skeletons, and the mirrored edge of the light-devouring abyss that cannot be ignored.
"What...what is this? It's just as terrifying as that desert environment over there!"
Some people realized: "It was the Dingsheng Sect who led the team into the illusion, and it was eerie from the very beginning."
This illusion had appeared two or three times at the beginning of the competition. They still remembered the strange scene of the leader of the Dingsheng Sect walking with two paper effigies, but the corresponding projection stone quickly switched to other illusion scenes, and the attention of the spectators shifted accordingly, so they did not bother to pay attention.
The disciples of Dingsheng Sect had been searching for their fellow participants, and after Shen Qingluo and Zhu Shibai successively broke through the illusion's vital points, they finally discovered the illusion where their little ancestor was located.
In the first-class seats, the Void Sect elder, who was also keeping a close eye on his disciples, had a slight tremor in his eyes: "Sacrifice... Sacrifice Demon Abyss? How could Sacrifice Demon Abyss appear here?"
The Demon Sacrifice Abyss is a forbidden land located at the northernmost tip of the Spiritual Cultivation Continent. Legend has it that the Demon Sacrifice Abyss is the only scar on this continent, a place of exceptional beauty and abundant spiritual energy—deep, terrifying, irreparable, and forbidden to be shown to anyone.
The abyss contains tens of thousands of demons sealed by powerful spiritual cultivators throughout history. The resentment generated by these demons alone is so strong that even Mahayana cultivators would find it difficult to resist. If cultivators below the Mahayana stage were to mistakenly enter this realm, they would be devoured whole, bones and all.
Few people present had ever seen the Demon Sacrifice Abyss, but the elder sent by the Void Sect was exceptionally experienced, having experienced the Demon Sealing War more than two hundred years ago and had personally witnessed the Demon Sacrifice Abyss.
Upon hearing this, Master Ziyan of the Hehuan Sect frowned and asked suspiciously, "Those who entered this time are all disciples below the Golden Core cultivation level. How could they have any impression of the Demon Sacrifice Abyss?"
If one is not careful, the disciple in this illusionary realm may encounter misfortune.
"It's alright." The two leaders asked. Venerable Chongjue barely managed to pull his gaze away from the illusionary image of Meng Yingyang. His expression remained calm, as if he did not find the appearance of the Demon Sacrifice Abyss illusion strange.
“The illusionary predicament is affected by the cultivation level of the person entering it. Even in the Demon Sacrifice Abyss, the illusion is far inferior to the real thing. Moreover, the Fire Phoenix Clan and the Golden Roc Clan happen to be in this territory. They are naturally able to suppress demonic resentment, so this realm is actually advantageous to them.” After saying that, his gaze quickly returned to the image of the yellow sand.
But you didn't say why it appeared!
Master Ziyan thought to himself, exchanging glances with the Void Sect elder who was also frowning. He understood that the elder shared his doubts, but Venerable Chongjue's words were not wrong, and their respective disciples were still holding up, so they could only put aside their doubts for the time being.
Sure enough, the light in the image grew brighter, piercing through the thick black ink at the edge, and the rotting corpses and crows took the lead, causing the skeleton to break apart piece by piece.
The Abyss Realm is collapsing.
The projection stone rippled, the image was interrupted, and the projection stone went out.
Dingsheng Sect Master Donglu once again said calmly, "Dingsheng Sect, take control of the third illusionary critical point."
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