Chapter 325 You've used up all your escape treasures? Then die!
On Wang Yu's side, however, lay a true scene of a demon's lair.
With Zhao Shang's memories guiding him, his familiarity with the place increased dramatically, and his Aurora Escape Technique was incredibly fast.
therefore.
In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he entered the core area of the Yougu Feng Clan's demon breeding farm, where a thick, lava-like river of blood flowed through the area.
It is covered with crisscrossing, twisted tree roots.
Each tendril branched into a "Y" shape, one end plunging into the river of blood, the other end adorned with the still-breathing female cultivator's corpse, their souls completely tainted by the blood.
Its belly was split open by roots, stretching the skin, flesh, and ribs to their maximum extent, revealing a sphere with a transparent membrane-like structure inside, where the nascent Blood Demon was being conceived...
At first glance, there are at least several hundred incubation workshops.
This breeding farm reveals the most cruel side of demonic cultivators.
From the outside world.
Whether it's within the Holy Sect's mountain gate, the Spirit Vein City, or even the entire Crimson Phoenix Demon Realm, there is at least a superficial order, though it's chaotic and bloody, filled with slaughter.
Here, however, the facade of hypocrisy is completely torn away.
They have maximized the value of cultivators!
In ancient times... no, a thousand years ago, the Crimson Kite Demon Cultivator was actually just like this, after being repeatedly defeated by the Taihu Lake Cultivators.
This is why we have no choice but to learn more advanced development strategies.
These bloody factories have faded from history, not because they disappeared, but because they were controlled, and only the top families had the secret methods passed down to them.
Independent cultivators and ordinary forces are no longer allowed to engage in large-scale persecution of the Red Kite population, and certain controls have been implemented.
In layman's terms, it means that officials are allowed to set fires while ordinary people are forbidden to light lamps.
That's how the current Red Iris Cultivation World came to be.
In comparison, Wang Yu's experience as a spirit slave was far more than the torture and suffering he endured when these living corpses were of sound mind.
Normally, Blood Demons are cultivators controlled by the power of Blood Demons, but these people have taken a different approach and used the method of conception instead.
This river of blood is the source of the Blood Demon's power.
"—How disgusting!"
Wang Yu couldn't help but despise him. He killed people and refined corpses, but that didn't stop him from being a good person in an abnormal way.
Aside from the special requirements of the "Demon Seed" in the Demon Embryo Secret Curse, which requires breaking the target's will, Wang Yu does not deliberately torture people.
We should utilize the corpses to the fullest extent possible, without wasting any.
They could be described as thrifty and frugal, yet these people used this secret method of conception to transform women into birthing bodies while they were still alive; it was truly inhuman.
After a moment of silence, Wang Yu raised his hand and shot out the Yellow Spring Demon Sword, instantly severing the life force of these mother bodies and extracting all the Myriad Spirit Blood Essence from their bodies as usual.
The seal on the first ice coffin was thus overflowing.
After the second ice coffin was half-filled, it was finally dealt with. The corpse had been drained dry by the young demons and was no longer of any value.
He burned it all to the ground.
At this moment.
Wang Yu's eyes flickered slightly as he sensed that the divine sense imprints placed in the passageway had been activated. He glanced at the tree roots with a hint of regret, realizing that now was not the time to continue the investigation.
Let's deal with those Feng Clan members first. It just so happens that the Lesser Asura Killing Fist has reached perfection, and I need a few worthy opponents to test its power.
"We'll be there soon."
"Judging from the traces, this person must have found the core location. The Blood Jujube Tree must not be taken away by the thieves."
"Don't worry, with us taking action, we'll make sure this person never leaves alive!"
As they drew ever closer to their destination, the elder of the twin beauties from the secluded valley quietly tugged at her younger sister and whispered something to her.
"They've suffered such a huge loss, yet they still don't know how to restrain themselves. Let them lead the charge. These guys have been in the Blood Abyss for so many years; they've lost their potential."
As Feng Niao Niao nodded, she deliberately slowed down by three steps.
Her sister's words were not unfounded.
Blood Abyss, as a sacred place for cultivation, opens once every two hundred years. Given its vastness, it can actually accommodate many more cultivators to cultivate here.
Compared to opening it up to geniuses and the powerful, it is more beneficial to the growth of the sect, especially in improving the strength of Core Formation cultivators, and has a huge effect.
But the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect did not do so, and there was a reason for that.
This place is filled with blood-based spiritual energy, making it extremely suitable for cultivators. Its source is the corpse of the fallen Nascent Soul cultivator deep within.
In its previous life, it was a servant of the Blood Demon and obtained too much power in this area. Even the part that overflowed after its death carried a strange bloody aura.
It's alright in the short term, but in the long run, even a Core Formation cultivator will find it impossible to escape this influence, especially when attempting to form a Nascent Soul.
It will be disturbed by this hidden bloodlust.
They either fall completely and mutate into a Blood Demon, or they fail to condense their Nascent Soul and die!
Every gift has a price tag attached in secret.
Excessive greed leads to this situation. This information is not a secret among the high-ranking members of the Holy Sect, and they will naturally warn the clan members.
The fact that these three were assigned to be in charge of the demon breeding farm precisely illustrates that they were not actually the geniuses favored by the Feng Clan, or perhaps it was due to some internal struggles.
They selected a few people to cut off their path.
There are many reasons, and anything is possible.
"arrive!"
Suddenly, the three leaders stopped in unison, each with a magical artifact floating beside them, ready to be used at any moment.
The situation at the farm immediately enraged them.
Damn it!
"The cradle I've cultivated for two hundred years has been destroyed, and even the essence of all living beings' blood that I've accumulated within my body has been taken away."
Feng Yan also frowned, his nostrils twitching as his expression changed drastically.
"--not good!"
"This person remains in the same place, Feng Rutong!"
It's too late.
His reminder came a fraction of a second too late.
Having gathered sufficient power, a gray beam of light, large enough to envelop all three of them, suddenly struck, and a strong sense of death surged into their hearts.
It was Wang Yu's Soul-Destroying Death Ray!
The pure soul-path divine power, combined with his late-stage third-tier divine sense, left everyone frozen in place, their brows throbbing with excruciating pain.
"Buzz~"
With murderous intent surging through his blood, he suddenly rose up in his half-body Asura form and smashed the cultivator named Feng Rutong into the ground with a single punch, leaving him not only critically injured but also with his soul shattered in an instant.
He started laughing like an idiot.
The remaining four regained their senses from the death ray, their pupils constricting.
Upon seeing the Asura's appearance, the two beauties in the secluded valley shouted in unison.
"He's not a cultivator from the Yellow Springs Temple, he's Wang Yu! The Wang Yu who suppressed Lu Chenzhou!"
The two women retreated abruptly, activating their escape talismans immediately.
There was no time to think about why Wang Yu was here. Could it be that he was the same person who was proficient in the supernatural powers of the Yellow Springs Temple?
How could that be...?
Faced with the facts, they had no choice but to believe them.
Feng Niaoniao shouted again, "You all should run away quickly! Even the sect leader's personal disciple is no match for this person. Leave immediately!"
Feng Yan and his remaining companions exchanged glances, and their natal magic weapons immediately unleashed a whirlwind and flames. They never even considered running away.
The situation doesn't allow it!
Two hundred years ago, when they were fighting for the Blood Infant Fruit, they used up all their life-saving trump cards. How could they possibly escape using teleportation techniques?
We'll see.
Feeling confident that his strength had reached its peak and having never heard of Wang Yu, he had nothing to fear in a battle!
"You sneaky scoundrel, you seem to have quite a reputation, yet you don't dare to come out and face us head-on?"
Wang Yu did not reply, but Feng Niaoniao spoke anxiously.
"He only reached the Core Formation stage a few years ago, and his methods are formidable. We should run if we can."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yan's flames became somewhat unsteady.
Early stage of Core Formation? Are you serious?!
His mind immediately began to waver. The enemy's cooperation in revealing a flaw meant that Wang Yu would not give up.
The Demonic Dragon Armor had somehow encased him, and with a flick of its finger...
—Soul-Destroying Finger!
Feng Yan is a rare fire-attribute cultivator in the Feng clan. The combined spells he uses with his companions are incredibly powerful. Wang Yu should have taken advantage of the chaos to engage in close combat.
Even when swept away by that gust of wind and fire, forced to retreat, the target of the Soul-Destroying Finger was Feng Yan.
"rub!"
The two top-grade natal magic treasures unleashed their power simultaneously.
One is the Wind and Fire Token, a treasure of wind and fire. It automatically combines wind and fire to condense a bird-beast shape, which cries out as it crashes into the Soul-Destroying Finger.
One is the Divine Fan, another natal magic weapon of the peak Core Formation stage. Wang Yu had seen it in Feng Niaoniao's hands before, but its power was far inferior to this one.
He flicked the fan at him.
In an instant, a windmill tens of meters high was formed, exuding an extreme cutting force, and it rushed towards Wang Yu.
Their coordination was excellent, and they interrupted Wang Yu's additional attack once again.
Just then, the two beauties of the secluded valley disappeared for the second time.
The Thunder Corpse and the Yin Fiend Corpse jumped out of the Nourishing Fiend Coffin. Thunder and fiend winds intertwined, and the Thunder Corpse, covered in lightning armor, collided with the wind wheel.
Sparks and a piercing sound rang out simultaneously as the metal blades were being cut.
The Fiend Corpse's innate divine power, the Yin Corpse's Curse of Subduing Evil, was released from afar towards Feng Yan. It then turned to join forces with the Thunder Corpse and engaged in a fierce battle with the Feng Clan cultivator.
The explosions continued, and the entire underground space was collapsing; the destructive power of the Core Formation cultivator was truly excessive.
After the Wind and Fire Token forcibly shattered the Soul-Destroying Finger.
Wang Yu leaned closer, and the Yinming Demon Dragon, formed from his own blood and qi, rushed out fiercely, grabbed the Wind and Fire Token, and bound it with its powerful divine force.
This is a combat technique of the Demon Dragon Fist.
Feng Yan finally snapped out of his trance from being afflicted by the Taiyin Moon Fiend, his face ashen.
This is bad!
Only after his natal magic weapon failed did he realize how wise it was that the two juniors had decisively fled.
He immediately took out another mid-grade magic weapon, a mirror-shaped object, and with the help of his magic power, he shone it on Wang Yu.
Immediately, a strange force descended upon him.
Can't move?
"The Immobilization Mirror is working! Feng Yan, use your innate divine power!"
However, Feng Yan, who was tightly entangled by the two alien zombies, was unable to coordinate with them at all, and was even considering retreating.
It's all those two girls' fault for running so fast.
If we can help him stop these two zombies, we might as well put up a fight.
"A good-for-nothing who's good for nothing but causing trouble!"
He cursed inwardly, but ignored Feng Yan's calls. After enduring a bolt of lightning from the Thunder Corpse, he blindly rushed into the passage.
—They ran away!
Feng Yan felt a mouthful of blood rise to his throat, and he almost cursed loudly.
The freezing effect of the mirror was powerful, a result of a fortuitous encounter; the stronger the target, the harder it was for them to maintain their position.
In just a short while, Wang Yu had already escaped his predicament.
He gave a chilling smile.
"He can't escape."
(End of this chapter)
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