When I came out of that blood-stained, dilapidated courtyard, it was already completely dark.
The wind in the Gobi Desert at night is like a knife, stinging your face.
"Ptooey! A mouthful of sand!"
As Ye Meier brushed the sand out of her hair, she complained, "This godforsaken place is even more awful than the wasteland of the Demon Realm!"
Ling Qingxue silently erected a light blue spiritual energy shield, enveloping the three of them and protecting them from the wind and sand.
She looked at the replica iron plaque in Zhang Shaozhong's hand, her clear, cold eyes filled with contemplation: "Since that Black Fiend Master can replicate this item, he must be knowledgeable in array formations and weapon crafting, and his cultivation should have reached the Foundation Establishment stage!"
Zhang Shaozhong toyed with the cold, lifeless iron plaque, and smiled nonchalantly: "So what if he's at the Foundation Establishment stage? We have a peak Golden Core cultivator, a late-stage Demon Core cultivator, and me, a cheat-like mid-stage Golden Core cultivator. Anyone can crush him! Besides, these evil cultivators who use living people to practice their skills deserve to be killed by everyone! We're doing this on behalf of Heaven, and by the way... hehe, we'll pick up some spoils."
He knew perfectly well that the Black Fiend Master not only possessed the third Boundary Stone, but was also likely quite wealthy.
These heretical practitioners love to plunder all kinds of resources.
"My husband is right!"
Ye Meier immediately perked up, rubbing her hands together eagerly. "This kind of evil spirit is perfect for nourishing my body! His essence, blood, and soul are probably more effective than those of ordinary cultivators!"
Zhang Shaozhong quickly stopped her: "Stop, stop! Devouring souls is against the natural order and can easily affect one's mind! We only steal things, we don't do such immoral things!" He didn't want his Mei'er to become a demon who only knew how to kill.
Ye Meier pursed her lips, but did not refute.
The closer you get to Black Wind Mountain, the stronger the malevolent aura in the air becomes, mixed with a nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell.
The surrounding vegetation became increasingly sparse and twisted, exhibiting an unhealthy purplish-black hue.
"Good heavens, this old bastard has really wreaked havoc on his own mountain!"
Zhang Shaozhong looked at the barren mountain peak shrouded in black mist and marveled at it.
With this environment, you wouldn't even need a set to film a horror movie.
At the foot of the mountain stands a crooked stone tablet with the words "Black Wind Mountain Forbidden Area, Unauthorized Entry Will Be Punished" written in blood-red characters!
The handwriting was grotesque and exuded a powerful spiritual impact.
"Who are you trying to scare!" Ye Meier kicked the stone tablet to pieces.
Zhang Shaozhong scanned the area with his divine sense and immediately sensed that there were many traps and warning formations set up on the mountain. They were extremely insidious and most of them were the kind that would kill you if triggered.
"It seems that this Black Fiend Master is quite afraid of death."
Zhang Shaozhong chuckled, his chaotic energy circulated within him, enveloping the three of them, and he swaggered up the mountain.
Those insidious formations, when they encountered the chaotic energy, were like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun—silently dissolved and swallowed up without a sound.
The journey was smooth and unobstructed, and soon we arrived at a huge cave halfway up the mountain, emitting black smoke.
The entrance to the cave was sealed by two heavy black iron doors engraved with images of fierce ghosts. Above the doors was a grinning skull with green will-o'-the-wisps flickering in its eye sockets.
"It's quite ceremonial," Zhang Shaozhong commented.
Before they could even knock, the skull seemed to come alive, letting out a grotesque, cacophony: "Who dares to trespass on Black Wind Mountain! State your names now, and I'll spare your corpses!"
"Keep your sister!"
Zhang Shaozhong was too lazy to waste words with a puppet guarding the gate, so he punched the black iron gate directly!
Thump!!
A deep, thunderous roar!
The seemingly heavy black iron gate, centered on Zhang Shaozhong's fist, was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and then exploded into countless fragments that shot into the cave!
"Ah!" Several shrill screams came from inside the cave, clearly indicating that the unlucky gatekeeper had been hit by the debris.
"Enemy attack!!!" Chaos erupted inside the cave.
Zhang Shaozhong and his two companions stepped over the ruins and entered the cave. The cave was surprisingly spacious, with walls inlaid with phosphorescent stones that emitted a ghastly green light, giving the entire cave an eerie atmosphere.
Many evil cultivators dressed in black emerged from various side paths, their cultivation levels ranging from Qi Refining to the early Foundation Establishment stage. Each of them had fierce eyes and held various evil magical artifacts.
"Tsk tsk, quite a few people."
Night Enchantress licked her lips, her eyes turning even more bloodshot.
Ling Qingxue remained expressionless, but a chilling aura emanated from her, causing frost to form on the ground.
"Who dares to destroy my mountain gate!"
A hoarse, unpleasant voice, like that of a night owl, came from the depths of the cave, carrying boundless rage and immense pressure!
Immediately afterwards, an old man dressed in a black Taoist robe, with a withered face and sunken eyes, slowly walked out, surrounded by a group of evil cultivators with even stronger auras.
He held a white bone scepter in his hand, with a black bead embedded at the top that twisted and howled. He was none other than the Black Fiend Master, who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment!
His gaze immediately fell on the counterfeit iron plaque in Zhang Shaozhong's hand, and his pupils shrank sharply: "You killed my disciples and their descendants? And you still dare to come to my door! You're courting death!"
Zhang Shaozhong toyed with the replica iron plate and said with a grin, "Old man, stop with the nonsense. Hand over the real black iron plate you have, and we'll turn around and leave, how about it?"
Black Fiend Venerable's expression changed, his eyes becoming even more sinister: "So you've come for the 'Boundary Stone'! Just you three little brats? Hmph, perfect, I still need a few high-quality furnaces and blood food! Take them down!"
At his command, dozens of evil cultivators around him roared in unison, activated their magical artifacts, and unleashed their evil spells. In an instant, ghostly figures appeared everywhere, poisonous mist filled the air, and all sorts of insidious attacks surged toward the three of them like a tidal wave!
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