Chapter 893 Trapped
The robes on the corpses were new and old. The newest ones were still covered in blood, as if they were newlyweds who had just walked in yesterday. The oldest ones had been covered in dust for who knows how many years, and the dust had solidified into a thick layer of mud cocoon.
Obviously, the historical span of these powerful people is extremely large, and they were not gathered in a short period of time.
The vast majority were cultivators in the Core Formation Stage, and above them were cultivators in the Nascent Soul Stage... those in the Spirit Transformation Stage, the Void Refining Stage, the Heti Stage, and the Mahayana Stage. He even saw three True Immortals who were only half a step away from ascending to the immortal realm at the center of the altar!
The altar was maintained by a mysterious and powerful magic array, forcibly drawing spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and continuously infusing the puppet's body with a blood-red spiritual current. From high above, the altar's blood-red runes were intricately interlocked, entangled like a ball of breathing flesh and blood.
This red is not pure red, the edges are dotted with strands of dark gold. If you look closely, you can see various dark tones of colorful colors, which transcend the number of colors in nature. It is extremely beautiful, but also terrifyingly evil.
The five men had all seen the world, and their experience and courage far exceeded those of the cultivators at the same level, but when they suddenly saw such a grand and strange scene, they were all speechless for a moment.
Sikong Qing stood on his flying lotus and said impatiently, "Don't look at me. I don't know what's going on either."
He paused and added unhappily, "This place is the Demon Lord's territory, so this should also be the Demon Lord's handiwork."
The men withdrew their gazes from questioning Sikong Qing. They had no time to mock Sikong Qing for being the Demon Lord and not knowing anything. They each started to think.
Everyone has different expertise and perspectives, and their focus varies.
Ji Wenyi is the lord of the divine realm. He looks at everything from a macro perspective. He mainly wants to know what the Demon Lord's purpose is in doing this secretly. If these corpses are released into the outside world, it can be regarded as an army that can dominate the area.
Yue Mushan himself is a formation master, and he was curious about the activation principle of the formation at the first moment.
In order to maintain large magic arrays in the cultivation world, the black ore produced in the ghost world is usually burned, but the magic array under his nose did not show any signs of burning black ore.
So how can it support the operation of the laws of a small world and continuously provide for so many monk puppets, while consuming such a large amount of energy?
Xiao Chujing has been promoted step by step from the bottom, following the survival mode. In Ye Xiaoman's words, there is no need to worry about small things, just die directly if there are big things. The first thing to do is to focus on your own survival.
He observed from high above that the eyelids of these puppets were trembling slightly. It was obvious that the magic circle was holding these puppets' lives and could be used as weapons. He judged that he could not defeat them at all, so he did not waste time staying and retreated directly.
He immediately flew up to the falling black hole on his sword. The sand column continued to cascade down like a waterfall. He tried to fly out, but was knocked back by the local laws of space. It was obvious that this place only allowed entry but not exit.
He did not give up and used violent blasting, but the force was absorbed by the magic circle below and had no effect at all.
Seeing that Xiao Chujing's operation was unsuccessful, the other four men tried other ways to get out.
Yue Mushan crushed the teleportation talisman given by the demon clan organizer, but it was useless; Ji Wenyi immediately contacted the retainers outside, but the communication magic weapon was blocked and could no longer be used.
Sikong Qing frowned and said, "We can't get out in a short time."
Yue Mushan asked: "What should we do next?"
The cat demon regretted asking the question right away. Seeking advice from his love rival was too undignified and made him appear to be very short-sighted.
Xiao Chujing coldly ordered: "Don't alarm the puppets below, and deal with the rest as needed."
After saying that, he was the first to lower the Life Sword from the air to conduct a field inspection.
This small world is just like the secret realm of the Nine Nether Demon Abyss. It covers a vast area with mountains, water and forests. There is not only this altar, but also many places to explore. Perhaps the truth is hidden somewhere.
The other men were silent. Xiao Chujing's proposal was the best solution at the moment. For the Ji Wenyi brothers and Yue Mushan, they were the focus of everyone's attention outside. As long as they disappeared, their subordinates would forcefully intervene in the secret investigation. For now, they just had to ensure their own safety.
The five people restrained their breath and landed silently in various directions of the altar, forming a temporary alliance.
Ji Wenyi suddenly reminded: "Someone is coming."
There was indeed a pressure from a cultivator in the Void Refinement Stage coming from afar.
It is unknown whether they are friend or foe.
No one wanted to confront this powerful man head-on. On the one hand, he was difficult to match, and on the other hand, they did not want to wake up the many puppets present.
The only option now is to hide.
But the black mines were far away, and in front of us was flat land, with no cover or obstruction, and no place to hide.
Without time to think, everyone cast an invisibility spell, turned into transparent figures, and slipped into the altar. Like all the puppets, they closed their eyes, sat cross-legged and meditated, pretending to be one of the puppets.
With so many bodies, it was difficult for visitors to tell whether one was extra or missing.
When Xiao Chujing stepped onto the altar, he suddenly felt that the patterns that made up the magic circle became huge. Walking into it was like walking into a huge maze, and the three-dimensional patterns were like wriggling blood walls.
A powerful cultivator in the Void Refinement Stage stood at the edge of the altar.
Xiao Chujing sat down in the open space closest to him, surrounded by zombies that had been dead for who knows how many years.
After he sat down, he suddenly heard a lot of whispering sounds from all directions, as if many people were surrounding him and making malicious comments about him.
Xiao Chujing immediately had a bad feeling.
The Void Refinement Stage expert outside spoke, as if he was talking to someone: "Is someone coming?"
When Xiao Chujing heard this voice, his pupils suddenly shrank: Tuoba Yuling!
Tuoba Yuling asked again: "Where is the person?"
Then Xiao Chujing saw the puppets from all directions turn their heads and look at him. They opened their eyes, and there was only paleness in their eyes.
The puppet sitting right in front of him with its back to him even twisted its neck into an angle that was impossible for a living person, and its face was facing him straight.
Xiao Chujing immediately flew up on his sword, but he moved quickly and the magic circle reacted even faster. As soon as he took off, chain-like magic patterns rose into the air and bound his limbs.
A hurricane was raging in the formation, and countless runes were waving like monster tentacles. Xiao Chujing saw that Ji Wenyi and others were captured like him.
Tuoba Yuling first looked at the hole in the small world in the air, then slowly turned his head, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at the captured person.
"The Divine Emperor, King Rui, the Young Master of the Demon Clan, and the Patriarch of the Sikong Family."
His ruthless grey eyes fixed on Xiao Chujing, "It's very lively."
Ji Wenyi was dissatisfied, "You recognized me, yet you still dare to be so bold."
Tuoba Yuling said in a cold tone: "Now that you know this place, I'm afraid you will become the shortest-lived God Emperor in history."
Ji Weiming struggled, "Who are you?"
In order to vent Ye Xiaoman's anger, Sikong Qing had even looked for Tuoba Yuling's portrait and recognized him, "Xuanyou Demon Ancestor, it's you!"
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