Chapter 457: Chaos Soul Formation
What appeared before everyone's eyes was a bloody land.
Blood clouds rolled in the sky, corpses were scattered all around, and even the air was filled with a depressing and trembling atmosphere, making people tremble and feel despair.
Everyone in the Shuihua Sect gasped, gripped their swords tightly, and retreated to gather together.
"W-What is this place!?"
"Don't panic, everyone. This is an illusion! Concentrate your mind and protect your heart!"
"But... if this is an illusion, it's too real..."
"Hiss... There's not a single bit of spiritual energy here! Can you feel it?"
Kong Zhao's face was solemn and he said in a cold voice:
"Don't panic! Everyone, listen up! Set up the Water Flower Sword Formation and be on guard against enemy attacks at any time!"
Her voice was steady and powerful, and everyone immediately felt a sense of purpose. This time, not only a few elders, but all senior disciples joined the periphery to provide spiritual power to the Shuihua Sword Formation.
The gloomy voice from before suddenly sounded again:
"Hehehe... Do you think we can still use our unique skills in this chaotic soul formation?"
Kong Zhao's expression changed:
"The Soul Chaos Formation?"
What is this thing? She had never heard of such a formation, but it sounded very ominous.
She immediately tried to make hand gestures and perform the preparatory form of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, but found that it really had no effect!
Kong Zhao's expression changed, and he said coldly:
"Who are you? You're hiding your true identity! Do you dare to show yourself?"
The voice let out a mocking laugh, and then a figure slowly appeared not far away.
This person was wearing the clothes of the Leihuo Sect with a gray background and red patterns, but from the patterns, it could be seen that his rank was at least that of an elder.
This man was tall and thin, with a sharp face and a prominent hooked nose. His eyes were sinister and sharp, and a smug sneer hung at the corner of his mouth.
"Junior Sister Kong Zhao, how are you? I didn't expect you to have established your own sect. You're really promising... Hehehe... But it's a pity that your sect will soon come to an end!"
When Kong Zhao saw the man's face, his eyes widened:
"Duan Xiangrong, you are a traitor to your master and ancestors, yet you are still alive!"
The hook-nosed man named Duan Xiangrong's face darkened, and then he burst into laughter:
"That's right! I'm not dead. Isn't it a surprise? Very unexpected! Hahahahahahaha!"
"Back then, I was just exchanging information about our sect for some magical tools and resources, but my old, immortal master actually tried to kill me!"
"Not only did I not die, I also gained a much stronger power than that useless master from before! You hypocritical fellows, you could never imagine this, right? Hahahahahahaha..."
Kong Zhao glared at him:
"Just betraying some information? The information you betrayed caused heavy losses to the sect and cost the lives of dozens of fellow disciples! How dare you bring it up?"
"Master really shouldn't have shown mercy and only crippled your martial arts, severely injured you, and thrown you out of the sect! He should have just killed you with a single sword strike!"
Duan Xiangrong looked at her with a sinister expression and a bloodthirsty smile:
"But not only did I survive, I will also take revenge on all of you! Kong Zhao, your Shuihua Sect will be the first! You and all your disciples will become nutrients for this chaotic soul formation. No one else will be able to escape!"
Kong Zhao's heart was shocked and he said coldly:
"What do you mean!"
Duan Xiangrong laughed sinisterly:
"Junior sister, you've always been smart, why are you confused now? Aren't thousands of your disciples already heading here? Once I take care of you and these elders, none of those thousand disciples will be able to escape!"
Having said that, he waved his hand without waiting for Kong Zhao to speak again.
Suddenly, the blood-red clouds in the sky surged down, and the already heavy air became even more suffocating!
The closer the blood cloud got, the heavier the pressure in the air felt. Soon, several disciples could no longer hold on and fell to their knees.
Xiao Changheng was watching from the sidelines of the Concealment Formation. He saw that the situation was getting serious, but found that he was not affected at all.
He looked at Yun Qingqing, whose expression remained unchanged, frowned slightly, and was about to speak.
But Yun Qingqing said first:
"Remember what I said before, protect yourself."
After saying that, she stepped out of the formation and walked out.
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