Chapter 221 If you follow me again, you will be the next one to be killed (two chapters combined into one, 4600 words)
"Get out of here!"
The cold moonlight reflected Xiao Mo's eyes that were stained with blood and murderous aura. He stared at Wang Xin coldly, his eyes like knives, as if they could pierce through a person's soul.
Wang Xin only felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken, his body trembled slightly involuntarily, and a chill rose from his spine.
The murderous aura on him almost solidified into substance, pressing her so hard that she could hardly breathe.
She had no doubt that Xiao Mo would really slash at her.
But in the end, Wang Xin slowly opened his arms and shook his head firmly. There was no retreat in his eyes, only clarity.
Looking at the girl like this, Xiao Mo said no more.
Wang Xin only saw seven lines suddenly appear in his eyes. The lines moved slightly like living things, emitting a heart-pounding aura.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Xin's consciousness became hazy, as if she had fallen into some invisible whirlpool. When she suddenly came to her senses, the Tang Hengdao in Xiao Mo's hand had already been swung down.
The sharp sword energy swept out and instantly engulfed the Wangchuan Sect disciple behind her.
The man didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a cloud of blood mist, his body and soul completely destroyed, leaving only a pool of scarlet blood on the ground.
Xiao Mo put away his knife and turned around. Without even looking at Wang Xin, he walked straight towards the Wangchuan Sect.
His voice came from the night, clear yet cold: "You Buddhists always talk about compassion... To me, that's simply ridiculous."
When he finished speaking, his figure had already melted into the moonlight and could no longer be seen.
Wang Xin still stood there, looking at the glaring bloodstain on the ground, and then thinking about the bloody murderous aura that almost solidified around him, he could not help but purse his thin lips, lowered his eyes, and muttered as if talking to himself:
"But if you continue like this...if you really become possessed by the devil, you'll die..."
…
As the sky began to light up, the morning glow was as red as blood, dyeing through the layers of clouds and illuminating the mountain range as if it were soaked in cinnabar.
At the foot of the highest peak of this mountain range, stands a huge stone tablet with three bold characters engraved on it - Wangchuan Sect.
At this time, most of the monks in the sect were still lying on their beds.
There are also disciples who get up early and sit cross-legged alone on the rocks, facing the rising sun, closing their eyes to meditate, breathing and regulating their breath.
And in the deep underground prison of Wangchuan Sect, hundreds of abducted mortals are imprisoned.
To the monks of Wangchuan Sect, they were no longer considered "people", but just batches of "consumables".
Despair was written all over their faces, and every look in their eyes was as dim as death.
They were like lambs to be slaughtered, huddled in dark cages, not knowing when they would be sent into the alchemy furnace to be refined into pills.
"boom!"
Following a loud bang, the sleeping monks of Wangchuan Sect were startled by the sudden vibration and sat up suddenly. Some even rolled off the couch and fell to the ground.
And those disciples who were originally sitting cross-legged in meditation on the top of the mountain, in the plains, and by the streams also opened their eyes.
They suddenly saw a man holding a long knife, walking towards them in the air.
The bloody aura that permeated his body was even more intense than the blood-red morning glow in the sky.
Every time he swung the long sword in his hand, it brought with it a monstrous blood-red evil spirit, like a punishment from heaven!
Mountain peaks were split in half, palaces and towers collapsed, and everything within sight was razed to the ground.
The disciples of Wangchuan Sect could hardly believe their eyes.
Who is this person?
How dare you break into the gate of Wangchuan Sect alone to provoke trouble?
What's more... he is alone!
"Who is coming?!"
Soon, a deep and oppressive voice resounded throughout the entire mountain range.
Several elders and peak masters flew into the air, followed the sect leader, and blocked Xiao Mo.
Wangchuan Sect's leader, Lü Dingxin, suppressed the rage surging within him, frowned, and spoke in a deep voice, "I wonder why you've come here, brother? Why are you attacking me without explanation?"
Although Lu Dingxin judged from the spiritual power emitted by the other party that he was only a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, and he himself was in the Jade Pu Realm, he could suppress him with a flip of his hand.
But the problem is, how could a sane Nascent Soul cultivator come to his Wangchuan Sect for no reason and seek death?
"Wandao Sect—Xiao Mo."
Xiao Mo held the long knife in his hand, his tone calm as water, and every word clear.
"Xiao Mo of the Wandao Sect?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, with disbelief written all over their faces.
It's not like they haven't heard of this name.
They just couldn't understand why the candidate for the Holy Son of Wandao Sect would suddenly attack Wangchuan Sect?
"Is there any conflict between my Wangchuan Sect and your Sect?" Lu Dingxin asked cautiously in a softer tone.
Xiao Mo's identity forced him to be polite.
After all, Wandao Sect is one of the ten great demonic sects, so he had to give it this face.
What's more, the other party's master, Xue Kui, is a madman known to everyone in the Western Regions.
"It has nothing to do with the Wandao Sect. I came here only to destroy the sect."
After the last word fell, he said no more.
The long sword in his hand was suddenly raised, and a sharp blood-red sword energy tore through the sky and fell down with a bang!
Lu Dingxin and the elders beside him were horrified and quickly used their skills to evade.
As the knife fell, a huge crack with an unknown bottom suddenly appeared on the ground of Wangchuan Sect.
A huge mountain farther away was split right in the middle, the cross section was as smooth as a mirror, rocks rolled down with a roar, and dust filled the sky.
"Arrogant brat! Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have the support of the Wandao Sect?!"
Lu Dingxin was furious.
If it was just that his disciples accidentally offended the other party, he might be able to come forward to negotiate peace and give face to Wandao Sect.
But Xiao Mo wanted to destroy the clan without saying a word. This was simply too much!
"Kill him!"
Lu Dingxin no longer hesitated and shouted orders to the elders and peak masters around him.
Even though they belong to the same demonic path, the demonic path has its own rules.
What's more, Wangchuan Sect also has the support of "Emperor Beast Sect", one of the ten major demon sects!
Even if this ignorant Xiao Mo is killed today, he is asking for death himself and cannot blame others.
If the Wandao Sect comes knocking on their door in the future, the Emperor Beast Sect will never sit idly by!
However, the next moment, Lu Dingxin's pupils suddenly shrank——
He suddenly discovered that although Xiao Mo was only at the Nascent Soul stage, his strength was far beyond his imagination!
As soon as several elders and peak masters in the sect who were also in the Nascent Soul stage stepped forward, they couldn't even block his sword and were chopped down in an instant!
Compared with this person, their Nascent Soul stage is as weak as paper and can withstand no attack.
"Boy! Die!"
Lu Dingxin could no longer hold back. If he did not take action, he was afraid that all the peak masters and elders of Wangchuan Sect would be slaughtered by him!
He pointed directly at Xiao Mo in mid-air——
In an instant, several blazing fire dragons roared out from his fingertips and pounced on the opponent with the power to burn the sky.
Xiao Mo just swung his sword indifferently, and the blood-red sword energy tore through the sea of fire, broke through the flames, and slashed towards Lu Dingxin again.
Lu Dingxin dodged hurriedly, but several monks behind him who were unable to dodge in time were slightly affected by the residual sword energy and died on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Mo swept his sword horizontally, and a powerful bloody aura spread out like ripples, as if to tear the entire sky apart.
Lu Dingxin swallowed hard.
Although he was unwilling to admit it, judging from the two slashes he just made...
Even with my cultivation level at the late stage of Yu Pu Realm, I am afraid I can’t stop him!
After retreating dozens of feet, Lu Dingxin no longer held back.
He gripped the sect leader's token tightly and used all his strength to activate the Wangchuan Sect's protective formation!
At the same time, Lu Dingxin summoned his own magical weapon - a magic weapon shaped like a mountain and sea seal that grew in the wind, instantly covering the sky and the sun, and the shadows of numerous mountains slammed down on Xiao Mo!
"cracking!"
As a sharp phoenix cry sounded, the sect protection formation condensed into a blazing fire phoenix and rushed straight towards Xiao Mo!
Xiao Mo held the knife in one hand and chanted the magic spell.
The blood in his body was boiling and roaring as it rushed. The murderous energy was madly rushing through his bones, tendons and blood vessels, almost tearing his body apart!
In an instant, the entire sky was dyed blood red, and the rising sun seemed to melt into the sky, dim and without light.
Houses, grass, trees... everything was soaked in blood.
Xiao Mo, hanging in the air, looked down at all living beings like a monarch who controlled life and death.
The seventh move of the Blood Demon Sword Technique: Heaven and Earth Are Red.
Xiao Mo used the Blood Demon Sword Technique to connect with the avenue of heaven and earth, causing the bloody evil energy around his body to madly pour into the heaven and earth, turning this small piece of heaven and earth into a sword domain.
The sword realm is like the sword realm of a sword cultivator.
However, this move "Heaven and Earth Are Red" is extremely dangerous.
When performing the technique of Tiandi Xu Hong, one cannot continue to suppress the evil spirit in the body. Instead, one must release all the blood evil in the body and let the murderous intent surge like a torrent.
Xiao Moxu had to seek a trace of clarity in the madness and hold on to the last bit of rationality.
The more people you kill, the more evil energy accumulates in your body, and the greater the power of Tiandi Xuhong becomes.
But at the same time, it becomes more difficult to control the virtual red of heaven and earth.
Xue Kui once told Xiao Mo that this move should be avoided as much as possible, because every time you use it, your mind and blood will be contaminated by the bloody evil energy until you are completely lost.
Throughout the ages, countless people who practiced the Blood Demon Sword Technique lost their true nature in this "red sky and earth" and turned into "blood demons" who only knew how to kill.
But it’s more than just this one move?
From the seventh move of the Blood Demon Sword Technique, each move thereafter would directly devour the soul and test one's heart.
If not, how could the Blood Demon Sword Technique be worthy of being called the "Demon Way" by the world?
"Xiao Mo..."
Wang Xin, who arrived at Wangchuan Sect a step late, stood on the ground, staring blankly at the bloody and demonic figure in the air.
She knew she was powerless to stop him.
He would never listen to himself.
Swing the knife!
The Naling Knife in Xiao Mo's hand was like a red pen, dipped in scarlet evil spirit, and cut the first mark in this painting of heaven and earth.
The blazing fire phoenix formed by the Wangchuan Sect's protective formation was beheaded by him with one sword, and it wailed and shattered!
The second knife rises again!
The blade drew a tide of blood across the sky, slashing towards the phantom of the mountain that was pressing down heavily.
"boom!!!"
A resounding roar echoed throughout the land, and a giant blade formed from a sea of blood slammed into the shadows of the mountains and shattered them.
The Mountain and Sea Seal that Lu Ding had just sacrificed cracked into a crack.
"puff--"
The leader of Wangchuan Sect suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
His natal magic weapon was damaged, and his soul was also severely damaged.
“We must go!”
Lu Dingxin no longer had the will to fight and turned around to escape.
But he had just flown less than ten feet when Xiao Mo's figure disappeared like a ghost.
When he reappeared, the Naling Sword had pierced through Lu Dingxin's chest, nailing him to the ground like a meteor.
"boom--"
Dust flew and the ground cracked into pits.
When the smoke and dust cleared, Lü Dingxin was pinned to the bottom of the pit by a long knife. Blood flowed from his mouth and he wailed with difficulty: "Please… Please spare my life… Just spare me… I can give you anything…"
Xiao Mo's blood-red eyes looked down at him as if he were an ant: "But all I want is your life."
Before he finished speaking, he swung the long sword upwards, and the bloody and murderous energy exploded.
Lu Dingxin exploded into a bloody mist on the spot, and his body and soul were completely destroyed.
After the sect leader died, everyone's hearts suddenly tensed up. They no longer had any intention of resisting Xiao Mo and wanted to escape.
However, the Wangchuan Sect had long been shrouded in the "Red Heaven and Earth", which was like a barrier that trapped them tightly inside. No one could escape, and there was nowhere to escape.
Xiao Mo seemed to have become the master of this world.
He can appear in any corner at will, and his figure is like a ghost, difficult to catch.
Under Wangxin's gaze, the monks in the sky exploded one after another, turning into balls of scarlet blood mist, like gorgeous fireworks.
Their lives were like grass in Xiao Mo's hands, crushed to pieces at will, and even their struggles seemed futile.
The bloody aura surrounding Xiao Mo became increasingly dense, and his eyes became redder and redder.
"boom!"
With a dull sound, the long sword in Xiao Mo's hand broke through a magic weapon and pierced directly into the chest of a peak master, then lifted him up high.
The man had a jade token hanging around his waist, with "Master of Baigui Peak" clearly engraved on it.
Xiao Mo stared at him, his tone unusually calm: "Do you know Qian Zhenhao?"
The head of Baigui Peak coughed violently, blood continuously pouring out of his mouth. "Ahem... I know, he's my disciple... Did he offend you? Don't worry... I will make him suffer a fate worse than death... I only beg you to spare my life."
Xiao Mo did not respond to his plea for mercy, but continued to ask:
"Then do you know someone called 'Tang Kuang'?"
"Tang Kuang?" The Hundred Ghosts Peak Master endured the pain of the blood evil corroding his lungs and thought with difficulty, "Who... is Tang Kuang?"
"He's an ordinary, honest man. He's my third brother."
Before Xiao Mo finished speaking, he had already thrust his long sword upwards. In an instant, the opponent exploded into a ball of blood mist and dissipated into the air.
Xiao Mo turned to look at the disciples of Wangchuan Sect who were pinned to the ground by the bloody evil aura and unable to move, without any fluctuation in his eyes.
He swung his sword again, and the cold bloody aura swept through their bodies like a tide. In an instant, everyone's cultivation was destroyed.
Afterwards, Xiao Mo picked up the jade token of the leader of Wangchuan Sect and after interrogating two monks, he learned the location of the dungeon.
He ordered all the monks to gather on the plain outside the dungeon, opened the dungeon door with a token, and cut all the chains of the cage with one sword.
The ordinary people who had been detained for a long time were initially shocked and no one dared to move.
They don't know what's happening outside.
Until the first person who mustered up the courage stumbled out.
Then the second, the third...
More and more people followed out.
An hour later, when they all escaped from the dungeon, they stood on the plain and looked up.
What I saw was the cracked earth, the split mountain, the collapsed house, and the figure of a man not far away.
At this moment, Xiao Mo swung his knife again.
In an instant, wailing sounds were heard everywhere. The tendons of the Wangchuan Sect disciples were broken, and their legs were locked to the ground by evil spirits, unable to move an even a step.
Xiao Mo's voice penetrated the ears of every ordinary person:
"Now that the Wangchuan Sect is gone, if you have any grudges, you can take revenge now."
At first, they looked at each other. No one dared to move, and no one dared to believe it. The long-term oppression and fear made them stand still.
However, the next moment, a ragged girl walked out of the crowd trembling.
She picked up a long sword that had fallen to the ground, clenched her hands, and suddenly let out a heart-wrenching cry, stabbing a Wangchuan Sect disciple in the chest.
"Give me back my brother! Give me back my mother! Give me back my innocence!!!"
She cried and stabbed the other person frantically.
Blood splattered on her face and clothes.
The disciple died soon after.
But she still did not stop, striking with one sword after another, as if she wanted to vent all her hatred.
More and more people picked up the weapons scattered on the ground and rushed towards the monks who had oppressed and tortured them.
Those who had no weapons picked up stones and smashed them down.
Even the stones had been picked up, so they pounced on them and bit them with their teeth and tore them apart with their hands.
Someone got his revenge and knelt on the ground crying loudly.
Some people laughed wildly, and their laughter echoed across the plain.
The entire land was gradually stained with blood, and as far as the eye could see, there was no Wangchuan Sect monk left alive.
Wangxin stared blankly at everything in front of her, her eyes trembling, her small hands tightly clutching the lapels of her clothes at her chest, and indescribable emotions spread in the girl's heart.
The plain in front of me looked like a purgatory.
Xiao Mo, holding the blood-stained Naling Knife, walked step by step to Wang Xin. His voice pierced through the thick blood like a sharp blade:
"You Buddhists talk about compassion, but who will pity them?"
After he finished speaking, Xiao Mo passed by her, leaving only his words lingering in the girl's ears:
"Go back to your Buddhist temple and recite your sutras.
If you continue to follow me, you will be the next one to be beheaded."
(End of this chapter)
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