"Don't touch them? Ha."
"How can you feel a thousand times more pain if we don't touch them?"
Qi Chong looked at the others in Ninghua Sect and said, "Oh right, there are them too."
"You don't think that just because I've dealt with these remnants, I'll let these people off the hook for now, do you?"
He wouldn't do something that would leave him with future troubles; if he were to do something, he would wipe them out completely.
"You, go."
Qi Chong casually uttered a sentence, and several evil cultivators beside him rushed into the crowd.
One can imagine what the outcome would be for a heretical cultivator in the Mahayana stage and a person with the highest Nascent Soul level.
The stench of blood, an extremely strong stench of blood, accompanied by screams that rose and fell, filled Shen Sangruo's nostrils.
Qi Chong wore a victor's smile, looking down at the carnage.
The evil cultivators do not kill people directly, but rather injure them and spread evil energy to corrupt them.
The evil aura slowly spread throughout Ninghua Sect, and soon several black clumps of energy appeared in Shen Sangruo's field of vision.
Ninghua Sect is like a microcosm, reflecting the current state of the entire cultivation world.
The blood seemed to dye the sky of the cultivation world red, and the true hell on earth was brought to life at this moment.
Shen Sanruo held a feather fan in her right hand and tried her best to unleash wave after wave of fire to clear away the evil energy.
Her flames are not extinguished upon encountering evil energy and can penetrate a considerable distance.
Qi Chong was slightly shocked by the scene before him; she had actually made such a leap in such a short time.
But compared to the countless evil energies, her flames were still too weak.
Her flames had no effect on the situation, and the injured continued to struggle in agony amidst the stench.
Qi Chong laughed wildly.
There was no way to deal with the unpleasant atmosphere here, and then Shen Sangri heard Qi Chong speak again.
"Ye Huai, is this how your sword broke back then?"
Her gaze suddenly turned towards Ye Huai and the others.
Then they saw Ye Huai's Shadow Sword being forcibly summoned and held in his hand.
*Pfft*
A malevolent cultivator transformed his spiritual power into a blade and instantly severed his wrist.
Ye Huai completely ignored the pain in his hands, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the Shadow Sword being trampled under the feet of the evil cultivator.
The next moment, the evil cultivator exerted force with his feet, and the Nether Shadow Sword instantly turned into countless fragments.
"Yo-yo!" His voice was almost a roar.
Ye Huai could clearly feel that his sword spirit, the Nine-Lives Cat, had also turned into fragments, and there was no way to repair it.
"Senior Brother!" Shen Sangruo's pupils contracted.
Immediately afterwards, Qi Chong turned his attention to the other people.
Song Weiyan was restrained by the evil cultivator. The tyrannical spiritual power surged into his body, instantly shattering all the meridians in his body. The spiritual power was still flowing wildly within him.
A burst of spiritual energy swept towards Bai Ruoan's eyes, gouging them out. After the excruciating pain, his vision returned to complete darkness.
Thick poison surrounded Su Xiyu, constantly seeping into her body. The stinging pain made her struggle uncontrollably, and her cultivation level regressed to zero in a short period of time.
Shi Zhili's soul was forcibly pulled out by the evil cultivator, and with just one palm strike, half of it was scattered. His body, having lost the support of his soul, collapsed to the ground.
The surroundings were filled with screams of agony. Ye Huai roared uncontrollably, Song Weiyan and Su Xiyu cried out in pain, Bai Ruoan's face was streaked with blood and tears, and Shi Zhili collapsed.
Each of these elements, when piled up, created a heart-wrenching despair.
"Do you see clearly? This is what happens when you oppose me!" Qi Chong said through gritted teeth.
As Shen Sanruo looked at the scene before her, her mind went blank. She stared intently at the sights, her eyes wide with fury.
She went through all the available methods and means in her mind again and again.
Each time was an endless despair.
They desperately tried to summon the ancestors of the transitional realm, but the ancestors were already too busy to help themselves.
What should she do to save the cultivation world and save them?
What exactly is the turning point for the cultivation world?
Why is it that all the parts of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Master's prophecy concerning evil cultivators have come true, yet the turning point for the cultivation world has yet to appear?!
"Perhaps there's no chance at all!"
A desperate voice echoed in my ears; if this continued, the cultivation world would be completely overrun in a few days.
Shen Sanruo gripped the feather fan tightly, her fingertips already showing a section of white bone corroded by the evil energy.
She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment and determination. Regardless of whether there was any turning point, she was here and determined to find it!
As she waved her feather fan, she looked towards the sky, where layers of dark clouds almost completely obscured the light.
Even at this point, is the Heavenly Dao still unwilling to reveal itself?
Was she wrong all along? Did Heaven never intend to care about the fate of the cultivation world from beginning to end?
Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, Shen Sangruo couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment towards the laws of nature.
As if struck by a thought, she stared intently at the sky.
She remembered that when she first made contact with the ancestors of the Transitional Realm, the Heavenly Dao also appeared.
"If you don't want to manage it, I'll make you manage it!" she said through gritted teeth.
Even though the Heavenly Dao only appeared for a moment, it had nothing to do with her summoning technique, nor did it form a pact with her.
She couldn't care less about all that; for the sake of the cultivation world, she would try her best no matter what method it took!
If you appear when she forms a contract with you during her summoning spell, it means you agree to be summoned by her!
Countless divine soul powers poured out from her body, and the sudden burst of power formed vortexes around her, stirring her clothes and hair.
The gauze on his left hand was torn, revealing the white bone from his fingertips to his forearm.
A hand that had completely lost its flesh and blood and a hand that had lost half its flesh and blood were rapidly forming hand seals.
Qi Chong and the group of evil cultivators naturally noticed her actions.
They were used to it; Shen Sanruo had already tried all sorts of methods to save these people.
In their eyes, this was nothing more than the resistance of ants, insignificant and only inviting more ridicule.
"Using summoning magic again?" Qi Chong lifted his eyelids. "Weren't the connections between you and those people in the Transitional Realm forcibly severed?"
This time, Shen Sangruo's aura clearly showed that she had staked all her strength.
Qi Chong had only one thought in his mind: the harder he tried, the more heartbroken he became.
"You haven't given up yet? What else can you summon?"
The sarcasm in his voice was extremely strong.
The evil cultivators crossed their arms and stared at her, looking at her as if she were a clown, completely disregarding her actions.
Shen Sanruo seemed not to hear their words, focusing her attention on the summoning spell, making the most of every second to summon.
But the other end of the summoning spell was empty; she couldn't find a target to summon.
She'll keep searching until she finds her! She's determined to expose the Heavenly Dao today!
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