Above the Immortal Cultivation

As all the blood light on the bloody aperture repeatedly interweaves, intersperses, intersects, and shuttles back and forth, the entire inverted bowl-shaped aperture emits a strange smell of blood that seems to come from the Nine Netherworld. Gradually, the smell of blood becomes more and more intense. Comes heavier and sinks to the ground.

Countless grass and trees, flowers, residual trees, dead branches, fallen leaves growing on the ground... shrouded in this bloody smell, seemed to have been drained of life and began to decay, turning into drops of blood red. Droplets, droplets all over the mountains and plains merged together to form a small red beach. The red beach merged with other small depressions to form a larger beach...

When all the small beaches merged together, one-third of the mountainous area within a hundred miles had formed a blood-red lake half an inch deep.

At this time, all living things within a hundred miles seemed to have been harvested by the God of Death. Whether it was mountain cols, valleys, mountaintops, mountains, cliffs, flatlands, hills, fields... everything became bare.

Yao Jun looked at the desolate Baili radius and the small bloody lake that occupied one-third of the area. He knew that if he wanted to force out the Demon Clan and Feng Yan Sect, he must make every inch of land within the Baili radius become part of the small bloody lake.

If this is the case, at least half of the 7,700 golden elixir stage disciples carefully cultivated by various sects in the south will be lost to achieve this goal.

However, now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired, and it is difficult to dismount from the tiger.

He looked at the halo of light in the sky that had turned slightly red, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Gather the sea!"

Hearing this, the 7,700 monks looked at the tokens in front of them. The 7,000 tokens had almost disappeared. The 7,000 Golden Core monks seemed to have abandoned all emotions and spared no effort to move towards them. The token in front of him was crazily injected with mana. In an instant, the outline of the token gradually became clear again, and net after net of blood light poured into the aperture like a swallow returning to its nest.

The aperture again changed from light red to dark red and finally to blood red.

The four Nascent Soul stage Dzogchen monks once again used their deep magic power and pure blood essence to send a steady stream of crimson blood light to the aperture.

The strange smell of blood appeared again, and the hills one after another were constantly corroded by this smell, and then melted into blood-red droplets...

"ah!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

...

It's like bursts of screams coming from the depths of hell, it's terrifying to hear!

Nearly two-thirds of the 7,000 Golden Core Stage monks were already gray-faced, as if they would be shattered at any time. They roared wildly, and kept beating towards their hearts, and each mouthful of blood essence was integrated into the red token. , the outline of the token gradually became clear again, but as the entire mountain continued to liquefy, the token would become blurry again within ten breaths at most.

They completely gave up on their own life and death, and would only stop if the hundreds of miles around turned into a sea of ​​blood.

They kept taking out various kinds of elixirs to replenish mana and essence and blood, and finally when seven thousand people felt despair: It's done!

The mountains with a radius of hundreds of miles have been melted into a flat land, and an inch-deep sea of ​​blood seemed to have descended from the sky for no reason and was miraculously opened up by them using their magic, blood, and lives.

In ancient times, there was a clan of fine people who reclaimed the sea. Today, there are 7,704 of them building the sea.

The sea of ​​blood was reduced, their eyes and noses were sunk into their faces, and their faces were almost deformed. The four Yaojun stood up. Yaojun took out an exquisite formation flag that was so bright that it was red, and waved it gently towards the void.

In an instant, the storm surged, and the seven hundred small groups felt a wave of blood coming, and they were hidden by the monstrous blood sea formation.

Yaojun waved again, and the small waves in the sea of ​​​​blood within a radius of a hundred miles began to pile up. Waves of whistling sounds sounded in the sea of ​​​​blood. Countless bloody skeletons were like boiling blood bubbles. When the blood bubbles burst, from It emerged from the sea of ​​​​blood and let out a strange sound of "oooh" with anger in it.

Immediately, "oooh"s kept ringing in the sea of ​​blood. They jumped freely in the sea of ​​blood, leaping a distance of fifty feet, and gathered in a certain direction as if they were walking on flat ground.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, it seems that we have underestimated Yao Jun and the other four, and we have fallen into a trap!" Crazy Ape said with some dejection.

"Yes, the blame is that this formation has subverted our general understanding of the formation. We originally thought that we were covered by the aperture, and this formation was already in operation. Who would have thought that the operation would return to operation, and the opening would be another time. The thing is, ordinary formations can already activate the attack, defense or magical powers of trapping people while they are in operation. It seems that this formation is not trivial. The initial operation is just a blind method, and we are also trapped in wanting to get out from the ground. In the circle outside, when our people sank three thousand miles underground, the faint red halo still existed as it sank. We tried all means and could not break it, so half an hour ago , we regard this formation as a pure trap formation. When they are broken into pieces and they are hurting themselves, if we launch an attack, the initiative now lies with us. "Chen Yufeng said with a sigh.

"For the current plan, we can only withdraw the formation. At worst, we will fight with real swords and guns. I don't believe that we can't defeat them with more than ten times more strength than theirs." The fiery Yuan Sha was angry. The ground spoke.

"No, although the formation we set up is being corroded by this blood-red stuff, I guess they must have spent a huge price to get this blood-red liquid. Let them attack. Once they break through our formation, it will be our time to counterattack." Chen Yufeng immediately stopped Yuansha's suggestion and said with finality.

"Well, I support Chen Daoyou's decision." Yuan Fengzi seemed to suddenly understand Chen Yufeng's meaning and agreed.

Let him be strong, the breeze blows over the hills; let him be arrogant, the bright moon shines on the river.

Since they have lost the initiative, they can't panic at all now. They must stay calm and not let themselves fall into anger and lose their sense of proportion.

Since the human race has spent a huge price to set up this formation, they will definitely pay a greater price when breaking their formation. If they withdraw the formation in anger at this time and fight a bloody battle with the other party, then they will fall into the human race's strategy of luring the snake out of the hole. At present, they can only keep their troops still and let them break the formation, so as to give them more consumption.

When the madman heard that the opponent had already arranged everything and they were trapped, he also had the same view as the devil, and he couldn't help but rush out and make a desperate attempt to fight to the death.

Thinking about it now, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

No wonder the human race, which was originally the weakest among thousands of races, finally became the leader of the group. It is not unreasonable.

Such a strategy alone makes them feel inferior.

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Author's words:

Finally, I have done two chapters this week. I hope I can make up for the three chapters last week. Thank you!