HLnovel Chapter 162 The Real Sacrifice Formation is Here
Chapter 162 The Real Sacrifice Formation is Here
Li Nian's heart was a little nervous, but he still controlled him and said respectfully, "I just admire your strategy, sir, and look forward to the day when my demon clan can unify the world of cultivation. I dare not overstep the line."
Mosha raised his head and laughed, "It's nothing, it's just that those cultivators are a bunch of idiots. They really think that it's so easy to break into my demon clan's territory."
"Sir, you've already predicted this. Those formations are just a deception. The real sacrificial formation is here."
Li Nian's fingertips trembled slightly, and his eyes widened in disbelief. The demons had captured so many civilians and made such a big scene just to cover up what was happening here.
So many lives are like grass in the eyes of the demons. They only sacrifice their own selfish desires, and the people are so innocent.
As if sensing Li Nian's grief and anger, Tuantuan gently rubbed her cheek to comfort her.
Mosha was completely in ecstasy, as if he had already seen the scene of the demon world unifying the world of cultivation and avenging his previous humiliation.
The next second, a message from the divine consciousness entered his ears, and he suddenly woke up, his expression becoming extremely respectful.
"Your command, I understand."
Facing his subordinates' doubts, Mosha said in a good mood, "Aren't you going to dig out the spiritual roots of those two cultivators? Let's go and give you this opportunity."
Several people followed Mosha, passed through several high-level restrictions, and came to an empty house.
Mosha turned his wrist, and the demonic energy gathered in his palm was like blooming orchid petals, emitting a penetrating fragrance, mysterious and weird.
A moment later, a magic array appeared out of thin air, filled with black runes. The patterns were intricate and delicate, exuding a mysterious aura.
A man in white was trapped in the center of the magic circle. The iron chains on both sides of the magic circle passed through the man's shoulder blades, making him unable to move. The blood that seeped out dyed his white clothes bright red, which was very dazzling.
He half-knelt on the cold ground, his head lowered, his hair disheveled, and he looked like a dead person, without a breath.
Li Nian's legs felt like they were filled with iron and lead. She stared intently, with a chilling coldness in her eyes.
Her senior brother was tortured like this, how dare the demons do this?!
Mosha and his companions walked in, their faces shining with excitement and a hint of ruthlessness in their eyes. They raised their palms and hit the chains on both sides of Baiji.
The chain was pulled suddenly, pulling at the wound on his shoulder. Bai Ji woke up from his coma, spit out a mouthful of blood, and raised his eyelids to look at Mosha and others.
"Baiji, do you still count on your sect and your master? They didn't come to save you. You are just an abandoned child." Mosha sneered.
Bai Ji gently moved his numb arms, his eyes without any warmth. He licked his dry lips without saying a word.
Even though he was kneeling and covered in blood, he still exuded his innate dignity and his pride was not lost in the slightest.
Mosha looked at Baiji with a cold and gloomy gaze. He hated these cultivators who claimed to be righteous the most. They were so hypocritical.
He smiled and said, not knowing what he was thinking about, "By the way, your junior sister is also here as a guest. When our master arrives, you can go meet her underground."
Bai Ji's eyelashes moved slightly, and his heart skipped a beat. Was the junior sister also captured?
Mosha kept staring at him, and after seeing the fluctuation in his eyes, he smiled triumphantly.
"Don't worry, you'll be able to meet soon."
Having said that, without further ado, he summoned his demonic energy and reached out to Baiji's dantian, intending to scrape out the spiritual root with his bare hands.
Baiji's pupils shrank slightly, and he moved his hands weakly, but he couldn't gather any spiritual power, so he could only watch.
At the critical moment, a long sword, like a bamboo breaking through, struck towards the hand with a sharp sword energy.
A scream broke the silence of the dungeon. Bai Ji was stunned for a moment, looked at the severed hand lying on the ground, and raised his head in surprise.
Mosha covered the wound on his broken palm, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he stared at the girl in front of him.
Li Nian took advantage of the situation to catch the returning light and stood in front of Bai Ji alone.
"Junior sister?! Who asked you to come? Go back." Bai Ji looked at the girl standing in front of him with an anxious look.
Li Nian pursed his lips, turned around and looked at Bai Ji, his brows full of determination, "I won't leave, brother, I will take you home."
Baiji was slightly stunned, and it seemed that a warm current spread throughout his body, and the pain in his shoulder seemed to be relieved a little.
Mosha's chest heaved violently, and when he saw that it was Li Nian, his eyes were full of shock.
"Li Nian?! How did you get out?"
Li Nian smiled with his eyes curved, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "Why don't you go underground and ask your fellow tribesmen?"
Mosha swallowed and had a bad premonition in his mind. A teenage girl not only broke the magic formation, but also killed more than a dozen Jindan monks.
How can this be? !
His heart was in turmoil, but he showed nothing on his face. He smiled coldly, "It doesn't matter. If he escapes, we'll just catch him back."
As he spoke, the pressure of a late Nascent Soul stage cultivator filled the entire dungeon. Li Nian blinked, seemingly unaffected.
Bai Ji behind him groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his handsome face was a little distorted, as if he was in some pain.
Li Nian was shocked, raised his hand to pull Tuan Tuan out of the palace, and threw him into Bai Ji's arms.
"Tuan Tuan, protect my brother."
After he finished speaking, his spiritual power surged, he grasped the long sword, spun around and kicked, kicking the demon cultivator in front of him several meters away. Then he swung his sword in the opposite hand, and a flash of blood flashed, and the demon cultivator in front of him died instantly.
The demon monk behind was commanding the demon soldiers, his pupils shrank slightly. The girl's strength was so terrifying that the demon cultivators at the same level didn't even have a chance to fight back and died in a few breaths.
On the other side, Tuan Tuan, who was suddenly thrown out, looked at Bai Ji stupidly and stared at him.
After hearing Li Nian's instructions, he subconsciously included Bai Ji in the protection range to prevent Bai Ji from being attacked by spiritual consciousness.
The pain in his consciousness disappeared instantly, and Bai Ji could finally breathe. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the ball of light in his arms.
A helpless smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Only the junior sister could throw out the ancient beast.
Tuan Tuan turned around and glanced at his master, then looked up at Bai Ji, and said in a childish voice, "Master, are you okay?"
Hearing this address, Bai Ji chuckled, "That's fine, go help your master first."
As one of the four great demon kings, Mosha's strength should not be underestimated. His cultivation in the late Nascent Soul stage is real. Li Nian, with only a Golden Core, has no chance of winning against him.
Tuantuan's tender little tentacles moved, but its master asked it to untie its senior brother's chains, so it had to obey.
So it shook its head and said in a childish voice, "No, Master let me save you first."
Bai Ji was stunned, but Tuan Tuan had already flown to the chain. He observed it for a while, lowered his head to sniff the chain, and muttered something in a low voice.
"Master, it will be a little painful, please bear with it."
On the other side, Li Nian's breathing became slightly disordered, and he landed steadily on the ground. Blood from the tip of his sword dripped down the sword body onto the ground.
All the demon soldiers were lying on the ground in a mess, with their limbs broken and blood still seeping out.