Chapter 143: Chapter 137: You disrupted my originally good mood!
Corpses float, blood pools converge, resentment surges.
Chang Qing looked pale into the distance, at what seemed like a hell on earth cut apart by the surrounding beautiful scenery.
He had killed people before, his hands stained with quite a bit of blood.
But even so, the scene before him impacted him greatly.
Because... the dead people weren’t due to the conflicts between cultivators.
Instead, they were slaughtered like livestock!
"Chang Qing, what did you see?"
Noticing Chang Qing’s pale face, Xuan Qingzi asked with a slightly tense expression.
"A group of black-clad figures... thousands of mundane corpses, as if in... a blood sacrifice?"
Chang Qing suppressed the discomfort in his heart, speaking in a low tone.
Upon hearing this, everyone present was shocked and almost simultaneously exclaimed.
"Demonic cult!"
There were countless forces in the Cangyan Continent, but only the demonic cult was known for using such heaven-defying methods.
The demon path is divided into two types.
One type includes people like Kun Wu, the Peak Master of the Little Immortal Sect, who, although ruthless and cunning in their magic arts, walk the righteous path step by step.
But the other type, on the other hand, is the demonic cult overthrown by the Su family!
These people are adept at shortcuts and progress rapidly in cultivation, with no moral limits.
To speed up their cultivation, blood sacrifices of the mundane and traps for cultivators were commonplace.
In the Cangyan Continent, these demonic cults were targets of universal condemnation.
"How audacious!"
Old Sun was the first to shout angrily, a sweeping flip of his sleeve sent a huge palm promptly descending.
Bang!
A giant palm, hundreds of meters wide, fell straight onto the barrier in the sky.
This barrier wasn’t meant for defense but rather for cover, how could it withstand a Saint’s strike?
It only took an instant for the barrier to explode.
"Heh, it’s truly unfortunate, a Saint has arrived,"
With a flick of his hand, Moflame blocked the palm print effortlessly, looking at Old Sun without fear and mocking:
"Too bad, just you alone may not be enough."
The earthen vein branding was already nearing completion, and Moflame was also among the Saints.
Even if Old Sun notified the Su family now, it would be too late.
As for Uncle Fu...
In Moflame’s eyes, he was no different from ordinary folk.
"Young master, wait here, I’ll go meet him!"
Old Sun left behind a protective barrier with a sweep of his sleeve, then shouted angrily, charging straight at Moflame.
Moflame sneered disdainfully, also rising skyward, clashing with Old Sun.
Soon enough, deep in the sky, bursts of explosions sounded, clouds rolling endlessly.
Among the hundreds of demonic disciples, there were quite a few strong ones from the second and third boundaries, completely beyond what Chang Qing and the others could handle.
Yet they did not seek trouble with Chang Qing, protected as he was by a Saint.
Their task was simply to wait for the cult sacrifice to be completed and then leave smoothly.
"We’re just going to watch?"
"That guy seems to be refining something, looks like it’s almost done!"
Wu Yong scratched his ears in anxiety but had no way seeing so many enemies.
Chang Qing frowned silently, staring at the blood lake with floating corpses, pondering.
Xuan Qingzi glanced at Uncle Fu beside him, his smile unwavering.
"Just one Saint?"
Uncle Fu did not act; instead, he surveyed the surroundings for other potential targets.
He had already sent a message to the Su family; it wouldn’t be long before strong reinforcements arrived.
But before that, he needed to hold back these people.
"If I act now, it might scare the big fish away."
Uncle Fu pondered for a moment, looked at Chang Qing and the others, then smiled.
"Time delaying is good for honing skills too."
With that thought, Uncle Fu gently tapped the ground with his foot.
Bang!
Instantly, among the hundreds of demonic disciples, those above the first boundary exploded on the spot.
The number of them was easily fifty or sixty.
The scene stunned everyone present.
"Damn! Old Sun is awesome!"
Wu Yong was momentarily dumbfounded, then slapped his thigh and laughed heartily.
Chang Qing appeared enlightened, Xuan Qingzi’s smile was odd.
Above, Moflame glared at Old Sun with a face as dark as water, gritting his teeth:
"Fine, fine, fine! You stoop to killing younger ones!"
Old Sun was baffled too.
When did he strike?
If he did, wouldn’t he have slaughtered those lesser demon spawn directly?
Faced with a formidable enemy, Elder Sun didn’t have time to think too much. He sneered and said,
"What rules are there to speak of with you cold-blooded beasts of the demon cult? Kill them and be done!"
Magyan’s eyes swirled with demonic qi, and he spoke coldly with a slight smile, "I hope you’ll be as tough later!"
Elder Sun heard this and also sneered, "Calling for reinforcements? Do you think the demon cult’s people will arrive faster, or the Su family’s?"
"Then let’s find out!"
"Kill!"
Magyan roared in anger, sweeping forth with a sky full of black flames toward Elder Sun.
At the same time, below.
More than half of the people exploded beside themselves, and the disciples of the demon cult immediately fell into chaos.
And then, a calm voice sounded in everyone’s ears.
"Don’t panic; come to my side."
As the words fell, the demon cult disciples scattered like headless flies found their target and gathered in front of Mingzi.
Mingzi’s calm eyes swept over Su Changqing and the others, then he no longer paid attention and began the final step of the ritual.
"Only forty or fifty divine body realm left, can we fight?"
Wu Yong licked his lips, his eyes full of eagerness.
"Of course we can fight."
Xuan Qingzi glanced at the smiling Uncle Fu and then looked toward Mingzi,
"The two of us will draw away those disciples, Chang Qing..."
However, before Xuan Qingzi could finish, Su Changqing, with a solemn expression, had already stepped forward.
"Crushing Wheel!"
Su Changqing shot forth like an arrow, extending one hand, a sacred golden wheel a dozen feet wide floating above his palm,
"Annihilate!"
Su Changqing used all his strength to hurl the golden wheel fiercely.
Buzz!
The violently spinning golden wheel stirred up a storm, the sound of countless buddhas chanting echoed through the sky and earth.
The extreme power, combined with its razor-sharp spinning speed, caused a blinding burst of Buddha light to explode from the demon cult’s crowd.
"Block it!"
"Spurt!"
Forty or fifty disciples of the demon cult tried to resist, but the golden wheel came too fast and with terrifying power.
Just upon contact, over twenty demon cult disciples vomited blood and were blasted back.
Among them, seven or eight were instantly swept into the golden wheel and obliterated, blood splattering everywhere, limbs flying.
"Wow! Senior Brother is awesome!"
Wu Yong was stunned for a moment, then shouted excitedly and followed quickly.
"Is this the substance of being top-ranked on the Tianjiao list..."
Xuan Qingzi’s eyes flickered as he exclaimed.
These demon cult disciples had varied aptitudes and were far inferior in strength to the Tianjiao disciples within the Little Immortal Sect.
Yet even so, forty or fifty people still formed a considerable force.
But looking at the current situation, even without him and Wu Yong taking action, Su Changqing could handle it himself.
Even though they are in the same realm, the gap between a peerless Tianjiao and an ordinary cultivator is greater than that between a cultivator and a mortal.
"It seems I’ll have to kill you first before continuing the ritual."
Mingzi paused in his hand seals, turned to look at the attacking Su Changqing, and said calmly,
"You disturbed my otherwise good mood, die!"
Boom!
Demonic qi surged around Mingzi, his arm lightly raised, and a magic dragon a dozen feet long suddenly took shape!
"Roar!"
The magic dragon shook its head and flicked its tail, letting out a roar, opened its blood-filled maw, and swallowed the rapidly approaching Su Changqing.
"Tianjiao, huh..."
Mingzi’s mouth twitched slightly, preparing to turn and continue the ritual.
But at this moment...
"Life fire, ignite!"
Boom!
Overwhelming flames surged from within the magic dragon, then suddenly exploded, and the magic dragon was instantly blasted apart!
"Ground shrink!"
The boy covered in flames, shouted fiercely, the world shrank at his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Mingzi.
Not any fancy magical techniques, just a punch imbued with wild and terrifying power, smashed straight into Mingzi’s abdomen.
"Wow!"
Mingzi, who had maintained a calm countenance, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes bulging.
The unstoppable powerful force sent him flying like a cannonball, smashing him hard into the mountainside.
Mingzi looked on in a daze at the boy in flames, not uttering a word before his body dissipated into a wisp of black smoke.
Su Changqing breathed slightly, the burning flames gradually extinguishing.
He looked down at the lake of blood beneath his feet, and the floating remains, murmuring softly,
"You also disturbed my otherwise pleasant journey home..."
"Damn it!"