The first realm, Nanyuan.
Ghost sacrifice to ancestors.
Because it has two true gods, the Guiji Sect has a deeper foundation than the Jiuli Sect, and there are a total of nineteen immortal masters in the sect.
Xing Heng is one of them.
For any sect, the Immortal Realm is the backbone, and the creation of each one consumes a huge amount of resources from the sect.
Therefore, the life of a great cultivator in the Immortal Realm is also very important.
At this moment, Shang Ye, the current leader of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, was standing in the dark stone hall where the “Soul Tablets” were placed.
He took out the "Soul Card" corresponding to Xing Heng and injected his spiritual consciousness into it to check.
Everything that Xing Heng experienced in the quarter of an hour before his soul was annihilated was imprinted in the "Soul Plate".
He watched Xing Heng communicate with people through the black jade waist badge, watched Xing Heng jump out of the Ghost Cloud Ship, and watched Pang Jian come over with the Source Demon Sword.
He also watched Xing Heng being killed by Pang Jian.
"Sword Tower, Pang Jian."
Shang Ye immediately knew what had happened.
He was deeply shocked at first.
The terrifying thunder from the Qingming ghost fire and the truth of the great way contained in it made even him, who was familiar with the mysteries of the ghost way, feel uneasy.
After calming himself down, he began to think further.
"Xing Heng, why did he insist on capturing and killing Dong Tianze? Why did he refuse to give up after Pang Jian showed up? The person standing behind Xing Heng is..."
Shang Ye thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he decided to report to the Ghost Mother in person.
…
Deep in the Ghost Sacrifice Sect.
A barren rocky mountain, bound by many rusty chains, with only a small temple on the top of the mountain.
The chains, bearing strong traces of time, occasionally emit creepy ghost moans, as if the chains are connected to the underworld and can lead to another time and space.
The temple on the top of the mountain seemed like a pagoda that suppressed all evil spirits and ghosts, and it had supreme majesty.
After Shang Ye stood in front of the temple, he reported the death of Xing Heng in detail through the stone gate.
Then he waited in silence.
After a long time, the ghost mother's voice sounded faintly from the temple: "What Wen Tao is thinking about, even I can't guess."
The guardian Xing Heng and the second elder Jiang Cen are both from Mu Wentao's lineage.
Being in the same immortal realm, it is not so easy for Jiang Cen to command Xing Heng. Judging from the picture that Shang Ye saw through the "Soul Card", the person who was talking to Xing Heng was definitely not Jiang Cen.
If it was Jiang Cen, Xing Heng would not be so cautious and respectful.
In the entire Ghost Sacrifice Sect, besides the Ghost Mother, there is only one other true god who can make Xing Heng so obedient.
Even Shang Ye, the sect leader, knew that he did not have the ability or the status.
Therefore, the one who instructed Xing Heng to capture Dong Tianze alive and still refused to give up after Pang Jian showed up was Mu Wentao, another true god of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect.
—He is also Guimu’s junior fellow apprentice.
Shang Ye bowed his head and asked: "Duijian Tower, what should I do?"
"The human race needs a swordsman who is stronger than Li Zhaotian, and even more so, a powerful sword god." The ghost mother's voice was emotionless and she said coldly: "In this era, no true god will prevent the birth of the strongest sword god. I can't stop it, and Wen Tao certainly can't do that either."
Shang Ye turned his head and looked at a grave a hundred miles away, and said: "Then..."
"Don't do anything as the leader of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect. Wen Tao is not in the sect at the moment, and I don't know where he has gone. I will wait for him to come to me on his own initiative." The Ghost Mother said again.
Shang Ye nodded respectfully: "Then I understand."
…
As a casual cultivator, Shang Xiuchun was able to take root in Hongdu City and be promoted to the Immortal Realm. Naturally, he had extraordinary qualities.
His outstanding feature is that when he senses danger, he can get away at the first possible moment.
He had painstakingly managed Hongdu City for many years, setting up a trading area in the city, and creating teahouses, taverns, and all kinds of entertainment venues for those casual cultivators who lived on the edge of a knife to enjoy themselves.
By doing so, he obtained tens of millions of spiritual stones and jades.
Hongdu City has always been a huge gold mine in his hands, and its importance to him is self-evident.
However, when he realized that this piece of Hongdu's broken land had become a gaming ground chosen by some terrifying force, and that it also involved the Sword Tower and the Ghost Sacrifice Sect.
He immediately cut his meat and left.
"To be alive, to survive in this troubled world, is the most important thing."
After shooting out of Hongdu Shattered Land like a ghost lightning, Shang Xiuchun was reluctant to leave. He looked back and sighed, "Why did you gods choose the Hongdu Shattered Land that I manage when you are fighting?"
He didn't know what kind of power was involved in the dark, but he knew he couldn't afford to provoke it.
After taking a look, he regrouped his strength and thought about where to escape to under a false name.
"The most dangerous place is the safest, Demon Abyss."
He quickly finalized his target.
At this moment, an extremely large bone door suddenly appeared in the void in front of him.
The thousand-foot-high bone gate was open.
Behind the door, an ancient city made of bones vaguely emerged, with many fleshless and dry skeletons walking in the city.
Those dry bones are not limited to humans, but also include ferocious beasts, alien races, and many other species that have disappeared in the long river of time.
A skinny figure, wearing a loose gray-white robe, walked out of the magnificent bone door with a smile on his face.
After coming out, he advised gently: "Shang Xiuchun, Hongdu City cannot do without you, please go back."
"White Bone Sect, White Bone Saint Lu Qinghe, you are still alive!"
Like the Blood Spirit Sect, the White Bone Sect was once a major sect in the Second Realm, and was also defined as a heretical sect by the major sects in the First Realm.
The leader of the White Bone Sect calls himself the White Bone Saint.
This evil sect knows how to refine bone puppets. Aliens, ferocious beasts, spiritual beasts, and humans can all be refined into bone puppets by the evil magic of the Bone Sect.
But this sect had been destroyed for nearly a thousand years, and every disciple of the White Bone Sect who appeared was killed.
In the past few hundred years, the White Bone Sect has gradually disappeared, and not even a single disciple has reappeared.
The last White Bone Saint of the White Bone Sect is Lu Qinghe in front of us. It is said that he was killed by Jiang Ran, the great elder of the Sword Tower.
After many years, Lv Qinghe unexpectedly reappeared in the world. Judging from his cultivation level... it seems that he has reached the peak of the immortal realm!
"It was you, Lu Qinghe, who lured Pang Jian into the Hongdu Broken Land and destroyed the space teleportation array?" Shang Xiuchun said in a deep voice.
"no."
Lu Qinghe smiled and shook his head. He stood in front of the thousand-foot-high bone gate, as small as a mosquito.
"I am just one of the blockers, and the route I blocked is this one." Lv Qinghe patiently explained to Shang Xiuchun, "There are several other routes that are blocked by sects like the Blood Prison Sect and the Black Wood Sect. This piece of Hongdu Fragmented Land only allows people to enter, but not leave."
"Brother Shang, please forgive me."
Lu Qinghe bowed with an apologetic look on his face.
The giant bone portal behind him, a thousand feet high, suddenly burst into a blazing white flame.
As the bone-chilling flames blazed, some skeleton giants strode out from the bone city behind the gate.
"Please go back!"
As soon as Lu Qinghe straightened his bent waist, a huge evil power suddenly surged out from the white bone portal.
Shang Xiuchun's body was pushed by the evil divine power, like a small insect in a rolling wave. He was unable to shake the power of heaven and could no longer control himself.
He just fell towards the broken land of Hongdu.
"City Lord!"
Those independent cultivators, who realized that things were going to get bad because of his decisive evacuation, also followed him out of Hongdu City.
But suddenly, he saw him retreating involuntarily from the void outside the Broken Land.
…
On the shore of the lake.
Dong Tianze broke through the surface of the lake and stopped beside Pang Jian. Then the two of them heard the terrified screams of those wandering cultivators coming from the void in the northernmost part of the Broken Land.
"There really is something fishy."
Pang Jian frowned and immediately rushed to a high altitude, gathering his divine power and looking towards the northern sky.
A huge portal made of bones stood in the void to the north of Hongdu. A number of fleshless bone puppets were walking out of the portal in a mighty manner.
"The Bone Gate!"
"The real evil sect, the White Bone Sect!"
"Bone Saint Lü Qinghe! Wasn't he killed by Jiang Ran from the Sword Tower? Why is he causing trouble again?"
The wandering cultivators screamed in fear.
When some people saw that the situation was not good, they planned to bypass the bone door and escape from the other side of the broken land.
A filthy sea of blood with a pungent smell appeared in the void to the west of the Broken Land. Several practitioners wrapped in bright red robes emerged from the filthy sea of blood, laughing loudly.
"The Blood Prison is here, do you dare to come in?"
A fat middle-aged woman, her face covered with thick makeup and her lips as if smeared with blood, laughed at those who approached her.
The thick white powder on her face, combined with the bright red at the corners of her mouth, made her look quite creepy.
"Blood Prison! Blood Prison Sect!"
A casual cultivator in the Soul Wandering Realm rushed to the location of the filthy sea of blood with his scalp tingling. When he heard the name of the Blood Prison, he was about to turn around and flee, but the fat woman raised her hand and pulled him back.
Dark red blood surged in her palm, generating an extremely strong suction force.
The wandering cultivator in the Soul Wandering Realm flew towards her palm involuntarily. His internal organs exploded and his flesh and bones burst on the way.
Before falling into her palm, the wandering cultivator turned into a ball of blood mud and merged into the dirty sea of blood.
"Blackwood Cult!"
"A follower of the Blackwood Cult has appeared!"
In the east of the Hongdu Shattered Land, some independent cultivators also let out strange cries of fear and despair.
Pang Jian turned his head and immediately noticed that a gloomy black forest had suddenly appeared in the void in the east.
The aura he felt from the gloomy black sea of trees was one of desolation and death.
In Pang Jian's mind, the alien god from another world suddenly appeared, who was residing in the body of the wooden man. That alien god had once tried to infect and swallow up Yunze's World Tree.
The breath He exudes causes all things to wither and die.
The Black Wood Cult must have some connection with him.
"Is it coming for you, or for Jianlou?" Dong Tianze summoned the Yinling Blood Halberd, looked around for a few times, and said in a deep voice: "You should ask Jianlou for help immediately."
"And I will tell her about it."
Dong Tianze took the initiative to communicate with Pang Lin using the eyebrow mark.
…
(End of this chapter)