Chapter 450 - Tragic Death (2)
Chapter 450 Tragic Death (2)
“Shameless villain, you must have attacked my Shu Mountain disciple and snatched his flying sword inheritance! You still want to argue after landing in my hands today?”
With a thought, the Immortal Slaying Flying Sword split into two, two into four, and four into eight. Soon, it transformed into thousands of flying swords that were fake and real. They circled around the sword tip and pointed at the other party.
He could pierce the fat cultivator’s heart with a thousand swords at any time.
The Myriad Sword Technique executed by Jiang Li was obviously much more brilliant than the sword of light that the pudgy cultivator had created earlier.
The Immortal Slaying Flying Sword’s main body enlarged by a hundred times. The sword body coiled with the aura of two Emperor Dragons and hung above Zhang Bobo’s head.
He possessed the Human Emperor’s Qi and the bloodline of the Dragon Race. The power of the Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword in the Shu Mountain Sword Technique was peerless in his hands.
Obviously, Jiang Li did not believe this fellow’s words.
There were only a few Soul Formation sword cultivators from the Shu Mountain Five Elements Peak. Jiang Li had seen all of them before, but there was no such person.
The short and stout cultivator, who was pointed at by the Myriad Sword Technique and the Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword, broke out in a cold sweat.
“You! You also know the Shu Mountain Sword Technique!”
“Could it be that you’re a disciple of the Five Elements Peak?”
“Wait! Misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding. My master is the Cliffless Sword, Pei Zhong!”
“Senior Brother, wait! We’re from the same
sect.”
In order to live, the stout cultivator even called him senior brother. He was at least dozens of years older than Jiang Li.
However, his words still spared his life.
Only the phantom sword that was split out stabbed into the 18 major acupuncture points in his body, sealing off the possibility of this guy using other methods.
The Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword above pressed against the space between his brows, but it did not fall in the end.
“Fellow Daoist, why make things up! The Cliffless Sword, Pei Zhong, died a thousand years ago. Where did your master come from?”
When Jiang Li heard this name, he only felt that it was a little familiar at first. He also thought for a long time before recalling that he had once seen such a name on the tablet of the Shu Mountain Spirit Hall.
He felt that the other party’s words were ridiculous, but Zhang Bobo being able to say this name also surprised him.
After all, he was a person from a thousand years ago. Even if it was a true Shu Mountain disciple, they might not be able to call him that.
“Dead? That’s not right. I saw my master a month ago. He’s still alive and well.”
“There’s also Uncle-Master Luo Xinghe and Uncle-Master Le Canghai. They opened a Shu Mountain Sword Hall with my master. Senior Brother, have you… never seen them before?”
He said the names of two more dead people, causing Jiang Li’s expression to change slightly.
This stout cultivator did not seem to be lying to him.
Moreover, it was unlikely to make a poor lie about people who had already died.
However, the flying swords of those three were still worshiped in the Shu Mountain Sword Tomb. If they were really alive, how could there be no news sent back for a thousand years?
“Where are the three seniors now?”
“Master won’t let me… Tragic Death City! They’re all in Tragic Death City!”
The tip of the Immortal Slaying Flying Sword was clearly more convincing than his master’s instructions.
However…
“The Land of Blood… Tragic Death City?!”
This was the second time Jiang Li had heard this name.
The last time he had heard of it was at the floating auction in Phoenix Sun City.
At that time, a strange Earth-rank artifact from the Tragic Death City had appeared at the auction and was finally taken down by the people of the Myriad Slaughter Sect.
In the end, the Blood King Crown was worn on the head of the Myriad Slaughter Sect’s Sect Master, Wu Fan.
Due to the grudges with the Myriad Slaughter Sect, Jiang Li had specially asked about that place.
However, the mysteriousness of that place was not inferior to the three divine pillars of the Divine Judgment Hall.
There were very few rumors in the market. They were also those common stories of poor young people.
For example, those who had accomplished nothing suddenly entered the Tragic Death City one day and obtained the guidance of an expert inside. After they came out, they jumped over the wall and created a legend of establishing a sect.
In the past, this kind of story could only be heard.
However, looking at Zhang Bobo in front of him, Jiang Li suddenly felt that the situation in Tragic Death City was probably deeper than he had imagined.
This short and fat sword cultivator might be the best guide.
“Fellow Daoist Zhang Bobo, since you say that you’re a Shu Mountain disciple, then I’ll temporarily take you back to the Five Elements Peak to acknowledge your ancestors!”
On the other side, on the map of the Eastern Region of the Azure Cloud Continent, it was marked as an extremely dangerous area, a place of blood.
A faint blood-colored fog filled the air. In the whistling wind, it was as if there were ghosts wailing in unwillingness.
Today, more than a hundred flying ships had intruded into this dangerous place.
The flying ships flew extremely slowly. They squeezed through the fog bit by bit and slid warily here at a height that was almost touching the ground.
If one approached, they would discover that these flying ships were connected by thick iron chains. The edges of the ships were almost touching each other.
“Lord Sect Master, the lock on the ship behind us is broken. We lost three more flying ships.”
On the flagship in the center of the flying ship group, a Blood Saber Elder was kneeling on the deck and handing a thick chain to Wu Fan.
He reported the losses of the fleet with a defeated expression. This was not the first time such a thing had happened since they entered this bloody place.
On the three flying ships that had just been lost, there was a Blood Saber Elder who was not inferior to him.
This made him feel deeply helpless. Since when did Soul Formation cultivators disappear so silently?
Up until now, they did not even know how those ships had disappeared.
The danger of this bloody place was beyond their expectations.
After the huge flying ship fleet entered this area, they began to mysteriously disappear.
Later on, they even used iron chains to connect the flying ships together. However, even so, the thick rune chains would still inexplicably break.
As they advanced, only half of the remaining fleet was left. The losses were unprecedented.
Wu Fan looked at the cut section. It was as if some creature had forcefully broken the chain with its teeth. He only nodded indifferently.
If they could come and go as he pleased, could it still be called the Land of Blood?
Those dead disciples were actually sacrifices for them to pass through. Each one that died would allow one to pass. This was the rule of entering the Land of Blood.
“Pass down the order, throw in the Tragic Death Souls.”
The saber-wielding slave beside the Myriad Slaughter Sect Master, Wu Fan, had already been replaced by a fair-skinned female cultivator.
With his order, the saber-wielding female cultivator took out a black bolt of lightning and shot it at the fog.
After receiving the order, the remaining flying ships began to throw out jars with talismans.
The jar shattered on the ground, and countless transparent figures immediately surged out.
Although the quality was far inferior to the ghost soldiers in Jiang Li’s coffin, the number was far greater.
The Myriad Slaughter Sect easily massacred cities and destroyed countries. They had never lacked ghosts.
After the souls of these people who had died tragically were released, they were first confused for a moment before walking towards the same place as if they were attracted by something.
Behind the heads of these Tragic Death Souls, there was a faint black thread that stretched back to the flying ships of the Myriad Slaughter Sect.
The power of one soul was insignificant. Ten, a hundred, a thousand were similarly not worth mentioning.
However, if it was a million, ten million, or even more, it was enough to gather a force that could make people look sideways.
Using these souls as the servants, they pulled the remaining flying ship of the Myriad Slaughter Sect and slowly walked towards a certain place in the fog.
“Only with the guidance of those who died tragically can we find the legendary Tragic Death City!”
One day, two days, three days… After seven days, most of the Tragic Death Souls had already dissipated.
A large number of jars were thrown out of the Myriad Slaughter Sect’s fleet, and the Tragic Death Souls continued to pull the flying ship.
Seven days passed like this. Finally, after seven times, a huge city slowly appeared in front of the blood-colored fog.
The ghosts holding the flying ship walked into the city in a daze.
However, to a living person, the city was like a mirage that could not be touched.
At this moment, Wu Fan gave another order.
Blood-colored daggers were distributed to all the remaining disciples of the Myriad Slaughter Sect.
The method to enter the city in front of them was very simple. They just had to slit their throat and stab their heart.