776: C776 Owl Nightmare

C776 Owl Nightmare

Previously, the Flying Cloud Panther had appeared too suddenly, its defense was insufficient, and it had caused a large number of warriors to lose their lives. As such, he had no choice but to suggest taking the surviving warriors away, and running towards the Zixia Mountain for help. Fortunately, the door was not closed.

The Guipin Sect cultivators all covered their bodies with black robes, even hiding their faces. Only two of them could see, and their entire bodies were emitting an evil aura. When Qing Yu and the rest saw the five of them, they couldn't help but take a step back.

"Tsk tsk, what, are you afraid of us?" Not to mention the warriors from Qing Yu's group, even Feng Yimo did not feel comfortable. He stood in front of Qing Yu's group in a flash, cupped his fists and said: "Sir, you should be able to deal with the monsters outside. You have attracted so many beasts, if you do not work together to eliminate them, countless of them will die here!"

The cultivator was stunned, he could not believe that the little warrior would dare to talk to him like this. Just as he was about to get angry, a petite Guipin Sect cultivator beside him stopped him, "Deal with the demon beasts first!"

"Yes sir!" The cultivator took out his magic treasure unwillingly and started to attack the demonic beasts outside the spirit barrier.

Because of the addition of 30 Maharet cultivators, their strength had increased greatly, causing the Devil Flame Elephant and Flying Cloud Panther outside to suffer heavy casualties. However, the Puppet Beast Elder Ji and the others summoned had suffered, in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, more than twenty of them were destroyed, causing them great heartache!

Among them, the most difficult part was maintaining the two cultivators with the spirit protection restrictions. Their mana consumption was extremely fast, and they would occasionally consume spirit pills to replenish their elemental energy.

When the last Flying Cloud Leopard was killed, the two cultivators couldn't hold on any longer and their defensive spirit barrier shattered with a "bo" sound. The remaining cultivators were also exhausted to the point of turning pale and gasping for breath.

Around them were 2000 demonic flame elephants and over 3000 Cloud Leopards. Their blood dyed the surrounding several thousand feet of ground red, forming rivers of blood!

Fortunately, there were no commander level demon beasts this time.

Feng Yimo waved his hand and led all the warriors to shuttle through the corpses to cut off the noses of the demon beasts that were not completely dead. Their noses were a type of delicacy, and if the cultivators didn't want to eat it, then these warriors would need a large amount of food.

As for the Magic Flames Elephant's precious ivory, he did not dare to touch it. Those were all belonging to the cultivators.

The Flying Cloud Panther's wings were not bad, they could be used to refine flying magical equipment, but it was a pity that Feng Yimo could not act rashly.

"Elder De, please help us collect these elephants' noses, they can be our food!" Feng Yimo pleaded with Elder De.

However, they were small in numbers and didn't need much. After all, one elephant's nose was over ten zhang long and there were twenty of them. This was more than enough for them to eat for a long time.

Seeing that, the cultivators from the Guipin Sect patted the Storage Bag on their waists, releasing dozens of warriors, "Go, collect the elephant nose!"

Feng Yimo and the rest were shocked, because they did not expect to see a eliminated practitioner here, and even a person from Hsingyi Mansion. However, all of them were in a muddled state, their eyes were unfocused, and their eyes were blurred, as if they had lost their consciousness. However, all of their eyes were red, their sockets were dark, and their Profound Spirit Qi was strong, comparable to a low level Martial Master!

What happened to them?

When Feng Yimo looked at the familiar Hsingyi Mansion Ranker through the Great Wisdom Eye, he saw a bloody and tragic scene in his mind: All the warriors that were eliminated from the Zixia Mountain were gathered in a huge cave by the five great sects. There were more than three thousand people there, and all of them dreamed of entering a cultivation sect and becoming one of the immortals.

However, what awaited them was a gigantic Blood Pool, which was tens of thousands of meters wide filled with rolling red beast blood. Cultivators of the five major sects rushed all the warriors into the Blood Pool, and after that, the blood in the Blood Pool began to boil, bubble and bubble. Using the beast blood to soak up bubbles and boil the martial practitioners, they let the demon beast blood quickly seep into the bodies of the martial practitioners, to achieve the objective of a strong fleshly body.

This kind of approach was similar to Beast Blood Boiling's, except one was active and the other was passive.

Miserable screams rose and fell. Not just anyone could withstand the pain of being reborn. Some of the weaker martial artists were unable to withstand the pain and were directly blown apart by the powerful demonic energy contained in the demon beast blood, leaving not even their bones intact!

However, this wasn't the end. Because the blood of a demon beast was filled with a thick infernal energy, how could the martial artists withstand it? All of their minds were corroded by this infernal energy, and they began to crazily attack other martial artists.

This bloody and cruel process continued for five months. Of the 3000 martial artists, only 500 remained. Every single one of them were powerhouses. After that, there was no further information. This meant that their minds and minds had been completely destroyed!

"Bastard, worse than pigs and dogs!" Feng Yimo gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart. What are these people trying to do? Why did they have to use such vicious means to nurture so many warriors? These martial artists had become puppets. They didn't have any independent thoughts. Besides eating, they were no different from puppets.

Very quickly, the cultivators of the other four sects also sent out dozens of cultivators to cut off the elephants' noses for food.

"Elder Pang, how many did you lose?" Elder Ji, who possessed a high-grade Primeval Stone and had recovered his mana, asked the Cauldron Mountain Sect's Elder Pang.

Elder Pang let out a sigh, pointed to the forty odd warriors who were busy harvesting elephants, and said: "There are a total of a hundred people, there are only forty more left, and the most miserable ones, the Moon Viewing Pavilion, have lost seventy people, the Peng Yan Clan has lost fifty, and there are only sixty people left in Guipin Sect. "What about you?"

Elder Ji looked at Elder Pang in surprise as he did not expect this person to be not lying. Previously, the Green Bee Bird had already detected that there were one hundred cultivators in each of the five great sects.

"We don't have many people on our side. Two warriors died." Elder Ji said faintly. Thanks to Liu Duansheng, so few people died.

Elder Pang was astonished. They had lost more than two hundred people, but only two people had died on this side. How could the disparity be so great?2

Moreover, he had noticed just now that the mana of the fifteen cultivators from Zixia Mountain hadn't been exhausted much. This meant that before this, Elder Ji's group hadn't used any mana to kill the previous demon beast.

After everyone rested for a while, all the cultivators took out their spirit pills and Primeval Stone and began to recover their magic power. Otherwise, if they were to encounter such a ferocious demonic beast again, they wouldn't be its opponent.

"Elder Ji, since everyone has already met, let's move out together. What do you think?" The petite cultivator led by Guipin Sect walked to the front of Elder Ji and said.

Elder Ji glanced at that person, and said coldly: "I didn't think that your Guipin Sect would actually send a famous nightmare like yourself. It seems that you have to win!"

The owl Nightmare Ghost wasn't angry at all, and laughed heartily, saying: "Same here, same here. For your Zixia Mountain to send fifteen master-class cultivators, this is an unprecedented event."

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