Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses - Chapter 822 - 678: Strange Natives of the Blessed Land (2)

“Are you talking to me?” Jiang Hui chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light.

He was dressed in a light yellow brocade robe, his head adorned with an opulent white jade hairpin. His posture was upright, his face as handsome as jade, and his looks and demeanor were definitely worthy of a major sect disciple.

But ever since he came to the Fangsu District, he had encountered setbacks time and again, quite unfortunate.

Defeated by a kid from the Northern Domain, even having his legs broken.

Slapped in the face in public by his senior brother Zhao Wushuang, losing all face.

Now entering the blessed land and unable to gain any benefits, he’d been feeling extremely stifled, and never expected to be shouted at by a boorish villager?

In the blessed land, causality was hard to find, and with people in an enclosed place, moral boundaries typically lowered, so Jiang Hui’s heart had already birthed a murderous intent.

“I ask you, why did you attack us?” The dark-skinned youth persisted relentlessly, face flushed, looking extremely angry.

“Get lost!!”

Jiang Hui could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart, a red light shot out from his sleeve, tearing through space with a ’whoosh’, slashing fiercely towards the dark-skinned youth’s neck!

Someone in the group frowned, but no one was idle enough to stop Jiang Hui.

Just an ordinary villager, if he dies, he dies, not worth offending the Taiyi Sect’s true inheritance over him.

Without any surprise, the flying sword slashed directly at the dark-skinned youth’s neck.

The dark-skinned youth was flung upwards, tracing a parabolic trajectory backward, and smashed into a huge rock, shattering it.

“What?!

Everyone present saw this, their pupils constricting sharply.

Though the dark-skinned youth had been sent flying, his neck had not been breached, only showing a white mark, which was certainly abnormal.

Upon closer inspection, they found a faint black-red aura on the surface of his neck, apparently, it had just protected him.

“Why… attack me!” The dark-skinned youth struggled to get up from the ground, his eyes turning blood-red.

The black-red aura then expanded to cover his entire body, enveloping him firmly.

“You and that thief, you’re in cahoots!” The dark-skinned youth screamed hoarsely, “All thieves, deserve to die!”

“What the hell?” Jiang Hui was a bit perplexed, not understanding the dark-skinned youth’s words.

Since when did he become a thief, and who exactly was this thief he referred to?

Before he could think further, the dark-skinned youth had already pounced towards him, emitting a fierce sound of air being torn, at speeds reaching five to six times the speed of sound.

But touching Jiang Hui was still somewhat difficult, knocked aside by his casually shot flying sword, sent flying again.

“Boring tricks, huh.” Jiang Hui was about to mock again, but his expression changed.

The group ahead, in an instant, all villagers, squirrels, black dogs, and other creatures, all turned their heads, looking straight at him, eyes revealing a dark red, cold light without emotion.

Jiang Hui only felt a chill rush from his spine to the top of his head.

The next moment.

’Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!’

Several black-red beams streaked through the void, shooting rapidly towards Jiang Hui!

“Not good, stop them quickly!” Seeing this, Zhao Wushuang’s expression changed as well.

Raising his hand, dozens of golden chains emitting a metallic clatter extended across the air, viciously whipping towards the other side.

Furthermore, the other cultivators present took action as well.

Like Ningshuang Daoist, True Mastery Daoist, either casting magic or controlling spiritual artifacts, trying to intercept these enemies.

To their shock, those villagers and squirrels were extremely fierce, although most were knocked flying, they remained unscathed.

A few of them broke through the many obstacles, reaching Jiang Hui’s proximity.

An elderly villager reached out towards Jiang Hui, and opened his mouth, enlarging it to 360 degrees, revealing densely packed bloody fangs inside, and foul-smelling yellow slime dripping.

He was blocked by the spiritual shield Jiang Hui conjured, but even the shield was bitten through by his sharp teeth, as if it were an ordinary wooden board.

A yellow squirrel, just about a foot long, opened its mouth, its scarlet tongue shooting out like a sharp spike, producing a fierce sound of air being pierced.

Its tongue pierced through the broken spiritual shield, then pierced through Jiang Hui’s protective spirit essence, leaving a bloody hole on him.

Jiang Hui let out a miserable scream, his spirit essence somewhat unstable, exposing larger vulnerabilities around him.

A fat black dog flew into the air, walking upright.

Two forelimbs as thick as the average person’s arms repeatedly punched towards Jiang Hui, momentum towering, striking right on Jiang Hui’s face.

“Ah!!!”

Jiang Hui let out a miserable scream and was sent flying.

His face split open with several cracks, one eye burst, mixed with blood and flesh, no longer bearing the graceful demeanor of a true inheritor of a major sect.

Besides Jiang Hui, many people in Zhao Wushuang’s team also suffered attacks.

A female cultivator at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Platform, wearing a light yellow long dress, looked beautiful.

But she was bitten on the throat by what appeared to be a seven or eight-year-old child, its throat torn open, blood gushing out like a fountain. Her eyes were still open in death, seemingly in disbelief.

A male cultivator at the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform, wearing a black and white Daoist robe, came from the Two Forms Sect, one of the twenty-four upper sects.

However, he was suddenly confronted by a brown bear, which smashed his head with a stone club in its paw, revealing the white brain matter clearly.

Several other cultivators were also injured by squirrels, pelicans, and villagers. Although they weren’t dead, severed limbs and opened guts were inevitable.

“These villagers are not human, and those squirrels are not ordinary beasts, they must all be anomalies of the blessed land!” someone shouted in anger and shock.

Because he noticed that all the villagers and squirrels knocked down were surrounded by a black-red halo, eerie and terrifying, without a single one dying, and the injured ones revealed wounds without a drop of blood flowing out.

“You are thieves, in cahoots with that person. Kill you!”

The eyes of the villagers and squirrels gleamed with red light, repeating that phrase mechanically.

Seeing the villagers and squirrels about to pounce once again.

Zhao Wushuang got angry, did they really think he was made of clay?

In an instant, a red and round talisman seed rose above his head.

“Taiyi’s orthodox path, infinite mysteries.”

The talisman seed burst forth with thousands of rays of light, transforming into various magic spells, flying swords, meteorites, and ice spikes that swept toward these ’anomalies’, leaving them with no resistance and being knocked down.

Many of the anomalous bodies burst open, but still stubbornly tried to counterattack.

“Hmm?”

Zhao Wushuang’s Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform was also suddenly summoned, a Spirit Platform in the shape of a glazed tower, radiating lights as bright as the sun and moon.

At the four corners of the tower stood four blurry black figures, each nine zhang and nine chi tall, their forms seemingly real and unreal, whisking through the air with a ’swish’ to confront the anomalies, then raising their arms.

’Bang bang bang!’

The villagers and squirrels, originally unkillable, met their nemesis this time, their bodies instantly breaking into pieces.

Only a small amount of oily pink liquid floated on the exposed flesh surface, unable to flow out.

It became clear that the ’anomalies’ could indeed be killed, as long as the force level was high enough.

The Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform condenses true form, the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform summons celestial soldiers.

The celestial soldiers already contained a trace of the law’s power and had tremendous destructive power.

Besides Zhao Wushuang of the Taiyi Sect, Ningshuang Daoist of the Five Elements Sect and True Mastery Daoist of the Spirit Treasure Sect also acted.

The Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform hovered in the void like a world-suppressing celestial artifact, either pressing directly down to crush a group of ’anomalies’ or also summoning celestial soldiers to slay the anomalies.

In an instant, all the villagers, squirrels, and other anomalies present were completely annihilated, turning into a ground full of flesh shreds, covered by a pink oily liquid, looking quite creepy.

Even though they eradicated these anomalies, Zhao Wushuang and others weren’t in a good mood.

Several people in his team died at the hands of the anomalies, and although five others didn’t die, they were also injured, bleeding, with their whole bodies exuding a chill, in poor condition.

Most importantly, he had thought he could dominate the blessed land, but now it seemed other forces were present, with strength unknown, hidden in the shadows.

“You stay here and wait for us.” Zhao Wushuang ordered the injured and bleeding followers.

Then, he led the remaining people to an underground cave.

Unbeknownst to Zhao Wushuang and his group.

Shortly after they left, the shreds of the anomalies turned into pink liquid and seeped into the ground.

And the five injured and bleeding cultivators were enveloped in a layer of black-red hue, their eyes suddenly turning cold.

Inside the cave.

A man, with a constant and distant aura, as immovable as a mountain, sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

In front of him, a Blood Shadow continually devoured the essence from the dead demons, making their corpses shriveled and cracked.

Sensing someone approaching, he abruptly opened his eyes.

Inside them, two brilliant silver lights shot forward into the void, lingering for a long time.

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