I am grinding experience in another world - Chapter 807 - 795: Curse Kill
“Fortunately, the Jade Cicada Dao Foundation is miraculous, or I would have been trapped to death in that Mistaken Dream Realm!”
“That little winged creature is too dangerous!”
Chen Mu’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He turned to look at the five thousand Daoist Soldiers with eerie smiles on their faces, among which nearly a hundred had lost their breath and completely perished.
“Was his aim not just to ambush me, but to murder everyone individually?”
Chen Mu squinted his eyes.
“Since he wants to personally ambush, he must come into contact with the five thousand Daoist Soldiers’ Spiritual Deities.”
“And as long as there’s contact…”
A cold glint flashed through Chen Mu’s eyes.
The Jade Seed Inner Magical Power surged.
Nightmare Victory!
An elusive dark power instantly enveloped the five thousand soldiers of the Ren Character Camp.
Then using the soldiers’ bodies as mediums, it traced the curse power like following a vine to reach its source.
Chen Mu suddenly captured vague and ethereal auras, appearing as if close yet distant.
These were the Spiritual Deities of the Daoist Soldiers trapped in the Mistaken Dream Realm!
“If the Nightmare Victory Spell acts as a bridge, by sending enough Jade Cicada Qi into the Mistaken Dream Realm, perhaps all five thousand Spiritual Deities could be dragged back to reality.”
“But…”
“No rush, no rush.”
“If Wu Neng’er isn’t dealt with, then even if they’re pulled back to reality, they might be dragged back in again!”
“So…” Chen Mu cracked a sinister smile.
Unseen and unheard, a head-sized colorless flame floated before him. Its temperature was not high, its aura secretive, and it was hard to see without close inspection.
This flame was none other than the Innate Divine Power of the Yin Spirit Divine Fetus, the Delusion Seven Emotions Flame.
“According to that strange little person, only Spiritual Deities can enter the Mistaken Dream Realm.”
“Though the little winged creature has a unique state, it must be a projection of a Spiritual Deity.”
“And this Seven Emotions Flame is precisely the nemesis of Spiritual Deities!”
“Heh heh!”
Back at the Outer Heaven Star, he wrestled with Meng Qingchan, suspected to be a Primordial Spirit Daoist Monarch, using the Seven Emotions Flame for quite a while.
The winged creature’s skills are mysterious, but it surely hasn’t reached the level of Primordial Spirit!
The Yin Spirit Divine Fetus spun, and fist-sized flames spread out, landing among the soldiers of the Ren Character Camp.
Then, following the Nightmare Victory Spell’s guidance, they entered the Mistaken Dream Realm, lying dormant in each soldier’s Spiritual Deity.
Chen Mu was like a fisherman casting bait, using the spell’s perceptive power to patiently wait for the fish to bite.
At a certain moment.
Plop.
It was as if someone threw a stone into a tranquil heart lake.
The ripples immediately awakened Chen Mu.
In a flash of golden light, he instantly appeared beside a soldier.
Pressing his palm on the other’s forehead, waves of Delusion Seven Emotions Flame surged forth like floodwaters, flooding into the Mistaken Dream Realm through the spell’s link!
…
The Mistaken Dream Realm seemed a mirror image of the real world.
Except for an eerie silence, everything mirrored reality.
In mid-air, Wu Neng’er flickered like a ghost, quickly flying to escape.
His skills were unique, allowing him to transform into a monster spirit form to enter the Mistaken Dream Realm.
Yet the realm’s erosion and assimilation were too strong for him to remain long.
“I must hurry to kill those Human Demon Spiritual Deities one by one!” His expression was stern as he flew swiftly toward a certain spot.
Initially, when dragging the human demons into the realm, he deliberately dispersed them to various locations.
Isolation made the Human Demon Spiritual Deities more susceptible to environmental influence, leading to rapid assimilation into the Mistaken Dream Realm.
It also facilitated his ambushes, increasing his kill rate.
In these brief moments, aside from the leader avoiding ambush, all isolated human demons he encountered were easily killed.
Before long, led by his skills, he discovered a solitary human demon.
It was a burly man in gray attire, now walking across the sea.
His gaze vacant, expressions dull, like a mill donkey circling endlessly in a fixed loop.
“If not for the urgency to aid Grandma, I’d leave you all here to slowly savor the pain of erosion.”
“It’s your Human Demon doing business!”
He sneered, a cold white beam erupting from his nose, shooting straight toward the looping middle-aged man.
Yet just as the Miling’s breath touched the man’s body.
Boom!
A colorless flame swirled forth from the man’s body.
The cold white breath was halted by the flame like a submerged arrow.
Immediately, the colorless flame followed the breath’s residual energy and rebounded.
Before Wu Neng’er could respond, it already pounced on him.
Wu Neng’er’s pupils contracted, immediately utilizing a secret technique to escape.
His quick reaction couldn’t prevent a fingertip-sized flame from clinging to him.
Along came a dark force.
A chill engulfed Wu Neng’er’s nape, as if watched by a sinister presence.
Just as he attempted to cast a spell to extinguish the flame, the fingernail-sized flame expanded rapidly like inflating, enveloping him wholly.
Intense pain flooded him, driving his involuntary screams.
Instinctively he exited the Mistaken Dream Realm to escape the bizarre flames, yet the blaze grew fiercer.
Next moment, a familiar figure emerged from the corner of his eye.
Is that the leader of the Human Demons?!
How did he escape the Mistaken Dream Realm?!
Wu Neng’er’s heart wrenched, just about to retreat again into the realm.
Puff!
A beam of black and white light unexpectedly pierced from his chest.
In disbelief, he looked down to see a hole running through his torso.
Through the void, a view of his exposed and fractured blue heart!
“Nice to meet you again.” Chen Mu gazed at Wu Neng’er with a smile.
“You gave me four beams of divine light earlier, so here’s your repayment.”
“A fair exchange, wouldn’t you say?”
Wu Nenger’s face contorted in rage, about to speak out when a silent flash of black and white light struck him, wiping half his head away.
Two more beams swiftly followed, leaving nothing of his face.
Amidst the clash of Yin Yang Qi, within mere breaths, he transformed to dust, utterly vanishing.
“It’s do or die, and I have no desire for conversation.” Chen Mu’s face was indifferent.
With a thought, the skirting flames around Wu Neng’er surged into a three-story tall inferno.
Burning for two full intervals, ensuring no trace of Spiritual Deity remains, Chen Mu finally retracted the Seven Emotions Flame.
“Originally, I’d planned to hit you hard with the Seven Emotions Flame, yet you dared to exit the dream realm.”
“Blame not my ruthlessness, but your fate.” Chen Mu chuckled teasingly.
A golden flash, and he was gone.
…
Upon Chen Mu’s return to the Yin Soul Cloud Group, dawn was breaking.
Before Xuanyuan Hall, five thousand Daoist Soldiers awakened one by one.
The strange little person was dead, his spell broken. The Spiritual Deities, trapped in the Mistaken Dream Realm, began naturally returning.
“This is better, saves me the trouble of using Jade Cicada Qi to redeem each person.”
“Five thousand soldiers are no small count, redeeming one by one with Jade Cicada Qi would be exhausting.”
He glanced at the still figures in the crowd, sighing.
These had their Spiritual Deities extinguished, perishing in the dream realm.
Some were killed by the strange little person, others assimilated and disappeared within the realm.
Counting briefly, nearly five hundred were dead, a dreadful toll.
The awakened soldiers were lethargic, slow to react, faces blank.
Evidently suffering from the aftereffects of Mistaken Heaven’s assimilation. Whether they could fully recover was unknown.
“A single dream claimed nearly one-tenth of the soldiers’ lives.”
“Mistaken Heaven is, indeed, perilous.”
Chen Mu gazed toward Miling Island.
His Daoist Foundation Cultivation was inadequate.
He fervently hoped Daoist Monarch Jiang could safely escape.
Without the steadfast presence of a True Form High Cultivator, there was no feeling of safety.
