Chapter 1709: Chapter 1706: We’ve Fallen Into a Trap

Zhang Nian’s face turned crimson instantly, akin to a ripe tomato. She nibbled on her lips, wanting to argue but found herself at a loss for words, looking just like a child caught doing something wrong.

It was a while before she stamped her foot playfully, softly saying, "Master, you always tease your disciple. My heart is sincere, how could you misinterpret it this way?"

Despite her words, the timid sparkle and the hidden anticipation in her eyes did not escape Xu Wendong’s notice.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, it was the dawn of the next day.

Xu Wendong, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his deep-set eyes, a flash of excitement in his gaze, as he sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching.

Soon.

Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, leading his disciples, arrived at the foot of Wolong Mountain like a dark cloud blotting out the sun.

Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable had a tall and burly physique, like a towering small mountain, exuding an intimidating presence that made one shudder.

He wore a black robe, its texture akin to the nether silk of the Nine Nether Abyss, exuding a cold and eerie aura with slight movements that sounded like the night cries of evil ghosts.

His long hair hung loose, with a blood-like color that glinted eerily in the sunlight, akin to having just returned from a battlefield massacre, drenched in fresh blood yet to dry.

His face was as if carved with a knife and chisel, with distinct features exuding cold severity and harshness, and his slender eyes resembled a blood pool, unfathomably deep, occasionally flashing cold gleams like shooting stars at night, instantly freezing the soul.

As soon as they approached, everyone felt a mysterious ripple of spiritual power spreading out like waves.

Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable halted, his gaze sharp, first looking towards the mountain top.

At the mountain summit, a formation emitting a mystical glow stood obscured, runes flickering like stars intertwined, with spiritual power surging akin to an invisible giant dragon tumbling within.

Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s eyes flashed a scorching light, gazing at the mysterious formation, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Such an exquisite, complex, and mysterious formation could never be crafted by anyone in this world; it must undoubtedly originate from ancient relics!"

A Blood Sect elder spoke smiling, "Sect Leader, you are very right. Seeing the overwhelming spiritual power within, it must conceal a treasure capable of overturning the cultivation world’s structure."

"If our Blood Sect can control it, wouldn’t domination of the cultivation world be within reach?"

Thinking of this, the elder’s mouth curled into a greedy yet determined smile, as if already witnessing the future glory of the Blood Sect reigning supreme.

The disciples looked at the formation, whispering among themselves, eyes filled with awe and greed, voices full of longing and desire for the treasure.

Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable looked around at everyone, then waved his hand and shouted, "All disciples, obey my order, follow me into the formation to find the treasure!"

Having said that, he eagerly entered the formation.

The Blood Sect disciples hurriedly followed, rushing upwards.

As they stepped within the formation’s range, it was akin to stepping into Hell’s entrance, abrupt changes ensued, horrific visions following closely.

The originally serene flickering runes seemed suddenly angered like a primal beast, their light exploding fiercely, transforming into sharp light blades, like the Grim Reaper’s scythes, slashing wildly at the Blood Sect disciples.

In an instant.

Blood splattered like a blossoming flower of evil, with piercing screams echoing incessantly.

Those few disciples at the forefront didn’t even have time to cry out fully before their bodies were mercilessly sliced by the light blades.

Their limbs and torsos were instantly severed, viscera spilling everywhere, dying on the spot, with fresh, warm blood gushing out, instantly staining the earth beneath as red as crimson.

Looking at the tragic scene before him, Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s face twisted to the extreme, completely shocked that the formation would be so dangerous, utterly beyond his expectations.

"Sect Leader, this formation is strange!" The previous elder’s face was full of terror. "If this formation truly is from ancient times, its power shouldn’t be this strong!"

"What are you trying to say?" Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable asked in a low voice.

The elder couldn’t help but swallow, suppressing inner fear, "I mean, could this be a trap made to lure us?"

Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable snorted heavily, disdainful, "Although there are some formation experts in the cultivation world, with their abilities, how could they set up such a mysterious and powerful formation?"

"But..."

"No buts, the priority now is to break this formation." Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable gazed intensely towards the mountain summit, sensing a powerful aura there.

A formidable magical treasure emitted it; its strength far exceeded his top-grade spiritual artifact!

Without further thought.

He stamped his foot fiercely, a vigorous, substantial, blood-red spiritual power surged from his body, swirling rapidly in the air, forming a precarious yet determined shield, attempting to protect the terrified disciples behind.

"Hold steady, don’t panic!" He yelled hoarsely, his voice akin to rolling thunder resonating across the mountains, causing others’ ears to ache.

However, the formation’s attacks came wave after wave, like unending surging tides, leaving no time to breathe.

After the light blades ravaged, the ground seemed torn by invisible demonic hands, suddenly splitting into numerous intersecting, bottomless cracks.

Scorching lava spewed forth, with hot waves carrying suffocating sulphur scents, like a demon’s breath, instantly making everyone struggle to breathe, their throats seemingly burned by charcoal.

Disciples who failed to evade were instantly swallowed by the lava, only managing a few desperate, piercing screams, before vanishing without a trace, leaving only wisps of smoke as testament to their existence.

The Blood Sect elder’s face was as white as paper, lips trembling, eyes wide in fear, he screamed hoarsely, "Sect Leader, this formation is too eerie, we really are trapped!"

Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s eyes flashed with ferocious light, like a wounded wolf: "I want to see who dares ambush me here!"

With that, he pinched the spell.

Brandishing his Lifebound Treasure, a blood-red long blade suddenly appeared, with runes flowing on the blade, like countless vengeful spirits weeping and struggling. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

With an angry roar, he swung the blade down!

As the blade struck, it was like a rock thrown into a lake, causing the formation to shake violently, its light dimming slightly, seemingly revealing a flaw.

But before Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable could show a hint of joy, within the formation emerged blades and swords, roaring out like Hell opening its doors, crushing towards Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable and his disciples!

"Not good!" Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s expression changed abruptly, immediately using his Nascent Soul Force to form a protective shield, blocking the fierce attack.

Yet, his disciples were not as fortunate.

With only Golden Core Stage cultivation level, even if they exerted all their power, they couldn’t withstand the blades and swords.

Wherever the blades and swords passed, blood splattered, limbs flew.

In a moment.

The Blood Sect disciples were killed and defeated, with heavy casualties, their corpses piling like mountains, blood pooling into streams, slowly flowing, like painting a Mortal Purgatory scene.

Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, furious, shouted towards the mountain top, "Who dares play tricks here? Why not show yourself?"