Longzang

Chapter 122 Blood Curse

A burst of blood energy rushed into Wei Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a gigantic ghost beast. The ghost beast opened its eyes, only to be met with a vast, endless expanse of land, and was immediately at a loss.

However, the blood curse of a great witch possesses its own sentience. After circling a few times, it locked onto the place with the most concentrated fortune and pounced towards the full moon in the sky!

Shadows surged within the full moon, revealing the head of a bird with three eyes. The bird opened one eye and gave the ghost beast a cold look. The ghost beast immediately turned around and instantly fled from Wei Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, following the unseen causal connection, and plunged headfirst into the puppet.

Wei Yuan suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous, and at the same time, his whole body felt empty and weak. Two streams of hot blood suddenly welled up in his nose. Wei Yuan reached up and wiped his hands, finding them covered in dark green blood, with a pungent stench!
Suddenly sensing something, he immediately pulled a rag doll from his pocket. The doll's once cheerful face twisted in agony, black blood oozing from its eyes! Wei Yuan's touch was slightly too heavy, and multiple wounds immediately appeared on the doll's body, also oozing black blood!

The black blood on his hands caused excruciating pain, so Wei Yuan quickly threw the doll to the ground.

This is the Great Witch's Blood Curse!
Fortunately, the puppet absorbed some of the damage; otherwise, Wei Yuan didn't know if he could have survived this cursed attack that cost hundreds of lives. Even with the power of mountains and rivers protecting him, the blood curse of the Witch Clan was notoriously powerful, and the Great Witch had sacrificed hundreds of people to amplify its power. Without the puppet's help, Wei Yuan knew he would have had little chance of survival.

What Wei Yuan didn't know was that he was now sharing the damage with the doll, not the other way around, even though the result was the same.

Having been struck by a blood curse, Wei Yuan felt dizzy. He saw human cultivators falling one after another around him, and the hundreds of human sacrifices behind the platform whose faces were never revealed until their heads were severed. Wei Yuan turned to look for people, but saw no one. He then remembered that all the knights who had initially followed him were dead.

Charging into battle was a one-way trip, and they knew that as soon as they rode out.

Wei Yuan was suddenly overcome with an indescribable rage. He wiped the blood off his face, dismounted, and strode toward the high platform!
The high platform was guarded by thousands of elite warriors of the Wu tribe. These warriors were dressed differently, their bodies covered with rusty iron chains, indicating they were the personal guards of the Great Witch. Behind them, there were still three thousand rear guards who had not moved, while Wei Yuan was alone.

Hundreds of high-ranking shaman guards, clad in iron chains, came forward. Only their eyes were visible, and those eyes were cold and ruthless, gleaming with a light reminiscent of wild beasts or puppets.

Wei Yuan remained silent, drawing upon the power of mountains and rivers. His spear, like a dragon soaring through the sky, pierced down the Great Witch's personal guards one by one, turning the area within a ten-foot radius into a desolate wasteland.

Countless Great Shaman Iron Guards and surviving heavily armored warriors surged like an iron-gray tide, surrounding Wei Yuan. In the tide, Wei Yuan was like a lone boat, slowly but resolutely going upstream, leaving only a trail of corpses behind him.

The nobles and warriors of the witch clan on the high platform were laughing, thinking that this human with mediocre cultivation was simply crazy, actually wanting to challenge a great witch? There were others who did this before, but they all came with large armies and ultimately failed.

But as they laughed, they gradually stopped laughing.

Unbeknownst to them, the human had already advanced dozens of feet step by step in the encirclement, showing no fear or fatigue as he had at the start of the battle, mechanically and silently reaping the lives of the witch clan. As he drew closer, the witch clan nobles and warriors vaguely sensed an endless fire brewing within that ordinary body, threatening to erupt at any moment into a volcano that could destroy an entire world!

In the Taichu Palace, Pei Tinghai was sitting alone watching a game of chess. On the chessboard in front of him, the black and white pieces were making their own moves and were fiercely battling it out.

Just then, he suddenly sensed something and knew that he had used his divine sense. A moment later, a hazy green aura suddenly appeared above the head of the Sea Listening Immortal Lord, falling in wisps like raindrops and merging into his immortal body.

Pei Tinghai looked surprised, gazing up at the azure mist, and muttered to himself, "Such a generous gift from heaven and earth must be from a Dharma Form accumulated over many years. Did the little fellow kill the other party? I wonder which member of the Xu family he killed."

He knew, of course, that the power of his divine sense he unleashed could at most severely injure a Dharma Avatar; it was far from enough to kill it. With Wei Yuan's current strength, even if a True Person Dharma Avatar were cleaved in two, he wouldn't be able to save it. Did this little guy have some hidden methods, or was it simply good luck, or did he receive some powerful external assistance?
Pei Tinghai pondered, but had no intention of using immortal techniques to investigate. The world of the Shattered Realm was fragile, and using immortal techniques to investigate would trigger all sorts of unpredictable consequences, and the cost of using immortal techniques each time was enormous.

"Since it's good news, it doesn't matter whether you find out sooner or later, so why the rush?" Pei Tinghai chuckled and shook his head. At this moment, the chess game was in full swing, but he was no longer in the mood to watch. He casually picked up a fishing rod and prepared to fish for a living.

He had barely sat down on the edge of the cliff when Pei Tinghai suddenly frowned, feeling a slight tingling or itching in his hands. He got up and went to the basin to wash his hands, but the water suddenly turned a dark green, and his hands were covered in black blood mixed with pus!

Pei Tinghai sneered and said, "You dare to cast a curse on this immortal?"

Pus and blood oozed from his hands, forming thin lines that reached into the void. Pei Tinghai's hands followed these lines, reaching into the void and vaguely grasping something, which he then casually tore open!

After doing all this, he withdrew his hand, slowly washed it clean, and then dried it with a snow-white handkerchief. At this moment, Pei Tinghai suddenly realized something, a smile appearing on his lips, and he cursed, "This little brat, he really knows how to use me thoroughly!"

Lan Shen Palace. The high shaman on the platform suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his head and wailing in agony. A gigantic image of a terrifying serpent appeared above his head, but the serpent was now torn in two, and he was trying desperately to reconnect the upper and lower halves, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't!

Wei Yuan's eyes lit up: A backlash from an immortal!

At this moment, an opportunity presented itself, and Wei Yuan immediately withdrew from his state of absolute coldness following his rage. He had long known that the backlash from the curse alone would not be enough to completely kill a great witch, so Wei Yuan had prepared a more powerful countermeasure.

Wei Yuan focused his mind on his sea of ​​consciousness, using the knowledge of incantations he had learned in his theory class to find the traces of the incantation invading his sea of ​​consciousness and make it visible. A dark red and emerald green trail appeared, one end of which disappeared into the void.

Wei Yuan's divine sense followed the trajectory and instantly arrived at the source: the Great Witch's sea of ​​consciousness. At this moment, the Great Witch was suffering from the backlash of the immortal; his Dharma form was torn apart, and the defenses of his sea of ​​consciousness were completely destroyed, leaving him utterly defenseless. However, his sea of ​​consciousness was filled with swirling pools of blood and endless black energy, with countless flying insects floating and sinking within. Wei Yuan felt a chill run down his spine at the sight and dared not enter.

With a thought, Wei Yuan pulled a gray wind ball from his sea of ​​consciousness and threw it far into the Great Witch's sea of ​​consciousness, then turned and ran!

With hope at hand, this was not the time to engage in a deadly battle. Therefore, Wei Yuan immediately withdrew from his rage and switched to survival mode, his divine sense fleeing at full speed while simultaneously casting a protective spell on himself to ensure his safety.

The moment Wei Yuan turned around, a scream of unbearable pain and madness rang out behind him. Countless cracks instantly appeared in the Great Witch's sea of ​​consciousness, and blood and ink-like energy shot out like pillars, resembling a water-filled bag riddled with holes. The sea of ​​consciousness boiled violently, and countless flying insects were instantly reduced to dust!
Wei Yuan's vision went black, and he almost fainted. Fortunately, one of the auras dissipated, keeping him conscious. Wei Yuan fled back to his sea of ​​consciousness at full speed. Just before he hid in his sea of ​​consciousness, he heard another scream. As a result, most of the second, powerful aura dissipated, turning into ordinary aura.

The high shaman on the platform convulsed and struggled, emitting agonizing screams. Swarms of insects flew out from beneath his robes, only to fall dead upon impact. The giant serpent in the air, no longer able to maintain its connection with its body, writhed desperately in both its upper and lower sections, cracks appearing all over its body.

The great shaman reached out to Wei Yuan, intending to grab him and die with him, but Wei Yuan suddenly conjured dozens of blazing immortal swords in the midst of the battle, scattering them around as if they were free, and then his figure flashed a few times before he fled a hundred feet away. His determination to escape was no less than when he had charged into battle with his life on the line.

The great shaman hadn't expected Wei Yuan to escape so quickly. He let out a final, unwilling roar, and then the giant serpent's form dissipated. His head slowly drooped, and he remained motionless.

It was as if two celestial lords had attacked from afar; the great shaman's death was entirely deserved. As soon as the great shaman died, hundreds of guards beside the platform suddenly collapsed simultaneously, dying silently. Their bodies and spirits were connected to the great shaman; if the great shaman died, they could not survive either.

Wei Yuan, who had just been fleeing, stopped. Then, a series of blazing immortal swords appeared around him, forming a circle around him. From a distance, it looked like the legendary Fiery Lotus Immortal Array, with an overwhelming aura.

Wei Yuan pointed his spear to the sky and roared, "The Great Shaman is dead! Brothers, charge with me!"

Wei Yuan roared three times. The first roar was in Da Tang Mandarin, and the last two were in the Wu language he had just learned after arriving in the Western Regions. He also added Taoist power to the last two roars to ensure that everyone on the battlefield for dozens of miles could hear them.

All the surviving human cultivators were greatly encouraged and leaped out of the trenches to fight back desperately. The morale of the witch clan collapsed, the platform tilted, and the slaves who were pushing the platform turned and ran. However, they were chained to the carts, and their running immediately pulled the platform off balance.

The generals, shamans, and nobles of the witch clan jumped down from the high platform. Some fled directly, while others seized the poisonous lizards from their subordinates before escaping. The witch clan's rear army actually still numbered three thousand, a complete force. However, with the high shamans all dead and the leading noble shamans scattered, they too turned and fled.

The rear guard of the Witchcraft Clan is composed of relatives of noble witches. They are best equipped and only come out to collect military merits and offerings when the war is going well. They are also the easiest to move around when things are not going well.

Wei Yuan brandished his spear and spurred his horse, with 36 immortal swords swirling around him, forming a dazzling fiery lotus, as he charged towards the rear of the Witch Clan! When the rear of the Witch Clan saw this god of death coming towards them, they were all terrified and scattered in all directions, fleeing into the swampy forest.

Xu Wenwu, watching from behind, was filled with excitement. He rushed out from his hiding place, grabbed a long magical sword that had fallen to the ground, and tried to lift it, but it wouldn't budge. He tried again, but it still wouldn't move.

Xu Wenwu sighed deeply, realizing that he had plenty of courage but was too cowardly to fight with his long sword!

The Wu tribe's army was routed, and Wei Yuan pursued them relentlessly. Anyone who dared to gather was met with a devastating blow from a jade mountain. The chase lasted all night, covering hundreds of miles, until dawn was breaking.

During this chase, Wei Yuan wielded a hundred immortal swords, his aura soaring to the heavens. However, he mainly fought enemies on Jade Mountain, and the immortal swords did not actually achieve many victories.

However, after this battle, the entire Wuyu Clan will likely know that Wei Yuan is a formidable figure wielding a hundred immortal swords, and they will undoubtedly research methods to counter these swords, most likely using spells to seal them. Once they have finished their research and are fully prepared, they will discover that Wei Yuan has already changed his immortal foundation.

(End of this chapter)