Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 487 Seven Steps Away, Gun Speed

"There are many!?"

"Return, return 'which'!?"

"Oh my God!"

The three players spoke almost in unison, their faces filled with disbelief.

Do you really think this is a chicken farm? And you've opened several of them!?

“Let’s deal with them one by one. The reputation contribution they give will definitely be substantial…” Nietzsche suppressed his anger and sorrow, half explaining and half advising the players before turning to the tree spirit and asking, “If you can’t move easily, do you have any way to guide us? We need to deal with them one by one; we can start with any of them!”

The tree spirit's voice rang out again: "Deal with...what?"

Nietzsche replied, "Deal with...deal with those demon cultivators, and also take away the humans who are being kept in captivity."

"Demon cultivators, you can't defeat them."

The tree spirit calmly said, "Human, about to die, do you want it?"

Nietzsche and the others exchanged bewildered glances: "Is he about to die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground shook violently. Then, several tree trunks suddenly split open with huge gashes, revealing eerie green light emanating from within.

The players stared intently, and were all taken aback.

Inside lay a "person" entwined by roots!
A naked, dead "person".

Tree roots grew on their limbs—no, perhaps those roots pierced directly into the flesh of those "people," drawing nutrients from them, or something else... In any case, these people were wrapped in vine-like roots, with roots piercing their abdomens, hands, feet, and even heads.

It's like a scene from some bizarre, otherworldly Cthulhu fantasy! It's making everyone's sanity drop like crazy!
"Holy shit, shit, shit!"

A clump of night owls let out three screams in a row, and Guantangbao and Huangzhucao were not to be outdone, the latter even clinging to Yunling and screaming—

"What the hell is this?!"

Just as everyone was terrified by this scene, the tree spirit's voice appeared again:

"This is what they're dealing with. When only the living souls remain, they'll come and take them away."

"Damn it!"

After Yun Ling finished his assessment, he clenched his fist and spat.

Most of these "people's" three souls and six spirits have been completely dispersed, with only the living soul maintaining the characteristic of "being alive".

It's not hard to imagine that such deliberate preservation is clearly for the purpose of "keeping it fresh".

For example, killing animals on the spot and eating them immediately.

These "people" who only retain their living souls are beyond saving; they are no different from being dead.

Nietzsche also assessed the situation, took a deep breath, and tried to continue asking in as calm a tone as possible: "Besides these, are there any others still alive?"

"Yes, over there, it's there,"

The tree spirit waved a branch in one direction as it spoke, then continued, "But you... can't defeat it..."

“It’s nothing, thank you,” Nietzsche nodded, beckoning the other players to follow the direction the tree spirit had indicated, while adding, “We’ll come back and help you transplant it after we finish this quest!”

……

Following the direction pointed out by the tree spirit, they walked for a long time before finally seeing a huge fence.

The entire fence was constructed of metal, in a hemispherical shape, and crackled with lightning, clearly indicating that it was imbued with some kind of magic or array.

"What are you lot doing here?!"

Before they could even get close, a gust of yellow wind suddenly appeared, and then a tall demon cultivator with a single horn emerged from the wind, shouting in a gruff voice.

"I'm here to kill you!" Yun Ling had barely finished speaking when he charged forward with his spear.

She did a somersault and thrust her spear forward, striking the demon cultivator squarely in the abdomen.

But the demon cultivator sneered and said, "Overestimating yourself!"

Then, he took a deep breath, his stomach inflated like a balloon, and with a flick of his wrist, Yun Ling was sent flying backward by his demonic power, falling a great distance and losing a significant amount of health.

The demon cultivator narrowed his eyes, sizing up the players, and demanded again, "Which prefecture do you belong to, daring to come here looking for trouble?!"

"Brother Yun! Times have changed!"

As he spoke, Guantangbao pulled a thunderbolt rifle out of his backpack, channeled spiritual energy into it, aimed the firing port at the demon cultivator, and then said, "Your gun is no longer working, you have to use this one!"

"Hmph! Another magical artifact from some backwater village, really—"

"boom--"

"Da da da da——"

Before the demon cultivator could finish his mocking words, he was smashed into a bloody mess by a burst of fire.

In just a few dozen moments, the one-horned demon cultivator collapsed to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

"Seven paces away, the gun is fast; within seven paces, the gun is both accurate and fast!"

As she spoke, Guantangbao struggled to turn the heavy thunderbolt rifle around and raise it to her chest. Then, she laboriously lowered her head and blew on the fist-sized muzzle. Finally, she casually tossed her head, causing the newly released limited-edition blonde hair in the store to stick to her face. As a result, she had to reach out and brush the messy hair off her face, ruining her image.

"Bah bah bah..."

He also spat out the strands of hair that had accidentally gotten into his mouth.

No sooner had he finished performing these actions than a resounding shout, imbued with demonic power, echoed from all directions—

"Whose little demons are you! How dare you cause trouble in my Golden Cauldron King's mansion!?"

Then, an even larger yellow wind swept by, and more than a dozen demon cultivators surrounded the five players. One of them was the largest, even as tall as a three-story building!

The tallest demon cultivator wore golden fish-scale armor, held a golden four-legged square cauldron in his hands, had a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, slightly protruding eyes, and greasy, messy, shoulder-length gray hair on his head.

Guantangbao decisively raised his thunderbolt rifle, confidently aimed it at the tallest demon cultivator, and shouted, "I advise you to be sensible and commit suicide, otherwise don't blame us for being impolite!"

"What a loud tone!"

The demon cultivator glanced indifferently at the thunder bullet rifle in Guantangbao's hand, then waved his hand slightly, and an even stronger yellow wind suddenly arose around them, so strong that people couldn't open their eyes!
In his haste, Guantangbao hurriedly channeled his spiritual energy into the Thunder Bullet Rifle, only to find that he couldn't release any spiritual energy at all!
"What the hell! [Spirit Sealing]!? This BOSS is way too overpowered!?"

The sound of the king bamboo grass also came from the yellow wind. The soup dumpling quickly looked at its status bar and, sure enough, a debuff had appeared—

[Spirit Sealing]: [The spiritual power within the body is sealed and cannot be used.]

Then, one by one, the names of her teammates turned gray on the team panel, and she didn't even know how the BOSS killed them!

Guantangbao panicked and shouted into the team mic, "Run! This BOSS is really tough! Let's wait for Pig Sister to revive before we charge again!"

"It's too late, we're all wiped out!"

In the group chat, a chuckled voice of a night owl popped out.

The surrounding gale disappeared, and in an instant, only the soup dumpling remained.

The BOSS, who was not far away, approached the soup dumpling step by step and sneered, "What, you can't even use your demonic power? Are you planning to use that magical weapon of yours that you don't know where it came from?"

"you--"

Guantangbao's hand trembled slightly as she gripped the Thunder Bullet Rifle, but she quickly and quietly took out a handful of spirit stones from her backpack and held them in her hand.

Then, she stared intently at the demon cultivator who was eyeing her like prey, and with lightning speed, she loaded the spirit stones into the magazine, pulled the trigger, and gritted her teeth, saying:

"I've said it before, within seven paces, the gun is both accurate and fast—"