The Demon Cultivator of the Sword

Chapter 72 Enter
It is obvious that neither Lin Yun, Yan Chihuo, nor anyone else intends to fight with Sikong Sheng in the ghost land.

Other masters on the Hidden Dragon Ranking with similar rankings are not planning to fight each other in the Ghost Land. Their battlefield will be in this Hidden Dragon Ranking competition.

Night fell quickly. Ghost Island was located above the Star Domain Lake. The night was even colder than imagined. There was even ice on the surface of the island, and the cold was biting.

"What a damn weather."

Many sect disciples who came out to relieve themselves could not help but shiver and curse.

In the thick tent, Gu Yuan was meditating.

Although his cultivation had reached the peak of the middle stage of Baoyuan Realm, it had not yet truly stabilized and needed to be consolidated.

Nothing happened that night. When it was noon the next day, many people arrived.

This includes the Lanyue Tower.

Although they are not a sect or a family, they have a strong background and have thirty disciples, which is equivalent to a sixth-grade sect.

As for those seventh-grade sects.

It is also divided into different levels.

The top seventh-grade sect, ten people.

Eight people from a medium-level seventh-grade sect.

Ordinary sects of the seventh rank or below have no quota, and all of them have gone to other ancient sites of inheritance.

Even if they did, they didn't have that many powerful Star Realm experts to escort them.

Otherwise, they would be killed by the seventh and eighth level monsters in Xingyu Lake. The supreme elder and the sect’s best disciples would die at the same time, and they would not even have a place to cry.

The survival rate of disciples is also a big problem.

Even if they took the risk of sending their disciples here, they would most likely become targets of killing by the disciples of the sixth-rank sects.

This is not without precedent in the past.

Even so, there are quite a few seventh-grade sects entering the ghost service area this time.

There were hundreds of them.

Including the three hundred people from the royal families of the three empires and the seven sixth-grade sects.

The number of people entering the ghost service land this time will reach more than a thousand, which is a very scary number. As for how many seventh-grade sect disciples can survive, it is unknown.

There have been cases where total annihilation occurred.

As for what the Grand Elder of the inner sect of Feitian Demon Sect said about trying not to kill those seventh-rank sect disciples, it was just trying.

He was really killed.

The seven sixth-rank sects and the three royal families will not suffer any substantial losses.

At most, the reputation will be damaged.

On the third day, a red sun rose from the east, dyeing the Ghost Island blood red.

"There is still half an hour before the ghost land opens. Hand over all your storage rings to me."

The Grand Elder of the Feitian Demon Sect summoned all the disciples and said.

Everyone already knew this. The ghost servant's land was located in the crack of space. It was a world of its own, but it was different from the original world outside. It would reject all storage rings inlaid with space crystals.

Once entering, the storage spirit ring will be crushed into pieces by the powerful force of space.

So everyone took out their weapons and handed the storage rings to the great elder.

Gu Yuan did the same, taking out the Fire Scale Sword and putting it on his waist, and then handed in the storage ring. Although his storage ring contained the Heavenly Demon Flower that was coveted by all the people in the magic world, the great elder of the Feitian Demon Sect, a peak powerhouse in the late Xingji Realm, would not be so depraved as to check the storage rings of his own sect's disciples.

Of course, Gu Yuan didn't trust him completely.

In the past few years, he has completed missions outside, killed many underworld warriors, and obtained more than a dozen low-grade storage spirit rings.

Before this, he had placed the Heavenly Demon Flower in a low-grade storage spirit ring, and then put it inside another layer, seven or eight storage spirit rings. Unless someone took out the storage spirit rings and checked them layer by layer, even a king of the Life and Death Realm would find it difficult to discover.

The mountain-like giant mouth of Ghost Island slowly opened, and the illusory light was no longer illusory, as if it was made of crystal and contained in this huge skull mouth.

Half an hour flies by.

Woo woo woo.
The light door slowly opened, and a chilling wind blew out, accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying, which made many disciples of the sect retreat.

The Great Elder exhaled heavily and said solemnly, "Everyone go in. Remember, no matter where you are teleported to, you must stay calm and not lose your composure."

"Yes!"

Thirty disciples of the Feitian Demon Sect, including Gu Yuan, stretched out their bodies and transformed into black rays of light, rushing towards the light gate.

Almost at the same time, all the other sect disciples also moved. The figures moving at high speed dragged the Qi of different colors, like a plague of locusts. More than a thousand sect disciples rushed towards the light gate in an endless stream. Some of them had internal conflicts in the middle of the journey and fought each other with palms. Some unlucky ones were even killed by palms before they even entered.

Needless to say, the one who was beaten to death must be from a seventh-grade sect.

And the murderer is self-evident.

This made those seventh-rank sect elders who watched their disciples being beaten to death dare not speak out.

After a moment, except for the sect disciple who was killed in the middle, everyone else rushed out of the light gate and disappeared.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Gu Yuan appeared in a huge mass grave, and with him appeared several seventh-rank sect disciples.

When he saw Gu Yuan, he felt like he saw a ghost. He wished his parents had given him an extra leg and ran in different directions in panic.

Gu Yuan was helpless and amused, "Am I really that scary?"

Although he is a disciple of the Demon Sect, apart from practicing demonic martial arts, he is not bloodthirsty. Just don't mess with him.

Before those seventh-rank sect disciples had run far, something strange happened. When they passed a grave mound, several black shadows jumped out of the grave mound. Except for a Baoyuan realm warrior who reacted in time and slapped the black shadow away with a palm, the rest of them had their hearts ripped out by the black shadow.

It turned out that these black shadows were all blood corpses with cultivation reaching level 4. Their strength was no less than that of the monster overlords of the same level.

After stabbing the hearts of those sect disciples, it bared its fangs and bit their necks. In the blink of an eye, those seventh-rank sect disciples became skeletons wrapped in skin, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

After absorbing all the true energy and life essence of its prey, the blood corpse became even more ferocious. Following the vigorous blood energy in Gu Yuan's body, it roared and pounced on him.

At the same time, more bloody corpses rushed out of the grave and surrounded them like a tide.

The seventh-rank sect disciple who had escaped the blood zombies' sneak attack had no time to be happy before he was besieged by a group of blood zombies.

Soon, they were submerged in the tide of corpses.

"It seems that the dangerous places in this ghost land are not just the sixth-grade sects and the three royal families. It is also extremely dangerous inside. I have been teleported to a dangerous place."

Gu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly pulled out the Huo Lin Sword with his right hand, and when the tide of corpses was less than ten feet away from him, he swung the sword with a slow but actually fast move.

Several scattered white lightning bolts mixed with the flame sword energy of the Fire Scale Sword spread out in an arc shape. The bloody corpses were immediately dismembered, and no blood splashed at the cut ends, all of which were sealed in the body. This was the terrifying part of the soul-stirring power, the power only went through a line, and the power leaked out was very little, negligible.

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