The road is vague

Chapter 350 Battle Royale
Divination is a mysterious art form for many races.

However, for the Wu tribe, who were born with the ability to communicate with heaven and earth, this was merely a small trick in their daily lives. If they were not subject to many restrictions in this world, the Wu tribe's achievements would be far greater than this.

The evil grass flew all the way to the deepest part of the Seven Star Corridor in one breath.

This is the place where the order of the Mountain and Sea Realm is the weakest. It was precisely because of this characteristic that he used the Heavenly Ice Crystal Mirror to transmit his voice over thousands of miles and receive the offerings from Wushan Island every sixty years.

Magical to say.

The Disaster Day occurs every sixty years and lasts for about a month.

During this period, those evil spirits will launch a full-scale erosion of the various orders in the Mountain and Sea Realm, which will allow those who are barely surviving to relax a little.

Strictly speaking, the Seven Star Corridor can also be considered a layer of seal.

He hid here through three layers of seals, and it was only the second layer of seals that was destroyed by the true demon's clone.

The projection of the evil grass descended, and after looking around, it discovered a corpse.

This was the witch warrior whose personality and identity had been stolen by Wen Aoxing. He killed him casually before leaving. Xiecao stretched out his right hand, and dark green light flowed into the corpse along the curved nail. At the same time, he used his left hand to perform divination and learned the whole story of this corpse.

“These refugees have adapted completely to this world.”

He gave a cold laugh, then roared to the sky.

From the black crack in the sky, a beam of dark light descended, landing on him and forming ripples that spread in all directions.

Using a sliver of its own power, the projection of the evil grass immediately discovered Wen Aoxing's escape route. It quickly got up and chased after him, completely ignoring the spatial rift that might appear at any moment.

The Seven Star Corridor is neither small nor large.

For the witch warriors who come here to participate in the coming-of-age ceremony, it takes at least five or six days to reach the deepest part because they must overcome all obstacles along the way. However, for the projection of the evil grass, it only takes half a day to cross it.

As Xie Cao looked down at the floating earth in the Seven Star Corridor, he seemed to see countless armies that had followed him here, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

"If I had reacted faster back then, things might have turned out differently. I am guilty."

Just three hours later.

The evil herb then arrived at the central area of ​​the Seven Star Corridor.

Compared to the many dangers deep within the Seven Star Corridor, the central area is much safer. Many humans, demons, and witches have come here to plant spirit cotton. After seven or eight days of growth, the spirit cotton has gradually begun to absorb the aura of the Seven Star Realm.

The body that carried his projection had aged terribly again in just a few hours.

Fortunately, there are many living beings here that he can sacrifice his blood at any time.

So he paused slightly and appeared in front of a goose spirit that was tending to a cotton seedling. Before the goose spirit could react, he grabbed it by the neck and lifted it above his head, remaining unmoved no matter how much it struggled.

"In the name of the evil weed, I drive out the pests of this land."

The laws of heaven and earth within the Seven Star Corridor surged and turbulent. Then, the wild goose spirit, struggling in agony, died amidst some kind of witness. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all directions gathered towards the evil grass, slightly restoring its vitality, but it was far from enough.

The evil grass flung away the corpse in its hand, revealing an eerie expression.

"These bastards, born from the fusion of the rules and orders of two worlds, have actually managed to establish a rudimentary civilization. They are truly disgusting pests."

After sacrificing a dozen or so humans and monsters along the way, the body finally regained its vitality.

"The witch warriors have killed someone!!"

"The birthday festival is a complete hoax by the Witch Giants..."

Because this place is the most suitable place to grow spirit cotton, many people's fields are connected to each other. After witnessing the scene of the evil grass sacrificing blood, they all fled in terror.

After replenishing the body with enough vitality, the evil grass ignored the fleeing humans and continued flying forward, quickly catching up with Wen Aoxing, the Peacock Saint who was disguised as a Wind Eagle Spirit.

Without saying a word, Xiecao stretched out his right hand and reached out to grab at the air.

The vines surged forth, covering the sky and pressing down on the Wind-Carving Spirit.

Wen Aoxing was shocked.

He immediately realized that this was the projection of something that was barely surviving on the other side of the rift, so he activated the Traveling Heavenly Wind Divine Power of this personality identity while retreating.

The Wind Carving Spirit's Roaming Wind, while not as powerful as some of the top-tier divine abilities in the Thousand Treasures Islands, was far superior to divine abilities like Heavenly Gang Water Thunder. It was as if countless spiritual lights formed a blue-gold gale that surged out, but after tearing apart most of the demonic vines, it gradually lost its momentum.

The demonic vine continued to press down, and the Wind Eagle Spirit immediately reverted to its ethereal peacock form.

Aside from the few striking markings on his face and the tail behind him, he looked almost identical to a human, a truly handsome man.

He opened his arms, solemnly raised them high, and clasped them together above his head, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

These once-fierce vines suddenly lost their way and became a chaotic mess.

"Oh?"

Upon seeing this, the evil grass let out a soft exclamation.

His eyes, filled with a dark green mist, revealed a hint of curiosity.

Wen Aoxing knew that the other party had already used the psychic technique. Although this technique was a reversal of primary and secondary functions and was used under duress, it would have been more appropriate to use a projection to descend. However, the opponent's strength was still beyond his ability to contend with.

"Your arrival is so casual, and your aura is overflowing. Aren't you afraid of unforeseen calamities?"

Faced with Wen Aoxing's reprimand, Xie Cao couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hmph, you little rascal, you know quite a lot, you're actually worried about me. Normally, I wouldn't show myself so easily, but now that it's a day of disaster, and someone is trying to break my seal, I have no choice but to descend and project my image."

The evil grass grinned, revealing its gleaming white teeth.

"It shouldn't take long to wipe out the two of you."

"Two?" Wen Aoxing was briefly taken aback.

Suddenly, Xiecao raised his head, and a wisp of light gushed out from the crack and merged into his body. The next moment, his aura suddenly surged. What seemed like a casual strike actually formed a giant hand, more than ten feet long, that blotted out the sky and slammed down in the air.

Wen Aoxing was immediately horrified.

This level of strength far surpasses the Golden Core stage, and is simply beyond his ability to contend with.

He didn't have time to think about anything else and took out the ethereal feather that his clan had given him.

This was a life-saving item crafted from the tail feathers of the previous clan chief after his death. Only those who become holy sons or make significant contributions to the clan have the opportunity to obtain it.

The ethereal feather suddenly transformed into a ray of hope, striking the giant hand descending from the sky.

Through hard work and struggle, we can turn our dreams into reality and achieve them.

The feather, imbued with ethereal Daoist principles, pierced through the giant hand falling from the sky and shot towards the evil grass in the distance. Although it was blocked by the dense dark green spiritual light on its surface, it was forced to fly back more than ten feet.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Aoxing fled into the distance in his ethereal peacock form.

As the hopeful light gradually dissipated, the face of the evil grass, covered in dark green light, was revealed. This aura was a mixture of vitality and brutality. It looked at Wen Aoxing's fleeing figure with great interest.

"What an interesting little bug."

……

the other side.

After listening to the True Demon Avatar's account, Li Mo frowned and looked at the black crack in the sky.

If what the True Demon Avatar said is true, this is a creature that has been lingering here since ancient times, disturbed and sending down a powerful projection avatar. At least two of them are unknown, and even it is no match for them. Its own body is only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, and even if it uses all its methods, it will definitely not fare much better.

This time the trouble is big.

“According to what you said, it has most likely locked onto your aura through that eye, which is why the witch giant was able to find you. You’d better hide in the ethereal box for a while, and I’ll think of a solution.”

"Okay, then be careful here."

Upon hearing this, the true demon clone gradually faded and disappeared.

Li Mo had no countermeasures.

He knew nothing about that level of existence, and now that he was trapped in the Seven Star Corridor, he had no way to escape. Even if he managed to survive until this matter was over and he left the Seven Star Corridor, Wushan Island would definitely not let him go.

Fortunately at this time.

Old Master Dai, riding on Little Squeak, jumped from Li Mo's sleeve onto his shoulder. He stroked his beard, looking thoughtful.

"I have a brilliant plan to deal with that thing."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Li Mo's face immediately lit up with delight.

The old man gave a cold laugh.

"In my opinion, as long as you find a way to connect the Seven Star Corridor Secret Realm with the Mountain and Sea Realm, that so-called projection clone is not a threat at all. It will definitely flee back to the main seal as soon as possible to prevent its aura from leaking out. If you are even more aggressive, you can even try to destroy the main seal on that crack. At that time, without the protection of two layers of seals, it will probably have a good chance of attracting a disaster from outside the world, relying only on the isolation and protection of the Seven Star Corridor."

"this?"

Li Mo never dreamed that the old man would actually ask him, a mere Golden Core cultivator, to kill the unknown being hiding here.

"Doing this will make that thing even stronger, but it's insignificant compared to its already invincible power. You, on the other hand, might be able to use this opportunity to receive a reward from Heaven. It's quite fair in this respect; many cultivators in ancient times were misled..."

Upon hearing this, Li Mo couldn't help but think of what he had done in Bai'an County before his true demon clone was destroyed.

Now he's going to become another demon here.

"Actually, I have a way to attract its direct attention, but I don't know if it will be in time."

At this time.

Li Zizhong, who lives nearby, calls out from afar.

"Fellow Daoist Li, what's going on in the sky? I feel uneasy. Should we take cover first?"

"Something must have happened!"

Li Mo shouted in response, "Better safe than sorry. Now that the spirit cotton seedlings have been planted, we can come back to harvest them in a few days. I'm going to hide in a secluded place first!"

"Alright, I'll go hide too!"

After saying this, Li Zizhong turned and left.

After taking a deep breath, Li Mo ran in another direction and soon arrived at an area full of rocks. He immediately took out the Tiancheng Huajin Sword and carved dense silver tadpole script on the rocks.

This is precisely the evil contract in silver swan script that the original True Demon carved in the Valley of Abandoned Infants.

And what he didn't know was.

Several miles away, a fat, black-skinned wild boar spirit with tusks like iron held a translucent dragon pearl, which looked like a glowing pearl, and was watching his every move.

"How dare this human kill my favorite son? What secrets does he hold?"

This is the Iron Fang Mountain God of Haiye Island.

He was ordered to enter the Seven Star Corridor. Although he only investigated for seven or eight days, he could almost confirm that the depth of Wushan Island was indeed unfathomable.

(End of this chapter)