Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 132 Song Yan's Death?

The hairpin, a magical artifact, suddenly shifted and returned to Shen Huai's hands.

She picked up the hairpin, tore off the tattered and grayed talisman that was attached to it, and casually threw it away.

"Shen Huai! What are you doing!"

The scene on the field enraged Xu Ziqing.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Xuan Yuan Sect disciples took the initiative to attack and kill the Dong Yuan Sect disciples.

This is enough to provoke a conflict between the two factions.

Faced with the questioning from the elders of the Dongyuan Sect, Shen Huai lowered his eyes and ignored them.

She had no reason or standing to disobey Shen Yu's orders.

Therefore, his instructions naturally required no hesitation or consideration.

Song Yan was already almost standing at the very center of the Avici Hell. Only when the talisman was destroyed did he more directly feel how powerful it was.

Without protection, the countless ghostly figures seemed to have no gaps in Song Yan's eyes.

"It's over."

A buzzing, demonic sound filled my ears, and bizarre, dizzying hallucinations filled my vision...

His physical strength was exhausted, his spiritual energy was depleted, and even his sword energy was almost gone.

Barely managing to condense the last of his sword energy, he cleaved through the surrounding ghostly figures. The dense black palms within the ink-black expanse resembled a malignant tumor clinging to the bone.

It climbed up his legs, scrambled onto his body, and pressed against his shoulders.

Shen Huai, standing some distance away, sneered and stopped looking at Song Yan.

"We are all ants on a plate, drifting with the tide. It is already a blessing to be able to survive, so why struggle in vain!"

hum-

Almost instantly, Song Yan was dragged into the reflection of hell by countless black hands.

Disappeared.

……

he died.

In a few moments, his remains will surface and become part of the mountain of bones beneath Jin Tianya's feet.

The feelings of everyone present were different.

This is irrelevant to the demons of the Corpse Abyss and the Underworld.

After all, he was someone who was destined to die.

But for the cultivators of the six sects, it's a completely different story.

"Old Song!!"

Li Qingfeng's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

Xu Ziqing immediately questioned, "Shen Yu! Shen Huai killed one of my sect's inner disciples, and everyone here witnessed it! You had better give my sect an explanation."

The members of the Sheyang Sect also looked at Shen Yu.

"Explain?"

Shen Yu chuckled softly.

He only felt truly at ease when Song Yan was dragged into the reflection of hell.

He didn't know why he, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, was so afraid of a Qi Refining cultivator ruining his plans.

Now that the calligraphy was readily available, he had no intention of making any further attempt to conceal it.

"Song Yan overestimated himself and attempted to get close to the spirit in the painting in order to seize the evil treasure for himself."

Shen Yu sneered: "My sect's disciple Shen Huai is simply trying to prevent him from going astray. Is there a problem with that?"

That's utter nonsense, just spouting rubbish!
That's fine, that's fine...

Xu Ziqing's face was extremely gloomy.

At this moment, Li Qingfeng was still in danger, but Xu Ziqing had already begun to plan in his mind how to kill him later!

The cultivators and elders from the other sects remained silent, preferring not to get involved in the conflict between the two sects.

Looking towards the spot where Song Yan disappeared, Yu Zhen couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

He was a very interesting person, it's a pity he died like that.

Jin Tianya, on White Bone Mountain, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"So-called righteous cultivators, for the sake of a 'treasure,' will kill their fellow cultivators without any scruples, hahahaha!"

"What difference is there between them and demonic cultivators!"

Shen Yu ignored the mockery and simply accelerated the refining process.

The current progress is already 60-70%.

"Hehe, the treasures of the world belong to the capable."

"Once I've refined your painting spirit, I wonder if you'll still be able to say these things."

...The moment I sank into the reflection of hell, it was like falling from the clouds.

The viscous ink, carrying a chilling aura, spread through the seven orifices, along the skin and meridians, and seeped into the dantian.

His spiritual sword energy seemed to be locked up.

Song Yan has completely become an ordinary person.

Looking at the scene before him, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The sharp blades on the mountain of knives are slowly and cruelly cutting something.

The mangled limbs, churning in the boiling oil, struggled to reach out and grab his ankle.

Tongue pulling, mirror of evil, pool of blood, saw and blade...

Below the Avici Hell, the eighteen hells are right before your eyes!

Fear gradually rose in Song Yan's heart, and the surrounding darkness grew thicker and thicker.

Countless faces are faintly visible within it.

In a single instant, countless vengeful ghosts surged like dark clouds, all rushing towards him!
It shrieked and tore at his flesh and blood.

"..."

What is the most terrifying thing in the world?
The answer to this question will probably be different for everyone.

Everyone has different fears.

But there is one thing that most people fear: death.

Especially when you lose all means of resistance, you have to watch helplessly as your body is slowly devoured by vengeful ghosts, eventually falling into the deepest hell.

This is not only physical pain, but also an extremely terrifying torment of the mind and will.

The tortures before him shifted between reality and illusion, each one washing over Song Yan's remaining thoughts like a tidal wave of excruciating pain.

The ink-like color began to flow along the meridians, eroding the dantian and turning the spiritual energy into a filthy mess.

It then spread from the inside out.

Song Yan's skin began to crack, revealing the writhing black veins beneath.

It was as if his entire being was transforming into a wisp of ink in a painting of hell, a vengeful ghost.

If it were any other cultivator, they might have already lost their minds when they were dragged into this hellish reflection.

However, the Zhendao Sword Mansion trembled violently, and the small sword formed from the Dao Heart suddenly burst forth with clear light.

This allowed Song Yan to grasp a sliver of clarity amidst the chaos.

"Ho..."

Song Yan gave a wry smile.

Even so, what can I do...?

He lost all his cultivation.

He could only watch helplessly as the countless ghostly figures in hell devoured him bit by bit.

They can barely even protect themselves.

Let alone leaving this place.

A deep sense of despair rose in his heart, and his Dao heart also dimmed.

"There is nothing we can do."

"Now, perhaps our only hope lies in praying that the elders outside the realm can refine this treasure map as soon as possible."

However, it will probably take at least the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before that moment arrives.

Moreover, the one most likely to be the first to refine the Boundless is Shen Yu of the Xuan Yuan Sect.

"I'm afraid I can't escape death today..."

The excruciating pain emanating from every inch of my body has begun to subside.

Because Song Yan gradually lost his sense of sensation in his body.

All that remained of him was a gradually fading consciousness.

His eyelids were heavy, and his gaze was downcast.

He closed his eyes, and scenes from his life played back before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

From a young medicine boy in Shiliang Town to an outer disciple of the Immortal Sect, and now to the late stage of Qi Refining.

In the vast world of cultivation, he was but an ant.

But for ordinary people, it can barely be called wonderful.

Until, in the darkness, a mocking voice echoed in his ears.

That was the last thing he heard before he was dragged into the reflection of hell.

"Ants on a plate are lucky to survive; why struggle?"

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