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Chapter 221 If you continue to follow me, you will be the next one to be killed (Two chapters combined, 4600 words)
"Get out of here!"

The cold moonlight illuminated Xiao Mo's eyes, which were stained with bloodlust. He stared coldly at Wang Xin, his gaze like a knife, as if it could pierce through a person's soul.

Wang Xin felt her heart suddenly race, her body trembled slightly involuntarily, and a chill ran down her spine.

The murderous aura emanating from him was almost tangible, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She had no doubt that Xiao Mo would actually slash at her with his sword.

In the end, Wang Xin slowly opened her arms and shook her head firmly, her eyes showing no sign of retreat, only a clear and unwavering gaze.

Seeing the girl's appearance, Xiao Mo said nothing more.

Wang Xin only saw seven lines suddenly appear in his eyes, the lines turning slightly as if they were alive, emitting a chilling aura.

Immediately afterwards, Wangxin's consciousness went haywire, as if she had fallen into some kind of invisible vortex. When she suddenly came back to her senses, Xiao Mo's Tang Hengdao had already swung down.

A chilling blade aura swept out, instantly engulfing the Wangchuan Sect disciple behind her.

The man didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a cloud of blood mist, his body and soul completely destroyed, leaving only a pool of scarlet blood on the ground.

Xiao Mo sheathed his sword and turned around, not even glancing at Wang Xin, and walked straight towards the Wangchuan Sect.

His voice came from the darkness, clear yet cold: "You Buddhists always talk about compassion... In my opinion, it's simply laughable."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure had already melted into the moonlight and could no longer be seen.

Wang Xin remained standing in the same spot, gazing at the glaring pool of blood on the ground. Recalling the almost tangible bloodthirsty aura surrounding him, he couldn't help but purse his thin lips, lower his eyes, and murmur as if talking to himself:

"But if this continues... if you really become possessed by a demon, you will die..."

……

As dawn broke, the rosy clouds, like blood, dyed the layers of clouds and reflected the continuous mountain range as if it had been soaked in cinnabar.

At the foot of the highest peak of this mountain range stands a huge stone tablet with three powerful characters engraved on it: Wangchuan Sect.

At this time, most of the cultivators in the sect were still lying in bed.

Some early-rising disciples would sit alone on the rocks, facing the rising sun, meditating with their eyes closed, practicing breathing exercises.

Deep within the underground prison of the Wangchuan Sect, hundreds of mortals who had been abducted are imprisoned.

To the cultivators of the Wangchuan Sect, they were no longer considered "humans," but merely batches of "expendable materials."

Despair was written on every face of theirs, and their eyes were as dim as death.

They were like lambs to the slaughter, huddled in dark cages, not knowing when they would be sent into the alchemy furnace to be refined into pills.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the Wangchuan Sect cultivators, who were asleep, were startled awake by the sudden tremor, and some even rolled off their beds to the ground.

Those disciples who had been meditating on mountaintops, plains, or streamsides also opened their eyes.

They were shocked to see a man wielding a long knife, walking through the air.

The bloodthirsty aura emanating from him was even more intense than the blood-red dawn sky.

Each time he swung his long sword, it carried a monstrous, blood-red aura, striking down like divine punishment!
Mountains were cleaved in two, palaces and pavilions collapsed, and everything in sight was reduced to rubble.

The disciples of the Wangchuan Sect could hardly believe their eyes.

Who is this person?

How dare you trespass alone into the Wangchuan Sect's mountain gate to cause trouble?
What's more... he was all alone!
"Who is coming?!"

Soon, a deep and imposing voice resounded throughout the entire mountain range.

Several elders and peak masters took to the air, following closely behind the sect leader, and blocked Xiao Mo's path.

Suppressing the surging anger in his heart, Lu Dingxin, the sect leader of the Wangchuan Sect, frowned and said in a deep voice, "I wonder what brings you here, brother? Why did you attack without explanation?"

Although Lu Dingxin judged from the spiritual power emanating from the other party that he was only a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, and that he, as a Jade Purity Realm cultivator, could suppress him with a flick of his hand.

But the problem is, why would a sane Nascent Soul cultivator come to the Wangchuan Sect to seek his own death for no reason?
"Xiao Mo of the Myriad Paths Sect".

Xiao Mo gripped the long sword in his hand, his tone calm and his words clear.

"Xiao Mo of the Myriad Paths Sect?"

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, their faces filled with disbelief.

They were not unfamiliar with the name.

They simply couldn't understand why this candidate for Holy Son of the Myriad Paths Sect would suddenly attack the Forgotten River Sect.

"Is there some grudge between my Wangchuan Sect and your sect?" Lu Dingxin asked cautiously, his tone softening slightly.

Xiao Mo's status forced him to be polite.

After all, the Myriad Paths Sect is one of the Ten Great Demonic Sects, so he had to give them face.

Moreover, the other party's master, Xue Kui, is a madman known to everyone in the Western Regions.

"It has nothing to do with the Myriad Paths Sect. I'm here simply to destroy the sect."

After uttering the last word, he said no more.

He suddenly raised his long sword, and a sharp, blood-red sword aura tore through the sky and crashed down!

Lu Dingxin and the elders beside him were terrified and hurriedly used their movement techniques to scatter and avoid them.

As the blade fell, a bottomless crack suddenly appeared in the ground of the Wangchuan Sect.

Further away, a mountain was cleaved in two, its cross-section as smooth as a mirror, with rocks rumbling and tumbling down, dust filling the sky.

"Arrogant brat! Do you think you can act with impunity just because you have the backing of the Myriad Paths Sect?!"

Lu Dingxin was furious.

If it were merely a disciple of his sect who inadvertently offended the other party, he might be able to step in and make peace, giving the Myriad Paths Sect some face.

But Xiao Mo actually wanted to destroy the sect without saying a word, which is simply too much!
"kill him!"

Without further hesitation, Lü Dingxin sternly ordered the surrounding elders and peak masters.

Even though they belong to the same demonic path, the demonic path also has its own rules.

Moreover, the Wangchuan Sect also has the support of the "Emperor Beast Sect," one of the Ten Great Demonic Sects!

Even if we were to kill this reckless Xiao Mo today, it would be his own fault for courting death, and he has no one else to blame.

If the Myriad Paths Sect comes knocking on our door in the future, the Emperor Beast Sect will never stand idly by!
However, the next moment, Lü Dingxin's pupils suddenly contracted—

He was shocked to discover that although Xiao Mo was only at the Nascent Soul stage, his strength far exceeded his expectations!
Several elders and peak masters from the sect, who were also at the Nascent Soul stage, stepped forward, but they couldn't even withstand a single strike from him and were instantly cut down!
Compared to this person, their Nascent Soul realm was as fragile as paper, utterly vulnerable.

"Boy! Prepare to die!"

If Lü Dingxin couldn't hold back any longer and didn't make a move, he might really slaughter all the peak masters and elders of the Wangchuan Sect!
He pointed directly at Xiao Mo in mid-air—

In an instant, several blazing fire dragons roared from his fingertips, rushing towards his opponent with the force of burning the heavens.

Xiao Mo merely swung his sword indifferently, the crimson blade energy tearing through the sea of ​​fire, bursting forth from the flames, and once again slashing head-on at Lü Dingxin.

Lu Dingxin hurriedly dodged, but several cultivators behind him who couldn't dodge in time were slightly affected by the remaining sword energy and died on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Mo swept his sword horizontally, and a vast aura of bloodlust spread out like ripples, as if to tear the entire sky apart.

Lu Dingxin swallowed hard.

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, judging from those two stabs the other party just made...

Even with my late-stage Jade Purity Realm cultivation, I'm afraid I can't stop him!

After retreating several dozen feet, Lü Dingxin held nothing back.

He gripped the sect leader's token tightly and activated the Wangchuan Sect's protective formation with all his might!
At the same time, Lü Dingxin unleashed his natal magic weapon—a magic treasure shaped like a mountain and sea seal that grew larger in the wind, instantly covering the sky and the sun, with layers of illusory mountains crashing down on Xiao Mo!

"cracking!"

With a sharp phoenix cry, the sect's protective formation condensed into a blazing fire phoenix, which rushed straight at Xiao Mo!

Xiao Mo held the knife in one hand and chanted an incantation.

His blood boiled, surged and roared, and the bloodthirsty energy surged wildly between his muscles, bones and veins, almost tearing his body apart!
In an instant, the entire sky was dyed blood red, and the rising sun seemed to melt into the horizon, losing all its light.

Houses, grass, trees... everything was soaked in blood.

Suspended in the air, Xiao Mo resembled a monarch who held the power of life and death, looking down upon all living beings.

Blood Demon Blade Technique, Seventh Form: Heaven and Earth Void Crimson.

Xiao Mo used the Blood Demon Blade Technique to connect with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, drawing upon the bloodthirsty energy around him to frantically pour into the world, transforming this small area into a blade domain.

The Blade Domain is like the Sword Realm of a Sword Cultivator.

However, this move, "Heaven and Earth Void Crimson," is extremely dangerous. When using Heaven and Earth Void Crimson, one cannot continue to suppress the evil energy within the body; instead, one must release all the blood evil energy within, letting the killing intent surge like a torrent.

Xiao Moxu sought a sliver of clarity amidst the madness, clinging to the last vestige of reason.

The more people you kill, the heavier the evil aura you accumulate, and the greater the power of the Heaven and Earth Crimson.

However, the more difficult it is to control the Heaven and Earth Crimson, the more difficult it becomes.

Xue Kui once told Xiao Mo that he should avoid using this move if possible, because every time he uses it, his mind and bloodline will be tainted by the bloodthirsty energy until he is completely lost.

Throughout history, countless practitioners of the Blood Demon Blade Technique have succumbed to their true nature amidst this "Crimson Heaven and Earth," transforming into "Blood Demons" who only know how to slaughter.

But it's not just this one style.
Starting from the seventh move of the Blood Demon Blade Technique, each subsequent move directly devours the soul and tests one's Dao heart.

Otherwise, how could the Blood Demon Blade Technique be worthy of being called the "Demonic Path" by the world?
“Xiao Mo…”

Wang Xin, who arrived at Wangchuan Sect a step too late, stood on the ground, staring blankly at the blood-red and demonic figure in the air.

She knew she was powerless to stop him.

He would never listen to me.

Swing out the knife!

Xiao Mo held the Soul-Gathering Blade as if it were a vermilion brush, dipped in scarlet killing intent, and slashed the first mark in this painting of heaven and earth.

The blazing fire phoenix formed by the protective array of the Wangchuan Sect was decapitated by his sword, and shattered with a mournful cry!
The second cut is made!

The blade drew forth a torrent of blood, cleaving towards the imposing mountain phantom that pressed down upon them.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar echoed across the land, as a colossal blade, formed from a sea of ​​blood, shattered the illusory peaks—

The Mountain and Sea Seal that Lü Dingxin had just summoned cracked open with a single sound.

"puff--"

The sect leader of the Wangchuan Sect suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His natal magical artifact was damaged, and his soul was also severely injured.

We have to go!

Lu Dingxin lost all will to fight and turned to flee.

But he had barely flown less than ten feet when Xiao Mo's figure vanished like a ghost.

When he reappeared, the Soul-Gathering Blade had already pierced through Lü Dingxin's chest, pinning him straight to the ground like a meteor.

"boom--"

Dust flew everywhere, and the ground cracked into craters.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Lü Dingxin was pinned to the bottom of the pit by the long sword, blood spilling from his mouth, as he cried out in a feeble voice, "Spare...spare my life...as long as you spare me...I'll give you anything..."

Xiao Mo looked down at him with bloodshot eyes, as if looking at an ant: "But all I want is your lives."

Before he finished speaking, he slashed upwards with his longsword, and the bloodthirsty aura exploded outwards.

Lu Dingxin exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the spot, his body and soul completely destroyed.

After the sect leader died, everyone's hearts tightened suddenly, and they no longer had the intention to resist Xiao Mo. They all wanted to escape.

However, the Wangchuan Sect was already shrouded in the "Crimson Heaven and Earth," like a barrier that trapped them firmly within it, leaving no one with a way to escape and nowhere to go.

Xiao Mo seemed to have become the master of this world.

He can appear anywhere at will, his figure like a ghost, difficult to catch.

Under Wang Xin's watchful gaze, the cultivators in the sky exploded one after another, turning into clouds of scarlet blood mist, like dazzling fireworks.

Their lives were like grass in Xiao Mo's hands, easily crushed, and even their struggles seemed futile.

The bloodthirsty aura surrounding Xiao Mo grew increasingly intense, and his eyes became increasingly red.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Xiao Mo's longsword pierced through a magical artifact and plunged straight into the chest of a peak master, then lifted him high into the air.

The man had a jade pendant hanging from his waist, on which was clearly engraved the words "Master of Hundred Ghosts Peak".

Xiao Mo stared at him, his tone unusually calm: "Do you know Qian Zhenhao?"

The Hundred Ghosts Peak Master coughed violently, blood gushing from his mouth: "Cough... I know he is my disciple... Did he offend you? Rest assured... I will make him wish he were dead... I only beg you to spare my life."

Xiao Mo did not respond to his pleas for mercy, but continued to ask:
"Do you know someone named 'Tang Kuang'?"

"Tang Kuang?" The Hundred Ghosts Peak Master endured the pain of bloodlust eroding his lungs and lungs, struggling to think, "Who...is Tang Kuang?"

“He is an honest and simple ordinary man, and he is my third brother.”

Before Xiao Mo could finish speaking, his longsword slashed upwards, instantly turning his opponent into a cloud of blood mist that dissipated into the air.

Xiao Mo turned his gaze to the Wangchuan Sect disciples who were pinned to the ground by the blood-fiend aura and unable to move, his eyes showing no emotion.

He swung his sword again, and a chilling aura of bloodlust swept over their bodies like a tide, instantly destroying everyone's cultivation.

Afterwards, Xiao Mo picked up the jade tablet of the Wangchuan Sect Master, interrogated the two cultivators, and learned the location of the dungeon.

He commanded all the monks to gather on the plain outside the dungeon, opened the dungeon gates with a token, and severed all the cage chains with a single stroke.

The ordinary people who had been imprisoned for a long time were initially filled with doubt and suspicion, and no one dared to make a move.

They were unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

Until the first person who mustered up the courage stumbled out.

Then the second, the third...

More and more people followed suit.

An hour later, when they had all escaped from the dungeon, they stood on the plain and looked up.

What I saw was a landscape riddled with cracks, split mountains, houses reduced to ruins, and the figure of a man in the distance.
Just then, Xiao Mo swung his sword again.

In an instant, cries of agony filled the air. The tendons in the hands of the Wangchuan Sect disciples were severed, and their legs were locked to the ground by the baleful aura, unable to move an inch.

Xiao Mo's voice resonated in the ears of every ordinary person:

"Now that the Wangchuan Sect is gone, you can take your revenge if you have any grudges."

At first, they looked at each other, no one dared to move, and no one dared to believe. The long-term oppression and fear made them stand frozen in place.

However, the next moment, a ragged girl walked out of the crowd, trembling.

She picked up a longsword that had fallen to the ground, gripped it tightly with both hands, and suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream before stabbing it fiercely into the chest of a disciple of the Wangchuan Sect—

"Give me back my brother! Give me back my mother! Give me back my innocence!!!"

She cried out as she frantically stabbed at him.

Blood splattered on her face and clothes.

The disciple died soon after.

But she didn't stop, one sword after another, as if she wanted to vent all her hatred.

More and more people picked up the weapons scattered on the ground and rushed towards the cultivators who had once oppressed and tormented them.

Those without weapons picked up stones and smashed them down.

After all the stones had been picked up, they pounced on them and bit them with their teeth and tore them with their hands.

Some people, having avenged their great grudge, knelt on the ground and wailed loudly.

Some people laughed wildly, their laughter echoing across the plain.

The entire land was gradually stained with blood, and as far as the eye could see, not a single Wangchuan Sect cultivator remained alive.

Wang Xin stared blankly at everything before her, her eyes trembling, her small hands clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, an indescribable emotion spreading through the girl's heart.

The plain before us resembled a purgatory.

Xiao Mo, carrying the blood-stained Soul-Gathering Blade, walked step by step to Wang Xin. His voice pierced through the thick stench of blood like a sharp blade:
"You Buddhists talk about compassion, but who will pity them?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Mo brushed past her, leaving only his words echoing in the girl's ears:

"Go back to your Buddhist temple and chant your scriptures properly."

"If you continue to follow me, you'll be next to be killed."

(End of this chapter)