We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 270 I want to be buried in this sea of ​​Blood Queen flowers, watching them bloom (4000 words)
A total of 30,000 cultivators from the nine major sects flew towards the direction where Xiao Mo was.

However, just as they were getting closer to their target, everyone almost simultaneously slowed down their flight speed.

Even though there was only one person standing alone in front of him, it was as if a thousand troops were lined up in front of him, and an invisible pressure was coming towards him!

When the group of cultivators at the forefront were only two hundred feet away from Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo slowly put down the vermilion wine gourd and casually hung it back on his waist.

Then, he raised his hand and held the long sword upright in front of him, slowly drawing the blade out of its sheath inch by inch.

As each inch of the Ink-Dyed Blade was revealed, endless black blade energy coiled and spread like a living thing, surging outwards along the blade.

That fierce sword intent, like one black ribbon after another, spread out and swirled in all directions.

Centered on Xiao Mo, the dense aura of bloodlust and the chilling aura of the sword intertwined.

With each step the cultivators took forward, they felt an increasing pressure from the blood energy and sword intent.

Many people had cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

Judging from the spiritual energy, the other party was clearly only a cultivator at the Immortal Realm.

But why can it bring such terrifying pressure?

"Xiao Mo! You colluded with your fellow disciples to betray us and killed my dear friend Ding Jingyi. What do you have to say now?"

Tang Beifeng, the sect leader of the Imperial Beast Sect, flew out and shouted at Xiao Mo.

"I killed him, so what?"

Xiao Mo spoke calmly, not even glancing at Tang Beifeng, but simply lowering his eyes to wipe the ink stains from his hands.

"Today I will surely get justice for him!"

Tang Beifeng's voice resounded throughout the surrounding area, his words filled with indignation.

Only then did Xiao Mo slowly raise his eyes, his gaze towards Tang Beifeng carrying a hint of mockery, as if he were looking at a clown on a stage.
"If you want to take advantage of someone's misfortune, just say so. As a member of the demonic path, you insist on making up so many excuses. You are more disgusting than a prostitute trying to maintain a virtuous image."

"Arrogant brat, how dare you..."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Dan, the sect leader of Baiyu Sect, flew into a rage and was about to hurl a stern rebuke.

But before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Xiao Mo's long sword had already slashed down from mid-air.

A jet-black blade of light seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.

"Get out of the way!"

The roar of Wei Han, the sect leader of the Mad Sand Sect, suddenly rang out.

In fact, without his reminder, most cultivators knew in their hearts that they absolutely could not withstand this strike.

However, knowing that one should avoid it is one thing, but how many people can actually avoid it?
Xiao Mo's longsword slashed down, and the surging torrent of 30,000 cultivators was actually cleaved open by this single strike.

Wherever the blade's energy reached, countless cultivators instantly exploded, turning into clouds of blood mist.

Just as everyone was in shock, Xiao Mo, holding a long sword, stepped forward.

He was clearly walking in mid-air, yet it felt as if there was a pool of blood beneath his feet.

With each step he took, crimson ripples spread across the void.

Before we knew it, the world had changed color.

Centered on Xiao Mo, the entire area within a radius of fifty miles, both the earth and the sky, was dyed blood red.

Giant pillars of blood-red light stood tall, like a huge cage, imprisoning everyone inside.

"Blood Prison?!"

Tang Beifeng stared blankly at the scene before him.

He wasn't completely ignorant of the Blood Demon Blade Technique; he recognized it as one of its moves.

In Tang Beifeng's opinion, Xiao Mo has really gone mad!
He actually intended to trap these 30,000 people in his blood prison by himself and slaughter them all!

Putting everything else aside, on our side alone, there are nine experts at the Ascension Realm!
What gives him the audacity to do this?
He was even unable to use the Wan Dao Sect's protective formation!

However, Xiao Mo did not give them any more time to think.

The crimson hue between heaven and earth grew ever more intense. The long sword in his hand, named "Dye Ink," seemed to have transformed into a giant brush, freely wielding ink with the pervasive bloodthirsty aura.

However, wherever this "brush and ink" touched, any cultivator tainted by the bloodthirsty aura would, without exception, explode into clouds of blood mist.

In an instant, it seemed as if countless crimson fireworks were bursting in the sky above the battlefield, their brilliance masking the annihilation of countless cultivators.

Tang Beifeng and the other nine sect leaders of the Demon Sect could no longer stand idly by. The nine figures flew out at the same time, intending to surround Xiao Mo and kill him together.

In their view, it should have been easy for nine Ascension Realm experts to besiege Xiao Mo, who was isolated and helpless.

However, they soon realized they were wrong.

Although Xiao Mo was only at the Immortal Realm, his strength far surpassed that of ordinary Ascension Realm cultivators.

With the constant enhancement of the celestial weapon in his hand, his combat power became even more outrageous.

Xiao Mo targeted the sect leader of the Tianqi Sect first and went straight for him.

The sect leader of the Tianqi Sect, Yun Mochen, wielded a light spear and fought ten rounds with Xiao Mo. His tiger's mouth was numb from the impact, and he was finally slashed away by a single blow.

"Brother Yun, I'm here to help you!"

Wei Han, the sect leader of the Mad Sand Sect, shouted and waved his hand, causing countless sandstorms to condense into ferocious beasts that pounced on Xiao Mo.

With a single slash, Xiao Mo caused the sand beast to crumble and turn into dust.

The next second, he emerged from the sand curtain, his blade aimed straight at Wei Han!
Wei Han was cut in two by this blade, his body scattering into quicksand and falling down.

However, in the blink of an eye, the sand and dust coalesced again, reshaping his body.

"cough cough"

Wei Han clutched his chest tightly, his face pale, clearly having suffered a serious internal injury.

"Whoever takes Xiao Mo's head will one day rule the Myriad Paths Sect!"

Jiang Huan, the sect leader of the Western Dream Sect, shouted loudly and then took the lead, leading all the cultivators to charge towards Xiao Mo.

"kill!"

A deafening battle cry rushed towards Xiao Mo.
However, Xiao Mo merely glanced at them indifferently.

In that instant, nine strange Dao patterns appeared in his eyes.

Among the crowd, some cultivators who noticed his gaze began to lose control of their bodies.

"what you do?!"

"what!"

"Are you crazy?!"

Why are you trying to kill me?!

"stop it!"

"Stop it!"

Among the 30,000 cultivators, more and more were controlled by Xiao Mo's pupil technique, turning their swords to slash at their comrades.

In the blink of an eye, pairs of blood-red eyes opened again in the sky.

Anyone who was gazed upon by those blood-red eyes became Xiao Mo's puppet, raising their knives to slaughter their companions.

"Xiao Mo, I'd like to see how long you can hold out!"

Tang Beifeng was furious.

He never expected that Xiao Mo had not only cultivated the Blood Demon Blade Technique to such a high level, but had also completely mastered the Illusionary Heaven Technique.

However, both of these techniques place a great burden on the physical body and the soul.

He wanted to see just how long Xiao Mo could hold out by simultaneously using the Blood Demon Blade Technique and the Illusionary Heaven Technique!

Tang Beifeng and the other nine Ascension Realm cultivators responded to each other, trying their best to avoid being killed one by one by Xiao Mo.

Soon, the nine of them quickly formed a formation, each occupying a position, their spiritual energy intertwined to form a unified whole.

The combined power of the nine people formed a massive vortex of spiritual energy, trapping Xiao Mo at its center.

Once the formation was complete, even the air seemed to freeze.

Xiao Mo felt his body sealed by an invisible force, and his movements seemed to slow down a bit.

He frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the nine cultivators in the formation before finally settling on Zhong Dan, the weakest sect leader of the White Jade Sect. "This formation is nothing special."

Xiao Mo wielded the Ink-Dyed Blade and slashed out, his blood-fiend energy surging wildly from his body, merging with the blade's energy to form a blade aura that soared into the sky.

Xiao Mo slashed directly at the location where Zhong Dan was.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, space was torn apart, revealing emptiness, and a piercing tearing sound was heard.

Zhong Dan's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly activated all her spiritual power to resist.

The other eight people also exerted their strength at the same time, continuously injecting spiritual power into the formation in an attempt to stabilize the situation.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Zhong Dan groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face deathly pale.

"Hold on!" Tang Beifeng shouted, forming hand seals and channeling a powerful spiritual force into the formation.

But Xiao Mo suddenly changed his tactics at this moment.

With a sway of his body, before the blade's energy dissipated, he used the recoil to rush towards Jiang Huan, the sect leader of the Western Dream Sect, on the other side.

This unexpected strike caught all nine people off guard.

Jiang Huan hastily prepared for the attack, and just as he raised his longsword, Ran Mo slashed down at him with a sharp blade of energy.

He barely managed to block the blow, but the impact caused his hand to split open, and the sword almost slipped from his grasp.

"Beware of his Illusionary Heaven Technique!"

Tang Beifeng, the sect leader of the Imperial Beast Sect, loudly reminded them.

But it was too late.

Nine Dao patterns spun rapidly in Xiao Mo's eyes, and Jiang Huan felt dizzy as the scene before her suddenly distorted.

In the instant he lost his focus, Xiao Mo's knife had already slashed across his chest.

"puff!"

Jiang Huan spat out a mouthful of blood, a deep wound that exposed bone appeared on his chest, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the pillar of blood.

Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Mo wielded the ink-stained brush repeatedly.

Black blade energy poured out like a torrential rain, forcing the other eight people to retreat repeatedly, and the formation could no longer be maintained.

Blood Demon Blade Technique, Sixth Form – Blood Sea.

Centered on Xiao Mo, the bloodthirsty aura spread outwards like a tsunami.

The crimson waves swept across the sky, and wherever they passed, cultivators with lower cultivation levels were instantly turned into blood mist, without even having time to scream.

With the deaths of thousands of cultivators, the blood aura became even more intense, and even the air was filled with a thick, pungent smell of blood.

Tang Beifeng and his eight companions were all injured and looked dazed.

They couldn't believe it was true.

These nine Ascension Realm cultivators couldn't gain any advantage against Xiao Mo, and were even being suppressed by him!
"almost."

Xiao Mo gave them a cold look.

He raised the ink-stained glass again.

The crimson light on the ink-stained blade intensified, and the bloodthirsty aura continuously condensed on the blade.

Meanwhile, within the Blood Prison, chains were being used to bind tens of thousands of cultivators!

Between heaven and earth, only black and white remained, except for the blood-red longsword in Xiao Mo's hand.

"Oh no! Let's go!"

How could Tang Beifeng not recognize that this was the most "domineering" opening move of the Blood Demon Blade Technique!
Tang Beifeng's Dao heart was frantically telling him—he had to leave!

The other eight sect leaders clenched their fists, extremely unwilling to accept defeat.

He could have divided up all of the Myriad Paths Sect by killing him!
The opponent was clearly only at the Immortal Realm, at most wielding an Immortal Weapon, and even that Immortal Weapon didn't have a weapon spirit!

But now, he's being stopped by this blond kid!

"Let's go!" The sect leaders of the various demonic sects no longer hesitated and had no choice but to leave.

Seeing their sect leader fleeing in all directions, how could the disciples of these nine sects still have the will to continue fighting?

Watching the cultivators scatter in a flurry, wishing they could escape even faster, Xiao Mo slashed them with his sword.

The sandstorm clone of Wei Han, the sect leader of the Mad Sand Sect, was shattered by a single strike.

The light spear of Yun Mochen, the sect leader of the Tianqi Sect, was cleaved in two.

The giant beast phantom behind Tang Beifeng, the sect leader of the Imperial Beast Sect, was torn to pieces.
Eight people were seriously injured one after another, and their robes were stained with blood.

They turned back and glared fiercely at Xiao Mo before continuing their escape.

Xiao Mo stood atop the mountain peak, coldly observing everything. Blood slid down Xiao Mo's right hand, flowing over the "Ink-Dyed" longsword, and finally landing on the ground.

He did not pursue, nor did he have the strength to do so.

After the last person disappeared into the horizon, Xiao Mo took a deep breath, leaned on his sword, and slowly sat down on the mountaintop.

Blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, staining his shirt red.

At this moment, Xiao Mo was also nearing his limit.

Xiao Mo looked down and around, only to see corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood flowing, staining the earth red.

Just as Xiao Mo's consciousness began to fade, his eyes slowly closed, and his body was about to fall forward, a fragrant breeze wafted past Xiao Mo's nose.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Mo felt a soft, warm sensation on his cheek.

Si Li knelt down in front of Xiao Mo and pulled his head into her soft embrace.

Seeing Xiao Mo's black clothes tattered and stained with blood, and his right hand gripping the long knife trembling uncontrollably, with blood dripping down his face, one could see that Xiao Mo's black clothes were tattered and stained with blood.

Si Li pressed her thin lips tightly together, her eyes misty with tears, as if she would burst into tears at any moment.

Si Li witnessed the entire process of Xiao Mo fighting against the nine major demonic sects.

She wanted to help several times.

But she knew even better that with her own strength, going to the battlefield would only be a hindrance.

"How is it?" Xiao Mo asked Si Li, his hot breath brushing against Si Li's fair skin.

"The nine major demonic sects have all left and dare not return. The Hall Master of the Punishment Hall and the others have also led the disciples who remained in the Myriad Paths Sect to guard the various passes of the sect."

Junior Sister Yu is currently in charge of the overall situation, personally suppressing some cultivators with impure intentions.

Furthermore, the sect-protecting formation will be available this afternoon.

Si Li reported the truth.

"Mm," Xiao Mo replied. "Thank you for your hard work."

“It is you who has worked hard, young master.” Si Li’s voice trembled slightly.

Si Li was used to Xiao Mo's strong and assertive demeanor, but seeing him so weak and vulnerable like a child made her feel even more heartbroken. She wished she could cherish and take good care of him.

"Si Li, there are two things I need you to do," Xiao Mo said.

“Please speak, young master,” Si Li said softly. “I am willing to do anything for you.”

“I read in a book that the Blood Queen Flower of the Western Regions easily grows in soil soaked with blood. Go and clean up these corpses, and then scatter the seeds of the Blood Queen Flower here.”

"Yes, young master, I remember." Si Li nodded.

"The second thing."

Xiao Mo paused for a moment before speaking.

"If I die one day, tell Yunwei to bury me here."

"Young master will not die!"

Everyone dies.

Xiao Mo shook his head, straightened up from Si Li's embrace, and looked down the mountain.

"I want to be buried in this sea of ​​Blood Queen flowers, watching them bloom."

(End of this chapter)