Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

"Gone?!"

"Could it be that someone performed a blood sacrifice to summon it?"

The Shadow Clan's Mahayana cultivator's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted violently, and he was filled with disbelief.

He knew of this secret technique.

By performing a blood sacrifice at the location where the Xuan Tian Treasure appears, you can summon the nearby Xuan Tian Treasure.

But he had only just run away!

Has the other side successfully completed the blood sacrifice?

Isn't it too fast?

Other places.

The entire Shadow Clan territory has been transformed into a living hell.

The Mahayana practitioners of various races disregarded living beings, unleashing earth-shattering spells with a mere wave of their hands, killing anyone they encountered.

The malevolent aura dyed the entire sky crimson.

Countless Shadow Clan members wailed and prostrated themselves, howling in despair.

"Where is the Mahayana practitioner of my clan?!"

"Your Excellency, save me!!"

The cries of anguish pierced through the rain of blood, but received no response whatsoever.

This moment.

Many fans were heartbroken.

They were utterly abandoned by the very ruler upon whom they depended.

Above the clouds on the horizon.

Mo Jianli and Ao Xiao stood quietly, silently looking down at the bloody calamity below.

His eyes were filled with lingering fear.

Thank goodness.

They saved themselves early on.

The horrific scene of annihilation and death that just now almost befell the two clans.

At the heart of the formation.

Linghu Qing slowly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a restrained inner light.

After a period of meditation with his eyes closed, he gained a great deal.

He had thoroughly understood the array patterns and intricacies of the entire Star-Guiding Sky-Severing Array.

Now, he can completely replicate the same array flags, and with someone's help, he can set up a large array.

What surprised him even more was...

The hidden silver tadpole patterns within the formation did not appear to be traces of a spirit realm formation.

It resembles a celestial formation.

I've long heard that the Helian Merchant Alliance hides many secret techniques from the celestial realm, and this grand formation might be one of them.

A true immortal formation cannot be set up by a hundred people combining their powers.

But if it's a weakened version, then it makes sense.

He glanced around calmly.

All nine cultivators in the same group focused intently, pouring their spiritual power into the array flags without the slightest slackening.

No one was watching him.

Since unlocking the "Child of the Dao" entry, his enlightenment has become as commonplace as eating and drinking.

To outsiders, he had simply closed his eyes to rest, and no one realized that he had actually been meditating.

Linghu Qing's gaze pierced through the light barrier, looking towards the heart of the Shadow Clan.

Boundless crimson aura surged and rose, engulfing the heavens and earth.

"A murderous aura filled the sky."

"It is unknown how many lives were slaughtered to create such a terrifying aura of malevolence."

He said this heavily in his heart.

Deep within the dantian of the body.

The Hundred Sons United Demon stirred with desire, conveying its yearning wishes to him.

The malevolent energy and remnant souls within the formation are its favorite nourishment; to it, the formation is like a feast.

Linghu Qing pondered to himself.

Yan Wuming is currently stuck at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and his growth rate is indeed too slow.

This great upheaval is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it presents an excellent chance for it to break through and improve.

They were isolated outside the great formation.

He also wanted to see what was happening inside the great formation.

Anyway, the Hundred Sons United Demon is under his control, so he can't do any harm to him, nor can his soul be searched.

Linghu Qing immediately made up his mind.

While the other teammates were not paying attention, they took advantage of the fact that no one else was paying attention.

The Hundred Sons United Demon teleported from the Myriad Souls Banner, appearing a hundred miles away.

"Let me see what the fate of the Shadow Clan will be."

Linghu Qing closed his eyes, and the perspective of the Hundred Sons of One Heart Demon appeared in his vision.

From the perspective of a borrowed soul.

He watched as Yan Wuming moved forward, greedily devouring remnant souls and malevolent energy along the way.

Strands and threads flowed continuously into the soul.

Their strength continues to grow.

Before long, its aura surged, breaking through the shackles and entering the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

hum!

A tremendous sound suddenly erupted ahead, as if someone had blown a horn as loud as a mountain, deep and resounding.

"Let's go take a look."

Linghu Qing communicated with his mind, his tone resolute.

Yan Wuming felt apprehensive, but since his master had given the order, he obeyed and proceeded, even though he felt it was extremely dangerous ahead.

They traveled through the malevolent aura for a long time.

Climb to the top of the mountain.

Looking into the distance, one could see a dozen Mahayana figures standing in mid-air atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The group joined forces to set up the blood sacrifice array, their expressions fervent.

"The space has been completely sealed off; the Xuan Tian Spirit-Slaying Sword has no chance of escape!"

"With this blood sacrifice successfully completed, the spiritual treasure will surely appear!"

Seeing the expectant expressions on the faces of the powerful clans and experts, Linghu Qing knew that this place was not safe, even though he didn't know what they were talking about.

"No need to look anymore."

Linghu Qing immediately gave the order.

Yan Wuming breathed a sigh of relief, and his body instantly disintegrated and vanished.

The soul disintegrates directly, leading to death.

The next instant, a Mahayana divine sense swept across the area and paused slightly.

"Um?"

The man frowned slightly, secretly puzzled.

Just now, a soul disintegrated on its own?

It's likely that some remnant soul of the Shadow Clan attempted to transform into a ghost cultivator, but failed and dissipated.

The thought flashed through his mind, and he stopped caring about it.

Thousands of miles away.

Deserted valley.

Another demon with a hundred sons sharing the same heart is hiding here.

Its body is special, with a hundred separate souls, each with its own function. As long as none of the hundred bodies die at the same time, it can keep resurrecting.

"Avoid that area and go gather resources from all directions."

Linghu Qing transmitted his thoughts again.

Swish!

The hundred soul shadows instantly split apart and sped off in all directions.

Yan Wuming directly split all one hundred of his bodies.

The various clans, with their high standards, only took away the Shadow Clan's core spiritual veins and treasure trove.

This became a perfect opportunity for Yan Wuming to plunder.

Not long after.

A fragment of the soul paused in front of a cave deep in the mountains, looking curious.

There are people inside the cave!

The Hundred Sons United Demon quickly notified Linghu Qing to descend upon it.

Then he quietly approached and peered through the cracks in the rock wall to see what was inside.

Inside the cave.

Two Golden Spear Clan Mahayana cultivators, their bodies entirely shimmering with gold, are joining forces to use a secret technique to forcibly alter the soul memories of Shadow Clan Mahayana cultivators.

The Shadow Clan Mahayana trembled violently, his soul wracked with excruciating pain, his eyes bloodshot as he struggled desperately.

"The Jin...Ge tribe!"

"So it was you all! A conspiracy!"

He gritted his teeth and roared, filled with resentment and rage.

A Mahayana practitioner named Liuyu, whose body was adorned with seven colors, had an indifferent expression and a cold, ruthless tone.

"It is your honor to save the peace of all races on the Fengyuan Continent with your life."

"Rong...you...!!"

The Shadow Clan Mahayana cultivator cursed incessantly, but he was unable to break free from the two's secret technique restraints.

"So they are the Jin Ge tribe."

Linghu Qing suddenly felt enlightened.

No wonder the fake Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword was so convincing that it fooled even the Shadow Clan's Mahayana cultivators.

The Jin Ge tribe is fundamentally skilled in weapon crafting, and is proficient in forging objects and mimicking patterns.

For them, counterfeiting a fake Xuan Tian treasure was an easy task.

Inside the cave.

The sounds of struggling gradually faded away.

Liu Yu's expression was serious: "His spirit and will are incredibly strong; at most, he can only suppress the alteration for half a day."

"There's enough time."

Another Mahayana practitioner with platinum-colored hair, named Xijin, spoke up.

His gaze fell upon a complex teleportation array at his feet.

"The formation is ready; activate at the scheduled time."

"When the intercontinental teleportation array is activated, there will be obvious fluctuations in spiritual energy, which others will notice."

"By the time they arrive, they will see him disappear with the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword."

"Everything is going according to plan."

The two plotted meticulously, leaving no room for error.

"The plan is good, but we mustn't let that brat ruin it."

"Heh, a mere Nascent Soul ghost, you think you can leave now that you've entered?"

A cold voice rang out.