Transmigrating to the Qi Cultivation Path, I became an outdated Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Chapter 122 The Bloodstained Wedding Banquet [15,000 words, please update]

Two years later, Changyang Mountain.

As dawn broke through and the mountain mists had not yet dissipated, the main peak was already decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, creating a festive and lively atmosphere.

Along the Qingyun Stone Steps from the foot of the mountain to the summit, a double happiness lantern hangs every nine steps, swaying gently in the mountain breeze and casting dappled warm red light.

Red ribbons and colorful banners were tied to the branches of the ancient trees on both sides of the stone steps. When the morning breeze blew, the ribbons fluttered and rustled, as if the whole mountain was singing for the wedding.

The training ground halfway up the mountain has long been converted into a banquet hall.

Hundreds of jade tables were neatly arranged, with fragrant fruits and jade-like wine on them.

More than a hundred members of the He family, dressed in brand-new blue robes, moved about busily.

The main hall on the main peak is decorated in a magnificent manner. The nine jade pillars with coiled dragons in front of the hall are wrapped with gold and red gauze, and fist-sized luminous pearls are suspended on the top of the pillars, which shimmer with a soft glow even in the daytime.

The palace doors were wide open, and inside, red candles burned brightly, casting a spiritual glow.

Today is the wedding day of He Ziyang, the precious son of the He family.

Two years ago, He Ziyang took the initiative to ask the clan elder to help him find a suitable woman for marriage, as he wanted to keep his roots in the He family.

After much effort by the clan elders, an agreement was finally reached with the Sheng family patriarch, Sheng Wancheng. The woman in question was Sheng Yuting, the sixteen-year-old youngest daughter of the clan leader, Sheng Changhong.

The significance of this marriage is clear to any cultivator with any standing in the Silver Sand River region.

This marriage between the two families means that the two most powerful forces in the Yinsha River region have now joined forces.

From now on, within a radius of thousands of miles, who would dare to easily provoke the He and Sheng families?

Therefore, the wedding was naturally planned to be as lavish as possible.

The other Foundation Establishment families around the Silver Sand River did not dare to be negligent. Zhou Yuanhe, the patriarch of the Zhou family of Luoyun Mountain, arrived early in the morning.

Wen Xun, the only Foundation Establishment cultivator in the Wen family on Zhangming Island, was naturally not willing to lag behind.

As for Liu Qingsong, the patriarch of the Liu family of Lianyue Lake, he has always kept to himself and rarely appeared in public since the incident when the lord of the manor came to visit. But he came today.

As for other forces, big and small, anyone who felt they had some influence in the Silver Sand River flocked to their door.

At noon, the bell tolled nine times.

Inside the main hall of the main peak, He Ziyang, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, stood with his hands behind his back.

Today, He Ziyang wore a purple-gold crown and a jade belt. His sword-like eyebrows reached his temples, and his face was sharply defined. His cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. His aura was deep and condensed, and he faintly revealed a sharpness that was about to break through.

He was already handsome, and this wedding only added to his dashing appearance.

Beside him, Sheng Yuting, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, stood with her head bowed.

This girl has beautiful features, and her clear eyes hold a hint of shyness.

Looking around the hall, all the prominent figures of Yinsha River were present, including the entire He family, except for He Jingxing.

However, on this joyous day, the young man happened to break through the threshold of the mid-stage Qi Refining realm and was in seclusion at Guiyuan Cave.

"The auspicious time has arrived!"

At the host's loud shout, the newlyweds bowed to He Weixian, the patriarch of the He family, and Sheng Wancheng, the patriarch of the Sheng family, who were seated at the head of the table.

It is worth mentioning that Sheng Mingze, who had joined the Yunze Sect, also returned for this marriage and stood beside Sheng Wancheng.

This young man's aura is in no way inferior to Sheng Wancheng's; he has clearly reached the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage and is not far from the middle stage.

This caught He Ziyang's attention a few more times, but after confirming that the person did not possess any life-related supernatural abilities and was clearly not practicing the Qi-absorbing supernatural power cultivation method, He Ziyang did not pay any more attention to him.

However, having two Foundation Establishment cultivators in one family is truly unique among the major families of Yinsha River. Today's wedding is also a way for the Sheng family to demonstrate its strength to the outside world, and it is by no means a simple attempt to curry favor with the He family.

While He Ziyang was sizing up Sheng Mingze, the man was also sizing up He Ziyang.

"Brother, what do you think of He Ziyang?"

Under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, He Ziyang and Sheng Yuting prepared to begin the ritual of fellow practitioners, while Sheng Mingzhe's elder sister, Sheng Minglan, asked them a question via telepathy.

Sheng Mingze was silent for a moment. Although he didn't really want to say it, he still sighed and said, "He is indeed a genuine disciple of a high-ranking sect. He is very similar to the inner disciples of our Yunze Sect in some aspects."

Sheng Mingze didn't elaborate, but he knew very well that He Ziyang cultivated the Qi Absorption Divine Path Technique, and his master was the number one cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage in the Tai Xuan Zheng Yi Dao. Even though He Ziyang was currently just a Qi Refining stage disciple, he was still far superior to him.

The difference between the two is like that between a firefly and the bright moon.

Sheng Minglan knew her younger brother very well. Seeing his inexplicable dejection, she was about to ask him something when the ceremony of fellow cultivators began.

"One bow, with Heaven and Earth as witness!"

He Ziyang and Sheng Yuting turned around in unison and bowed towards the blue sky outside the hall.

"Second bow, may our relatives bear witness."

The two then turned around and bowed deeply to He Weixian and Sheng Wancheng, the representatives of the imperial clan seated at the head of the table.

However, a thought arose in He Ziyang's mind:

It's a pity the lord isn't here; otherwise, he should be sitting at the head of the table receiving my greeting.

"Three bows, may our hearts be one as fellow practitioners."

For the final bow, He Ziyang and Sheng Yuting simply bowed to each other, and the ceremony of fellow practitioners was considered complete.

After that, as long as they drink the Centennial Heart-to-Heart Wine again, the two will be a legitimate Daoist couple, witnessed by all the Foundation Establishment families in the Silver Sand River.

However, just as this bow was about to be performed...

Boom!

A loud explosion suddenly erupted in the sky, followed by a beam of blood-red light that descended from the heavens, instantly enveloping the main peak of Changyang Mountain!

The entire hall trembled, the lamps on the ceiling shook violently, and several red lanterns hanging from the beams and pillars fell to the ground and shattered.

Before anyone could react, a thick, nauseating stench of blood spread from all directions.

"What's going on?!"

"What's going on?"

"Someone's attacking the mountain?!"

The guests in the hall were shocked and immediately took out their protective magical artifacts. For a moment, the hall was filled with flashing spiritual light and intermingling figures.

All the monks in the hall looked terrified.

He Ziyang pulled Sheng Yuting behind him, his brows furrowed, and spread his divine sense. He sensed a bloodthirsty aura that made his heart tremble, spreading around the main peak at an alarming speed.

Before he could speak, a scream came from outside the hall.

The scream was extremely short, so short that it sounded like the crowing of a rooster whose neck had been snapped.

This was just the beginning. Soon, piercing screams rose and fell, echoing from the training ground halfway up the mountain and straight up the mountain path, as if exploding in every corner of the main peak.

"Blood! Blood! Blood everywhere!"

"The training ground was engulfed in blood; everyone was dead, utterly dead!"

"Help!"

"Grandmaster, save me!"

In the chaos, dozens of low-ranking disciples of the He family swarmed towards the main hall from the direction of the mountain path, all of them pale-faced and trembling.

Some people still had wounds on their bodies, as if they had been bitten by something. The edges of the wounds were covered with an abnormal dark red color, which was spreading rapidly in all directions.

"Outside...outside is a river of blood!" A member of the He family, at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, rushed to He Ziyang, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "That river of blood devours anyone it sees, turning them into something neither human nor ghost!"

He Ziyang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He subconsciously turned his head to look outside the hall, only to see that a thick, blood-red light curtain had risen around the main peak at some unknown time.

The light curtain was hemispherical, enveloping the entire main peak. Its surface was covered with dense, eerie runes, each of which resembled a scarlet eye slowly opening.

Below the light screen, blood-red rivers were emerging from the void, meandering and flowing, causing vegetation to wither and life to vanish wherever they passed.

The corpses of the He family disciples who had been swallowed by the river of blood tumbled in the blood for a few breaths before standing up again.

Their eyes had turned a hollow, blood-red color, and their bodies still bore the marks of being torn apart, but they were devoid of any life, leaving only a pure, bloodthirsty ferocity.

They opened their mouths and let out inhuman roars as they rushed toward the remaining members of the He family.

"This is... a bloodline formation from the demonic cultivators of the south?!"

Sheng Mingze had finally gained more experience. He recalled some descriptions of past Dao battles he had seen in the sect and thought of some similar scenarios.

Sheng Wancheng looked grave and quickly asked, "Mingze, tell me the details of the situation?"

"It should be the Blood King Sect's Myriad Ferocious Blood Spirit Array!"

This formation is extremely malevolent. Once someone is swallowed by the river of blood within it, they will transform into a ferocious blood spirit. For each additional blood spirit, the strength of the person who set up the formation increases!

Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Although most people don't know what the Blood King Sect is, the words "demonic cultivator" are enough to make people turn pale at the mere mention of them.

But how did this demonic cultivator manage to sneak in so quietly and set up such a formation?

"Walk!"

No one knows who first shouted that word, but the guests in the hall immediately erupted in chaos.

Several disciples from Foundation Establishment families rushed out from the banquet, each summoning a flying artifact, and transformed into several streaks of light, rushing towards the outside of the mountain gate.

However, the moment they touched that crimson light barrier, it was as if they had crashed into an invisible wall of flesh and blood.

The light screen remained motionless; instead, countless fine blood vessels extended from its surface, wrapping around their bodies like living things.

No matter how they activated their protective magic artifacts or struggled desperately, the blood threads only tightened their grip, eventually pulling them into the light barrier.

After several shrill screams that were inhuman, several blurry figures appeared on the light screen. The figures struggled a few times before completely merging into the thick crimson blood, becoming one of the countless blood spirits in the formation.

hiss!

The sound of gasps for air rose and fell.

The expressions of all the cultivators in the hall changed.

Just then, an extremely cold voice came from the sky above!

Thirty years!

I, Xu Zi'ang, have finally returned to the ancestral home of my Xu family. How your He family slaughtered my people and seized my family's land back then, today I will return it all to you!

Before the words were finished, a blood-red light shone brightly in the sky, as if a river of blood was pouring down from the heavens, turning the entire mountain blood-red!

"The Xu family?!"

It was Xu Jiayu... who came back to collect a debt! We're finished! This is the real end!

"But it was the He family that occupied Changyang Mountain and slaughtered the Xu family. What does that have to do with us?"

"What are you thinking? This Xu Ziang is a true demonic cultivator. He doesn't care about you. He will definitely kill everyone."

"Oh no! Oh no!"

A sense of despair was spreading within the hall.

He Ziyang's expression was frighteningly somber.

He slowly swept his gaze across the panicked guests in the hall, finally fixing it on Sheng Yuting beside him.

Sheng Yuting gripped his sleeve tightly, her lips turning white, but she remained silent, biting her lower lip hard, refusing to show any fear in front of others.

He Ziyang felt a warmth in his heart, gently patted the back of her hand, and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

To his utter surprise, as soon as he finished speaking, countless drops of blood instantly oozed from the cracks in the floor tiles of the main hall.

Those with slightly higher cultivation levels are better off; their protective spiritual light can still offer some protection, and with this buffer, they can float in mid-air.

However, Sheng Yuting was only at the third level of Qi Refining. In a moment of urgency, the blood submerged her insteps, and her entire body instantly melted away.

He Ziyang watched helplessly as his bride, whom he was not yet to marry, died right before his eyes!

"Yu Ting!"

The Sheng family members were all shocked, but Sheng Wancheng stopped them from stepping forward. He used a magic weapon to instantly shatter Sheng Yuting.

Elder He Weixian quickly stepped forward and pulled the stunned He Ziyang into mid-air.

After this incident, the hall was in complete chaos. Seeing that if things continued like this, Xu Zi'ang would not need to take any further action, and everyone would die, Sheng Wancheng shouted loudly: "Everyone, do not panic."

In the current situation, the more chaotic things get, the faster we'll die!

Sheng Wancheng still had some prestige. Seeing that everyone had stopped and turned to look at him, he immediately said, "Everyone, please don't listen to this demonic cultivator's nonsense anymore."

"I just caught a glimpse of this person's aura; he's at most at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. We have five Foundation Establishment cultivators on our side. If we work together, we can definitely defeat him!"

As soon as Sheng Wancheng finished speaking, Sheng Mingze chimed in, "What the ancestor said is true. This demonic cultivator's strength is probably not much stronger than ours, otherwise why would he be so secretive?"

"Just take action and wipe us all out!"

Many people in the hall nodded in agreement. Elder He Weixian, the eldest of the clans, also said shrewdly, "Demonic cultivators are known for their cunning. This person may not be a remnant of the Xu family. He may be using the name of a remnant of the Xu family to give you all a false sense of security, and then defeat us one by one."

"That's absolutely right, that's exactly the point!"

"Old Ancestor Sheng, just tell us what to do? Everyone will listen to you."

In an instant, hope was ignited in the hearts of those trapped in the hall, and they regarded Sheng Wancheng as their backbone.

Sheng Wancheng had an idea, and his gaze quickly locked onto a woman dressed in plain clothes.

This woman was standing in the crowd of the Sheng family; she was Li Xiuning, the orphan of Li Daoyun and He Sheng's junior sister.

"Xiuning, with your expertise in formations, could you possibly spot any weaknesses in this Myriad Fiends Blood Spirit Formation that would make it easier for us to break through?"

"Please wait a moment, Ancestor."

Li Xiuning took a deep breath and flipped her palm to take out an ancient bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror was covered with densely etched patterns, which was Li Daoyun's unique magical artifact, the Spirit Detection Mirror.

She infused her magic into the mirror, and a pale golden light immediately shone on the bronze mirror.

The light spread outwards like ripples on water, paused abruptly upon touching the blood-red light curtain, and then expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A moment later, she suddenly raised her head, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, and pointed her finger towards the southwest of the main peak: "There!"

The spiritual energy fluctuations from that array pattern are the weakest. If we concentrate our strength and launch a powerful attack, we should have a chance to break the array!

Sheng Wancheng's pupils flickered slightly, and he immediately said in a deep voice, "There's no time to lose, everyone follow me..."

Before the words were even finished, a sudden change occurred!

Zhou Yuanhe, the old patriarch of the Zhou family who had been standing silently not far from Sheng Wancheng, suddenly swayed.

A chilling light, completely different from usual, suddenly burst forth in his cloudy old eyes.

A thin, handleless throwing knife, as thin as a cicada's wing, silently slipped out from his sleeve.

The throwing knife was dark red in color, and as soon as it appeared, it emitted an extremely subtle bloodthirsty aura. It was obviously refined with some kind of blood-path secret method, specifically designed to break through protective spiritual light.

Swish!

Li Xiuning was concentrating on using the Spirit Mirror to search for the nodes of the formation when she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck.

She instinctively tried to turn her head, but before she could even twist her neck, a perfectly healthy head shot into the air, blood gushing from the severed neck, staining the Spirit Mirror crimson.

"Xiuning!"

Li Xiuning's husband, Sheng Changgong, stood beside her, his eyes blazing with fury.

Sheng Wancheng did not expect Zhou Yuanhe to make such a sudden move. At this moment, he understood that Xu Ziang was most likely brought by Zhou Yuanhe. The two of them had planned this for a long time!

"Zhou Yuanhe, prepare to die!"

Sheng Wancheng's entire body was surging with magical power, his beard and hair standing on end, as he was about to attack Zhou Yuanhe.

However, someone made the first move.

"Zhou Yuanhe, die!"

With a roar, Sheng Mingze flicked his wrist, and a pair of azure blue Emei daggers shot out from his sleeve, aiming straight for Zhou Yuanhe's upper and lower body.

However, Zhou Yuanhe seemed to have anticipated this. After beheading the enemy with a single strike, he didn't linger. His figure transformed into a streak of bloody light, and in an instant, he had covered more than ten feet. His speed was even faster than that of an ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator!

"Old man Sheng, don't think I'm afraid of you!" Zhou Yuanhe turned back as he fled, his aged face now showing strange, blood-red lines, making him look ferocious and terrifying. "From today onwards, the He and Sheng families will be wiped out. From now on, the Yinsha River region will belong solely to my Zhou family!"

Sheng Mingze's attack missed its mark, and just as he was about to pursue, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly came from mid-air.

"The Sheng family has two members who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage; what a magnificent sight!"

Above the crimson light curtain that enveloped the entire main peak, a slender figure slowly emerged—it was Xu Zi'ang!

He was dressed in a blood-red robe, and was extremely tall yet shockingly thin.

His cheeks were deeply sunken and his cheekbones were high and prominent. At first glance, he looked like a skeleton wrapped in a monk's robe.

He stood with his hands behind his back at the core of the formation, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Behind him, in the void, faint, crimson light threads were continuously flowing into his body at an astonishing speed.

That was the blood power that the Myriad Ferocious Blood Spirit Array fed back to him after each life it devoured and transformed into a blood spirit.

At this moment, He Ziyang finally recovered and raised his head to stare intently at Xu Ziang. Suddenly, a thought struck him.

This person does not possess any life-related supernatural powers, nor is he a cultivator who practices qi-based supernatural abilities; he is simply…

However, even if the other party did not cultivate the Qi-Spirit Channel technique, Sheng Wancheng's previous perception was correct. Xu Ziang's aura had already reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and his cultivation level was still far superior to his.

He felt that this person's aura was rather strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Just as He Ziyang was thinking rapidly, Sheng Wancheng and Sheng Mingze made their move.

The Sheng family had already lost Sheng Yuting, then Li Xiuning, and several of their less capable disciples had also died, which naturally enraged the two of them!

Sheng Mingze still used his pair of Emei daggers to attack Xu Ziang.

Sheng Wancheng was much more shrewd. He flicked his sleeve and produced a simple, ancient-looking stone-yellow shield.

The small shield grew longer in the wind, instantly transforming into a shield about ten feet in diameter. Its surface was covered with intricate earth-elemental forbidden patterns, and the earth-yellow spiritual light surged as if it were a tangible substance, protecting him and Sheng Mingze behind them.

After that, he made hand seals with lightning speed and chanted incantations, preparing to unleash a powerful earth-elemental spell.

However, Xu Ziang didn't even lift an eyelid when faced with the combined attack of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Sheng family.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips as he simply raised his right hand, his fingers slightly spread.

"Blood Vengeance Spirit Light".

laugh!

A thick, almost tangible, blood-red light burst forth from his palm.

The light seemed ordinary, but as soon as it left his palm, it suddenly spread out, turning into a blood-red light curtain that covered an area of ​​several dozen feet.

Within the light screen, countless distorted faces of wronged souls appeared and disappeared, each face silently wailing and struggling, emanating a chilling aura of resentment.

When Sheng Mingze's Emei dagger pierced into the blood-red light, it was like a mud ox entering the sea. The magical artifact's spiritual light dimmed and distorted the moment it touched the blood-red light, and was eventually corroded away silently.

Sheng Mingze grunted and staggered back several steps. He was horrified to discover that the spiritual connection between him and the pair of Emei daggers had been severed by the blood-red light!

The sword itself was tainted by its spiritual energy, and with a mournful cry, its spiritual light dimmed as it fell from mid-air.

"This is... a transcendent technique?!"

Sheng Mingze looked utterly astonished.

At the same time, Sheng Wancheng, having finally mustered the strength to complete a spell, combined it with his magic weapon, the Earth-Covering Seal, which he had nurtured for many years, and slammed it down on his head.

The Earth-Covering Seal transformed into a giant, earth-yellow palm the size of a small mountain, carrying immense power, causing even the void to tremble in its wake!

However, the blood-red light seemed to come alive, suddenly swirling upwards and entangling the giant earthen-yellow hand along with Sheng Wancheng's small stone shield.

With a few sickening hissing sounds, the yellowish-brown aura on the stone shield suddenly dimmed, and several cracks appeared on the surface.

puff!

Sheng Wancheng's mind was connected to the magical artifact, and this time he was injured even more severely. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and a mouthful of his heart's essence blood gushed out.

With a single strike, Xu Ziang single-handedly suppressed two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Sheng family.

At that moment, the screams from the top and bottom of the main peak grew more and more intense.

The rivers of blood that flowed in from all directions had converged into crimson streams, winding through mountain paths and training grounds, heading towards the main hall on the summit.

If anyone is caught in the river of blood before they can escape, they will have no chance of getting away.

Their bodies rapidly dissolved and disintegrated in the blood, only to be reshaped and reconstituted by that extremely sinister blood power, transforming into ferocious blood spirits that were neither human nor ghost.

Those blood spirits were covered in a layer of dark red mucus, their features distorted and blurred, leaving only two dark spots of blood in their eye sockets.

light.

They let out inhuman roars and surged toward the main hall from all directions, their numbers increasing and their density growing, resembling a swarm of ants from afar, making one's scalp tingle.

Seeing that a blood spirit was about to rush into the hall, He Ziyang stepped forward.

"go!"

As He Ziyang unleashed his sword strike, a pale golden sword beam pierced through the air.

Although he was only at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, the "Purple Cloud Annihilation Sword Technique" he cultivated was a proper fourth-grade Qi cultivation method, and his combat power far surpassed that of ancient cultivators of the same level.

The sword light cleaved the Blood Spirit in half at the very front, wisps of black smoke rising from the broken end. This was because the [Alloy] attribute had dissolved the Yin and evil power originating from [Turbid Water] contained within the Blood Spirit.

However, strangely enough, those blood spirits that were cut in two had countless fine blood threads extending from their cuts, intertwining and pulling at each other. In just a few breaths, they were pieced back together and continued to rush forward fearlessly.

He Ziyang felt a chill run down his spine, and only then did he truly understand the terrifying nature of the Myriad Ferocious Blood Spirit Array.

As long as the array base remains intact, these blood spirits within the array are truly immortal.

With each blood spirit that Xu Ziang transforms, his own strength increases by one point.

With this ebb and flow, everyone will eventually be worn down and killed by him!

Seeing the situation continue to deteriorate, Sheng Mingze gritted his teeth and said sharply, "Everyone, I have a powerful talisman that should be able to break this formation, but it will take time to activate!"

"Cover Mingze!"

Sheng Wancheng acted decisively, immediately forming a formation with the Liu family's Foundation Establishment Ancestor, Wen Xun of the Wen family, He Ziyang, and others, firmly protecting Sheng Mingze, who was fully activating the talisman treasure, in the center.

He Ziyang's Purple Cloud Sword Qi crisscrossed like a net, specifically targeting the blood-red light that was flanking from the side.

Sheng Wancheng poured all his remaining magical power into the stone shield, and a yellowish-brown light wall rose from the ground.

The Liu family patriarch gritted his teeth and activated his most treasured talismans, unleashing a barrage of fire and ice talismans at the Blood Spirit;

Wen Xun then summoned a defensive magic artifact to protect himself, but subtly moved his feet backward.

Xu Ziang's sneer deepened as he watched the men fight desperately.

"It's nothing more than a trapped beast's struggle."

He chuckled and a blood-red talisman appeared in his palm with a flick of his wrist.

The moment the talisman appeared, it emitted a terrifying pressure that sent chills down one's spine; the blood-red patterns on the talisman seemed to writhe like living creatures.

The movement subtly revealed the phantom of a dragon raising its head and roaring angrily.

"Very well, then I'll show you what a true Blood Dao Talisman Treasure is all about!"

boom!

The crimson talisman shot into the sky, transforming into a blinding crimson light that rapidly expanded.

In the blink of an eye, a blood-red dragon more than ten feet long emerged from the blood-red light!

The dragon was formed entirely of thick, solidified blood, with a single horn on its head and four claws on its belly. It opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar.

A terrifying pressure comparable to that of a great demon spread out like a tangible tide, forcing even the fearless blood spirits around them to prostrate themselves on the ground.

"go!"

Xu Zi'ang pointed into the distance, and a blood-red dragon, carrying immense force, pounced towards the people in the hall.

He Ziyang was the first to draw his sword to meet the attack. His pale golden sword energy aimed straight for the dragon's left eye, but it was easily deflected by a layer of bloody light.

Sheng Wancheng pushed the stone shield to its limit, and a phantom image of an earthen yellow mountain appeared on the stone shield, colliding fiercely with the blood-red dragon.

With a deafening roar, the earthen-yellow phantom shattered into pieces by the dragon's claw after only a few breaths.

The crack appeared, and Sheng Wancheng was sent flying backward as if struck by a heavy hammer, crashing into a stone wall dozens of feet away.

The Liu family patriarch was even more traumatized. Years ago, He Sheng came to his door and brought a venomous dragon that wreaked havoc on Lianyue Lake. This left him with an indelible psychological shadow on dragons.

Seeing the immense power of this blood dragon, even Sheng Wancheng was no match for it, the fear that had been suppressed in his heart finally broke through.

"A dragon...a dragon, you cannot defeat it by force!"

The Liu family patriarch trembled, let out a scream that sounded inhuman, and then turned and fled, running haphazardly towards the outside of the hall.

But he forgot that the area outside the hall was teeming with Blood Spirits!

When the blood spirits saw the living people rushing into the formation, they immediately pounced on them from all directions like piranhas that had smelled blood.

The Liu family patriarch hastily activated his protective magic artifact. With his mind in disarray, his magical power flowed sluggishly, and the protective aura quickly dimmed under the frenzied attacks of several blood spirits.

In despair, he summoned a second-grade high-quality protective talisman. The pale golden light shield barely covered him, but he had only rushed out a few dozen feet when he crashed head-on into a winding river of blood.

Suddenly, a blood-red claw, about ten feet long, emerged from the river of blood, grabbed his body, and dragged him into the river. The protective talisman shield shattered inch by inch before it could even hold for a moment.

The Liu family patriarch was completely immersed in thick blood, and his skin melted and disintegrated at a visible speed. He opened his mouth to scream, but the blood was poured into his throat, and only a string of scarlet bubbles came out.

In the blink of an eye, this Foundation Establishment Ancestor, who had dominated the Silver Sand River for decades, was completely devoured.

Wen Xun had already sensed that things were not going well.

This cunning individual pushed his protective magic artifact to its limit, transforming into a blurry afterimage as he silently escaped the main peak's battle circle and fled towards the back mountain. He quickly disappeared from sight, and it was unknown whether he had managed to escape.

In the blink of an eye, only a few cultivators remained standing in the arena.

Just then, Sheng Mingze suddenly opened his eyes, and his magical power surged into the talisman in his hand like a flood bursting its banks.

"It's done!"

He let out a sharp shout and threw the talisman in his hand into the sky. The talisman suddenly burst into a dazzling azure light in mid-air, and countless fine wind blades shot out from the light, covering the sky like a thousand cuts!

Foot-long wind blades precisely struck the blood-red dragon, causing it to roar deafeningly. Countless hideous wounds were cut into its body, from which thick blood gushed out.

The power of the two talisman treasures clashed head-on at this moment. Countless wind blades and towering blood light intertwined and clashed. After a stalemate of several dozen breaths, the blood-red dragon finally let out a mournful cry of unwillingness. It was cut into countless pieces by thousands of wind blades and exploded into a sky full of blood mist!

However, the countless wind blades eventually ran out of steam. After clearing away a few of the blood spirits on the periphery, their power dissipated and they vanished.

Before everyone could even catch their breath, a chilling roar came from all directions, as even more ferocious blood spirits quietly surrounded them while they were engaged in fierce combat.

Even more terrifying, there was a familiar figure among the blood spirits – the Liu family patriarch who had just been swallowed by the blood river!

This Foundation Establishment cultivator had transformed into a ferocious blood spirit, its body covered in dark red mucus, with two points of bloody light staring intently at the crowd from its empty eye sockets.

"Retreat to the node!"

Sheng Wancheng somehow managed to prop himself up from the pile of rubble, a shocking bloody hole the size of a bowl in his chest.

He was covered in blood, but he knew he couldn't fall, or the Sheng family would be finished!

"Ancestor..."

Sheng Minglan opened her mouth as if to say something.

"There's no time to hesitate now. We have to take the risk. Mingze, lead the way; I'll cover the rear. Hurry!"

"Ancestor!"

Sheng Mingze's expression changed drastically; he knew perfectly well that Sheng Wancheng had already resolved to die.

Sheng Wancheng raised his hand to interrupt him, and only looked at Sheng Minglan and transmitted his voice: "Minglan, stick close to He Ziyang and survive!"

"The future of the Sheng family... will all depend on you."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, and his bones cracked and popped. He seemed to shrink in size instantly, but he pushed every last bit of magic power and essence in his body to its limit.

"Take them away!"

Sheng Mingze's eyes were bloodshot, but he knew this was not the time to hesitate.

He immediately led the way, and Sheng Minglan, with bloodshot eyes, glanced at the ancestor again before rushing towards the weak point in the southwest direction with He Ziyang, He Weixian, and the others.

Facing the swarming blood spirits, Sheng Wancheng fought and retreated. Seeing that he was already close to the weak point in the formation pointed out by Li Xiuning, the nearly burnt-out Sheng Wancheng roared, "Children, survive!"

Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of earth-yellow light, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and plunged headlong into the sea of ​​blood spirits.

boom!!!

A deafening roar erupted, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open.

A burst of intense, yellowish-brown light exploded in the area where the blood spirits were most concentrated, engulfing all the blood spirits within a radius of several dozen feet.

Countless blood spirits turned to dust amidst their shrieks, and the surrounding winding rivers of blood were also evaporated in the destructive light.

The light lasted for several breaths, then suddenly receded, followed by a shockwave visible to the naked eye that swept away everything within a hundred feet.

Even the weakest point in the formation was forcibly breached!

Sheng Wancheng sacrificed himself to save everyone's lives.

"Now!"

Sheng Mingze had no time to grieve. Knowing this was his last chance, he opened his mouth and spat out a beam of mysterious light, aiming it at the weakest point in the formation.

He Ziyang also unleashed a powerful sword strike!

*Smack...*

A sound like something shattering was heard, followed by a flurry of blood-red light flashing across the sky before fading away, still in the distance.

The blood spirits turned into filthy blood.

The Myriad Ferocious Blood Spirit Array has been broken!

"Walk!"

Sheng Mingze gave a shout and prepared to escort everyone away, but just then, a soft "hiss" sound was heard...

Sheng Mingze froze abruptly, then lowered his head in disbelief.

A hand covered in blood-red patterns passed through his abdomen from behind, its five fingers long and slender like claws, with bits of flesh still clinging to the tips.

"Brother!!!"

Sheng Minglan let out an extremely shrill scream.

The hand suddenly clenched its five fingers, and Sheng Mingze's internal organs immediately exploded into clouds of blood mist.

Sheng Mingze convulsed a few times, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Behind him, Xu Ziang's gaunt face slowly emerged from the blood-red light, a cruel smile playing on his lips: "What a pity, I've been waiting here for quite some time."

He casually tossed aside Sheng Mingze's lifeless body like trash.

The entire Sheng family, with two members at the Foundation Establishment stage, is dead!

In mid-air, Xu Ziang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the group of people who had narrowly escaped, finally landing on He Ziyang.

"The He family's prodigy?"

A registered disciple of the Tianxuan Sect?

snort!

"You may be afraid of others, but the Blood King Sect is not afraid of you!"

Xu Zi'ang was merely an outer disciple of the Blood King Sect and knew little about the Heavenly Profound Sect. The few sect records that mentioned the Heavenly Profound Sect always portrayed it as a victorious act.

It was as if the Tianxuan Sect was not worth mentioning.

What others don't know is that Xu Ziang was only a Qi Refining stage disciple a few years ago. He had originally given up on the idea of ​​Foundation Establishment, but later, for some unknown reason, he was taken in as a Blood God Child by the true disciple Feng Yuanxiao, who directly infused him with his essence blood, which is how he achieved the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

He originally thought that from then on he would be Feng Yuanxiao's henchman, but he did not expect that the other party would turn around and ask him to do what he wanted to do most, and even give him a lot of self-defense tools.

Xu Zi'ang was puzzled. After thinking it over, he decided to follow his heart and secretly sneaked back to Yinsha River to complete what he wanted to do most—slaughter the entire He family!

For this reason, he lay low for two whole years, first going to the Zhou family, which had been allied with the Xu family for many years and was even the family from which his mother came from.

After persuading Zhou Yuanhe, they patiently waited for an opportunity.

Finally, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity came his way!

"Today, your entire He family will be wiped out. Now it's your turn!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve.

A blood-red blade of light, thicker and more sinister than before, descended from the sky and slashed down at He Ziyang!

A warning sign was pounding in He Ziyang's mind.

He could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within that blood-red light, which was far beyond what his current Qi cultivation level could withstand.

But now no one can help him; he can only rely on himself!

"open!"

He Ziyang shouted loudly, and his aura surged, turning his originally deep and abyss-like aura into something incomparably sharp in an instant.

A pure, resolute sword intent, imbued with an indomitable spirit, erupted from his body—[Severing Green Silk]!

He severed all distracting thoughts, fears, resentment, and anger, leaving only one pure thought: to draw his sword.

cut!

The pale golden sword energy pierced the sun like a rainbow, slashing fiercely towards the blood-red light blade!

A hint of disdain flashed in Xu Ziang's eyes. He didn't believe that a mere Qi Refining stage cultivator could withstand his methods.

However, the next moment, his expression changed. The pale golden sword energy accurately struck the weakest point of the blood-red blade light. The sword intent and the baleful aura collided fiercely. After a few breaths of stalemate, the blood-red blade light was actually shattered!

The sword energy continued its momentum, heading straight for Xu Ziang's face!

"court death!"

A cold glint flashed in Xu Ziang's eyes. He spread his left hand and five thin, blood-red beams shot out, bypassing the sharpness of the sword energy and heading straight for He Ziyang's hand holding the sword.

Click!

He Ziyang felt a sharp, piercing pain in the hand that was holding the sword, as it was pierced by one of the streaks of blood.

He grunted, but gritted his teeth and pressed his sword forward instead of retreating!

Unfortunately, the gap in strength was simply too great.

Xu Ziang flicked his right hand, and an even thicker, blood-red blade of light condensed, which he then swung down with a backhand strike.

Before the blade even reached him, the chilling aura made He Ziyang's hair stand on end. He knew he couldn't possibly withstand that blow.

"Am I going to die?"

At the critical moment of life and death, a thought flashed through He Ziyang's mind.

However, in the next instant, something unexpected happened!

brush!

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst forth from He Ziyang's palm.

The golden light, like the rising sun, shot out from his palm and instantly engulfed the entire mountainside of the main peak.

Amidst the golden light, a small golden sword flew out from the sword aperture in his palm—it was the Heavenly Geng Golden Yuan Sword that had once burrowed into his body!

hum!

A clear, resonant sword cry, like a dragon's roar, echoed throughout Changyang Mountain.

The cruel smile on Xu Ziang's face froze instantly. Before he could react, the sword light flashed past, first severing all his thoughts, and then piercing straight into his brow.

*Smash!*

Xu Ziang's head exploded like a bursting watermelon, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

After He Ziyang unleashed that sword strike, it was as if all his energy had been drained.

His once full skin visibly shrank, revealing wrinkles, and his black hair turned gray inch by inch. In just a few breaths, he transformed from a dashing young man into a middle-aged man with graying temples and fine lines around his eyes.

His body swayed, and he fell from mid-air.

"Ziyang!"

Elder He Weixian was startled and immediately tried to rush forward.

But someone was faster; Sheng Minglan was the first to leap forward and catch He Ziyang as he fell from the sky.

At the same time, the small golden sword circled in the air once before flying back into He Ziyang's palm, disappearing into the sword's aperture and becoming invisible again.

The blood-red light that had enveloped the main peak of Changyang Mountain completely dissipated, the sky cleared again, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, falling on the ravaged mountain.

What was supposed to be a grand wedding ceremony between the He and Sheng families ended tragically with Sheng Wancheng's self-destruction, Sheng Mingze's execution, Xu Zi'ang's death, and He Ziyang suffering severe injuries.

Corpses littered the main peak of Changyang Mountain. Most of the He family members were killed or wounded, and only a handful of the clan elders survived.

The Sheng family fared even worse. Originally, the family had two Foundation Establishment cultivators, a truly illustrious lineage, but in the end, both of them perished.

But no one knew how enormous the impact of this blood-red wedding banquet would be, far beyond the Silver Sand River region and far beyond just these few small Foundation Establishment families.

Because at the very moment the Tian Geng Jin Yuan Sword was drawn, a being tens of thousands of miles away from Changyang Mountain opened its eyes.

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