Zongman chat group: Second dimension magic repair plunder entry

But just then, Erica was suddenly hit on the head without warning.

"Ouch!"

She couldn't help but cry out in pain, covering her head with both hands. Her little face instantly scrunched up, her eyes filled with grievance, looking pitifully at the empty void in front of her.

Although she knew perfectly well that her master, Xue Lingfeng, was not in front of her.

But she knew in her heart that this must be a lesson the king was giving her.

Who else but the king could possess such a stealthy and undetectable method?

"Alright, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

Just as Erica was feeling wronged, Xue Lingfeng's familiar voice rang in her ears.

Upon hearing this voice, Erica immediately smiled, as if her previous grievances had vanished in an instant.

At this moment, Lala seized the perfect opportunity and with a sudden burst of strength, finally broke free from Erica's grasp.

Like a startled fawn, she hurriedly ran to Ji Mo Hua Xue's side and clung tightly to her.

Looking at Lala hiding next to Ji Mo Huaxue, Nangong Nayue couldn't help but feel speechless.

She shook her head slightly, thinking to herself, "Lala is far too easily deceived by appearances."

Has she forgotten so quickly? Just now, Hua Xue was speaking to Rubia with a very serious expression.

Regardless of whether Rubia agrees or not, will Lingfeng-jun still take action against her?

In Nangong Nayue's opinion, Hanayuki and Erika are essentially the same.

However, it seems that Lingfeng Jun has other plans and has not yet made a move against her.

　 .....

After successfully completing their mission in this world, Nagatsuki and Rias decided to return home first.

They gained a lot from this trip, earning a considerable number of points, which put them in a very good mood.

only,

Nangong Nayue was still a little worried about Lala, so she couldn't help but offer a hint to the somewhat confused girl.

"Lala, you'd better hurry up and come with us, otherwise Erica will catch you again and you won't be able to leave."

Nangong Nayue teased, her eyes involuntarily glancing at Erica.

After listening to what Nangong Nayue said, Lala decided to return directly to the world of Inuyasha.

As for her original world, she doesn't want to go back for the time being.

After all, once I go back, my mother's nagging will be incessant in my ears, which is a headache just thinking about it.

Erica glanced at Lala, who was eager to go back, blinked, and her signature smile remained unchanged.

She seemed to have anticipated Lala's reaction, and there was a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Ji Mo Huaxue smiled gently, and then, together with the other women, prepared to wander around this world.

The elven kings obediently stayed by their side, though they felt helpless in their hearts.

But what could they do? Their lives were entirely out of their own hands.

......

Beneath a sky ablaze with crimson light, the pale blood-red clouds hung heavy, as if an endless rain of blood might fall at any moment.

Towering, blood-red mines, like ancient behemoths, lie dormant on the earth, exuding a chilling aura of blood and eeriness.

On the mine, countless figures moved about like ants.

One after another, ghostly figures, all clad in black robes, struggled to swing their pickaxes in this mine that exuded a bloody and eerie atmosphere.

Their movements were mechanical and rapid; each swing of the pickaxe was accompanied by a clanging sound, as if they were knocking on the gates of hell.

Each small piece of ore they unearthed required immense effort; the process was incredibly difficult, as if it were draining the last ounce of their life force.

As the blood-red ore was painstakingly mined out, a strong, pungent stench of blood instantly filled the air, like a ferocious demon baring its fangs and claws, surging wildly into the figures.

As the stench of blood invaded, there came waves of painful howls and screams, sounds that seemed to penetrate to the bone marrow, sending chills down one's spine.

However, they seemed to be threatened by some even more terrifying existence, and they struggled to endure the pain.

After the pain subsided, he was overjoyed and respectfully handed over the blood-red ore he had dug out to the management personnel.

Without even giving himself a chance to catch his breath, he immediately turned around and ran back to continue mining.

As if they were afraid of something.

The manager dared not slack off in the slightest.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the many miners under his management, taking notes without stopping.

He knew that if the miners failed to meet their performance targets, he would suffer the same fate as them.

The thought of not meeting performance targets...

What followed was the inhuman torture of having one's heart ripped out, lungs pulled out, bones shaved, and flesh torn away.

He would be thrown into that terrifying little dark room for several days in a row. Even though he was once a high-ranking Nascent Soul Realm elder in the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart at this moment.

He had spent many years fighting in the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, what kind of dark and miserable scenes hadn't he seen?

What kind of demons and cruel methods haven't I experienced?

He himself had even used more terrifying and cruel methods against others.

Moreover, illusions, illusion arrays, illusion techniques, and even inner demons are all incredibly vicious.

In the Demon Sect,

Without a cruel, cold, fierce, and brutal heart,

Without deep cunning and scheming, one simply cannot survive.

However, the small, dark room filled him with immense fear.

Once thrown into a dark room, not only will their five senses be completely shut down, plunging them into endless darkness and deathly silence, but they will also be completely locked down.

His memories, experiences, and even his most important Dao heart will be ruthlessly sealed off.

At that time, he was no longer the imposing Nascent Soul Realm Supreme Elder.

He was just an ordinary mortal, powerless and helpless.

When faced with darkness, one cannot help but feel fear and dread.

In that enclosed space, his emotions and desires would be magnified infinitely.

Without the support of a Daoist heart, without a firm will,

That ruthless, cruel, and cold heart is gone.

Who could survive that terrible time unscathed?

Moreover, the memories in that dark room will not disappear when he leaves it.

Instead, it would replay in his mind again and again, like a maggot clinging to his bone, impossible to shake off.

That's why he couldn't be afraid.

This fear now manifested entirely in the fierce glint in his eyes.

The whip in his hand cracked loudly, the sound sharp and piercing, like the call of death. "Hehehe, hurry up and get to work! Our Group 9527 must surpass Group 10086. We absolutely cannot let that Gu Poison Old Demon trample on my head."

He shouted wildly while wielding the whip with even greater ferocity and brutality.

The whip seemed to transform into afterimages, raining down on the miners within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

This vast Blood Soul Mine, spanning tens of thousands of miles, was his territory.

Under his tyranny, every miner who was selected cried out in agony, their expressions contorted with pain.

But they dared not utter any more complaints, and could only grit their teeth and continue to mine diligently.

Upon closer inspection, these miners were all covered in black robes. And through the gaps in the black robes, torn by the Demon Ancestor,

You can vaguely see their bodies, which are not human.

Some were brimming with demonic energy, exuding an aura of evil.

Some were shrouded in a hazy, corpse-like aura, like rotting corpses crawling out of hell.

Some of them possessed a chilling, demonic aura, and their eyes gleamed with the ferocity of wild beasts;

Others are eerie and their forms are sometimes visible and sometimes not.

Many demonic cultivators, upon entering the Profound Realm, are no longer in normal human form.

They usually wear black robes to cover their terrifying appearance.

Urged on by the Demon Ancestor, the miners sped up their work even more.

Their figures moved tirelessly through the blood-red mine, their pickaxes kicking up clouds of crimson dust with each strike.

Meanwhile, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons dared not be distracted at all. His eyes were like torches, fixed on the numerous demonic cultivators. At the same time, he also had to cultivate the Ox and Horse Hardship Technique.

Because at this moment he is not whole; he is just one part of a divided entity.

If you broaden your perspective and look out over a radius of tens of thousands of miles, you will find that...

There were many similar atmospheres and figures there to those in the mining area where he was located.

These same old demon patriarchs were wielding whips, frantically urging the miners to dig.

If it weren't for the different locations and the different distribution of people, it would be almost like a mirror image.

All of this is the result of the experiments Xue Lingfeng conducted previously.

Xue Lingfeng melted the flesh, blood, and soul of a living being, then divided it into dozens, thousands, or even tens of thousands of parts.

This cruel method was used to replicate many weaker creatures.

but,

In order to preserve the original great realm of these replicated beings, the fewer the number of parts they are naturally divided into, the better.

As for the Demon Ancestor, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage, he naturally could not escape Xue Lingfeng's clutches either.

It was divided into many parts and scattered in various similar mining areas, becoming the "overseer" of this brutal mining scene.

At this moment, the Demon Ancestor, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage, only had the first level of Nascent Soul cultivation left.

He still needs to continue cultivating his skills to reach a higher level.

Under the fierce gaze of the Demon Ancestor, the miners dared not stop working, and the entire blood-red mine was immersed in a tense and terrifying atmosphere...

......

Amidst towering, blood-red mountains, grows a colossal tree...

Its branches are incredibly thick, stretching wildly in all directions. The lush foliage overlaps layer upon layer, like a giant canopy that completely obscures the entire sky.

Deep within the branches and leaves, colorful fruits are faintly visible.

The miners endured endless pain and torment every day.

Their cries of agony rose and fell, and the seven emotions and six desires emanating from their pain were being continuously absorbed by the Nightmare Tree.

The Nightmare Tree is like a greedy glutton, transforming these emotions and desires into nutrients, which it then pours into the fruits of emotions and desires hanging on its branches.

Each of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Fruits, nourished by this strange phenomenon, grew ever more vibrant and dazzling, yet also exuded an increasingly chilling aura.

This scene did not only occur in this one space.

The worlds of Yomogawa Ayame, Yotsuya Miko, Amaki Ramira, Yukino Miyu, Tendo Kisara, and others are all witnessing the same chilling scenes.

......

As night slowly fell and enveloped the entire world, the howling, blood-red gales continued to rage through the mountains.

Accompanied by this eerie gale, towering altars gradually emerged in the mountains.

These altars were covered in mysterious and eerie blood-red patterns, each pattern resembling a living blood snake swimming across their surface.

They exude a chilling aura, as if they could freeze the surrounding air into ice.

On the altar, figures were everywhere, and the scene was chaotic and frenzied.