Several days later.
Near the dium-sized Spirit Stone mine vein.
The Great Hall Master of the Blood River Palace still looked like a young man, riding a Blood River with a trace of worry between his brows.
"This Seven White Mountain mine vein, how could it suddenly encounter trouble?"
"The Core Formation Elder guarding the mine, how could he disappear without rhy or reason?"
"Looking at the thods used, it sowhat resembles the Demon Path... could it be so lone demonic fiend? Or is the Righteous Path purposely masquerading as such?"
Due to the frontier reclamations, the frontlines are stretched thin, with a high demand for resources like Spirit Stones.
Now that the mining of Spirit Stones was greatly affected, the Wanxiang Sect had already expressed their dissatisfaction.
They even hinted that if the problem was not resolved, they would transfer him to the Black Cloud Mountain battlefield!
Naturally, the Great Hall Master of the Blood River Palace did not want to go to the reclamation frontlines, so he took matters into his own hands, prepared to personally inspect Seven White Mountain, searching for the scoundrels hidden in the shadows.
Boom!
What he did not expect was that, before he could complete his inspection, five surges of Demonic Qi fiercely ca towards him, instead surrounding him within their midst.
"Third Rank Corpse Refining?!"
The Great Hall Master looked at the Five Mixed Demons and a bad premonition erged in his heart.
Such grandeur, it seed only the Wanxiang Sect could possess, could it be that the Wanxiang Sect was preparing to make a move on him?
Among those of the Demon Path, such incidents were not uncommon.
But soon, he had no ti to think further.
The five refined corpses perford their spells, with pure white, brilliant red, profound black, earthy yellow, and verdant green pillars of light rising to the sky, forming a Five Elents Battle Formation around him.
Splash!
The Great Hall Master, having been through nurous battles and possessing imnse experience, imdiately ford a spell with his hands, causing the Blood River to boil over, transforming into a lake that staunchly protected him.
In his hands, a pair of bright red ’Red Blood Cones’ appeared.
"Go!"
With a thought from the Great Hall Master, the Blood Sea churned tumultuously, subrging the five refined corpses.
Their pitch-black cloaks were quickly corroded away, revealing dark golden bodies.
The Blood Sea, which could directly lt any Cultivator, was like bathwater to the refined corpses, having no effect whatsoever.
Swoosh!
A Red Blood Cone pierced the Four-Ard Golden Corpse, with bright red Gu Insects flying out from it, trying to burrow into the Corpse Refining body.
The mask on the Four-Ard Golden Corpse shattered, exposing a large mouth from which a burst of pitch-black Demon Fire spewed out, burning the Gu Insects to ashes!
"Reversal Golden Corpse!"
The Great Hall Master let out an odd cry, but then he realized it might not be the people from the Wanxiang Demon Sect after his life.
This was because to his knowledge, this particular Four-Ard Golden Corpse seed to have been lost alongside the previous generation Six Demonic Heroes in the Linglang Blessed Land!
As he was pondering, a Golden Corpse already breached space and arrived, its fists compared to Magic Treasures, striking furiously!
The Great Hall Master’s figure flickered, turning into nine blood shadows, already pondering an escape plan.
But just then, the ’Mixed Water Demon’ channeled a spell with both hands, grasping a crimson banner and swinging it with great force.
"The Blood God Banner? And a Quasi Fourth Rank Magic Treasure at that?!"
Seeing this scene, the Great Hall Master was imdiately so frightened he nearly lost his soul.
The founding ancestor of the Blood River Palace was said to co from the Blood God Sect, so the blood techniques practiced by the palace were fundantally restrained by the Blood God Sect.
This Quasi Fourth Rank ’Blood God Banner’ from Xue Yuanzi, once unleashed, was exactly like hitting his achilles’ heel!
Splash!
Accompanied by the flickering spiritual light above the Blood God Banner, an imnse suction force suddenly appeared on the surface of the banner.
The boundless Blood Lake, as if facing the absorbing force of a dragon, had vast amounts of crimson blood water directly absorbed by the Blood God Banner, leaving not a single drop behind!
From the Blood God Banner, suddenly sprang nurous crimson chains, like tentacles, that burst every single blood shadow one after another.
Subsequently, they burrowed into the Great Hall Master’s body.
"I..."
The Great Hall Master’s cheeks rapidly thinned, his body becoming bent and crooked... as if all of his Essence Blood was drained in an instant.
Then, a Golden Mixed Demon Corpse stepped forward and punched out!
Bang!
The dry corpse of the Great Hall Master of the Blood River Palace burst into pieces in an instant, scattering into the sky.
...
"That was clean and tidy!"
Fang Xing watched the entire process, clapping his hands together.
Then, he spread his Divine Sense, transforming into a sword light, and arrived at the nearby ground.
Slash!
With a flash of the sword light, the ground split open, revealing a groundhog.
In its eyes was a streak of crimson, hit by a spell from Fang Xing, and imdiately the voice of the Great Hall Master of the Blood River Palace ca out: "Upper Sect... I’ve been attacked, suspect Reversal Golden Corpse..."
"To think that an old demon in the Core Formation Late Stage could still send out a distress signal, what sort of secret technique could it be?"
Fang Xing’s powerful Divine Sense swept over, erasing the contents related to the Reversal Golden Corpse, and then released the mouse.
The movents of the Wanxiang Sect now were very predictable.
A problem that even those in the Core Formation Late Stage couldn’t resolve, there would hardly be anyone else within the Wanxiang Sect who could.
After all, Golden Core Cultivators were extrely rare, and their main forces were still at Black Cloud Mountain.
The most convenient would naturally be for that old Wanxiang Elder to co back for a visit to take care of things.
If not... then Fang Xing considered the fishing attempt a failure and would find another way to deal with it.
...
Ti flows like water.
In a blur, another dozen days had passed.
A fat old man in a black robe, with kindly eyes and a benevolent appearance, was riding the Wind and Thunder Escape Light toward Seven White Mountain.
The Cultivators in the Cultivation World would find it difficult to associate this kindly and benevolent old fat man with the Wanxiang Sect’s Nascent Soul Elder.
Suddenly!
The Wanxiang Elder’s escape light paused; he narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "Who is it that has troubled ?"
"Sigh... I knew hiding from Nascent Soul Divine Sense would be sowhat difficult."
With a flash of sword light, Fang Xing’s figure erged, his hand even holding an odd-looking ring.
The ring flashed green and red hues, with ancient seal characters inside.
At this mont, it emitted a bright light, imdiately affecting the surroundings as if forming an Array, or like so kind of domain...
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