280: Chapter 280 Zen'er is here?

First Elder's face was twisted and deformed. He laughed maniacally and unrestrainedly. With a sudden burst of power from his feet, he turned into a black streak of light, leaving several afterimages in the Void Realm. Carrying the charred corpse of Mo Yuan, which was emitting wisps of white smoke, he smashed it fiercely toward the tip of the sixth hundred-foot ancient stone pillar!

Master Mo Fengzi's fingers, covered in barbed ghost hands, suddenly twitched twice! He struggled to open his eyes, and the blurry world instantly became clear!

"Am I not dead? What is this? This is the Six Ethics Blood Devouring Array!? Wasn't the Six Ethics Blood Devouring Array sealed by me? How is this possible?"

Master Mo Fengzi wanted to sit up, but his whole body felt as if it had been tied tight with hemp rope and placed inside a bluestone ancient coffin! The bluestone ancient coffin had been nailed shut from the outside with eighteen steel nails, tied with several boulders weighing several tons, and sunk into the ten-thousand-foot deep sea!

Feelings of despair, suffocation, and impending death played out in turns in Master Mo Fengzi's heart!

Suddenly! A barbed ghost hand grabbed Master Mo Fengzi's scalp fiercely, yanking him into a memory of the past.

...

The moonlight was torn apart by the clouds, casting a faint, moon-white halo over the main hall of Yu Feng Cliff.

The night was deep, and the cliff wind slapped against the window curtains of the main hall, making clattering sounds.

The sounds of tragic, inhumane wailing for the dead came from the main hall of Yu Feng Cliff, echoing back and forth across the valley!

On the sacred throne in the main hall of Yu Feng Cliff sat an old man dressed in a white plain robe, with white hair and beard. On the old man's forehead, a bizarre hexagonal Formation was slowly rotating, dripping with fresh blood!

The old man in the white plain robe was withered, surrounded by Death Qi, his eyes closed, making it impossible to tell if he had passed away or was still alive!

The old man in the white plain robe was none other than the Old Ancestor of the Feng family in the Demon Spirit Realm, Feng Cangzi.

Feng Cangzi was over 5,000 years old, which was considered a ripe old age for a Cultivator at the Peak Great Perfection of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and now he had reached the end of his life.

Kneeling before Feng Cangzi were four middle-aged Cultivators, who were Feng Cangzi's four sons.

"Father! ... You died so miserably! How can I live without you!" (x2)

Two middle-aged Cultivators, one fat and one thin, dressed in white filial mourning clothes, knelt before the sacred throne, prostrate on the ground and wailing in pain!

Their faces were twisted, their expressions filled with grief, and their bodies trembled violently. Snot mixed with tears dripped onto the ground, "Plop! Plop!" creating little splashes!

Suddenly! The white-haired and white-bearded old man opened his withered eyes abruptly, leaning down to look at the two middle-aged Cultivators prostrate in pain before him, his eyebrows furrowed into the shape of the character " river".

"Am I not dead yet? Third son, Fourth son, are you trying to cry me, this old man, to death right here in this hall?"

"Father! ... You are about to die! You died so miserably! How can I live without you?" (x2)

"Cough, cough..."

The white-haired and white-bearded old man coughed heavily twice, his throat tasted sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of old blood!

"Father!" (x4)

"Eldest son, drag these two good-for-nothings out of here for me! Cough, cough..."

The young man wearing a black python robe vanished on the spot and reappeared behind the one fat and one thin middle-aged Cultivators in white filial mourning clothes. His arms were instantly covered in earthworm-like veins, and his palms tore through the air as he slammed them fiercely onto the backs of their heads!

Slap!

The sound of cracking bones mixed with tragic, inhumane screams shot into the sky. The one fat and one thin middle-aged Cultivators in white filial mourning clothes rolled their eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and passed out, their bodies twitching!

The young man wearing the black python robe dragged them by their necks like dead pigs to the entrance of the main hall. With a sudden burst of power from his arms, he threw them out toward the ten-thousand-foot abyss!

"Father, following your orders, I have dragged Third son and Fourth son out of the main hall!"

"You... Pfft!"

The white-haired and white-bearded old man's face, which already lacked color, turned even paler. His throat tasted sweet, and he spat out another mouthful of old blood!

"Father!" (x2)

"I... am about to run out of oil and die. Those old fellows are already outside the Feng family's sect-protecting Formation, waiting for me to die so they can destroy our Feng family! Quickly, go call Chan'er. I want to pass down our Feng family's heirloom Formation, the Six Ethics Blood Devouring Array, as a Legacy to him! Only in this way can we protect our Feng family!"

"Father! The Feng family ancestral teachings state that the Six Ethics Blood Devouring Array can only be passed down one generation, it cannot skip a generation..."

"Shut up! Eldest son, go call Chan'er quickly. I can hold on for at most half an incense stick's time!"

"Father! ... The Six Ethics Blood Devouring Array cannot skip a generation... Urgh!"

Crack!

The sound of cracking bones mixed with tragic, inhumane screams shot into the sky, making one's hair stand on end and one's scalp tingle!

The young man wearing the black python robe, his back arched like a fully drawn bow, unleashed a Demon Wind Fist, blasting out a hundred-foot blood demon whirlwind that smashed fiercely into the lower abdomen of the young man who had been speaking!

The young man's eyes bulged, his body curled into the shape of a shrimp, and he flew out through the side wall of the main hall, smashing fiercely into the mountain rocks, rolling a few times before passing out on the spot!

The mountain rocks tumbled down along the terrain, kicking up dust that filled the sky!

"Pfft!"

The white-haired and white-bearded old man's throat tasted sweet, and he spat out another mouthful of old blood, passing out completely!

...

"Old Ancestor! ... Old Ancestor, are you alright?"

A young man in a black robe, about twenty years old, with a black whirlwind burning on his forehead, his whole body emitting wisps of Devilish Qi, and a somewhat handsome appearance, ran into the main hall with red, wet eyes!

Thud!

The black-robed man knelt before the white-haired and white-bearded, withered old man who was surrounded by Death Qi.

"Old Ancestor!"

Pearl-like teardrops slid down the black-robed man's cheeks, hitting the golden nanmu floor of the main hall and creating two splashes of mist!

"Cough, cough... Is Chan'er here!?"

The white-haired and white-bearded old man, surrounded by Death Qi, coughed heavily a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

"Old Ancestor! Chan'er is here, you are not..."

"My time is running out. None of you speak, listen to me!"

The vast main hall instantly fell into a silence so deep a needle drop could be heard; only the cliff wind swept up fallen leaves, constantly slapping against the window curtains and making clattering sounds.

"The reason our Feng family has been able to become a top-tier cultivation family in this Demon Spirit Realm for tens of thousands of years is precisely because of this Six Ethics Blood Devouring Array!"

"The Six Ethics Blood Devouring Array is actually not a Ten Earths Formation, but one that our Feng family Old Ancestor brought back from the Underworld by chance back then! Cough, cough..."

"The Six Ethics Blood Devouring Array is actually a curse-type Formation! You must nail your own six closest and most beloved people to the six stone pillars of this Formation, sacrificing them to the ghost gods to exchange for the power of the ghost gods!"

"My parents, several brothers and sisters, were all nailed to the six stone pillars by my own hands!"