151: Chapter 151 The Great Competition Between Good and Demon (Part 5)

The death of Yin Moon ultimately stimulated the demonic cultivators, teaching them a lesson.

It also caused the Righteous Path Cultivators to suffer greatly.

The second batch of six demonic cultivators chosen went straight for lethal moves and ultimate techniques as soon as they started!

Demonic Cultivation Techniques did not really require much talent, and the cultivation speed was fast. Demonic cultivators under thirty selected to participate in the Righteous and Demonic Grand Competition were almost all at the Middle or Late Golden Core Stage.

On the Righteous Path side, only a very few were at the Middle Golden Core Stage, there were none at the Late Golden Core Stage, and most were at the Early Golden Core Stage, with even two, Xiao Tian and Su Xin, at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage.

With their cultivation base already higher, the demonic cultivators were more decisive and ruthless in their actions. As soon as they attacked, it was a lethal blow, and the Righteous Path Cultivators, unable to resist, died quickly.

In the first round, the other five Righteous Path Cultivators, besides Su Xin, could still hold on for two days against the demonic cultivators before closing their eyes in unwillingness.

The six Righteous Path Cultivators in the second round didn't even hold on for an hour.

In Zhaoye City, the rampant laughter of the demonic cultivators echoed, while the silence of the Righteous Path Cultivators made people feel suffocated.

Chen Xuanfeng stood in front of the window on the top floor of Duobao Tower, replacing his father's original position. With a smile on his lips, he very carefully used a thousand-year golden silkworm silk handkerchief to wipe the immortal sword in his hand, which had restrained all its light.

His fingertips brushed over the lifelike Dragon patterns on the hilt of the purple gold dragon roar sword, and the sounds of dragon roars entered his ears.

"I know you are anxious, but don't be in a hurry yet. After all, I am temporarily unable to use you right now." Chen Xuanfeng comforted it patiently.

The purple gold long sword seemed to flicker.

"If I just treat you as an ordinary weapon, wouldn't that be too wronging you? It is better if I use a wooden sword instead. Although it is only a first-grade spirit sword, it does not hinder me from drawing my sword." Chen Xuanfeng was very considerate.

"Hum!"

"Clatter!"

The wooden sword that Chen Xuanfeng had placed on the tabletop rolled off.

Chen Xuanfeng helplessly bent down to pick up the wooden sword and placed it back on the table.

"Fine, you are an immortal sword after all. Even as a regular iron sword, you are sharper than most magic swords." Chen Xuanfeng compromised.

But only those familiar with him knew how fake his helplessness was.

For example, his grandfather opposite him.

He rolled his eyes and turned his head to continue watching the battle in the sky.

Third round, the selection ended.

The Righteous Path and Demonic Path should each select their own opponents.

"Qingyun Sect Golden Core, Bai Ji? What kind of Sect is the Qingyun Sect? Why have I never heard of it?"

The demonic cultivator who drew Bai Ji was full of contempt in his eyes.

With the annihilation of the Righteous Path in the previous round as a foundation, the morale of the demonic cultivators was now high.

The demonic cultivators in the city below also coordinated by booing, and the resulting Aura firmly suppressed the Righteous Path.

At the Immortal Cave rented by the Changhong Sect, Yin Qiu looked up at the fighting platform with a pale face.

"Brother Bai Ji..." Her voice trembled, filled with fear and helplessness.

However...

One breath, ten breaths, one hundred breaths...

The five people who were drawn together with Bai Ji had already gone up to the fighting platform, but Bai Ji had not arrived for a long time.

An Ye frowned, his voice becoming colder, so cold that it felt like eardrums were frozen when it reached the ears.

"Qingyun Sect's Bai Ji, where are you?"

No one answered.

"Qingyun Sect!" An Ye's voice dropped a few degrees lower.

True Monarch Qingyun was pale in the rented Immortal Cave and bowed to the sky, "This, this Junior is the Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect."

An Ye scanned the interior of the Immortal Cave with his Divine Sense, but besides True Monarch Qingyun, no other Golden Core stage cultivators were seen.

"Where is Bai Ji?"

True Monarch Qingyun looked bitter, "My disciple, he, he went missing more than half a month ago."

An Ye withdrew his Divine Sense and said indifferently to the demonic cultivator who had drawn Bai Ji: "Bai Ji's name is void, you may draw another person."

"Huh?" The demonic cultivator was incredulous, then sneered, "A coward from the Righteous Path."

Ridiculing and mocking gazes fell on the five Righteous Path Cultivators on the fighting platform.

This made the faces of the five people look extremely ugly. Their hands under their wide robes clenched, and their anger had nowhere to vent.

Because they themselves also believed that the one named Bai Ji was a coward.

"An Ye, if you redraw someone and they don't go up to the stage, what should be done!" Ancestor Qian Hun sneered.

"I shared the Soul Stone Secret Realm, for what purpose, I think you know very well. If the Righteous Path follows suit, and one by one they are unwilling to go on stage, what should be done?"

An Ye's expression remained unchanged, "What do you want to do?"

Ancestor Qian Hun cast a sinister gaze towards Ancestor Above the Clouds and the other two, emitting a hoarse, cold laugh, "I want the lives of ten people from the Righteous Path!"

"Whoever dares to desert, then it will be one life for ten. Heh heh heh..."

"Not bad, that is how it should be punished, otherwise if all the Righteous Path Cultivators desert and run away, wouldn't the Righteous and Demonic Grand Competition be a joke!" The cold, lifeless voice belonged to Ancestor Shi Kui.

"You are talking nonsense! Brother Bai Ji could not possibly have deserted!"

A delicate, pretty female voice rang out abruptly.

The Sect Master of the Changhong Sect was almost scared out of his wits and instantly sealed Yin Qiu's five senses.

"Just now, were you the one speaking?" A cold, lifeless voice appeared in the Changhong Sect's rented Immortal Cave.

A pair of pale, ghastly hands suddenly reached out, grabbing towards Yin Qiu's throat.

However, just as they advanced an inch, the scene before them suddenly plunged into blood red.

A river of blood waterfall appeared out of thin air, blocking in front of Yin Qiu and the Changhong Sect Master.

The pale, ghastly hands had barely submerged half a palm into the blood river waterfall before quickly retracting and retreating rapidly.

The Nascent Soul Ancestor's powerful Divine Sense made him perceive that there was great terror in this river of blood!

"You? Who are you?" The Human Puppet opened its mouth, emitting a somewhat stiff voice.

Chu Feng walked out from the blood river waterfall, with a ten-thousand-foot river of blood behind him, flowing with gorgeous blood-red color, and under his feet were blood lotuses blooming on the river of blood, beautiful and stunning.

"Bai Ji did not desert. He is dead. He died at my hands more than half a month ago." Chu Feng smiled, but the words he spoke were as bloody as the river of blood behind him.

"You say it is so, just because you said it?" The Human Puppet said coldly.

Chu Feng shrugged, "Believe it or not, anyway, I've said my piece. Bai Ji cannot ascend the stage because of me. If you dare to use the one-for-ten rule because of Bai Ji, heh..."

His figure suddenly disappeared, and he appeared behind the Human Puppet, the river of blood following him.

A terrifying beast-shaped blood soul shadow in the river of blood roared.

"Roar!"

The entire river of blood surged and churned, and the other blood soul shadows burst one after another, turning into insignificant drops of blood in the river.

The Wind Beast Blood Soul Shadow swept towards Ancestor Shi Kui's Human Puppet like a hurricane. The Human Puppet, which also had Nascent Soul strength, actually struggled to stand firm in the hurricane.

With a stumble, it was caught by the Wind Beast Blood Soul Shadow and swallowed in one gulp.

Ancestor Shi Kui's expression was extremely ugly.

He lost control of the Human Puppet.

"Little thief!" Ancestor Shi Kui let out an angry shout, his figure already appearing above the small Immortal Cave.

However, Chu Feng would not stand there and let him hit him. He hid in the river of blood, used the Space Teleportation of the blood soul shadow left by his father, and appeared on the fighting platform.

The river of blood parted. Before everyone's eyes, he raised his palm and, under their confused gazes, tightened it into a fist!

"Boom!"

The Wind Beast Blood Soul Shadow in the river of blood exploded. The Human Puppet that had been swallowed into its mouth bore the brunt of the impact, being torn apart and turning into limbs and debris all over the ground.

Ancestor Shi Kui spat out a mouthful of black blood with a "pfft".

Chu Feng smiled playfully and continued his unfinished sentence, "I don't mind causing trouble for your Demonic Sect."

Arrogant!

Presumptuous!