The Blood Dragon Mosquito is an extremely weak existence among demonic beasts, so much so that a single one cannot even be called a demonic beast.
However, once Blood Dragon Mosquitoes organize themselves into swarms, the opposite is true. Tens of thousands of Blood Dragon Mosquitoes are enough to kill cultivators in the Foundation Establishment or Core Formation stages.
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The dozen or so cultivators, seeing the countless Blood Dragon Mosquitoes "buzzing" towards them, immediately became as if facing a great enemy.
A single Blood Dragon Mosquito naturally wouldn't be taken seriously by them, but this was not one or two.
Two to three thousand, five to six thousand, densely packed and innumerable Blood Dragon Mosquitoes, if they landed on them, would drain them to bare bones in less than a breath.
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A dozen outer disciples, wielding dozens of middle and high-grade magical artifacts, unleashed dozens of streaks of green, black, red, and yellow light. Upon encountering over a thousand Blood Dragon Mosquitoes, they charged forward as one.
Relying on their numerous magical artifacts, they managed to temporarily withstand the continuous onslaught of over a thousand Blood Dragon Mosquitoes.
Unfortunately, Lin Yue'er was not fighting alone. Seeing the stalemate, Nangong Tuohai began employing hit-and-run tactics from behind.
Nangong Tuohai, piloting the Seven Soul Severing Demon Blade, suddenly unleashed seven cold glints that shot up into the sky. After circling once, they transformed into seven long rainbows and shot straight out.
In an instant, the seven chillingly sharp Severing Demon Blades landed on the backs of seven outer disciples who were currently casting spells.
The seven flying daggers easily pierced through their spiritual energy shields. With a surge of power, they transformed into blades, emitting a chilling aura.
"Blade light falls, blood rises, on the Severing Demon Blade, cold gleams chill, all is dimmed!"
Under Nangong Tuohai's mental control, killing became effortless. He slew them one by one with the Severing Demon Blade, unhindered by spiritual energy shields. Almost every blade shadow drew a line of blood.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Accompanied by a series of screams, seven cold corpses lay stiffly in a pool of blood.
These were the seven who had been pierced through the heart by the flowing light of the Severing Demon Blade.
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Meanwhile, on Lin Yue'er's side.
The swarm of Blood Dragon Mosquitoes converged in the air, forming countless thick red lines. Lin Yue'er made no other visible move.
These countless thick red lines, as if possessing sentience, surged forward and devoured dozens of magical artifacts, leaving not even a speck of dust.
Then, the Blood Dragon Mosquitoes reformed into thousands of red dots and descended upon the remaining fellow disciples.
Silently, after a few seconds, a terrifying scene unfolded before the eyes of the two.
Like winter snow meeting scorching sun, these dense blood-red dots landed on the bodies of several fellow disciples. The flesh and blood on their bodies vanished into the air at a visible rate.
In just three breaths, all their flesh and blood was devoured by the swarm of Blood Dragon Mosquitoes, leaving behind only piles of stark white skeletons.
The White Bone Plain had gained more than a dozen human skeletons.
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Nangong Tuohai, standing with his hands clasped, despite having some preparation for the terror of the Blood Dragon Mosquito swarm, could not help but gasp in shock and his expression visibly changed upon witnessing this scene. He inwardly became wary of Lin Yue'er.
Seeing Nangong Tuohai's darkened expression, Lin Yue'er's lips curved into a slight smile. Clearly, she was in a good mood.
She looked down at Nangong Tuohai with disdain, then curled her body slightly, leaning against a Moon Demon Spider tens of meters in size. Her pale white dress swayed in the gentle breeze, exuding an unspeakable lazy weariness, much like a lily sleeping in spring, the complete opposite of the stunningly beautiful Zhang Wan'er.
Lin Yue'er raised her hand to tuck away a stray strand of hair, a smile on her face as she said, "Little Nangong brother, how about we split the spirit herbs, treasures, and the contents of the storage bags from these fools equally between us?"
As she spoke, her gaze flickered to a treasure trove beside her, immensely valuable to demonic cultivators.
This was the very reason that had led Lin Yue'er and Nangong Tuohai to jointly attack their fellow disciples.
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"Sister Yue'er, I think these treasures are too few overall. It would be best for one person to claim them all; that would be the optimal outcome." Nangong Tuohai's tone was somber, his expression eager, and his words did not sound like a jest.
Hearing this, Lin Yue'er's expression turned cold, a ferocious look appearing on her delicate face. A thick killing intent emanated from her body, spreading outwards.
The contrast between the bloodthirsty ferocious beast and the stunning beauty was extreme, further accentuating Lin Yue'er's unique charm.
Lin Yue'er condescendingly glanced at Nangong Tuohai, who wore a hypocritical smile. Her golden rings vibrated, emitting a clear, pleasant sound.
"Nangong Tuohai, if you think this is suitable, then right here and now, let's fight each other and see if your skills are superior or my ruthlessness prevails."
Although Lin Yue'er's words were brief, Nangong Tuohai, being intelligent, understood her meaning perfectly.
Nangong Tuohai sheathed the Seven Soul Demon Blade, his face filled with a smile as if nothing had happened. He said in a calm tone, "Sister Lin, please don't be angry. I was just joking with you. In a place as perilous as the Ten Thousand Bone Abyss, it would be incredibly foolish for us to kill each other."
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Lin Yue'er and Nangong Tuohai lived up to their reputation as elite demonic disciples. After dividing the spirit herbs, spirit grasses, more than a dozen storage bags, and various treasures, they didn't even spare the skeletons of their fallen fellow disciples. One took them back for refining corpses, and the other took them back to be ground into powder to feed his spiritual insects.
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Afterward, Lin Yue'er and Nangong Tuohai went their separate ways, heading in opposite directions, one east and one west.
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Sword Swine!
In a vast, boundless valley, countless broken immortal swords were embedded, densely packed by the thousands, thrust into the ground. This was the graveyard of swords, the final resting place of sword cultivators.
Sword after sword, broken divine weapons and immortal swords, were thrust into the Sword Valley, standing for thousands upon thousands of years.
Nourished and influenced by the countless broken divine weapons and immortal swords, the Sword Valley not only birthed its unique guardian spirit beast, the "Sword Beast," but also several heavenly spiritual materials of great importance to sword cultivators.
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Gu Yuemingzhi, an elite outer disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, had been confronting a Sword Beast born in the Sword Valley, the "Golden Blood Devouring Sword Wolf," for the duration of an entire incense stick.
Gu Yuemingzhi's left hand rested on the scabbard of his "Silver Moon Spirit Severing Immortal Sword." The moment he spotted an opening in the Golden Blood Devouring Sword Wolf's defense, he suddenly swung the Silver Moon Spirit Severing Immortal Sword. A silvery-white, cold, and beautiful sword light arc flashed before everyone's eyes.
This sword strike, like a crescent moon in the dark night sky, was breathtakingly beautiful yet concealed endless killing intent.
It even eclipsed the brilliance of the sun in the sky, drawing everyone's gaze like the full moon on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
In less than the blink of an eye, this 'crescent moon' sword arc had directly struck the Golden Blood Devouring Sword Wolf.
Gu Yuemingzhi's sword was unsheathed for but an instant, so fast that before anyone could comprehend, it was already sheathed again.
Opposite him, the head of the Golden Blood Devouring Sword Wolf had been severed, its blood spraying more than ten feet high.
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The entire Sword Valley fell into a deathly silence.
Even the few subordinate fellow disciples who had been following Gu Yuemingzhi were struck with awe, gasping in unison.
After a long pause, sounds of flattery slowly emerged from behind Gu Yuemingzhi.
"Senior Brother Gu Yu, amazing."
"Senior Brother Gu Yu, the strongest."
"Senior Brother Gu Yu, invincible among cultivators of the same cultivation level."
The disciples closely following Gu Yuemingzhi wore expressions of utmost respect and eagerness, clearly accustomed to being sycophants and opportunists.
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On a certain high peak near the Sword Valley, more than ten small, golden, pointed grasses grew. Each stalk had six leaves and was golden all over, emitting a faint sword qi, seemingly enveloped by a dense aura of sword energy, indicating it was something beneficial to sword cultivators.
This grass was named Sword Quenching Grass. It could further purify, condense, and enhance the sword qi within a sword cultivator, allowing their combat power to reach new heights.
The reason Gu Yuemingzhi had come to the Sword Valley was to search for this Sword Quenching Grass.
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Flower Sea!
Tall flower trees, short flower bushes, falling petals in the air, a carpet of petals on the ground, an endless, vast sea of colorful flowers!
The sun shone brightly, ten thousand flowers bloomed in competition, showcasing their beauty.
In this realm, only the colorful natural beauty remained. This was a true ocean of flowers, a place of ethereal beauty.
Within the flower sea, millions of flowers swayed with the gentle breeze, many beginning to dance. Colorful petals drifted down from the sky.
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However, in such a beautiful, fairy-like place, something extremely discordant occurred...
On top of the flowers lay eight cold corpses with neatly severed necks. The bright red blood stained a small area of the flower sea.
Ying Feiyang took out a blood-red curved blade from his waist, wiped the blood from it, and then casually tossed the blood-stained handkerchief to the ground.
Then, Ying Feiyang used a soul-extracting and spirit-refining artifact to draw out the souls and essence blood from the eight corpses, intending to cultivate a terrifying demonic art.
A slight curve graced Ying Feiyang's lips as he muttered to himself, "What a bunch of trash. They couldn't even last five minutes. How boring. I'll hang around for a while longer; maybe I'll encounter some strong guys to entertain me!"
After saying this, Ying Feiyang scoured the area for the several unique "rare flowers and exotic grasses" found in this sea of flowers, then turned and left.