Cui Jing also jumped down from the soft bed after stepping into the territory of the Ancient Solitude Great Hall. He walked forward with a respectful expression.
Hearing the heart-wrenching screams and wails, Jian Wushuang had an indifferent expression, as if he was not affected at all.
Chen Qing and the others also had an indifferent expression, as if they did not care.
To be able to reach the Derived Immortal Realm, which cultivator had not exterminated a heavenly region and living beings for various reasons?
However, the current situation was naturally unable to affect their mental states.
As they walked forward, Jian Wushuang also realized where the screams and wails were coming from. The sea of blood under their feet was formed by countless ownerless souls of living beings that had been captured.
They were constantly being tempered and could not be freed.
Derived Immortals were disdainful of such evil karma that surpassed the karma of killing. Only Derived Immortals who cultivated evil techniques would do such a thing.
Jian Wushuang gave a bad label to the owner of the Sand Demon Lair, whom he had yet to meet, in his heart.
Under Cui Jing's guidance, the dusty door of the Ancient Solitude Great Hall slowly opened. Blood Qi gushed out from the hall.
"Bring them all in." After Cui Jing gave the order, he entered the great hall first.
Jian Wushuang and the others were also pushed in by a few followers.
The hall was cold. The entire floor was made of some kind of crystal that was almost transparent. One could directly see the deformed souls in the sea of blood.
In the almost dark hall, there were not many hidden auras. Only in the depths of the hall, there was a strong aura.
"Consort Sha, they are all here." Cui Jing withdrew his careless appearance and said respectfully.
With a "pop", a ghostly fire appeared and lit up the hall.
As the hall was lit up, Black Mountain Crystals piled up into a small mountain and almost filled the entire back hall.
Jian Wushuang's gaze immediately locked onto the front.
There, on an ice-cold chair, a tall figure wearing a cloak slowly walked down.
As she walked, her faintly discernible beautiful figure seemed to be exposed at any time.
At the same time, there were pale yellow gravel surging in her hair.
Her deep facial features were cold as she slowly scanned Jian Wushuang and the others.
Finally, she said, "These crystals were all left behind by you?"
No one spoke.
As if she had expected this situation, she opened her palm and revealed a storage ring with a black luster.
"From my inspection just now, the crystals in this ring have accumulated to a terrifying degree. Did none of you claim it?"
As her voice fell, a calm voice sounded.... "That ring is mine."
Their eyes met. The woman called Consort Sha raised her eyebrows and smiled. "How generous. Why don't you give me something more precious than a Heaven Crystal?"
"In your dreams. Do you know how much the things inside are worth?" Chen Qing sneered, "Even if it's your ten Heavenly Domains, you can buy it!"
Hearing this, Lady Sha asked in a light voice, "You are not cultivators from this Heaven Realm?"
. "We can give you the things as long as you let the three of us go," Jian Wushuang said. "I think the value of these things is enough to exchange for us to leave."
"I also want the things, but I don't want to let you go. What should I do?" Consort Sha smiled slyly.
Jian Wushuang was silent. His hand behind his back was ready to open the Alms Bowl at any time. "Do you really think you can kill us?"
"I don't intend to kill you. After all, you have brought me so many resources." Consort Sha stared at Jian Wushuang. "Of course I can let you go, but there is a prerequisite."
"One of you will compete with Cui Jing. If you win, you can all leave. If you lose, you will all have to suffer the pain of having your Divine Soul taken."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Cui Jing. "Choose one person. I only want to win."
Cui Jing nodded and then turned to look at the five people standing side by side.
Although he couldn't see through the cultivation level of these five people, he was sure that they were all very weak at the moment.
Cui Jing first eliminated Chen Qing from the bottom of his heart. After all, this guy who seemed to be a pain in the neck had left a big shadow on him.
Then, he eliminated Di Qing, whose eyes were bursting with killing intent, and the young guard.
Finally, Cui Jing's eyes fell on Chun Qiu and Jian Wushuang.
A drop of cold sweat flowed down from Chun Qiu's temples. He was only at the Ancestor Realm. After being seriously injured, his strength was almost reduced to the lowest level. If he was chosen by Cui Jing, there was no possibility of winning.
As for Cui Jing at this time, he didn't think too much. He directly pointed at Jian Wushuang. "Okay, it's you. Come and compete with me."
As the saying goes, pick the soft persimmon and pinch it. This was an immutable truth.
In Cui Jing's view, this pampered eldest son of the clan must be a good-for-nothing who was piled up with treasures. It couldn't be easier to win against him.
At this time, Chen Qing and Chun Qiu both had strange expressions on their faces, as if they had foreseen the next outcome.
The ropes on Jian Wushuang's body were untied, no longer restricting his movements.
"Brother Jian, don't hold back later. It's best to kill him directly." Chen Qing beamed with joy and seemed to be a little impatient.
Jian Wushuang helplessly shook his head. Because he didn't have a suitable weapon, he pulled out the real sword at Chen Qing's waist and then floated forward.
Although less than ten percent of the derivation power in his body had recovered and his Immortal Immortal Body was seriously injured, he could still skillfully use the Sword Dao.
Back in the Divine Power Universe's Cloud Palace, he had discussed the sword with Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi for more than a hundred thousand years, which had laid a solid foundation for his Sword Dao.
Even if he used grass and wood as a sword, he could still exert the full power of the Sword Dao.
At this moment, he stood in the same place like a boulder. He slowly adjusted his breathing and began to try to establish a resonance with the real sword in his hand.
Cui Jing, who was opposite him, had returned to his previous unrestrained appearance. In his view, this competition would end in at most ten breaths of time.
Slowly narrowing his eyes, Jian Wushuang withdrew all the derivation power in his body into his meridians and suddenly thrust the real sword in his hand forward.
Cui Jing lowered his eyebrows and smiled. Several dragons of derivation power began to gather between his arms.
A battle was about to break out.
At this moment, Di Qing was very unhappy. A murderous intent flashed in his pale golden eyes.
He hated the feeling of having his fate in the hands of others the most.
But now, there was nothing he could do.
In the end, Di Qing had underestimated Uncle Yu's attack and ended up in this situation.
He had indeed died once in the hands of Uncle Yu.
However, no one knew that this life was only one of his nine lives.
However, although he could avoid death, he couldn't escape punishment. The pain of being reborn overshadowed everything.
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