Mystic realm.
The ghost cultivator and the others were on a floating island.
A short man in black who looked like a demonic infant stood at the highest point of the cliff, facing the wind. He was cool and silent. The old man sat on a big rock, shaking the rattle-drum unhurriedly. Next to him was an androgynous cultivator. The cultivator said impatiently, "What's going on? Why does it take so long every time? I hate waiting indefinitely like this. If you know it's going to be troublesome, you should prepare early! You want us to wait every time, and your attitude is so natural. What kind of person is this! If they don't come in 30 minutes, I'm not going to wait anymore! "
"Don't worry, they should be here soon. We don't need that much time!" The old man seemed to have a good temper and was more understanding of his companions.
"Eh? Something's wrong. They … they might be in trouble! "The ghost cultivator leader's expression suddenly changed.
"What?" The androgynous cultivator was stunned.
"The Tunjin Brothers? Could it be that the living sacrifices we brought in this time can't suppress the power of the seal? If that's the case, then it's bad! " Before the old man finished speaking, the short man in black on the cliff had already soared into the sky and flew directly to the island at the entrance of the mystic realm.
When the old man, the ghost cultivator leader and the androgynous cultivator arrived, the Tunjin Brothers were already dead.
The elder brother, who usually disguised himself as a wood elementalist, was burned into a pile of ashes.
Not even his bones were left.
The younger brother, who liked to disguise himself as a water elementalist, was turned into an ice cube.
On the surface, it looked like it still had its original appearance. However, the short man in black flicked his finger lightly and the whole ice cube shattered, scattering on the ground.
When the ice cube melted into water, there was nothing left of the younger brother of the Tunjin Brothers.
It was even more exaggerated than the elder brother being burned into ashes.
He had completely disappeared without a trace.
"The power of the seal?" The ghost cultivator leader speculated about the power of the seal.
"I don't think it's the power of the seal! However, I can't say for sure what it is! Maybe it's some kind of mysterious power in the mystic realm that we don't know about yet! There are too many strange powers in the Arcana Land, and we only know a part of them. Although we've been to the entrance and landing point many times, there might be some that we've missed. There might be mysterious powers that we don't know about! "The androgynous cultivator shook his head.
"It's possible. I've seen the power of the seal at the entrance of the secret realm. Although it's stronger, it's completely different from these two types of energy." The old man also agreed with this statement.
"The problem is, how do we report it when we get back? Do we have to report to His Lordship that it was an unknown force in the Secret Realm that killed Brother Tunjin? Do you think the Lord will believe such an explanation? Perhaps in a fit of rage, the Lord will cancel our rewards! It wasn't easy for us to collect so many living sacrifices. We can't go out empty-handed! "The leader of the ghost cultivators hoped that everyone could brainstorm and come up with a solution.
"That's the truth. We didn't tell you the truth and instead lied to Sir. If Sir were to find out, then we would truly be inviting disaster upon ourselves!" The androgynous cultivator was speechless.
"We can use more flexible methods. After all, some facts are more ridiculous than lies." This time, the old man supported the Ghost Cultivator Boss.
"It's Sword Qi!" The black-clothed short man suddenly said.
"What?" Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
"They died from the two flying swords that they swallowed earlier." The black-clothed short man made his judgment.
"That's impossible, right? No matter how strong the flying swords are, they shouldn't be able to kill them after swallowing them. This is the unique ability of Brother Tunjin! Moreover, we saw it just now. Brother Tunjin has already digested the flying swords. Even the owner of the flying swords is trapped in the Ghost Domain of the Ghost Teeth Necklace! "The Ghost Cultivator Boss repeatedly shouted that it was impossible.
"It's, it's really Sword Qi?" The androgynous cultivator was also shocked by the truth.
"Speaking of Sword Qi, it does look a little similar. However, isn't the whole thing a little too strange? Brother Tunjin was actually killed by the two flying swords that were swallowed into their stomachs? My mind is a little confused. I need to sort this out! "The old man couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it. How could something that was clearly impossible happen?
Unfortunately, the person who proved this was the black-clothed short man.
He usually didn't speak much.
However, once he did, the result was 99% close to the truth even if it wasn't 100%. He had almost never made a mistake.
Moreover, when he sensed it carefully, it really did look like Sword Qi. However, this Sword Qi exploded too slowly. It only exploded when they entered the entrance of the mystic realm. Moreover, the power that erupted was too unimaginable. Brother Tunjin, who could swallow all kinds of treasures, actually died from the backlash of the flying swords that were swallowed into their stomachs. He really didn't know what kind of power, and what kind of coincidental opportunity, could achieve such an unbelievable result!
Finally, the most troublesome thing was that with the death of Brother Tunjin, there were fewer living sacrifices. How was he going to explain this to his superior?
If he said that it was some kind of power in the mystic realm that caused the death of Brother Tunjin.
His superior would be angry.
However, he wouldn't investigate further.
This was because within the mystic realm, there were indeed many strange powers that appeared and disappeared from time to time. Some of them were even existences of different attributes that mutually reinforced and restrained each other.
However, if he said that Brother Tunjin was killed by the two flying swords that they had swallowed into their stomachs, no matter how good-tempered his superior was, he would probably be furious! There was no way to explain this. His superior wouldn't believe him even if he tried!
"Take out the Ghost Teeth Necklace and see if the ancient mirror is still there." The more the old man thought about it, the more terrified he became. He didn't want to fail miserably.
"It's still here. I've always been able to sense it!" Although the leader of the ghost cultivators said that, he still followed the will of the people and pulled the necklace up.
He took a look.
There was no change at all.
Although the "Ancient Mirror" in the Ghost Domain had sunk deep into the ground, it seemed to only be a method of self-protection and was nothing special.
Sensing from the outside, the ghost cultivator was a hundred percent sure that the ancient mirror he had captured had never left the boundary of the ghost domain he had set up for a second. In other words, regardless of whether the Tunjin brothers died from the backlash of the Sword Qi, it was impossible for the ancient mirror to have done it.
Besides, the real identity of the ancient mirror was a Martial Cultivator. How could it control the two flying swords that had mostly melted to come out and kill the Tunjin Brothers?
If he had such ability, he wouldn't have trapped himself in the Ghost Domain without putting up a fight!
The ancient mirror was still there.
Everyone, including the ghostly cultivator, heaved a sigh of relief.
"Bring him back and hand him over to the Lord! Perhaps, Sir can know what's going on! " The cultivator, who was neither a man nor a woman, felt that this matter was too strange. It was impossible to hide it and not report it. Even if he had to face the wrath of Sir, it was better than the matter being leaked and being questioned on the spot by Sir! The former was a punishment and did not warrant death. The latter was a killing to establish dominance. There was no possibility of survival at all.
"Alright!" The leader of the ghost cultivators thought for a long time and finally agreed to this suggestion where there was no other choice.
"I hope that Sir is in a good mood today!" The old man shrunk his neck in fear.
"Let's offer the living sacrifice first. The quality of the sacrifice this time is not bad. Sir will definitely like it. When the time comes, we can mention the matter of the Tunjin brothers. This way, we should be able to deal with it." The leader of the ghost cultivators was indeed a leader. After thinking for a while, he came up with the most suitable solution.
There were many floating islands in the mystic realm.
The ghost cultivators and the others were heading there.
This was one of them.
When the ghost cultivators landed on this floating island, a special kind of power rose slowly and enveloped them.
This power that had awakened from its deep slumber was indescribably powerful. If the ghost cultivators and the others made the slightest movement, they might be crushed like fleas. The ghost cultivators and the others did not move. They quietly accepted the "examination" of this power. They did not have the slightest ability to resist. Even their original protective treasures had long been suppressed. Regardless of whether it was their body or mind, they did not have the slightest bit of resistance.
The extremely short examination was over.
The powerful power disappeared.
It was completely silent.
As if it had never appeared before, it returned to its deep slumber.
The ghost cultivators and the others knew that they had passed, but they still felt inexplicably relieved.
Every time they came to the floating island, every time they were examined by the power, they wondered if they would fail and be crushed into pieces. This was not the first time. There was a companion in the past, but that fellow had made some kind of mistake. No one gave any answer, but he was crushed into a pool of flesh and blood in front of the ghost cultivators and the others.
No one knew what the criteria for passing the examination were.
The ghost cultivators and the others could help.
They just needed to bring as many living sacrifices as possible.
Of course, this was also beneficial to them. Because the more living sacrifices they brought, the better the quality, the better the mood of the "lord" in charge of receiving the sacrifices would be, and the more treasures or pills they would be rewarded.
The floating island was not big.
At least it was not outstanding among the surrounding floating islands.
There were a few small mountains on the island, and there was a small river and a small lake on the island.
In the center of the lake, there was a golden altar made of white jade, amethyst, and a large amount of gold.
On the altar.
There was a huge statue.
Even the experienced and knowledgeable old man did not know who the original owner of this statue was, and what it meant to stand here.
The ghost cultivators and the others only knew one thing. When they came, the "lord" in charge of handling the sacrifices would wake up from its deep sleep. A wisp of its soul would attach to the statue and communicate with the outside world in the form of light manifestation. As for the true body of the lord and the relationship between the lord and the real sacrificial object in the altar, no one knew at all.
"Lord, we are here!" The ghost cultivators and the others landed in front of the huge statue and bowed respectfully.
"You are the latest group among the dozen groups. I hope you can bring me a surprise. Otherwise, I will let you know the extent of the punishment for lazy people!" Suddenly, a circle of light expanded from the statue's body, and the sound of thunder rumbled in the sky.
"Lord, please rest assured. We have always been the group with the most offerings!" The ghost cultivator leader was a little nervous. Today was different from the past.
In the past, there was no problem with the offerings.
Today, without the Tunjin brothers, it would not be easy to get first place.
Even if they got first place, which was better than the other groups, the loss of the Tunjin brothers would not make the lord happy.
As expected, the lord immediately noticed the absence of the Tunjin brothers. He raised his voice and scolded, "What did I see? There are only six people in the group, and there are two missing people. Is this how you deal with the task I have entrusted to you? If your offerings are not enough to satisfy me, then I don't know what incantation I will use to help you remember this lesson! Also, I want to make it clear that I don't care about quantity of offerings. What I care about the most is quality. Only those with value can be considered as offerings. I don't need the blood of some weaklings to pollute this golden altar! Using the blood of those weak chickens to sacrifice on the noble golden altar is the greatest disrespect and insult to the golden altar! "
"Lord, please listen to our explanation patiently! The absence of the Tunjin brothers was not because they were lazy, nor was it because they did not put in their best efforts. It was because they were suddenly killed by some unknown force when they entered the secret realm. One of their bodies turned into ashes, and the other broke into ice and melted into water. Even the Soul Suppressing Orb that you had extracted their souls and sealed them in the depths of my Ghost Realm had cracked! We don't know what kind of power this is and what kind of consequences it has! We did not hide the truth on purpose, but with our intelligence, we are completely unable to guess the truth of this matter! " The leader of the ghost cultivators gritted his teeth. In the end, he still pushed the problem to some strange force in the secret realm.
Saying that Gu Jing, a martial cultivator, controlled the flying sword to kill the Tunjin brothers was equivalent to asking for death!
Not to mention that Lord would not believe it.
This kind of thing.
He felt that it was very stupid to explain like this!
If Lord knew what was going on, then it was fine. There was no need to explain further. If he did not know and was not interested, then it was fine. Who cared about the life and death of the Tunjin brothers? If Lord pursued the matter to the end, he could act stupid and ignorant according to his suspicions, and reconstruct the matter layer by layer.
The leader of the ghost cultivators believed that doing this would greatly reduce Lord's anger.
As for Gu Jing, the suspect.
It was best not to mention him!
"I will go and check it out. I will be back immediately! I dare say, if there is even half a lie in your mouth, I will make you regret being born into this world! " Lord indeed had an extremely powerful magical power. He was obviously sleeping or sealed on the floating island, but his consciousness could cross the sea and head to the entrance of the secret realm to investigate everything that had happened before.
"Yes!" The leader of the ghost cultivators bowed and waited. The light from the statue dimmed, and Lord's consciousness disappeared.
Just when the few of them secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, two flying swords descended from the sky.
One was ice, and the other was fire.
With an unstoppable force, they flew and stabbed into the golden sacrificial altar with a loud bang … The golden sacrificial altar split into pieces in an instant. What made the ghost cultivators' hearts tremble the most was that the tall statue, the place where Lord usually used to possess and show his divinity, was suddenly attacked by two intersecting waves of sword qi. The statue's waist was cut in half, and half of its body fell to the ground with a loud bang …
"This, this, what is going on?" The leader of the ghost cultivators felt a buzzing sound in his head. His thoughts were completely in a state of collapse. Everything that happened in front of him was completely beyond the range of his consciousness and reaction.
"Lord will be back soon. He will definitely misunderstand!" The old man's rattle-drum almost fell to the ground.
"Whether we brought this disaster or not, I think we are finished!" The androgynous cultivator was so scared that his face turned pale.
"Let's go!" With a swoosh, the demonic infant in black flew into the sky and disappeared without a trace in an instant. The leader of the ghost cultivators only then reacted. If they did not run now, they would all be dead when Lord returned! Lord's anger could not be appeased with just a few words of explanation! Even if they took out a living sacrifice immediately, the golden sacrificial altar was already broken. How could they still offer it?
"You … How dare you!" A voice that was even more furious than a bolt from the blue exploded in the sky. Lord had returned!
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