The black-robed old man appeared and gathered his energy to envelop Yao Mengying and take her away. Jun Changxiao couldn't help but walk over. He didn't care if it was a dream or reality, he would never allow anyone to take his disciple away.
What surprised him was that although he appeared in the dream as a bystander, he could actually touch the other party.
What did this mean?
Both he and the old man were real!
"You... how can you enter someone else's dream?" The black-robed man's words immediately made Jun Changxiao certain that the former also broke into Yao Mengying's dream, so he beat him up without saying anything.
"Uh..."
Looking at Gu Chaoxi whose face was swollen and whose eyes were still dazed, a trace of shame appeared on Gou Leftover's face. Then, he hurriedly helped him up and placed him beside the disciple again, pretending that nothing had happened.
"Patriarch, I just had a nightmare." Yao Mengying wiped her tears and said. She seemed to have not recovered yet, and her words had a sobbing tone.
"It's just a dream."
Jun Changxiao said: "Don't think too much."
The system said: "The black-robed man that the host beat up just now is probably the culprit that made disciple fall into the dream."
"What a pity."
Jun Chang Xiao muttered to himself, "It got away."
Leading his disciple into the dream, then putting on a show of the sect being destroyed, and finally taking her away, there must be a plan.
"Shua!"
"Shua!"
At this moment, demonic cultivators caught up from behind.
Without exception, they were all disturbed by the demonic aura and then lost consciousness. They stood in place, and their eyes gradually became dull.
Jun Changxiao ignored them and went to Gu Zhaoxi and his disciple. He released the fire spirit and evil spirit power to dispel the demonic aura that controlled their mind.
"Huff huff!"
"Huff huff huff!"
A moment later, everyone broke free from the dream and gasped for breath.
They entered the same dream. At first, it was a forest full of birds and flowers, but then a large number of powerful beasts appeared and they were forced to fight.
Especially Gu Zhaoxi.
He fought hundreds of beasts alone.
In the end, he was beaten up and felt pain all over his body.
"Ouch!"
After freeing himself from the dream, he covered his face and said, "It hurts!"
"Martial Uncle, why is your face swollen?" Su Xiaomo asked.
Li Qingyang and Xiao Ziji looked over at the same time, a trace of confusion in their eyes.
In the dream, they had also been attacked by demonic beasts, but when they returned to reality, there were no changes to their bodies. Why was Martial Uncle so severely injured? And it seemed like they were all greeting his face?
"That's not right!"
Gu Zhaoxi wondered, "Why am I the only one injured?"
Jun Changxiao pretended not to hear, then turned to look at the group of Demonic Cultivator who had just entered, and said, "These people have also fallen into a dream."
"Plop!"
Suddenly, a demonic cultivator fell to the ground, his eyes gradually losing their luster.
Gu Zhaoxi said, "Dead!"
Swish!
At this moment, a black stream of light emerged from Yu Wen's corpse, and then instantly merged into the stone wall and disappeared.
Jun Changxiao immediately frowned.
This attribute had also appeared after he had beaten up the black-robed old man.
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
More and more demonic cultivators fell to the ground and lost their vitality. Black streams of light flew out from their bodies and merged into the wall like ghosts.
"Understood!"
Gu Zhaoxi observed for a while and said, "This is a method of the Demonic Dao, called Dream Soul Reaping!"
"The black streams of light that flew out are their souls?"
"That's right!"
Hearing this, Jun Changxiao's face suddenly became extremely cold.
Just now in Yao Mengying's dream, the black-robed old man took her away. Could it be that he took away her soul?
Fortunately, he had gone in and stopped it in time. If the girl had followed him, she would have become a corpse.
"What a vicious method!"
Almost causing his disciple to lose her life, completely infuriating Jun Changxiao.
"However."
Gu Zhaoxi said, "Dream Soul Reaping only works on Demonic Cultivators. Even if orthodox martial artists fall into a dream, their souls will not be taken away."
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
One by one, the demonic cultivators fell to the ground and their souls flew out of their bodies.
Jun Changxiao wanted to stop it, but he couldn't touch the black attribute at all. He could only watch as they lost their vitality.
"Let's go."
"Let's continue forward."
Since they had come to the Land of Demon Fate to seek opportunities, they had to be prepared to die. Gou Sheng would not be merciful and use two types of spirit bodies to resolve their crisis. Firstly, it would consume too much energy, and secondly, there were too many people.
"Brother."
Gu Zhaoxi said as he walked: "Placing the Dream Soul Reaping here is not as simple as setting up a trap to increase the difficulty. It is obviously to take people's souls."
"Could it be that there is an ulterior motive?"
"I heard from the scholar that the other reason why the Demonic Ancestor created the Land of Demon Fate was to pave the way for his own resurrection. With the Dream Soul Reaping here, perhaps …"
"Gathering a large number of demonic cultivator souls to revive himself?"
"That's right!"
"…"
Jun Changxiao fell into a short silence and said: "If that's the case, then demonic cultivators who come to seek opportunities are actually entering a tomb prepared for themselves in advance."
As they talked, they walked to the end of the tunnel and entered a relatively spacious space. Then, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.
This place was a bit like a palace. The ground was paved with high-quality stone slabs. There were stone statues of some kind of demonic beast heads on the four walls. They all opened their mouths and spat out red water.
It was very fishy and pungent.
"Blood!"
Gu Zhaoxi said: "It's all the blood of demonic cultivators!"
Why was he so sure?
Because martial artists who cultivated the demonic path had demonic Qi energy in their blood. It could be detected with just a little bit of consciousness.
There were a total of ten demonic beast heads in the palace, so there were ten spots where blood was spurting out. The scene presented was really creepy.
"The blood is warm."
Jun Changxiao said: "Just died not long ago?"
He Wudi looked carefully at the ten demonic beast heads and said: "The ten stone doors we saw earlier all had similar patterns. Could it be …"
He didn't continue, but everyone understood where the blood came from.
Splash! Splash!
Splash! Splash!
The blood of demonic cultivators fell into the water trough and then surged along a fixed route, finally being transported to a huge blood pool in the central area.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji, and the others were experienced, but when they saw the large pool of blood, they suddenly had the urge to vomit.
Jun Changxiao walked over and found that there was a luxurious throne made of special materials at the north of the blood pool. There were complicated patterns on it and an exquisite box was placed on it.
"Brother."
Gu Zhaoxi said: "This throne is probably worth a lot. We can take it with us before we leave."
"That's what I was thinking."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled brightly.
"Patriarch!"
At this moment, Li Qingyang shouted: "Junior Sister is going up!"
Jun Changxiao and Gu Zhaoxi hurriedly turned around and saw that Yao Mengying had stopped in front of the throne. Then, she picked up the box and sat down. Her face seemed to be in a daze, and her eyes were flashing red.
…
Hum!
Hum!
In the outside world, the tightly shut iron door suddenly shook.
Zhenren Tonggu hurriedly looked up. While Masato Kitano was also looking, he waved his hand and messed up the chessboard, saying: "What's going on?"
"Kekeke!"
"Kekekeke!"
Suddenly, strange laughter came from the iron door, followed by a voice that shook the sky: "Ten Immortal Sects, all the major clans, your nightmare has come again!"
"Not good!"
Zhenren Tonggu and Masato Kitano exclaimed at the same time: "The Demonic Ancestor has been resurrected!"
Puchi! Puchi!
At this moment, a red-crowned crane flew over from afar and delivered some information.
Masato Kitano's mouth twitched: "I just received news that your disciple Jun Changxiao has brought a few disciples into the Land of Demonic Affinity!"
"What?"
Zhenren Tonggu's eyes widened. Then, he angrily flipped the chessboard and roared: "He's not a demonic cultivator, what's he doing there!"
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