Chapter 1810: Field of Corpses
refining techniques come from Wu shopkeeper, openly and honestly.There must also be treasured manuals on artifact refining within the sect. Though they may not be as profound as those of the Xu Ling...This spiritual tree was like the foundation of an entire palace. Once the tree was removed, the palace immediately began to collapse.
Only now did the three of them realize that the entire palace was just an illusion!
Qin Sang almost shouted to stop the palace's collapse at the moment it happened, but unfortunately, it was already too late.
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The fastest place to collapse was the main hall. The ripples radiating from the palace gate, like those caused by a stone tossed into water, suddenly spread outward.
Qin Sang's spine flashed with a thunderbolt, but before he could summon the Azure Phoenix wings, ripples spread out, carrying a strange power that engulfed Qin Sang.
Another main hall presented the same sight. Just as things were reaching a critical point, Master Bo Xian was also shocked and dismayed. With a forceful shake of his wrist, the golden ring on his wrist emitted a sharp sound.
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Qing Dàn Yuánjūn also wore a jade ring on her wrist, which made a crisp sound.
Two treasures emanated a golden glow, seemingly connected, their light responding to each other. A slender thread appeared between them out of thin air, linking the two together.
At this time, even Qing Dan Yuanjun realized something was amiss, the jade ring on her wrist vibrating violently.
The thread tightened suddenly, dragging Bo Xian Zhenren with a tremendous force out of the ripples. He was shaken but unharmed, his eyes wide with panic as he watched Qin Sang being swallowed by the ripples on the other side.
But their situation wasn't much better than Qin Sang's. The collapse of this entire palace was a disaster, not just the main hall; ripples spread outwards in all directions.
At the last moment, Qin Sang saw the two retreating figures enveloped by ripples, cornered in a desperate situation.
"Phew!"
The deafening wind roared in my ears.
Qin Sang was like a bird caught in a hurricane, helpless. In haste, he hurriedly used his treasures and divine powers to protect himself, while the Phoenix wings flapped violently, with flashes of lightning appearing frequently, barely managing to stabilize his figure, but still being swept towards the ground.
Click!
A crisp sound came from beneath my feet.
Qin Sang discovered he had fallen to the ground at some point, his feet firmly planted.
"The voice doesn't sound right..."
The situation was unclear, Qin Sang did not rashly probe with his divine sense, but the Heavenly Eye Butterfly timely transmitted a message through thought.
Qin Sang's face changed instantly.
Under his feet lay a skeleton. The voice came from his broken ribs, the bones decayed and were crushed into several pieces by Qin Sang's foot.
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What's most terrifying is that there isn't just one skeleton.
Within his and Tianmù dié's field of vision, the ground was littered with ghastly white bones.
There were no gaps between the bones, piled layer upon layer, countless in number, and how thick they were, was impossible to tell.
Even in the dim light, these bones were so white they were almost blinding, sending shivers down one's spine.
It's hard to imagine the horrific massacre that took place here.
Qin Sang also noticed that the bones in this place were not only human, but also various animal bones, but based on the area he saw, human bones accounted for more than half.
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"A battlefield where humans and demons clash"
Recalling all sorts of rumors about the mountain's summit, Qin Sang's heart rose with a guess.
There is another possibility, that everything before our eyes, like the palace, is another layer of illusion that remains undetectable.
Amongst the countless white bones, flowers sprout.
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The flowers and plants were thriving, growing especially vigorously. It was as if the land, piled high with white bones, was incredibly fertile, providing the flowers and plants with abundant nourishment.
Every plant was as thick as a tree trunk. Qin Sang fell to the ground, able to see the roots and leaves of the plants, and felt a strange sense of familiarity.
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Could it be...
A possibility crossed Qin Sang's mind, his heart clenching. He flew upward, and as he passed through the leaves, he saw a terrifying sight above him.
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On the land, bones are scattered everywhere.
A cluster of spirit flowers grew among the white bones, blooming brilliantly with extraordinary beauty. Their rich fragrance had a peculiar aroma, intensely pervasive and filling the entire space.
This scene brought back memories of the flower field Qin Sang had seen through the mist.
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The flower field in the mist must be related to this place, but what they consider soil is actually bone.
Furthermore, the spiritual flowers here are relatively sparse, with only one plant able to thrive on a patch of white bone. Unlike the dense Spirit Mist Flower Field, they are far taller than those found there.
It seemed like a section of the white bone flower field had been cut out and projected into the fog, inevitably causing distortions and blurring the lines between reality and illusion.
The following developments confirmed Qin Sang's conjecture.
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Each spirit flower swayed unceasingly, spraying out stamens and pollen from its core. On the white bone flower field, one by one flower cocoons floated in the air.
The chrysalis is light and a whole circle bigger than a normal one.
Then, a series of eerie scenes played out before Qin Sang's eyes. The flower cocoon cracked open, and the flower spirit rose, sitting with its knees drawn to its chest.
The Flower Spirits, regardless of gender, are all beautifully featured. They wear light gauze that resembles pollen woven together. Their figures are graceful and their temperament is natural, like celestial maidens from the Heavenly Palace.
However, Huā Líng wasn't gazing at the sky or dancing. Instead, all eyes were on Qin Sang, the only anomaly in the white bone flower field!
No matter how far or in which direction, all the Hua Ling gazed at Qin Sang, stiffly twisting their heads, some bodies even exhibiting eerie distortions.
Their eyes were hollow, expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow.
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Qin Sang's scalp went numb. He felt it, Hua Ling's empty eye sockets were filled with deep resentment.
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Of course, a spirit born from devouring white bones and corpse qi would harbor resentment.
A flower spirit born in such a place must surely be a demon!
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Gradually, the resentment in Huā Líng's eyes grew stronger and stronger. The overwhelming resentment converged on Qín Sāng alone, bringing a bone-chilling cold.
"Oh no!"
Before being shrouded in mist, Qin Sang had already been extremely wary of Hua Ling. Now that he had fallen into the flower field, his mind was even more tense.
His gaze swept quickly, but he found no trace of Qingdan Yuanjun and the disciples from Boxiang Mountain.
At the end of the field of white bones flowers, a mountain shadow appears in the distance. This must be a valley between mountains.
Beyond the mountains, there seems to be a vast expanse of space. Thinking about those patches of fog, perhaps the field of white bone flowers is not just this one place.
If Qingdan Yuanjun and Bo Xian Shanren persist for a while longer, they might end up somewhere else.
Qin Sang also suspected that Qing Dan Yuanjun and Bo Xian Shanren had set a trap to harm him, but the two's panicked performance at the end didn't seem like they were faking it. Besides, he had no grievances with them, and even saved a disciple of Qing Dan Yuanjun. What benefit would they have from framing him
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Both of them concealed the effect of the treasure, and in Qin Sang's view, this was normal. He also concealed many secrets and it was impossible to be completely unguarded around outsiders.
The truth is yet to be known, and it's too early to jump to conclusions. The most important thing is to get out of danger as quickly as possible.
The rich fragrance conceals a deadly poison. Surrounded by the alluring scent, there is no escape.
The fragrance continuously invades, unable to leave in time. Trapped for too long, reaching the limit of the poison pearl, Qin Sang's situation will also be very dangerous.
How many of these bones belong to cultivators who accidentally fell in
In a flash of thought, Qin Sang noticed that Hua Ling's expression had become strange.
Next, pollen danced in the air above the flower field, a vibrant cascade of colors flowing towards them.
Not long after, the pollen gathered and formed a human shape, growing to be nearly ten feet tall. The pollen suddenly converged, finally transforming into a graceful and beautiful woman.
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The woman was divinely sacred and noble, her skin as smooth as congealed fat, like a fairy from the flowers. Her gentle gaze rested on Qin Sang, devoid of the resentment seen in other flower spirits. Her eyes, brimming with affection, seemed to hold a deep love for him.
After the appearance of the Fairy of Flowers, Hua Ling's eyes also calmed down, suppressing the resentment.
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"You are here."
A look of joy appeared in the Fairy's eyes, her voice sounded like heavenly music, intoxicating to the soul.
Qin Sang was taken aback.
“At last, you’ve come to keep me company. Do you know how lonely I’ve been here” The fairy’s eyes turned sorrowful, yet filled with longing. She extended her jade hand and whispered softly, “I haven’t slept well day or night. I yearn for your companionship…”
At this moment, the Flower Fairy seems like a fairy who has been waiting for her beloved to return. The depth of affection in her eyes makes one's heart skip a beat.
Qin Sang frowned, how could she let someone of unknown origin approach She instinctively stepped back, just about to speak.
To her surprise, upon seeing Qin Sang's retreating motion, Hua Xian's expression shifted instantly, becoming incredibly ferocious. She let out a piercing shriek, "You dare despise me!"
Before Qin Sang could respond.
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The Flower Fairy had fallen into madness, her ten fingers clawing at her flawless jade-like complexion, leaving behind ten bloody streaks in an instant as she tore away a layer of skin.
Then, the fairy’s figure swelled, shedding her beautiful form and transforming into a hideous apparition. Her face was pale and swollen, her mouth wide as a basin, with teeth several inches long and a sickly green tongue.
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The evil spirit glared at Qin Sang, its rage shaking the heavens.
With the screech of evil spirits, the once peaceful Flower Spirit erupted with a boundless rage, tears of blood streaming from her eyes.
In an instant, the flower field transformed into a ghostly realm.
"Sure enough, a demon spirit!"
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Qin Sang remained fearless, let out a cold snort, and with a flap of his thunder wings behind him, he transformed into a bolt of lightning that tore through the air.
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With the full force of his Lightning Escape Technique unleashed, Qin Sang's speed was astonishing.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the void.
Unfortunately, even with Qin Sang's incredible speed, he couldn't escape the evil ghost. The pollen was everywhere here, and in an instant, the evil ghost appeared right in front of Qin Sang.
Qin Sang only felt a menacing aura coming at him, and ghostly figures rushed towards him.
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Seeing that he could not gain an advantage in escaping techniques, Qin Sang abruptly stopped his light escape, shifting sideways several feet. A sword light flew out from his sleeve.
'Whoosh!'
The Grey Sparrow Sword trembled, splitting into a ray of sword light.
The sword light was like thunder, fiercely slashing towards the evil ghost.
The evil spirit showed no sign of retreating, extending a ghostly hand that moved with precision, directly towards the sword light.
'Pfft!'
The sword light pierced through the ghostly hand, leaving a shocking wound. However, the wound immediately recovered as if nothing had happened.
Qin Sang's expression turned solemn, the ghost's strength was greater than expected.
To make matters worse, all the spirit flowers in the field were startled. They were carried by pollen, moving gracefully and swaying towards Qin Sang.
Tears streamed down Huá Líng's face, beautiful yet laced with a deep resentment. The resentment, merging with the flower poison, surged like a tide.
Qin Sang keenly sensed the change in the flower's poison, her expression growing increasingly solemn.
‘Whoosh!’
A gust of wind hit me in the face.
Qin Sang raised an eyebrow, unflinching. Her fist shot out like a dragon, imbued with the power of the Demon-Crushing Seal.
'Bang!'
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A ghostly hand materialized in front of Qin Sang, just in time to be blocked by a heavy punch.
The spikes on the brass knuckles sank entirely into the oni's hand. A sinister blood glow flowed within the spikes, surging into the demon's body through the wound.
It is unknown whether evil spirits truly feel pain. Screaming fiercely only adds to their ferocity.
Just then, a sword cry echoed through the sky.
The sky grew dark, and the stars were brightly arrayed.
The Qisha Fenlie Sword Formation reappears, enveloping not only the evil ghosts but also a large swathe of surrounding flower fields and flower spirits.
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The Buddha's teachings continue to emerge.
Qin Sang did not retreat but instead advanced, proactively charging towards the evil ghost.
At the same time, Jian Xing continued to shine brightly, unleashing sharp sword qi. However, the target of the sword qi was not the evil spirits, but those Hua Ling.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The sword qi pierced the sky, like a beautiful meteor streaking across the cosmos.
Hualing sensed the danger, her bleeding eyes fixated on the sword qi, letting out a shriek. She merged her flower poison with resentment, forming a tangible shield between them and the sword qi.
Unfortunately, they were split by the sword formation and couldn't form a line. They were constantly being cut down by swords.
Although Qin Sang was entangled with the evil spirits, most of his mind was focused on Hua Ling. Every time a Hua Ling was killed, a spirit flower withered along with it.
But where it withered, new buds soon emerged, and fresh blossoms grew.
This place is similar to that jungle, with countless flower spirits, but Qin Sang can't sense the slightest trace of wood spirit energy.
Finally, Qin Sang's gaze fell on the demon.
It's too eerie here, I wonder what else is beyond the field of white bone flowers.
The spirit flowers have no intelligence, the only one you can communicate with are evil spirits. It's best to capture an evil spirit and ask it about the history of this place and the way out.
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Thinking of this, Qin Sang's attack became even fiercer.
Meanwhile, the remaining Hu Ling was also excluded from the sword array by Qin Sang. Sword stars hung above his and the evil ghost's heads.
At this moment, the Seven Luminaries of the Sword Formation appear within it, locking onto the evil ghost.
Had it been another opponent, Qin Sang might have held back, fearing exposure. But the Ghost Demon was mad with rage, desiring nothing more than to devour Qin Sang's flesh and blood, completely disregarding the sword formation.
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"Whoosh!"
Qin Sang, like a ghost, dodged the demon's attack, slipping past its armpit and circling around to strike it in the back.
This strike combined the auspicious, dharma-turning, and demon-crushing seals. Its power was unparalleled.
'Pff!'
The evil ghost was struck hard, and lunged forward suddenly, nearly falling.
In an instant, sword qi rained down, instantly submerging the evil ghost.
A demonic apparition howled fiercely, its body bearing numerous wounds, as it charged out from a shower of swords. Qin Sang had been waiting for it at the front.
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Under layers of protection, the ghost wouldn't be able to truly injure Qin Sang's body, but there was one exception.
As they battled, the poisonous flowers around them grew increasingly potent, and the demon's every move was laced with venom, putting great pressure on Qin Sang.
"We cannot fight for long!"
Qin Sang's heart sank, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and with a shift of his figure, he appeared directly in front of the evil spirit. His attack was almost frenzied.
Above the heavens, Jian Xing burst forth with brilliant light, causing stars to shift instantly and the seven constellations to move in unison.
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Stars converge, sword intent as it should be.
This stellar light shone with a powerful aura, far surpassing anything before. Halfway through its journey, the starlight twisted and transformed into a white tiger, leaping down from the sky.
The white tiger's ferocious aura was unparalleled, like a celestial demon descending to earth. It gathered the power of stars, shaking heaven and earth.
White tiger ferocious!
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The Western Seven Constellations are also known as the White Tiger Seven Constellations.
This technique is the true killing move of the Seven Star Division Sword Array. Only by thoroughly understanding the sword array can one comprehend the ferocity of the White Tiger.
Qin Sang unleashed the White Tiger's ferocious aura for the first time, unaware of its true power.
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"Roar!"
The tiger's roar shook heaven and earth.
Before the ferocious beast arrived, the evil spirit seemed to be frightened by the tiger's roar. Its body stiffened, and its eyes showed fear.
'Boom!'
Qin Sang's attack never ceased, a heavy punch landing on the demon's chest, sending it flying. Then, he suddenly noticed something different about the demon's expression.
Self-destruct
Qin Sang's complexion changed slightly. He hadn't expected the evil ghost to be so fierce, and he completely abandoned the idea of capturing it alive. He retracted his fist and stood still, concentrating all his attention on commanding the white tiger with its ferocious aura.
'Whoosh!'
The White Tiger descended from the sky, arriving above the evil ghost. It passed through its body.
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The demon was about to explode, its whole body filled with chaotic energy, yet in this instant it suddenly froze.
The next moment, its flesh and blood turned to ashes.
(End of Chapter)ove the heads of the cultivators from both domains.Si Di's expression was cold and stern, his eyes fixed on Elder Tan.Seeing this, he remained impassive.Being within a great formation, they occupied a...