Eternal Life: My Talents Can Refresh-Chapter 208 - 132: Corpses Strewn Everywhere, Survivors After the Disaster
This sudden upheaval was undoubtedly beyond everyone’s expectations.
While the Yin Demon Old Monster was roaring madly outside, within the Cyan Creek Sect, everyone’s eyes were somewhat gloating.
After all, although they did not obtain that Wood Spirit Seed,
the Yin Demon Sect, which had repeatedly interfered, also ended up with nothing.
The Yin Demon Old Monster, who had possessed the bald man, turned his gaze after a bout of roaring,
coldly staring at Xin Wuya, with black mist swirling around him.
"Was it you who caused this?"
At this moment, Xin Wuya’s expression and gaze were extremely complex.
"If I could indeed call upon a Nascent Soul Stage senior, I wouldn’t have let you force me to let go."
The Yin Demon Old Monster took another deep look at Xin Wuya, knowing that what he said was reasonable.
Only a Nascent Soul Cultivator could have directly withstood his possession attack.
However, if the Cyan Creek Sect could summon a Nascent Soul Cultivator, Xin Wuya would not have released that Wood Spirit Seed before.
"Let’s go!"
The Yin Demon Old Monster shouted unwillingly.
Then all the black mist converged into the bald man’s body and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The bald man, having returned to normal, did not look too well.
It was unclear if he was injured previously by the formation’s backlash or due to the possession by the Yin Demon Old Monster.
In fact, he was not the only one looking unwell.
Elder Pang Xie Chang, the thin elder, Xin Wuya, Green-robed Elder Yang...
None of the Golden Core cultivators present had a good complexion.
Everyone had been busy, yet no one had gained anything.
The bald man also took a deep look at the Cyan Creek Sect members within the formation and said with hatred:
"Let’s leave."
With that, the six Golden Core cultivators transformed into six streaks of Escape Light and vanished into the sky.
Xin Wuya stood in mid-air, watching the Escape Lights fly away for a long while, then sighed deeply.
Turning his head, he looked at Green-robed Elder Yang on the ground,
as well as Tong Wanqing, Elder Mu the Silver-haired Elder, and Black-faced Elder Zhu, who had now approached.
His eyes were filled with loss and indescribable complexity.
"This step was indeed a mistake, the great opportunity for the Dao..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Everyone remained silent; no one picked up on Xin Wuya’s words, yet no one knew what the others were thinking.
At this moment, Elder Mu the Silver-haired Elder’s face suddenly changed.
"Oh no, our Qi Refining stage disciples are still outside."
Saying this, she immediately transformed into a streak of Escape Light, flying out of the sect.
"Elder Mu, I’ll go with you." At this moment, Black-faced Elder Zhu also followed closely.
As the two flew off, elsewhere several hundred miles away, six members of the Yin Demon Sect appeared in the sky.
Looking at the black mist below, the dry, black-clothed elder who had thrown the Soul Summoning Banner lifted his hand, smirking coldly:
"All these Cyan Creek Sect disciples should be used to sacrifice my Soul Summoning Banner."
"Hold on, brother!" At this moment, the chubby Xie Chang suddenly spoke to stop him.
"The former sect leader of Cyan Creek Sect has done me a great favor. What we’ve done this time is mostly due to no choice, mainly because of Xin Wuya.
These are just some Qi Refining disciples, already unfortunate to be used by the sect leader. Brother, why not give me some face and spare them."
The dry, black-clothed elder laughed softly at Xie Chang’s words.
"Stayed too long in those so-called righteous sects, you become pretentiously chivalrous."
Though he said this, the dry, black-clothed elder finally lowered his hand.
Then, casually pointing at the Soul Summoning Banner, all the ghostly shadows of black mist returned into it.
At the same time, the Soul Summoning Banner flew into the dry, black-clothed elder’s hand automatically.
Without giving another glance downward, the six continued to flee far away.
Below, as the black mist disappeared, the figures of the Qi Refining stage disciples were revealed on the ground.
The scene in the woods, however, was unimaginably tragic.
Calling it a scene of corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood was no exaggeration.
Though there were nearly two thousand Qi Refining disciples, only about three or four hundred were still standing now,
and almost all of them were still fighting and grappling with those around them.
In one corner of the crowd, Chu Ning and Mu Ling stood together, with several corpses lying around them.
As the black mist dispersed, a hint of joy flashed across their faces.
But looking at the scene before them again, their expressions turned extremely grim.
Mu Ling even directly turned her head, unable to bear another glance.
Just then, a Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivator not far away came rushing over, eyes bloodshot.
Clearly, he intended to attack directly.
Seeing this, Chu Ning immediately shouted.
"Stop!"
With the ghostly mist gone, Chu Ning also slightly used some divine sense as he shouted.
Upon hearing this, the Qi Refining Ninth Layer disciple showed a moment of clarity and paused briefly.
But then he held his magical artifact, about to attack again.
Just as Chu Ning sighed and raised his advanced magical artifact to attack first.
"All of you, stop!"
An angry voice came from the air.
"Aunt?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Ling looked up in surprise towards the sky.
Chu Ning also looked in the direction of the voice, seeing Elder Mu the Silver-haired Elder and Black-faced Elder Zhu from the sect appearing.
He then breathed a long sigh of relief.
And then, he saw Black-faced Elder Zhu take out a gourd-shaped magical treasure from his hand.
The mouth of the gourd aimed downward, dropping beams of yellow light, enveloping the three or four hundred disciples who had stopped due to Elder Mu’s shout.
