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Chapter 349 Finals (Fifty-eight)

Here, Lanshan activated all the demon pillars lurking inside the Sword Sect, and then teleported to the Sword Sect's banquet hall.

Most of the guests in the hall had already arrived, but suddenly this strange phenomenon occurred, and all these powerful people from various sects and schools gathered in the sect master's reception room to discuss countermeasures.

Therefore, the only people left in the hall were the talented disciples from various sects and the inner and outer disciples of the Sword Sect.

"Big brother is here!"

"It's senior brother!"

……

One person noticed the appearance of Lanshan and immediately shouted as if he had found his backbone.

The other Sword Sect disciples who heard the disciple's shout seemed to have found support and began to shout as well.

They thought they had waited for confidence, but they never expected that the existence they regarded as confidence might wield a butcher knife against them.

'boom--'

The violent and brutal demonic energy instantly pounced on the disciple closest to its target. The terrifying pressure made it impossible for the disciples in the hall, whose highest cultivation level was no more than Nascent Soul, to move.

‘Zheng——’

The sword energy collided with the demonic energy and got stuck an inch in front of the disciple, shattering the demonic energy.

The disciple who managed to escape was so frightened that his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Arashiyama just disliked the noise and picked two people to make an example of them.

Since the previous attack had already had the effect of silencing them, he was too lazy to continue attacking a group of disciples who posed no threat.

However, this casual attack actually brought him a big surprise.

"Very good, my little junior sister."

Arashiyama raised an eyebrow and met the gaze of the figure in the crowd.

Those eyes that were once bright and always filled with admiration and joy now only had resentment and disgust.

Brushing away the fleeting sense of loss in his heart, Lanshan looked at Mu Qingyuan steadily.

"Change of plans...but you can leave."

Ignoring Mu Qingyuan's alert face, Lanshan said to himself:

"I told you, didn't I? I never meant to harm your life."

He smiled lightly, "So, before I regret it, you can take the idiot next to you and get out with you."

Lorantin: ...idiot? Me?

He looked at Arashiyama in shock, dumbfounded, at his sudden change of temperament.

"Or if Junior Sister is willing to stay and contribute to the blood sacrifice formation, I will naturally not refuse."

"Blood sacrifice?"

"What? Is this the eldest brother?"

"Impossible! Senior Brother would never do such a thing! You evil cultivator, quickly reveal your true identity! Don't ruin our Senior Brother's reputation!"

……

The continuous ups and downs of condemnation made Lanshan irritated.

"Shut up."

He randomly picked a disciple, stretched out his finger and grabbed him, then broke his neck.

In just a few breaths, the entire hall became quiet.

"Tick-tock..."

Mottled blood stains the festive décor.

The bloodstains were even more colorful than the spiritual fruits that were rolling down.

Terror filled everyone's eyes.

"Rebel!"

True Man Qingzhu was blocked by the raging evil spirit and finally got rid of it and rushed over, but he happened to see Lanshan killing someone.

"Master."

Lanshan dropped the body at hand, his eyes full of infatuation and tenderness.

"Today, I will help you ascend. Whether you are grateful or disgusted, as long as you can always remember me, I will die without regrets."

After making a series of affectionate "confessions" in public, Lanshan bit his fingertips and blood fell to the ground like a stream of water.

The bloodstains meandered along the intricate patterns to the place where the demon pillar was located.

The monstrous demonic energy surged and turned violent for a moment.

And Lanshan's face seemed to be instantly drained of evil energy, and suddenly all color disappeared.

True Man Qingzhu and True Man Qiankun tried to suppress the evil spirit with their spiritual power, but their spiritual power seemed to be devoured. Once it came into contact with the evil spirit, it quickly disappeared, like a stone sinking into the sea without causing any ripples.

However, when they decided to attack Arashiyama and interrupt the blood sacrifice, they found that the strange evil spirit around Arashiyama had the same function as the evil pillar, which could devour spiritual energy.

He actually tied himself to the demon pillar completely and became a part of the blood sacrifice!

“The sacrificial eye is actually here!”

"It's terrible! We can't let him continue the blood sacrifice, otherwise everyone will become a sacrifice!"

"Please follow me to suppress the demon!"

……

A group of busy and exhausted monks came rushing over from a distance.

They suppressed one demon pillar after another, but never found anything like the 'eye of the formation'.

I thought the 'eye of sacrifice' in this blood sacrifice was a demonic pillar, but I never expected that Lanshan was so cruel as to set himself as the 'eye of sacrifice'.

"Madman! If the blood sacrifice fails, he will be reduced to ashes!"

"Do you think if he fails, he will still have a chance to survive?"

A monk holding a sword with his eyes closed raised his eyelids slightly and replied with a calm expression.

The powerful man who exclaimed in surprise fell silent instantly.

Yes, if the blood sacrifice fails, no one present will let Lanshan go.

But if it succeeds... everyone will die.

Therefore, no matter what, this blood sacrifice cannot succeed!

"Disciples of the Sword Sect, follow me to set up the formation!"

"Taixu Beidou Demon-Slaying Formation!"

Following the sect leader's order, several sword sect disciples, though filled with fear, immediately took out their natal swords and began to set up the formation.

The Taixu Beidou Zhuxie Formation is the first lesson for every Sword Sect disciple to formally practice martial arts.

No matter what the talent of any disciple of the Sword Sect is, the one he practices best must be the Taixu Beidou Zhuxie Formation.

It was created by the founder of the Sword Sect, underwent numerous reforms by successive leaders of the Sword Sect, and finally gradually evolved into the most perfect version.

All the disciples arranged themselves according to the Big Dipper formation, surrounded the center of the blood sacrifice, and then released their spiritual energy together to practice their skills.

The powerful demonic energy suddenly showed some signs of weakness, with faint signs of being suppressed.

Immediately afterwards, the powerful men from various sects and schools who came to the banquet took out their magical weapons and attacked Lanshan.

As long as the sacrificial eye in the center is destroyed first, the blood sacrifice will be interrupted.

However, Lanshan's demonic energy took advantage of the "devouring" effect. The more those powerful men increased their spiritual attacks, the better his condition became.

"You can't use spiritual energy!"

"Stop! If you continue to attack like this, you will only boost the demon's strength!"

"The demonic energy that devours spiritual energy...what should I do?"

The powerful ones were in a dilemma for a moment.

Master Qingzhu lowered his eyes and suddenly felt a surge of power running wildly within his body.

…The suppressed evil spirit in his body seemed to be aroused by the blood sacrifice.

The situation was at a stalemate for a while.

The powerful monks here stopped, while Lanshan, who had accumulated his strength, began to turn from defense to offense.

'Bang bang——'

On the magic pillar that was accumulating magic power and growing larger, the mottled and complex patterns seemed to be injected with vitality, and began to twist and struggle to break free from the magic pillar's confinement.

Not far away, magical beasts that had accumulated enough magic power had broken through the magic pillars and were rushing towards the center of the blood sacrifice from all directions.

Everyone had to deal with high-level monsters whose strength was comparable to that of the Mahayana period, while also having to free up their hands to interrupt Lanshan's blood sacrifice. Everyone was miserable.

Mu Qingyuan swept her spiritual power across, not only destroying the approaching monsters, but also finding the time to rescue several low-level disciples who were being targeted by the monsters.

A plainly dressed female disciple who was standing among the disciples suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the person who saved her from the monster's mouth.

That familiar figure was engraved in my mind, and my confused eyes became clear for a moment.