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Vol.2-Chapter 271 – Blood River Spirit Trap Formation

After Zhao Jiuge’s voice echoed, Song Yuansheng and Ling Bo Re both attacked. Although Ling Bo Re had only recovered a bit, this didn’t hinder her from attacking. The pills she had taken were still in affect.

Zhao Jiuge didn’t move, because he knew that even if he went, it would be no use. The gap between him and the late stage Nascent Soul Third Elder was too large. The three of them were more than enough to deal with the Third Elder.

Feeling three figures closing in on him, the Third Elder was enraged. He had heard the miserable screams of the Ninth Elder and his disciples earlier. He shuddered—he didn’t want to die so early. Cultivating to this point was not easy.

However, even though he was strong, he was instantly at a disadvantage when facing three people. He continued to wave the black flag in his hand to battle against Song Rujin.

At this moment, Ling Bo Re’s sword energy and Song Yuansheng’s attack from his Eight Edge Devil Submission Mirror arrived. The Third Elder revealed a bitter smile and felt despair.

When one felt despair, one would do crazy things. The Third Elder was about to explode his nascent soul when he regained some of his senses. Rescue was about to arrive—he just had to last a bit longer and he could live.

Thinking about this, endless blood fog appeared, and he did all he could to resist their attacks. However, how could he, someone who was used to fighting those weaker than him, resist their attacks?

The light from the Eight Edge Devil Submission Mirror instantly melted the blood fog, and Ling Bo Re’s sword energy landed on the Third Elder’s body.

A miserable cry echoed through the sky, sounding especially harsh. The Third Elder’s body was destroyed. Even with his Nascent Soul Realm body, he couldn’t stop this powerful sword energy.

The black flag he had used to fight against Song Rujing fell to the ground due to the lack of spirit force being injected into it. Song Rujing quickly surrounded the Third Elder’s body along with Song Yuansheng and Ling Bo Re.

When that voice echoed through the canyon, the Fifth Elder, who had just emerged from the stone chamber, was startled and shouted, “That’s Third Brother!”

The Head Elder’s expression changed and he quickly said, “Let\'s move quickly, something is wrong!”

The Eighth Elder’s face was still expressionless and cold, but he moved even faster. The three of them rushed out, leading almost 30 of the elite Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples.

In the canyon.

A black light wanted to escape from Third Elder’s body, but it was captured by Song Rujing. She waved her hand and strands of green, silk-like spirit force wrapped around this black light.

The black light dissipated, revealing the Third Elder’s nascent soul. It had tender skin and was firmly wrapped in a red and gold suit of armor. At this moment, the Third Elder gritted his teeth and shouted, “Let me go, or else you will be sorry once my brothers arrive!”

Song Rujing let out a cold snort and tightened the green threads. The Third Elder’s face distorted from the pain.

“There are still more helpers? Speak! What is your purpose for coming here!?” Zhao Jiuge also stepped forward and questioned the Third Elder. However, the Third Elder simply ignored Zhao Jiuge and remained silent.

Seeing the situation, Zhao Jiuge looked at Song Yuansheng, and Song Yuansheng gently nodded.

A purple fire appeared before Song Yuansheng. When the Third Elder felt the purple origin fire, he immediately screamed, “What are you guys going to do!?”

“Speak. Answer our question truthfully or I’ll use the taoist soul-search method to get the answer. Then I’ll use the purple origin fire to burn you to ashes.” Song Yuansheng’s voice was cold; he would not show any mercy toward these evil cultivators.

Hearing Song Yuansheng’s words, the Third Elder became silent. After pondering a bit, he slowly said, “Fine, I’ll speak, but put away your purple origin fire first.”

In an instant, the purple origin fire disappeared. Song Yuansheng looked at the resentful expression on the Third Elder’s face, but he didn’t care. He also knew what the Third Elder was planning.

The Third Elder’s nascent soul slowly explained the situation. This allowed Zhao Jiuge’s group to understand why the Blood Fiend Pavilion had come here—all doubts were resolved.

It turned out that the Blood Fiend Pavilion was from the depths of the Barbarian Forest, and the reason they had come here was because their Pavilion Master had obtained a secret record. There was a large number of ethnic minorities in the Barbarian Forest, and this secret record could be considered witchcraft.

This secret record made the Pavilion Master, who had been stuck at the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm for over 100 years, very happy. With this witchcraft, along with an altar, he could break through to the Soul Transformation Realm by absorbing a blood pool.

How could this news not excite the Pavilion Master? According to the sacred record, there was an altar here below Southern Pond Mountain. Thus, he had brought everyone from the sect and found the altar here. He had built a blood pool here using the herbs from the sect and the blood of the nearby villagers. The blood pool was small but extremely pure.

The Pavilion Master had been cultivating using the secret method and the altar. The reason the Blood Fiend Pavilion had said that they hadn’t done anything was because they didn’t want to attract attention and affect their Pavilion Master’s cultivation.

Once their Pavilion Master became a Soul Formation Realm cultivator and they returned to the Barbarian Forest, their sphere of influence would increase. Their status would also increase greatly.

Zhao Jiuge also got information about the group of evil cultivators in the Southern Province. The other group was called Deer Mountain, an old rival of the Blood Fiend Pavilion. They were fairly evenly matched. When they saw the Blood Fiend Pavilion’s Pavilion Master, Wang Changrui, leave with their full sect, Deer Mountain assumed they had found a treasure or had some secret schemes, but their force was much weaker. Ye Aotian’s group had been sent to the Southern Province to deal with them.

Although the Third Elder’s nascent soul didn’t give very detailed information, they were able to gain a general understanding of the situation with the information from the yellow jade tube.

After hearing this, the four of them looked at each other. They didn’t expect the Blood Fiend Pavilion to have eight more Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, and their Pavilion Master was about to reach the Soul Formation Realm. If it wasn’t for the four of them coming here, they would have likely succeeded and Pavilion Master Wang Changrui would have reached the Soul Formation Realm. The Blood Fiend Pavilion would have instantly become a second-rate sect.

A Soul Formation Realm Pavilion Master and nine Nascent Soul Realm elders, along with 100 disciples, could set off a bloody storm. How many innocent people would die to them?

“What should we do? Continue or….”

Song Yuansheng’s expression was somewhat serious. If they went down, they might face a Soul Formation Realm evil cultivator. Who could say that the Pavilion Master hadn’t already made a breakthrough? This was a life or death matter, so he didn’t dare make a decision himself.

Before the others reacted, Zhao Jiuge immediately frowned and said, “Let’s go down. We came here to get rid of these evil cultivators. Otherwise, if the Pavilion Master reaches the Soul Formation Realm, it will be a disaster for everyone.”

Ling Bo Re looked at Zhao Jiuge with a hint of admiration and echoed, “How can we be afraid just because of a little danger?”

Song Yuansheng, seeing that both of them were in line with his thoughts, nodded. His little sister would naturally follow him, so there was no problem.

“Hahahaha, little brats, are you all afraid now? Quickly release me and I can ask the Pavilion Master to spare your lives.”

Seeing the four of them discussing what to do, the Third Elder’s nascent soul began to laugh, his little face filled with pride.

“Courting death!” Ling Bo Re looked at him with disgust. Song Rujing tightened the green, silk-like wire around the Third Elder’s nascent soul.

Just at this moment, 20 to 30 figures appeared at the tunnel leading to the bottom of the mountain.

One of the three people in the lead had a burly figure and a kind face—he was the Head Elder. He saw four people surrounding the Third Elder’s corpse and noticed that they had captured the Third Elder’s nascent soul.

“Old Three!”

The Head Elder let out an anxious roar. Although the Third Elder’s body was destroyed, as long as his nascent soul lived, he was still alive. He looked around and saw the scattered corpses of the Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples, along with traces of sword energy that had devastated the area. He suddenly understood that these four youths could not be underestimated.

After calling out the Third Elder, the Head Elder looked at Zhao Jiuge’s group and roared in anger, “Who are you people?! You dare to become enemies of my Blood Fiend Pavilion!?”

When they heard people coming from the tunnel, Zhao Jiuge and company were shocked.

“Big Brother, save me! Be careful, none of them are weaker than us.” Seeing the Head Elder, the Third Elder was filled with excitement. He believed that he could be saved.

However, he was suddenly cut off. When Song Yuansheng saw the people rush out of the tunnel, he released his purple origin fire and immediately shrouded the Third Elder’s nascent soul with it.

A crackling sound echoed and the Third Elder’s nascent soul couldn\'t even let a scream before it was refined by the terrifying purple origin fire.

Seeing this slightly cruel scene, Zhao Jiuge was somewhat shocked; even Song Rujing was frightened.

Feeling their gazes, Song Yuansheng explained like an old-timer, “If you don’t kill him, he will only harm more people. Their methods are even more cruel. Think of the people they have killed.”

Seeing the Third Elder’s nascent soul die before him, the Head Elder’s expression became fierce. He looked at Zhao Jiuge’s group with a gaze filled with killing intent.

“I don’t care who you are, you will pay with your lives!”

An angry roar echoed through the air. The Fifth Elder and the Eight Elder were equally angry. They had cultivated together for so long—how they could not feel anger? Humans were, after all, emotional creatures.

The Head Elder shouted, “Place the Blood River Trap Spirit Formation and avenge the Third Elder!”

“Yes!”

Then the 30 or so elite Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples also shouted.