Chapter 30 That's why I said you're stupid
"It looks like something big has happened!"

Looking at the long river of blood gathering from all directions, Jiang Yi's consciousness finally sensed the changes around him and the space had been completely blocked.

It’s a big formation!
Moreover, it is not the divine pattern formation of the Chongming Realm. Although it is often said that different paths lead to the same destination, the systems are different, so the difficulty of cracking it is naturally higher. If it is a brute force crack, that is another matter.

"Where is your Lu family's protective formation?" Many people looked at Lu Chong. Since it was not the divine pattern formation of Chongming Realm, it was most likely an enemy from another world. But why didn't Lu's divine pattern formation rise up to fight against it? This is Lu's manor!
"Is there any need to ask? It hasn't even opened yet, so it must have been destroyed!"

"So what should we do now? Or is there anyone who is good at breaking the formation?"

At this time, everyone was sober and started talking about it. This formation looked very fierce, and it might be more dangerous to walk around without understanding it.

"Let's wait. Instead of running around like headless flies, we might as well wait for our elders to come find us." Jiang Yi patted his sister who was huddled beside him. The bloody smell around them became heavier and had begun to slowly erode their bodies. The occasional sound of swords shook their minds.

Although he knew some knowledge about formations, he had no idea where to start when faced with a formation of this scale and different systems.

This trip down the mountain was full of surprises!

"That's all it can do."

"Let the junior brothers and sisters with lower realms gather in the middle, and we will guard the periphery, which can also block some of the corrosive forces for them."

As he spoke, the river of blood that was originally hanging in the air swept down and submerged the entire Lu's manor. Blood still continued to flow in from all directions.

Jiang Yi held the little girl and stood on the blood river. Jiang Miaomiao was only a fourth-grade disciple and could not fly with Qi. Not only her, but many young disciples in the Plum Garden who followed their elders out to see the world were also only fourth-grade disciples. Some were saved by their senior brothers and sisters, while others were swallowed up by the blood river because they could not be rescued in time.

There is a river of blood below and thousands of swords hanging in the air!

"Brother!" Jiang Miaomiao's small body trembled a little. She had never seen such a scene before. Only by feeling the presence of her brother could she dispel the fear in her heart.

"Don't be afraid, big brother is here, nothing will happen!" Jiang Yi pretended to be calm. Although he was also very nervous in his heart, he could not show it, otherwise his sister would only be more scared.

Jiang Yi took out several materials from the storage bag, summoned fire with one hand, and quickly melted them. In a blink of an eye, it became a somewhat ugly hairpin. This hairpin had only one function, which was to control the air and fly.

Jiang Yi inserted the hairpin into his sister's hair. He had to consider the unexpected situations that might arise later. He couldn't lead people to perform fire escape. As long as Jiang Miaomiao could fly, even if she couldn't fly fast, even if she could only stay in the air, it would provide an extra level of safety.

"Who is that person?"

"Ancestor Lu won't lose, right?"

At the horizon, two figures collided with each other again and again. One was the strongest person in Jueshui City, Lu Anping, who was at the peak of the Rongshen Realm. The other was unknown to anyone, but was able to compete with Lu Anping in strength.

"The ancestor will never lose!" Lu Chong shouted loudly, his eyes fixed on the battle in the sky. In his heart, the ancestor was invincible and would absolutely not lose.

The battle between the two caused the blood river, which was originally flowing slowly, to surge violently. The figures of the dead souls wailed in the blood river, intersecting with the sword sounds in the air, like sharp arrows piercing into the souls of everyone. Some people were suddenly shocked by the life-threatening sounds and bled from all seven orifices. They died without even being able to scream.

"Lu Chong, calm down, use your martial arts and clean up the surroundings." Lin Xiao took a look at his junior brother who was held in his hand. He had originally looked relieved after surviving a disaster, but now his face was filled with fear and he was bleeding from all his seven orifices and died.

Lin Xiao opened his hands with a heavy face, letting the corpse fall into the blood river below. Without enough strength and without a soul protection artifact, there was no possibility of survival in such a dangerous situation.

Lu Chong's martial spirit [Dawn] represents light, I hope it can be of some use at a time like this.

Lu Chong gathered his thoughts and his whole body suddenly burst out with brilliant light, which pierced through the surrounding darkness and shone on the souls in the river of blood. The souls let out silent roars, but to no avail, and they melted away one after another.

Several disciples of the Three Saints Sect who practiced [Bright Moon] also displayed their martial arts, and rays of moonlight fell, purifying the corrosive aura rising from the blood river.

The disciples of Yuanbao Sect have long been silently using [Good Luck]. With their abilities, they are unable to guide the direction of events, and can only try their best to push the status of the few most powerful fighters here to a higher level in order to increase everyone's chances of survival.

"Too many!" Lu Chong gritted his teeth and unleashed his full strength. The light brought by [Dawn] could indeed effectively target the souls in the blood river, but what he mastered was only the embryonic form of martial arts. Facing the seemingly endless souls below, it seemed like a drop in the bucket.

At this moment, Jiang Yi also acted decisively. The surging waves of the blood river were ignited by the fire. The blood and fire intertwined, the flames were extinguished, and the blood was evaporated. The souls floating in the waves suddenly seemed to have fallen into a volcanic hell and were evaporated along with the blood.

Others also took action, and their results seemed remarkable, but compared to the rolling river of blood, they were just a drop in the ocean. Such a result inevitably made people feel despair.

"Why don't we just go and leave here first."

"Where to go? If we can't get out of the formation, it will be the same everywhere!"

"But if we stay here, we will die sooner or later. The elders of the sect haven't come yet. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

The first person to collapse was a fourth-rank youth from the Wuhen Sect. He held Tang Ling's left arm tightly and cried loudly. It was not because Tang Ling saved him, but because he was smart and immediately grabbed a life-saving straw when he saw that something was wrong.

"Shut up!" The pendant on his left arm broke down and cried loudly. The ugly appearance made Tang Ling even more upset. He had not thrown it away before only because of the relationship with his fellow disciples. He was so angry that he swung his left arm directly. With a scream, his ears were finally quiet.

The faces of the people around changed when they saw this, especially those fourth-grade warriors who had no ability to protect themselves. They were so scared that they dared not make a sound. The rest of the people from the Wuhen Sect all had a look of disbelief on their faces.

"Brother Tang?"

After being angry, Tang Ling finally calmed down, but now that things have come to this, no more explanations are useless. The most important thing now is to stay alive! "I'm the fastest. I'm going to look for the elders of the sect. You guys should be careful here."

Tang Ling decisively chose to leave because he accidentally killed a fellow disciple. Rather than staying here and being suspicious of each other, he might as well trust himself. He was fast and had a ninth-rank armor. It was much better for him to go look for the elders of the sect than to stay here with a bunch of burdens and perform some drama of deep affection among fellow disciples.

Having made up his mind, Tang Ling didn't care what others thought. His body turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared.

"Senior Brother Tang, we are together with you!" The people from Wuhen Sect looked at each other, and two of them shouted "Disappear into wind". This behavior was really despicable. With the speed of [Wind Passes Without Trace], there was no way anyone could hear what they were shouting at this time.

The others chose to stay. They didn't have the speed of "Wind Passes Without Trace", and they were afraid of the unknown, so sticking together would give them a sense of security. As for the group led by Prince Ren of the Baoshu Dynasty, they had no right to choose, as they didn't even have a first-class expert.

"Tang Ling is narrow-minded and selfish, yet he pretends to be respectful to his elders and friendly to his fellow students on a daily basis. It's disgusting!" Pang Tianyun spat with disdain.

Lingzhou and Luzhou are adjacent to each other. Even though the two major sects love each other on the surface, they are constantly in friction with each other for the sake of interests in private. It is common for the Three Saints Sect to despise the Wuhen Sect, not to mention that Pang Tianyun is not wrong.

The people in the Plum Garden seemed to be united as before, but there were already many grudges between them. Although Tang Ling just waved and threw away a burden that depended on him to survive, in such a desperate place, it was hard to say whether someone would stab him in the back, so it was better to be cautious.

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A group of Molten Gods dragged Lu Nanshan out of the Qionghua Terrace, but they knew very well that without breaking the Blood River Sword Formation, they would not be able to get out of the Lu Manor, let alone escape from Jueshui City.

Since Lu Changge dared to do such a rebellious act, he must have relied on Lu Anping...

What's more, it is impossible for Lu Changge to set up the Blood River Sword Formation by himself. He must have helpers from the Sword Domain. At this time, most of the people in Jueshui City have probably been trapped in the formation.

"Where is the core of your Lu clan's formation?"

"Don't be stupid, Lu Changge has already betrayed the realm, he must die! Now we have to find a way to repair your Lu family's protective formation and use the formation against the formation, only then will we be able to quickly break through the Blood River Sword Formation!" Seeing that Lu Nanshan was still in a trance, Lan Qushang slapped him directly. He didn't understand by now that the chaos in Fengdusai was not to cover up the sword domain's strong men from crossing the realm, but to attract the attention of the Three Saints Sect and cover up the plan in Jueshui City.

But there was one thing he didn't understand: why did he want to assassinate Jiang Yi?

But now is not the time to think about these things. He had already made up his mind to return to Shuangta Mountain the day after tomorrow, but he still couldn't escape this disaster.

"Follow... follow me." After coming back to his senses, Lu Nanshan no longer looked like a powerful God-Melting Warrior. Fortunately, he still knew the priorities of things. In order to prevent the extinction of the Lu family's bloodline, he, the head of the family who has not yet taken office, must do something.

But before everyone could fly far, a figure walked out from the heavy sword shadows high in the sky.

"Can't you all just stay here and watch this wonderful show? This is a script that I spent a hundred years writing."

The old man was wearing a dirty linen shirt, his gray hair was unkempt and messy like a chicken coop, his face was full of wrinkles and he had a mouthful of yellow teeth. He had a brown gourd hanging around his waist, looking no different from a beggar.

"Blood Sword Sect, Dong Guofu! You are not dead!!" Looking at the person coming, Elder Li's eyes suddenly turned red, veins popped on his forehead, and murderous intent rose in his body. Every word was mixed with endless anger and hatred.

"Oh, there is actually someone who knows me, an old man. Who are you?" Dong Guofu was a little surprised. He had been hiding in the Chongming Realm for more than two hundred years, but there was actually someone who could see through his identity at a glance.

"Li Zhuofei of the Three Saints!"

"I have no impression at all." Dong Guofu shook his head, grabbed the gourd at his waist and took a sip.

"One hundred and twenty years ago, in Broken Sword Valley." Elder Li's martial spirit spread around him, and the hatred in his heart was difficult to suppress. He just didn't understand why the person in front of him was still alive!

"Oh, you are not Feng Wenjing's apprentice, are you?" Dong Guofu laughed after a brief recollection and looked at Li Zhuofei as if he were an ant.

"Yes, yes, yes, I remember now. Back then, I tortured Feng Wenjing to death with thousands of swords. I was also seriously injured. There was a stupid kid following her. Could that kid be you?"

"Why? I have already chopped off your head and crushed your body, why are you not dead!!" Li Zhuofei roared. He didn't understand. He had clearly cut this demon into pieces with his own hands back then, why did this demon who was like a nightmare to him appear before his eyes again.

why!
"Haha, that's why I say you are stupid. You were just a second-rank warrior back then, not even qualified to be crushed to death by me. Why do you think that what you cut off was my head? And what you crushed was my body?" Dong Guofu showed a mocking look on his face, grabbed the gourd and took another sip.

"Don't flatter yourself. If you had the ability to kill me, why would you choose to fake your death in front of a mere second-rank warrior like me?" Li Zhuofei was extremely angry. Was he deceived? Although the Blood Sword Sect's sword intent was not good at manipulating opponents, the gap in strength between him and this demon was too great.

"So what? Back then, your master wanted to drag me down with her, but in the end I cut her into pieces with thousands of swords. It was so tragic. Such a beautiful woman was reduced to a pile of rotten flesh in the end, and you, as her disciple, couldn't even kill her dying enemy." Dong Guofu's words were heartbreaking. That woman was indeed powerful, but unfortunately she was too arrogant. It took him nearly a hundred years to heal the injuries she suffered in that battle.

As for her disciple... he is still as useless as he was back then, but it's just right for him to reminisce about the past and kill some time.

Listening to Dong Guofu's words, Li Zhuofei's mind once again reappeared the face of his master, as well as the memories of his youth, the simplicity, ignorance and happiness, until the battle in Broken Sword Valley tore them all apart, and the endless blood became his lifelong nightmare.

He originally thought that he had walked out of the nightmare after killing his enemy with his own hands, but when the face engraved in his bones appeared again, he finally understood that he had been deceiving himself for the past hundred years. He never dared to recall the Broken Sword Valley, let alone the appearance of his master. He sealed everything before the age of twenty in the corner of his memory and dared not touch it.

Until this moment, the nightmare comes again!

"kill!!!"

(End of this chapter)