Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 59 The Eastern Region Shakes [Long Chapter]

"Witch!"

Elder Zhou drew his sword at the same time.

The sword energy exploded, and the sword intent he had nurtured in the scabbard for decades poured out, stabbing straight at the puppet's back from the side.

The array plate in the hands of the second-level array master of the Heavenly Sword Sect spun rapidly.

The six restrictions bound the puppet's limbs from six directions, locking it in mid-air.

In the distance, an old, wandering cultivator pointed with his pipe and exclaimed, "Locked! The puppet is locked! Old Demon Han can't even fight back!"

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples who were watching were completely excited.

"Elder Chen! Kill her with a single sword strike!"

"She can't dodge Elder Zhou's sword!"

……

After several rounds, the puppet's limbs broke in three places, and the crack in its chest spread to its back.

Elder Chen cleaved through the puppet's last line of defense with a single sword strike.

The puppet fell backward, its dark red patterns extinguished.

He stepped over the puppet, his broadsword pointing at Han Laomo on the stone platform, the tip of the sword only half a foot away from her throat.

"it's over."

Han Laomo looked down at the half-foot-long sword tip in front of his throat.

She had been watching the whole time, raising her eyelids to look into Elder Chen's eyes, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

Elder Chen frowned: "Hmm, something's not right!"

"Yes, it's over." Han Li raised her hand and slapped the stone platform at her feet.

The stone platform cracked!

A dark red substance gushed out from the crack.

It wasn't light, it was insects.

Countless tiny, blood-red beetles surged out of the crack, instantly covering her entire body, and then swarmed towards the three elders like a tide.

Each beetle has an extremely fine blood-stained pattern etched into its shell.

She spent decades drawing countless miniature blood pacts on the insects using her own blood.

Each one is a key element of the formation, and the entire Blood Burial Plain is her formation plate.

The situation changed rapidly, reversing in the blink of an eye.

"You deliberately lured us into the formation?" Elder Chen's pupils shrank suddenly.

He retreated rapidly, slashing his broadsword at the swarm of insects. The sword light cleaved through one area, only to be immediately replaced by even more.

A beetle landed on the back of his hand.

He looked down and saw a blood pact pattern etched on the insect's back.

He looked up abruptly, his tone shifting from pronouncement to shock.

"Are you insane! You actually carved the entire mountain?!"

"Otherwise, what do you think I've been doing on this mountain for the past twenty years?"

Han Li stepped down from the stone platform and walked through the swarm of insects, which automatically avoided her.

"Farming? Retirement?"

Elder Chen's hand gripping the sword showed bulging veins, and the patterns on the broadsword were covered with beetles, making the sword light grow dimmer.

He finally realized that the three deacons of the Blood Spirit Sect had been prepared all along.

No one came out to fight not out of fear, but to deliberately lure them into the formation!

It wasn't that he was waiting for her to reveal a weakness; it was that she was waiting for him to get close enough.

"Your puppet isn't even finished yet, and you're using it as bait?"

"As people get older, their minds slow down a bit. It's only now that you've realized it? It's too late."

Han Liyun walked calmly to him, the swarm of insects having already swallowed up his protective aura.

He tried desperately to break free, but the power of the entire formation firmly suppressed him.

How can one person fight against a formation that the Blood Spirit Sect spent decades developing?

That's unrealistic!

Elder Chen knelt on one knee, only his face visible, and fear appeared in his eyes for the first time.

He had no chance to fight back, nor any time to react!

At this moment, he truly panicked.

He was respected and revered his whole life, and was never treated as prey.

Han Laomo looked down at him, as if he were looking at a piece of material that he had finally obtained.

"Elder Chen, you were so glorious in Black Wind Mountain twenty years ago."

A single sword strike cleaved through a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator—how astonishing!

Unfortunately, you used that sword too early.

What will you use to strike again today? This broken sword, gnawed to pieces by insects?

She raised her hand, placed her palm on the top of his head, and tightened her fingers.

"Your soul and your cultivation, I want them, my puppet."

You just said you wanted to erect a sword monument here? Don't worry, the monument will be there.

She looked down and said, "Your name is engraved on it."

As soon as she finished speaking, blood-red light surged from Han Li's palm.

Elder Chen groaned, his protective aura shattered completely, and a final roar escaped his throat, his eyes bulging as if they were about to burst.

Simultaneously.

Elder Zhou, standing nearby, had half his body swallowed by the swarm of insects, and his hand holding the sword finally began to tremble.

His sword intent had been nurtured in the scabbard for decades, making it invincible.

But it's impossible to kill all these almost endless bloodworms.

Looking at the sea of ​​insects before him, he suddenly recalled the words his master had spoken many years ago when he first began practicing swordsmanship:

The greatest enemy of a swordsman is never the opponent's sword, but arrogance and self-importance.

They all believed that destroying the Blood Spirit Sect was as easy as turning their hands.

It will annihilate this small evil sect with overwhelming force.

They even brazenly trespassed on someone else's territory and slaughtered their disciples.

Unexpectedly, the Blood Spirit Sect annihilated them with just one formation.

If we hadn't underestimated our enemies, if we had been more cautious, and if we had used our brains a little, we wouldn't have stepped into the Blood Burial Plains...

Sure enough, what killed them was none other than their own arrogance.

Elder Zhou remained silent for a few moments, then made one last move:

He pulled the sword from the swarm of insects, placed it across his lap, and used the last bit of his protective spiritual power to shake off the insects from the sword.

"This sword has been with me for sixty years; I can't let it get dirty."

next interest.

The swarm of insects engulfed his body; he lay with his sword across his knees, his form slowly solidifying amidst the insect tide.

Another level-two array master knelt on the ground.

His array plate was covered with beetles, and the restrictive runes were completely corrupted by the blood pact patterns.

He looked up at Ma Rou, who was watching the battle from the center of the formation, his voice hoarse.

"How many years have you been raising these insects?"

Ma Rou stroked the purple jade abacus: "This is a difficult account to calculate, but taking the three of you Foundation Establishment cultivators as materials is not a loss."

"You..." The array master looked down at the array plate in his hand.

Second-tier array masters are extremely rare, even among small sects in the Eastern Region.

He set up six array flags to break the gray fog array, then set up an isolation restriction to lock the poisonous fog, and also distracted himself to trap the Foundation Establishment puppet, bearing the pressure from three directions all by himself.

In the end, they discovered that the entire mountain was someone else's formation.

He knew better than anyone that this great formation was deeply rooted in the Blood Spirit Sect and had three Foundation Establishment deacons as its core. The possibility of breaking it with the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was zero.

"No, something's not right! You're acting too strangely, and this operation was too sudden!"

The array master seemed to realize something and suddenly looked up.

He said in alarm, "The winds in the outer sect have been blowing strangely lately."

This operation was completely unplanned... we just rushed into your trap with no strategy whatsoever, it was practically suicide!

"You planted a mole within the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

He showed a hint of fear, stopped struggling, and tried to send a message back to the sect.

"Hmph! I didn't expect there to be a smart one here!" Ma Rou said upon hearing this.

She sneered, and with a flick of her sleeve, the green poison instantly enveloped him.

Without a single scream, the array master fell silent, the array plate corroded into scrap metal by the poisonous mist.

After killing the formation master,

Ma Rou slowly stepped out of the array's core and came to Han Li's side.

She peeked into Elder Zhou's storage pouch and turned back to ask:

"There's a fine sword in this bag, who gets it?"

Han Laomo was pressing Elder Chen's soul into the crack in the puppet's chest without turning his head.

"I only want this soul of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator. The sword is yours."

Upon hearing this, Ma Rou's gaze fell upon the broken Foundation Establishment puppet not far away.

She said with dissatisfaction, "Hmph, you gained a Foundation Establishment combat power, Wang Yin gained materials for opening the furnace, and this time I'm just picking up the leftover scraps."

Han Li remained silent, busy tidying up the puppet's parts.

At this time.

"One more needed!"

Wang Yin's shouts pierced through most of the battlefield from the top of Blood Cauldron Peak.

"My furnace is just one final step away from being fully heated!"

After she finished speaking, the entire Blood Spirit Sect's protective formation was instantly activated.

The corpses, limbs, broken talismans, and remaining protective aura scattered throughout the Bloodfang Valley battlefield were swept away by the gray mist and surged towards Blood Cauldron Peak.

Meanwhile, Wang Yin stood on the edge of the alchemy furnace, sweat dripping down her chin.

Her back was completely soaked with sweat, and the stove lid was rattling and popping from the blast of steam.

"Not enough! Give me more!"

Han Laomo raised his hand, and the remaining spiritual power on Elder Chen's corpse was uprooted and surged into the top of Blood Cauldron Peak.

Despite her reluctance, Ma Rou had no choice but to fling the corpse of the level-two array master into the air.

In a short time.

The corpses of Elder Chen and Elder Zhou of the Heavenly Sword Sect, along with the second-tier array master, all flew into a huge furnace on Blood Cauldron Peak.

Wang Yin abruptly opened the furnace lid.

The lid was blown away by the blast wave, spun twice, and crashed into the stone wall with a thud. A blood-red beam of light shot into the sky, merging with the blood-red clouds above.

She activated the token of the sect's protective formation!

In an instant, all the remaining essence, remnant souls, poisonous mist, and blood spirit grass juice on the battlefield were absorbed and poured into the alchemy furnace.

Everything was sucked in and poured into the alchemy furnace!

Wang Yin leaned over and peeked into the alchemy furnace. The sweat on the baby's face was instantly evaporated by the heat from the furnace opening, turning her face as red as a boiled shrimp.

She tightened the last latch on the stove lid!

A moment later.

A sharp, bright laugh echoed throughout the entire Blood Spirit Sect.

"The pill has been prepared—"

This scene was clearly visible to everyone inside and outside the Blood Spirit Sect.

Outside the mountain gate, the various factions watching remained completely silent.

The scout from Black Wind Mountain slid down from the dead tree.

He only realized his legs were trembling after his feet touched solid ground. He quickly sent a message to his sect: "Something terrible has happened! The Heavenly Sword Sect has been completely wiped out!"

The old hermit's pipe was broken into three pieces on the ground, his mouth agape, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single word.

"Damn, that's a huge investment!"

"The Blood Spirit Sect is about to turn the world upside down!"

At the same time.

Outside the Rift Valley Black Market, Song Qingshu, who had already reached the half-step Foundation Establishment stage, was sweating profusely.

He was ordered to stay nearby with his men to eliminate any remaining members of the Blood Spirit Sect and did not participate in the attack on the gate.

I was initially a little disappointed, but now I'm just relieved!

Song Qingshu's expression was grave: "Damn it, this mountain assault is wrong, there's definitely something wrong! It's too strange!"

"Report back to the sect!"

He leaped into the sky, not having time to care about the rest of his fellow disciples.

The outer perimeter of the Blood Spirit Sect.

Those onlookers, the rogue cultivators and evil cultivators who were secretly observing were all shocked by the Blood Spirit Sect's actions.

They all sent messages to their own people!

The Blood Spirit Sect set a trap, killing three Foundation Establishment cultivators and dozens of Qi Refining Peak cultivators from the Heavenly Sword Sect!

In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire Eastern Region was shaken!

The Eastern Region is about to undergo a major change!

at the same time.

Li Tianran, inside the secret chamber, also heard Elder Chen's hoarse scream.

His fingers paused for a moment, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

It seems the Heavenly Sword Sect failed to defeat Old Demon Han!

He picked up the dark red jade slip at the very back and quickly copied it onto the prepared blank jade slip.

Time is of the essence; we must leave before Old Man Han returns!

Otherwise, if they were caught, they would surely die!