Chapter 787

The Gate of Life and Death, a pun.

Within three breaths, those who are willing to leave this gate are choosing life.

The cultivators who remain are choosing death.

This is the first layer of meaning.

And the second layer of meaning is the special ability contained within the complete Ding Yisaner itself.

That is the divine power of misfortune, and also the artistic conception of forgetting.

The former divine power can make the people here fall into endless misfortune after the gate is closed, and the final outcome is only death.

And the latter's forgetting will make them forget they are already dead, and they themselves are dead, so they will be filled with misfortune until they become strange existences.

Like the head and the stone lions, they are this type of strange existence.

To some extent, this is a product of the accidental fusion of gods and immortals.

After all, divine power comes from gods, while artistic conception comes from the power studied by cultivators to counter gods.

This is the true display of the ability of the complete Ding Yisaner. Besides this, in terms of sealing, Ding Yisaner has also reached the extreme.

Unless one possesses the ability to counter misfortune and forgetting at the same time, or uses overwhelming combat power to forcibly blast it open, otherwise, it is impossible to leave this place.

Similarly, this is also Xu Qing's previous plan. He is a person who reasons, so he opened the gate first, giving the cultivators here time to leave.

This scene fell into the eyes of the Yanyue noble in the golden palace in mid-air outside Ding Yisaner. His eyes condensed slightly, and his gaze flickered.

He naturally saw the extraordinariness of this prison and also felt the killing intent of the humans inside.

So what was placed before him at this moment was a choice.

Whether to stop it or not.

"Why should I stop it? The purpose of the Great Hunt is originally to choose the seeds of the tribe. And in this world, the weak are the prey of the strong, and prosperity and decline follow fate. The arrival of such a strong human will further stimulate those proud juniors in the tribe."

"Moreover, this human kid, I don't know if someone taught him, but he does things quite methodically, actually opening the gate first to give people a chance to leave."

This Yanyue noble thought for a while, smiled slightly, and his gaze looking at Xu Qing finally had a bit more appreciation, and he also foresaw that next, this forbidden zone of his would become blood-colored.

"Not bad, interesting."

The Yanyue noble outside Ding Yisaner chose not to interfere, so at this moment, for the Yanyue cultivators inside Ding Yisaner, the choice placed before them was also a choice.

Leave, or stay.

If Xu Qing hadn't suffocated and killed the cultivators of the Ninth Mountain, then everyone would basically choose to stay and ignore Xu Qing's words.

But after seeing Xu Qing suffocate and kill the cultivators of the Ninth Mountain with his own eyes, and then use an even more eerie method to extinguish the lamp and kill Tian Lingzi, his words possessed the power of "words follow the law."

And the strange behavior of the head and the others, as well as that divine finger, all formed the source of eeriness that made people feel shocked.

In the end, thirty percent of the cultivators gritted their teeth, gave up snatching here, and headed straight for the exit of Ding Yisaner.

After all, not everyone is willing to go crazy at this time.

Their departure was not blocked. In an instant, they flew out one by one and left the prison.

But among the remaining seventy percent, there was still a portion whose eyes were filled with cold intent. Based on their respective self-confidence and the fact that there were many of them, they believed they could fight for it.

As the Yanyue tribe, their philosophy from childhood was slaughter and snatching. As long as the benefits were large enough, they could fight for it.

Clearly, the Forbidden Mountains on Xu Qing's head made its value exceed the forbidden zone itself, so in terms of benefits, it was enough.

In addition, there was still a portion hesitating. Seeing someone successfully leave, they were still making a choice in their hearts, but time was already too late.

Three breaths, passed.

The prison gate of Ding Yisaner closed instantly. A huge roar echoed. The stone lions and heads inside the prison cheered to welcome the new prison mates.

The eerie aura suddenly erupted inside Ding Yisaner.

The divine finger there rolled and hit the prison, making the entire prison tremble, and even more, at this moment, it emitted endless blood color, spreading in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the appearance of Ding Yisaner also changed accordingly, becoming a blood-colored Yellow Springs hell.

The intent of misfortune spread from every inch of this prison, rendering the earth, invading the twenty-seven Forbidden Mountains here, and the heterogenous matter that originally belonged here was also swallowed and spat out by the divine finger in an instant, becoming a part of Ding Yisaner.

Perhaps it is too far behind other gods in terms of combat power, and it has lived miserably enough, but it is a god after all. It is more proficient in some basic operations unique to gods than Xu Qing.

So in an instant, everything inside Ding Yisaner became a whole.

The next instant, the intent of misfortune erupted suddenly.

Among the hundreds of people remaining here, a considerable portion exhibited some unimaginable behaviors.

For example, someone's old injury, due to the deviation of the operation of the cultivation base, was actually re-triggered. The probability of this matter should have been extremely low, but it still appeared.

Under the eruption of this injury, this cultivator sprayed fresh blood directly. While surprised, there was also shock.

For example, someone just took out a magic tool, but because of an instability inside the magic tool that would only appear with a one-in-ten-thousand chance, it actually exploded by itself, affecting himself.

For example, someone took out some poison-avoidance pills, wanting to swallow them, but strangely took the wrong pill, which not only had no effect of avoiding poison but instead made himself easier to be invaded by poison.

For example, someone rose into the air, but was affected by the fragments formed by the explosion of a magic tool on the side. Although he dodged, there were too many similar things, and the terrifying power formed by the collapse of hundreds of magic tools made many people affected.

And for example, someone roared and unfolded a divine ability, but strangely, a deviation appeared, and this trace of deviation that shouldn't have appeared caused the technique to backfire.

And for example, someone forcibly performed some huge killing techniques or magic tools. Originally, although they were strong, they could be controlled in the outside world, but now all accidents appeared, and they roared one after another.

Looking from afar, inside Ding Yisaner, all the Yanyue clan cultivators were in chaos. The various accidents that happened to them, combined together, were misfortune.

And they also immediately discovered that something was wrong. Someone with wide knowledge recognized it instantly and exclaimed in shock.

"Misfortune... this is divine power!"

As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators here had their expressions change greatly. Only Xu Qing sat on the Ninth Mountain, incomparably calm, and the Captain sat beside him, full of smiles.

As for Qiu Quezi, he was dazed again at this moment.

At the same time, these cultivators here also quickly found a way to crack it.

"Kill that eerie human, and this place will naturally be solved!"

Gazes of killing intent gathered from all directions. Immediately after, all the figures here flew out rapidly, whistling toward Xu Qing.

Although accidents happened on the way, and they even inexplicably touched each other's techniques, causing casualties.

But looking at it as a whole, the killing intent was strong, rapidly approaching Xu Qing.

It's just... they didn't know that misfortune was only a part of Ding Yisaner's power, and the artistic conception of forgetting... had already rendered this place unknowingly.

And the closer they got to Xu Qing, the richer this rendering became.

Thus, in the blink of an eye, its effect appeared. Those Yanyue cultivators who approached Xu Qing the fastest, only two hundred feet away from him, endured multiple misfortunes and were about to rush over.

But the next instant, their expressions appeared dazed, their bodies instinctively paused, and they stood in mid-air.

They, forgot their purpose.

Following that, more cultivators, under the effect of the artistic conception of forgetting, forgot their purpose, forgot they were going to find Xu Qing, and some were even more serious, forgetting why they were here.

And also forgot the Great Hunt...

Dazedness became the main theme here. Even if they looked at each other, occasionally thinking of something for a moment, but as the power of forgetting became richer, they forgot more.

Misfortune also grinned, erupting on them again.

Death appeared continuously, and the bodies of cultivators who died due to various accidents fell from the sky in large numbers.

However, there were ultimately cultivators who relied on their own talent, or special treasures and bloodlines, to barely maintain clarity under the blessing of misfortune and forgetting, transmitting urgent words.

"This is misfortune and forgetting. Everyone scatter, don't get close to each other, don't unfold unnecessary techniques, only think about one thing in your brain, constantly repeat it, that is to kill the human, and also shout this out loudly with your mouth, using the lingering sound of the voice to remind others of the consciousness that is constantly forgetting!"

"Kill the human!"

"Kill the human!!"

"Kill the human!!!"

In the sky, all the Yanyue clan cultivators, one by one, had quickened breathing. In this crisis, in this life and death, in this eeriness, they issued shouts, the sound echoing, deafening.

Even if someone forgot, hearing this sound would form an instinct.

Under this instinct, all the Yanyue cultivators rushed toward Xu Qing to kill.

At the same time, the rolling and hitting of the divine finger was like thunder, echoing here.

The dancing of the stone son was also more excited.

The strange laughter of the head was more ear-piercing.

The rotation of the millstone had become a vortex.

The straw man woven by the scarecrow constantly twisted.

And the old man of Danqing there, his expression crazy, had already painted the portraits of everyone here. Finally, he turned around, knelt down toward Xu Qing in the distance, and shouted loudly.

"Great Guardian, the prisoners are rioting, please suppress them!"

The stone lions, heads, scarecrows, and millstones all stopped their original behaviors at this moment, kneeling down one after another, shouting the same words.

"Great Guardian, the prisoners are rioting, please suppress them!"

"Please suppress them!"

As soon as their words came out, heaven and earth changed color, wind rose and clouds surged. Xu Qing raised his head, his body stood up from sitting cross-legged, and he raised his right hand.

On the black long spear in front of him, the golden crow screeched out, black flames erupted, the long spear rolled backward, and was grasped by Xu Qing in one hand.

Cold intent rose in Xu Qing's eyes. He raised his right foot and... stepped forward one step!

Heading straight for the sky!

The Captain behind him also stretched, grinning at Qiu Quezi.

"Little Quezi, if you don't make a move again, the Forbidden Mountain you want will be gone."

Saying this, the Captain licked his lips and rushed away.

Slaughter, unfolded from this.