Chapter 117: Righteous Path Suffers Calamity

In the small woods, two black shadows ran in a hurry. They were fleeing in a panic, having tied two yellow talisman papers depicting the statues of the gods on their feet. This kind of paper, which depicts gods, writes divine registers, and is burned after being sacrificed to, is called "Paper Horse". People of the left path in the world often use this kind of yellow paper fake horse talisman to worship before the gods, using the power and faith of the gods to make the talisman have some spiritual response.

This is also a common method for cultivators who do not have the Penetrating Law realm and cannot write talismans with magic power, open talisman apertures, or invite gods to draw talismans.

Usually, one has to open a Dharma altar, worship gods, and use divine power to consecrate the drawn talismans.

Drawing talismans purely with true qi requires a thorough understanding of the true meaning of Heaven and Earth above the talisman, and the success rate is really too low. So low-rank cultivators often borrow the power of ghosts and gods!

Those two dark shadows were both wearing leather armor, and outside the leather armor, their entire bodies were wrapped in paper armor fashioned from the same yellow talismans. The spirit-horse talismans tied to their feet emitted a faint yellow light, causing their legs to cross and transform into two leg-shadows as they moved. They even took off after merely touching the grass, as if flying close to the ground, leaving no footprints wherever they went.

Their speed was slightly faster than a galloping horse, and they soon passed through the small woods.

At this time, there was no tree cover overhead, and the two of them shouted in unison: "Earth Escape Technique", clenched their right fists, pressed their thumbs between their index and middle fingers, formed a fist seal, and pointed their left hands at the ground. The yellow talisman paper armor on their bodies emitted a faint yellow light, and the two of them fell into the ground as if they had fallen into a trap. After a while, the ground bulged slightly.

The two bulging soil layers moved rapidly toward the west, carefully avoiding the soil, stones, and trees buried in the ground.

They ran for dozens of miles like this. At this time, the soil layer became thinner, and the mountains were barren with many rocks, so the two had no choice but to emerge. One of them said: "My true qi is not enough! Let's stop in front and adjust our breath for a while!"

The other complained: "If we are caught up by them, we are dead for sure!"

But he also stopped. After fleeing for so long, his true qi was also not enough.

"We didn't join the righteous path camp. Even if those demonic path reincarnators kill us, they won't get any rewards. They should have all gone to hunt down the reincarnators who joined the righteous path camp, or deal with the strong natives!"

The two found a hidden dirt pit, made some cover, and sat down to adjust their breath.

They closed their eyes and circulated their qi for a week. Only then did one of them open his eyes, finding that there were still no pursuers after so long, and felt that he had shaken off those demonic path reincarnators. He felt a lingering fear: "Why is this mission so dangerous? We actually have to kill three enemy reincarnators or natives to complete it and leave!"

"I thought we could rely on the righteous path of this world and find a way to surround and kill those great demons to complete the mission. As a result…" He revealed a look of terror.

"Great demons are all in the Penetrating Law realm and have refined magic spells, so they are naturally difficult to deal with. We have to make preparations for an ambush to surround and kill them. Without the power of the natives of this world, the danger to us is too great! But who would have expected that the strength of the camp mission this time would be so unbalanced?" Another reincarnator who looked older revealed a look of sorrow.

"Sigh! If I had known, I shouldn't have worried that the demonic path would be too cruel and use us as cannon fodder, so I wouldn't have defected to the righteous path. I thought demons should be easier to kill than the natives on the righteous path side. Who would have expected that the difficulty of the demonic path mission would be so high, and obtaining one recognition would only complete one-seventh of it. I estimate that only those Penetrating Law cultivators who came this time have a chance to complete the camp recognition and proceed to the next stage of the mission!"

"Multiplayer missions are indeed death missions…" The slightly younger reincarnator sighed.

"The demonic path side is inherently harder to contact than the righteous path, so we actually had no choice." The older-looking reincarnator comforted himself: "We have been in for three or four days. Have you seen a single demon? Except for the traces of wolf demons on the first night. The movements of the demons on the Blood Demon side are so mysterious that they are truly hard to find."

"We thought the demonic path camp was at a disadvantage and had to hide their movements."

"We should have thought that since the demonic path side is so mysterious, the mission difficulty is higher, which means that after joining the demonic path camp, the harvest is also greater… but how could it be greater to this extent, that even the righteous path's lair was destroyed!" The younger reincarnator said in terror: "When those great demons and demonic path reincarnators killed their way in, there was actually no power to resist at all…"

"Shh!"

The older-looking reincarnator suddenly raised his middle finger.

They listened intently, only to hear the whistling sound of sword light coming from not far away. When the whistling sound reached their heads, it suddenly paused, and the sword light continued to fly away, but a strange smell of blood appeared above their heads.

After a while, someone said faintly: "Fellow Daoist, this demonic calamity can no longer be stopped… I'm afraid I can't leave! Take my token, notify all the spiritual mountains, and say that this time we received reports from Western Kunlun and the Buddhist path, and the senior sword immortals and strange people who came to help… have all been plotted against!"

That person spat out a mouthful of blood violently, struggling with difficulty to say: "Master Bai Yun... Master Bai Yun has already been replaced by demons. He snuck up beside the seniors, suddenly launching a sneak attack. The two seniors from Wutai and Emei have died, and True Person Yiye of Western Kunlun is heavily injured. He is risking his life to block that demon, wanting us to escape. Since True Person Yiye is already heavily injured, he is definitely no match for that demon."

"The Profound Heaven Demon-Slaying Sword carried by True Person Yiye is estimated to have fallen into the hands of the demon."

"This demon is insidious and cunning, absolutely no less than the Blood Demon."

At this time, another person spoke slowly: "I came late! When Master Bai Yun was plotted against by the demon, I was by his side and luckily escaped. I originally wanted to go to other senior predecessors to warn them, but I was still a step late. I only had time to repel the pursuers and protect you, Fellow Daoist."

Not far from the two reincarnators, beside a blue stone under a pine tree, the man who had escaped from Master Miaokong's hands was supporting a native cultivator of this world wearing a Daoist robe and seriously injured.

"My words alone may not be enough to convince all the spiritual mountains. If you don't go to explain it yourself, Fellow Daoist, it will be difficult to convince all the sects."

The seriously injured cultivator just wanted to open his mouth, but the man's face suddenly changed. He quickly took out a spirit insect, used the spirit insect to dip a little of the blood spat out by the seriously injured cultivator, then threw the spirit insect away. The small jade bottle in his hand suddenly emitted a huge suction force, taking the seriously injured cultivator into it. He took out a transparent cicada wing and held it in his mouth, his figure suddenly escaped into the pine tree next to him, flickered a few times, and didn't know where he was hiding in which tree.

The two reincarnators hiding not far away held their breath, waiting to continue listening, but suddenly there was no sound in front.

In the sky, a black qi rolled over, turning into a tall man in a black robe in the sky. Beside him, blood light flashed, and an old woman with a gloomy face appeared again. A look of contempt like a cat playing with a mouse appeared on the old woman's face. Her withered hands grabbed the head of a mouse as big as a cat with black hard hair all over its body in her arms.

That mouse stank, and its mung bean-sized eyes were full of cruelty.

"That person's aura disappeared right here!"

The old woman laughed in a low voice, her tone unable to hide her gloominess.

The black-robed man reached out and grabbed downward. The rolling black smoke gathered, and in an instant, it formed a huge black hand. With one grab, it grabbed a piece of soil stained with blood from under the pine tree. He put his nose to the front and sniffed, revealing an obsessed, cold expression. "Someone should be helping him. With Master Miaokong's magic spell guidance, they can't escape far."

After saying this, the black-haired mouse in the old woman's arms jumped down from high altitude and sniffed everywhere. An evil ghost in the black-robed man's hand also firmly locked onto this place.

The reincarnators hiding not far away were frantically cursing the two native cultivators and the reincarnators of the righteous path camp for bringing disaster.

At this time, the younger reincarnator saw a blue beetle crawling onto his chest…

The blue beetle shook its wings, and its abdomen was as bright red as blood. Just as the two reincarnators were staring at it, it suddenly released a faint smell of blood and someone's aura.

The two reincarnators widened their eyes. At this time, the black-haired mouse seemed to smell something and rushed straight toward them.

The older-looking reincarnator was very decisive. He instantly abandoned his companion, endured the pain to take out a yellow talisman and tore it open, wrapping himself in a blood light, and escaped in an instant—this was the blood escape talisman he had exchanged for ten merits, his trump card for saving his life.

The speed of the blood escape was so fast that even Penetrating Law realm cultivators could not stop it.

Just then, the black-robed man let out a hoarse sneer: "I was waiting for you… little mouse!"

The black smoke had long shrouded this area like dark clouds. The older reincarnator's escape light had just appeared when countless black smoke entangled it. At first, the blood light could still break free from the pulling of the black smoke, but soon, countless black smoke wrapped around it, completely drowning the escape light. The older reincarnator's screams were incessant, and soon he turned into white bones and fell.

The younger reincarnator was trembling in his hiding place, only hearing the old woman's harsh, sharp laughter as she touched him.

"It's a demonic path reincarnator!"

The younger reincarnator remembered this laughter. That cruel old woman had laughed like this when she tortured two righteous path cultivators to death. This terrifying aura and the cruel scene made him shudder, and he couldn't even raise the courage to resist.

"That reincarnator who saved people?"

"He should also be a Penetrating Law realm cultivator… If I find him, those two demonic cultivators will definitely deal with him first, and I will have a chance to escape!" He screamed frantically in his heart.

"Why? Why is the demonic path camp so powerful? If I join the demonic path camp, with the punishment for mutual slaughter within the same camp, they wouldn't attack me? Why did I join the righteous path?"

"Ah ah ah!" The younger reincarnator was dragged out by the old woman, struggling constantly in the claws of that huge, standing mouse, emitting heart-piercing screams: "Spare me, spare me… I haven't chosen a camp yet, I can join the Blood Demon camp! That seriously injured native is hiding nearby… they framed us to attract your attention!"

"What?" The old woman laughed loudly: "How obedient, I'll send him down to accompany you in a while, okay?"

The old woman reached out and grabbed the blue beetle on his chest, revealing a ferocious look: "Sure enough, it's a forged aura…"

The black-robed man summoned an evil ghost, and the rolling black smoke swept toward the surroundings.

The old woman's withered, chicken-claw-like hand pinched, and the blue beetle burst open, flowing out thick juice mixed with blood plasma. At this time, her hand seemed to have grasped something hard. Before she could lower her head to check, she felt a huge suction force coming from her hand, and the whole person screamed and drilled into a small jade bottle.

The gray mouse, whose body had expanded, followed closely and was also sucked into it by the jade bottle.

The younger reincarnator was dumbfounded, watching the jade bottle expand, the bottle mouth emitting white light, trapping the rolling black smoke. Before he could react, the white light rolled, and infinite suction force struck. The black-robed man could only desperately pour magic power into the protective black smoke.

But as the endless magic power poured out, the black smoke was still constantly being collected into the bottle.

Soon, the black-robed man also screamed and was sucked into the jade bottle.

The jade bottle fell to the ground, and there was no other reaction!

The younger reincarnator still had a look of terror on his face, followed by the ecstasy of surviving a disaster. He stared at the small jade bottle in disbelief, unable to believe that it was this inconspicuous little thing that had instantly collected two terrifying demonic path reincarnators.

"Senior?" He called out in a low voice.

He looked around the empty woods beside him… ===== CHAPTER 118 =====