Chapter 332 Where There Is No Order

The young man died, his face was ferocious and quite unpeaceful when he died.

In a particularly weird posture, it adheres to the ghost pillar and becomes one of the thousands of sculptures on it.

His blood donation building was built on a ghost pillar. A strange and unpredictable mysterious aura spread from the ghost pillar and gradually spread to hundreds of thousands of viewers.

They knelt on the ground devoutly and accepted the baptism of this mysterious atmosphere.

The crowd, which was originally unremarkable, became more and more powerful as the mysterious aura filled them.

Finally, when their strength climbed to nearly the level of the Danjie monks, the ghost pillar stopped pouring out its energy.

He created 100,000 pill-forming monks in one breath. Such powerful strength shook the world, and he could compete with the God of Creation.

Although a few people from the Wuliang Sect didn't benefit much, after all, they were all Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, behind them, there are tens of thousands of ordinary disciples.

These are the ones they have just accepted into the door. Many of them don’t even have innate spiritual roots and are completely useless.

Of all the people, the boy who was sacrificed just now was the junior they had always valued.

Seeing more than 10,000 pill-forming monks at this time, the young man's death was insignificant.

"You should be informed that this Holy Sacrifice has ended. The conditions required for the next Holy Sacrifice will be distributed by a dedicated person later."

"When the time comes, the energy descended from this holy pillar will enable everyone present to advance to the Nascent Soul Realm. If you don't want to make a mistake, all sects please cooperate fully."

It was at this time that the people of the Wuliang Sect were shocked to realize that there were not only monks from their Wuliang Sect mixed in the crowd, but also other sects.

I thought I would get a head start ahead of all the sects in Tianyuan Continent.

They never thought that there were so many smart people, which suddenly gave them a sense of crisis.

At this time, the Wuliang Sect members who left Hungry Ghost City with the task list stopped at a plain with somewhat ugly expressions.

"I originally thought that our sect would have the power to unify the entire Tianyuan Continent during this process. Unexpectedly, there were quite a lot of people involved."

"Everyone works hard to complete the task. When the time comes, everyone will have the same cultivation level. This is not interesting."

"No, we can't let this happen. Our Wuliang Sect must be the number one sect. No one can shake this position. Anyone who stops us will be killed!"

Everyone's opinions were surprisingly unanimous, and Yu Wusheng had reached a tacit understanding and commanded the 10,000 Danjie disciples who had just risen to form the formation.

These Danjie disciples just attained the Tao overnight. They have never experienced any serious cultivation, so naturally they don't understand how to set up formations.

These Nascent Souls are inhumane. They treat them as chess pieces and directly immobilize their thoughts, bodies and other behaviors. They position themselves according to the formation, fixing everyone on the spot.

The whole process was rough and arrogant, and many people inevitably suffered minor injuries.

Sadly, their lives belong to the sect, and no matter what dissatisfaction they have, they are forcibly sealed in their bodies, with nowhere to vent them.

Of course, in this way, the efficiency is greatly improved. With just one face-to-face meeting, everyone present has been properly accommodated.

What they are fighting for now is time. They want to accomplish this big thing in the shortest possible time. How can they do it without being ruthless?

At the moment when the formation was formed, more than 10,000 people disappeared from the scene in an instant as if they had never appeared before.

This is the only way to leave Hungry Ghost City. With so many alchemy monks on the way, most sects can only walk. After all, without the heritage of large sects like Shushan, they cannot afford luxuries like flying boats.

There is no way to equip so many disciples with flying swords at once.

The most important thing is that flying with a sword also requires constant practice to fly smoothly, and it is not something that can be achieved in one go.

This requires long-term planning, and we can only rely on two legs to return to the sect's base first, and then find ways to continue to improve the equipment and strength.

Hungry Ghost City actually has less than 1,000 aboriginal people inside. The 100,000 people who showed up today are just people brought by the ten sects, each of which brought 10,000 people.

Among them were the top three sects. In order to consolidate their dominance, the people in these sects did not care whether this was a crooked way or not. They were immersed in the joy of rapidly rising strength and could not extricate themselves.

At this time, Fanzun and a thousand people were standing under the tall city gate archway, quietly watching the scene at the foot of the mountain.

An incredible massacre was taking place there.

Many human monks who had just been promoted to Danjie monks had their lives ruthlessly harvested by the people of the Wuliang Sect before they had time to see the sun tomorrow.

"Haha...a group of stupid humans. Greed will be the original sin of destruction. Let's enjoy the ambition brought by power, haha..."

After he looked up to the sky and laughed three times, his body, which was as solid as a human being, quickly dissipated into the sky and earth like a burst of blue smoke.

The more than a thousand people followed closely behind and disappeared one after another.

Even the Hungry Ghost City began to be vaguely enveloped by a dense aura, making it difficult for people to see the reality inside.

Three days later, a particularly terrible news instantly spread throughout the cultivation world. Dozens of Yuanying elders from the ten major sects, as well as their newly admitted disciples, all disappeared mysteriously.

No one knew whether they were dead or alive, and all the major sects had posted reward lists, claiming that as long as anyone knew their whereabouts, they would be rewarded heavily.

The amount was increased day by day from the initial 100,000 spirit stones, directly to 1 million, but still no one could provide valid information.

At the same time, rumors began to spread. Some people said that these people were possessed by demons and were abducted by demons.

Some say it was done by the demon clan. These people are like a group of two-legged sheep, raised by the demon clan as food.

Some people also say that they are trapped in a secret place and are waiting for someone to rescue them.

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It had only been an hour since Jitong returned to Yulin Peak, and he had already been bombarded with countless gossips.

These were all tips recommended to him by his informants who traveled around the country, and many of them were useless repeated information.

However, there was also a very special news that caught Ji Tong's attention. When someone was traveling, he was lucky enough to see 10,000 men in black walking at night.

The place we went to was called Black Ghost Town.

It's a place with a bad reputation in the world of spiritual practice. It belongs to the "Three No Ones" zone. There are all kinds of religions and streams there. There are many monks who have been expelled and abandoned by the spiritual world, and there are also many people who have made mistakes and fallen into evil practice.

These people had nowhere to go, so they gathered together and built such a shelter.

There are no rules here. The strong survive and the weak are eliminated. As long as you have big fists, you are the king here and can do whatever you want. No one dares to say no. (End of chapter)