boyutpedia Chapter 159 Qin Muyue is going crazy
Chapter 159 Qin Muyue is going crazy
The faces of Wuji Xianzong's leader Xie Yuchen, Wanjian Sect's leader Xi Duyue, Chifu Sect's Chu He, Ningxi Jianzun, National Master Nian Naihe, Yuyin Sect's Qinxian, Xingjue Villa's Mo Bingxian, Xianzhu Ye Xianqing, former Buddhist disciple Yi Xuanji, and Donghuang Sect's leader Huo Chongshan flashed by one after another.
"Let one of the sect leaders offer sacrifice today." Lady Ying took out the formation plate and pointed at the formation of floating life, dream and death.
The array disk rotated in her hand, emitting a faint light. The flag of the Fu Sheng Meng Si Great Array began to flicker in the virtual and real, as bright as the stars, but with a frightening solemnity.
Lady Ying lightly tapped the array plate with her finger, and a ray of light shot out from the center of the array, pointing directly at Huo Chongshan.
Huo Chongshan's body began to tremble, and the Samadhi True Fire surrounded him. Then, the dreams of other high-level officials also began to burn with true fire.
"No!" Huo Chongshan let out a final roar, but his voice echoed in the formation but could not be heard out.
The Samadhi True Fire became brighter and brighter, and Huo Chongshan's body and soul were burned together.
His life was devoured by the formation.
His eyes were filled with unwillingness. In the eyes of the world, he was a physical cultivator who could not even be shaken by a single blow from the tribulation, but he was the first to become a victim in the Samadhi True Fire.
At the moment when the top leaders of the immortal cultivation world were in danger of death, the passage to the dream world suddenly opened without the control of Lady Ying and Marquis Jimo.
A city supported by corals appeared, with two dragon souls entwined around the city. Dragon roars resounded through the sky, and they pulled the Dreamless City out of the dream world passage.
A gorgeous girl flapped her pale wings like a butterfly skeleton, her red dress was as fierce as fire, and her butterfly bone scales were as poisonous as rain falling into the city of the dream tapir clan.
"Lady Ying, Marquis Jimo, you either want to watch your members of the Dream Tapir clan die in agony from the poisonous scales, or you want to open the formation and release the high-ranking members of the immortal cultivation world. You have two choices. Make your choice!" Qin Muyue's voice was clear and firm, and every word hit Lady Ying's heart like a hammer.
Along with the roar of the dragon, the arrival of Dreamless City brought an ominous premonition.
In the city of the Nightmare Tapir Clan, the originally peaceful atmosphere was broken by a sudden disaster.
The appearance of the girl in red was like a natural disaster, tearing apart the foundation of the Nightmare Tapir Clan's invincibility.
Her wings were as pale and fragile as a butterfly skeleton, and every time they fluttered, they released a bit of poison.
The poison of these scales fell silently on the bodies of the nightmare tapirs like a drizzle, but it brought unimaginable pain.
The members of the Nightmare Tapir Clan, who originally made a living by devouring dreams, were now in unprecedented fear.
The scale poison invaded their bodies, like millions of needles moving inside their bodies, and every inch of their skin felt as if it was burned by flames and cracked by ice.
Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, their skin melted into dense holes, and the expressions on their faces were distorted, a mixture of pain and despair.
Some of the tribesmen fell to the ground, rolling and struggling, trying to get rid of the endless pain; others curled up into a ball, hugging their bodies tightly with their hands, as if trying to squeeze the pain out of their bodies.
The scale poison not only corrodes their bodies, but also brings great mental torture.
The dream power of the Dream Tapir Clan was the ability they were most proud of, but now it has nowhere to escape, as if it is about to melt under broad daylight.
Every touch to the poisoned body was like pouring salt into the wound.
The elders of the tribe, despite their advanced age, could not escape the disaster. Their bodies were already no longer flexible, and the erosion of the scale poison made them almost dying in pain.
Their eyes were filled with tears, not because of fear, but because of concern for the future of their people and a sense of powerlessness in the face of this sudden disaster.
The whole city was shrouded in a sad atmosphere.
The members of the Nightmare Tapir Clan had never imagined that there would be a day like this, where their cherished home would become their painful purgatory. Their wails resounded through the heavens and the earth.
Jimo Hou's face was like the gloom before a storm, and his eyes flashed with pain, sorrow and anger.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.
His body trembled slightly, and every breath seemed to be suppressing the storm that was about to erupt.
"Our people, our compatriots, are suffering such torture!" Jimo Hou's voice was hoarse, with a hint of despair. He pointed at Qin Muyue and roared: "You vicious woman, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"
Ms. Ying's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were filled with tears, and her lips were trembling slightly.
Her heart was filled with contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, she had deep feelings for her people, and on the other hand, she felt despair over the inevitable defeat of the Dream Devouring Alliance.
She clenched the formation plate tightly with both hands, and her knuckles turned pale from the force.
"Jimo Hou, I... we have no choice," Ying Nujun's voice was filled with tears, and her eyes revealed deep helplessness, "The defeat is certain, and we are facing the crisis of genocide."
"The only option is to die!" A hint of determination flashed in Jimo Hou's eyes, and he made up his mind.
"Qin Muyue! We will remove the formation, and I only ask you to let my people go!" Ying Nujun's words were trembling, and she was betting her life on the other party's mercy, "We will remove the formation!"
"God is merciful. You sacrificed yourself for your people, so I won't kill you." The girl waved her folding fan, and the flapping of her butterfly-bone wings never stopped.
A look of determination flashed across Jimo Hou's face. He took a deep breath and gave up resistance for the sake of his people.
Lady Ying began to dismantle the formation. Her fingers danced rapidly on the formation plate. Rays of light shot out from the formation plate and merged into the formation of floating life, dream and death.
As the formation was gradually lifted, the purple dragon soul tumbled and turned in the city, and the scale poison on the bodies of the nightmare tapir tribe members began to slowly dissipate.
Jun Yuzheng, who plays Yu Fengxue, takes action to clear the name of the murderer and beheads Yingnujun and Jimo Hou with a single sword.
On the other side, one could see the monks from various major sects in the battlefield of the three tribes. They fell into a suffocating silence.
I don't know whether to describe Qin Muyue's methods, using evil to bring out good, or using good to bring out evil.
In short, those from the major sects who had spoken ill of Qin Muyue felt deeply frightened, fearing that this Poison Immortal would retaliate against them in the same way.
On the battlefield of the three tribes, the cultivators from the major sects in the world of immortal cultivation witnessed Qin Muyue's thundering methods. They had mixed emotions, with both fear of her behavior and awe of her poisonous witchcraft.
In such an atmosphere, some monks began to whisper to each other and discuss in low voices.
"Did you see that? Qin Muyue could actually do such a cruel thing. Is she really a member of our immortal cultivation world?" A cultivator from the Chifu Sect wearing a green Taoist robe said with a pale face and a trembling voice.
"Her methods are too cruel. How can this be the behavior of an immortal? It's simply an act of the devil!" Another cultivator from the Yingyin Sect responded indignantly, his eyes filled with anger and confusion.
"But, she saved us after all, have you forgotten? If it weren't for her, we might all have died at the hands of Ghost Dragon Lord." A calmer monk from the Wanjian Sect interrupted.
"Save us? I think she has ulterior motives! Didn't you see how she threatened Lady Ying and Marquis Jimo? Such behavior is simply a discredit to our world of immortal cultivation!" A hot-tempered Donghuangmen monk roared, his voice echoing on the battlefield and attracting more people's attention.
“Have you all forgotten? Qin Muyue is a direct disciple of the Wuji Immortal Sect, and her master’s sect is also a famous and upright sect in the world of immortal cultivation. Although her behavior is fierce, she may have her reasons.” A seemingly elderly cultivator from the Daqi Sect said slowly, with a hint of vicissitudes in his voice.
"Reason? No matter what reason you have, you can't kill innocent people like this! Look at those people from the Nightmare Tapir Clan. They are so innocent, yet they have suffered such a disaster." A female monk named Ning from a noble family had tears in her eyes, and her voice was full of sympathy and the taste of the Madonna.
"Qin Muyue's strength is so unfathomable. The news that she had released before, that her cultivation was completely wasted and she was in a wheelchair, was all false. Could it be that this woman is plotting to take over the entire cultivation world?" The Huanxi Sect displayed their traditional skills.
"You'd better check if you have been poisoned." He secretly magnified people's fear.
"Women have the most vicious hearts..." The elder of Guixiang Sect shook his head and sighed, seeming to be heartbroken for the dream tapirs.
Ye Yinghuo, the second-best person in the world, could no longer endure it. With a terrifying sword intent, she scolded everyone, "Stop talking nonsense! Qin Muyue's goal is to rescue the top leaders of our cultivation world. Although her methods are extreme, she has entered the game willingly and was captured by the demon clan. Do any of you want to rescue this so-called "useless person with broken meridians"? "
The eyes of some cultivators became vague, and they whispered to each other. Everyone meant that with Immortal Venerable Fuguang around, there was no need for small people to worry.