The monks of Jinyang Sect were as fierce as breaking bamboo. Faced with this powerful offensive, the monks of Mingyue Sect were unable to parry and fell into a desperate situation. They tried to escape, but in a scattered situation and lack of organized and effective attacks, breaking out became a luxury.
The encirclement of Jinyang Sect gradually narrowed, forcing the monks of Mingyue Sect to retreat continuously, and eventually they were all driven to the last refuge of Mingyue Terrace. The monks of Jinyang Sect besieged the city without killing, which allowed the monks of Mingyue Sect to see a glimmer of hope in despair.
However, what they didn't know was that their ending would be even more tragic than any previous sect that had been destroyed. This ruthless reality is like a sharp double-edged sword, which not only gives them a glimmer of hope, but also invisibly deepens their despair. This unknown fear and helplessness, like a dark shadow, shrouded the hearts of the Mingyue Sect monks, plunging them into a deeper predicament.
In his dark dream, Ye Chaoyang never expected that Xiao Wanli would be able to attract a strong man in the divine transformation stage to help him. This was beyond all his expectations. What he didn't expect even more was that Xiao Wanli still wanted his life.
When he knew that he was in a desperate situation with no way out, Ye Chaoyang's eyes flashed with determination. He understands that only by fighting to the death can he gain a chance of survival.
Ye Chaoyang's final fate is irreversible after all. In front of Lan Zhentian and Xiao Wanli, he finally fell down and lay in a pool of merciless blood. At that moment, in the abyss of despair, Ye Chaoyang wanted to blow up his Nascent Soul and die together with them. However, his decision had already been foreseen by Lan Zhentian and Xiao Wanli, and their calculations were accurate.
The two of them did not give Ye Chaoyang any chance to self-destruct, so they captured his Nascent Soul with lightning speed. However, they did not kill Nascent Soul directly, but sealed it and brought it back to Mingyue Sect. Ye Chaoyang's Nascent Soul is like an imprisoned ghost, sealed in the dark abyss, quietly waiting for an unknown fate.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, now that the matter has been resolved, is it now time for you to honor Shen Luo?"
"Please rest assured, Fellow Daoist Lan, I have arranged everything. Now, the monks of Mingyue Sect must be besieged on Mingyue Platform. We only need to rush there immediately, and everything will be as we wish."
When Xiao Wanli and Lan Zhentian came to Mingyuetai, they were shocked by what they saw and felt very satisfied at the same time. Although the monks of Mingyue Sect suffered some casualties in the previous battle, it is estimated that there are still as many as 30,000 to 40,000 people left. Such a result made Lan Zhentian extremely excited. His eyes flashed with a cruel and fanatical light. Then it was time for Lan Zhentian to harvest them.
Lan Zhentian moved extremely quickly and completed the arrangement of the blood drinking array in an instant. This blood drinking formation was so powerful that all the monks of Mingyue Sect were trapped in the formation, like birds in a cage or fish in a net, unable to escape from this cage of death. The monks of Jinyang Sect were isolated by the formation, and they all had happy smiles on their faces.
Xiao Wanli sneered again and again, holding Ye Chaoyang's Nascent Soul with one hand, holding it high and showing it to all the monks of Jinyang Sect. The ridicule and disdain on his face were clearly visible, as if he was mocking Ye Chaoyang's former majesty and pride. Ye Chaoyang, on the other hand, was powerless under such humiliation. He was deprived of even the right to speak and could only endure the endless humiliation silently.
Such a scene is deeply imprinted in the eyes of every Mingyue Sect monk like a raging fire. The divine ancestor they were once proud of has now become a plaything in the hands of others. This huge contrast makes the hope in their hearts shattered instantly and they are shrouded in endless despair.
The monks watched Ye Chaoyang's Nascent Soul being humiliated and thought about their future fate, and couldn't help but feel a chill coming over them. They know that even the Divine Ancestor cannot protect them, and their fate may not be much better. This feeling of helplessness and panic quickly spread among the monks, causing their originally firm faith to begin to waver.
Xiao Wanli stared at Ye Chaoyang's Nascent Soul, the smile in his vicious eyes getting stronger and stronger, as if containing endless ridicule. He finally couldn't help it and laughed loudly, his voice full of wantonness and arrogance: "Hahaha, Ye Chaoyang, do you think this is all over? Naive! A more desperate fate is still waiting for you later. Today Let me show you what fellow Taoist Lan can do."
Xiao Wanli threw Ye Chaoyang's Nascent Soul into the blood drinking formation, then turned around and ordered the monks of Jinyang Sect to evacuate down the mountain. The monks of Jinyang Sect felt very puzzled by Xiao Wanli's move. They didn't understand why he left so easily. However, they did not dare to disobey the divine ancestor's order and could only obey silently.
Xiao Wanli knew that the anger in the hearts of these monks had not yet been fully vented, so he ordered his apprentice to lead this group of disciples and loot all the surrounding small sects. These sects were already close to Mingyue Sect and submitted to Mingyue Sect. However, they never expected that they would suffer such an unreasonable disaster. They were wantonly plundered by the monks of the Jinyang Sect, and all their resources fell into the hands of others. Their wails and anger echoed across the land, but no one could save them from the fire and water.
When the last group of monks withdrew from Mingyue Sect, Lan Zhentian couldn't wait to activate the blood drinking formation. In an instant, bursts of eerie red light rose from the formation and filled the entire top of Yueming Mountain. That scene seemed like the tragedy on Huangzhou Continent was happening again, but this time, the people in the formation were no longer ordinary mortals, but monks with outstanding cultivation.
Lan Zhentian stood outside the formation, watching the monks struggling and wailing in the blood-drinking formation, with a cruel and fanatical smile on his face. This scene, to him, seemed to be the most beautiful picture in the world. He couldn't help laughing wildly, his voice full of madness and satisfaction.
For Lan Zhentian, the arrival of this moment was truly something he had been waiting for for too long. This was the first time he had the opportunity to use the Blood Drinking Formation to harvest the lives of monks, and there were so many at once. He deeply believed that this killing would increase his lifespan by hundreds of years.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, don't forget the oath you once swore. If you plan to take this opportunity to betray your trust and sneak attack on me, then Lan will definitely make you regret it. At the same time, you must also see it clearly. I will only demonstrate it once, no I will repeat it. You don’t need to worry, I always keep my word, and I will never break my promise to you.”
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Lan, Xiao is still counting on your blood drinking formation."
The moment Lan Zhentian activated the Blood Drinking Formation, Xiao Wanli was deeply shocked by the scene inside the formation. His eyes showed disbelief and ecstasy. He witnessed the monks floating helplessly in the air. The essence and blood in their bodies seemed to be sucked out bit by bit by invisible forces and condensed in the magic circle. Countless monks are like dried corpses at this moment, losing the moisture of life, leaving only empty skins.
Even Ye Chaoyang's Nascent Soul could not escape this cruel fate, and eventually became part of the countless blood essences, disappearing into this bloody and strange formation. This scene is full of the breath of death and makes people feel heart palpitating.
When Xiao Wanli saw that Lan Zhentian had refined all the blood essence, the fanaticism in his eyes became even more intense. Now, his desire for Lan Zhentian's Blood Drinking Technique and Blood Drinking Formation has surpassed everything else, and he is willing to pay no matter how high the price is. Because he knows that the elixirs that increase his longevity have gradually lost their effectiveness for him, and the Blood Drinking Technique is currently the only way for him to increase his longevity.
