Chapter 1487: Chapter 1305_2
At the same time, Sun Erlang noticed the few lines of text that had always appeared before his eyes had jumped.
No other changes.
Only the number of Wuyou coins had changed to zero.
Sun Erlangâs face twitched.
Wang Xuanba instantly transmitted a cry, âHow can Happy Land coins be negative? Docked 100!â
Yue Zhenweiâs face was also very gloomy: âMe too.â
In the moment they were communicating, a white light suddenly emerged from the attacked Foundation Establishment Cultivator. The white light engulfed him, and after giving them a look as if seeing a fool, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator just vanished on the spot.
ââŠâ The Great Xuan Trio looked at each other, speechless and tacit.
âIt seems that this might be some kind of natural restriction in Happy Land. We and these Cultivators are the same type. And those Monsters we met before, including the ones in the boundary world, might be another type. Cultivators canât attack each other and will even be punished, while killing the Monsters in the boundary world will be rewarded, including Wuyou coinsâŠâ After a brief moment of despair, Sun Erlang soon cheered up again. Based on their experiences, they reminisced and summed up.
âWe canât be certain what consequences will arise if too many Wuyou coins are deducted, but itâs best not to try. Letâs go to the boundary world first and earn back the negative Wuyou coins.â
From this point on, the trio had given up the idea of Soul Search.
Canât even hit them, what soul is there to search!
Holding back their anger, after discussing, they relied on their intuition and eventually chose the most dangerous among the three boundary worlds, the Demonic Sect World.
âAlthough that damned place looks like it has many enemies, how high can their cultivation base be if they use ordinary human bones to refine Magic tools?â
âThe Spells are also crude and sloppy. They can scare ordinary people but canât stop my axe,â declared Wang Xuanba confidently.
âBut still, we have to be cautious. After all, weâve already died once. I have a feeling that this death count might be even more important than Wuyou coins,â Yue Zhenwei said solemnly, observing the continuously jumping characters in front of him.
After deciding on a plan, the trio prepared and entered the Demonic Sect World.
Inside the Demonic Sect World, the countless beings of the Demonic Path were stunned by the arrival of the trio from the sky. After a moment of stupor, they shouted in a language Sun Erlang didnât understand and swarmed to attack.
Blood energy filled the sky, countless Resentful Souls. It looked quite fearsome.
âDie for me!â
Unexpectedly, a giant grey axe easily tore apart the blood-colored Resentful Souls released by hundreds of Demon Sect Cultivators.
The axe continued its momentum, sweeping left and right. Each swing took the lives of dozens of Demon Sect Cultivators.
Wang Xuanbaâs eyes turned red, extremely exhilarated.
âErlang, these beasts are weaker than we imagined!â
Sun Erlang, who was also rapidly harvesting Demon Sect Cultivators, did not echo his sentiment. Instead, a sense of unease surged in his heart.
Just like facing that Doghead Demon Beast whose head had been chopped off before!
Sun Erlang immediately looked around, exterminating enemies while searching for the real target.
âLook there!â Yue Zhenwei pointed out a massive statue within the Demonic Sect to Sun Erlang.
This statue, which wasnât observed when they were outside the world, and even when Sun Erlang arrived in this world, it remained hidden.
Only when the battle grew intense did it appear unnoticed by the trio.
The statue appeared to be sewn together from countless human bodies, emitting a towering evil aura.
And the face of the statue had no specific features.
Only pairs of pale arms kept waving.
Every time Sun Erlang killed a Demon Sect Cultivator, another pair of arms would stretch out from the face of the statue.
As if these dead Demon Sect Cultivators were being devoured by the giant statue.
Sun Erlangâs slaughter hesitated for a moment.
But the frenzied Demon Sect Cultivators showed no intention of letting them go. They were not daunted by their companionsâ deaths and even casually stuffed scattered body parts and remains into their mouths, then screamed and launched an even more crazed attack.
âWhat do we do? Kill or not?â
Clearly, killing Demon Sect Cultivators was powering up the giant statue. Watching the countless pale arms grow like bamboo after rain, Sun Erlang couldnât help but tremble.
But still very decisively responded: âKill!â
Zi Qi roared, and dragons bowed their heads. A single strike wiped out thousands of Demon Sect Cultivators, instantly clearing the encircling tide.
But soon, the fearless Demon Sect Cultivators filled in the gap again.
The only solace was that these Demon Sect Cultivators werenât endless. As the Great Xuan Trio fought together, these creatures that filled the sky, neither human nor beast, eventually began to dwindle in sight.
How long it had been, the air was almost solidified with a nauseating smell of blood. Even though Sun Erlang and his companions closed off their sense of smell, they still couldnât stop the blood scent from penetrating their Divine Souls.
The vast Demonic Sect was all splinters from exploded Cultivator corpses. Blood flowed like rivers, seemingly gradually devoured by the Demonic Sect land with each breath.
Sun Erlang gasped for air, hands slightly trembling.
These group of Demon Sect Cultivators were indeed pathetically weak, no match for the Great Xuan Trio. But there sheer number was too overwhelming. Even if just standing and letting them attack, Sun Erlangâs hands would grow tired.
âIf I were in the Nascent Soul Realm, how could I be so embarrassed?â