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Chapter 1342: Hell Blood Soul Formation

The process of exchanging hostages was abnormally successful. No one pulled any tricks.

“Junior Sister, you suffered greatly!”

Situ Fengcheng hugged the injured Zhu Qingyi. He immediately took out an antidote pill and a small bottle of divine blood, feeding it into Zhu Qingyi’s mouth.

He pressed a hand against Zhu Qingyi’s back. He activated thick Holy Qi and sent them into the Tianxin Meridian. The golden glow of poison on Zhu Qingyi’s skin slowly faded. The injury at her heart was healing slowly too.

“Senior Brother, take revenge for me. Capture Zhang Ruochen alive... I want to torture him...”

She was a Heaven Pass Blood General, but she’d become Zhang Ruochen’s prisoner. This was already humiliating. She’d also had her heart stabbed through and nailed onto the ground. She’d almost died.

One could imagine how furious she was.

“Don’t worry. He can’t escape.”

A gentle smile appeared on Situ Fengcheng’s strong and sharp face. He caressed Zhu Qingyi’s cheeks.

Zhang Ruochen took out a Spring Pill and fed it into Shi Ren’s mouth. Sprouts of flesh instantly grew on Shi Ren’s bloody shoulder. A moment later, a new arm had grown.

“This place is extremely dangerous. Leave immediately...,” Shi Ren said in panic, grasping Zhang Ruochen’s arm.

“I know. Golden Cobra, hurry and attack!”

Zhang Ruochen put Shi Ren, Qianshui Commandery Prince, Half-Saint Liuli, and Thirteenth Princess into the Universe World to heal. In the other direction, the golden cobra had become extremely huge. It was like a golden dragon with bat wings. Its head was the size of a palace.

Huff!

It spat out a cloud of poison.

The entire South Cliff instantly turned into a zone of golden poison. The plants withered and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Some Immortal Vampires with lower cultivations only took one breath and cried out in pain. They fell to the ground, bleeding golden blood from their openings.

Their cultivations weren’t anywhere close to Zhu Qingyi. They would die as soon as they were poisoned.

Blood Saint Miefeng studied the Rules of the Wind Way and had fought against the golden cobra before. Thus, he reacted instantly, casting a wind spell.

“Xuanyou Yin Wind.”

Blood Saint Miefeng made a circle with his hands. A dozen-foot-wide black wind hole opened up instantly. A terrifyingly cold gale blew out.

Not only did the Xuanyou Yin Wind scatter the poison, it was also terrifyingly combative. Each shred of wind was like a blade. They left many gouges on the ground, all dozens of meters long.

The Demon Ape had eaten the Xuanwu leaf of the Seven Star Sacred Tuber. It had the strongest defensive abilities below the Saint King Realm. It stood before everyone, letting the wind blades hit its body.

The wind blades were a saint spell, but they couldn’t even cut through the Demon Ape’s hide. They only produced pinging sounds, as if hitting an iron wall.

The Demon Ape opened its mouth and roared, spitting out sound waves.

With a boom, the black wind hole before Blood Saint Miefeng collapsed. It transformed into shreds of black Qi, scattering in the air.

The Demon Ape took a fierce step forward. Extending its 100-foot-long palm, it slapped down on Blood Saint Miefeng’s head.

Blood Saint Miefeng just felt the sky turning dark. He looked up and his expression changed. He hurriedly raised his arms, forming two bloody handprints to block above him.

Kaboom.

The two bloody handprints were shattered. The Demon Ape slapped Blood Saint Miefeng into the ground. It left a 100-foot-long hand-shaped ditch. Demonic Qi still remained in the ditch.

If anyone under the Half-Saint Realm ventured here and saw the handprint, they would definitely be shocked. They might even think it was some demon god’s handprint.

“As expected of the Taigu Remains, the giant spiritual demon ape. Probably no creature under the True Saint Realm can compare to it in strength and defense.”

Blood Saint Miefeng climbed out of the ground. His arms were in excruciating pain and he couldn’t raise them. He regretted competing with the Demon Ape in strength.

Regarding strength, the Demon Ape’s attack was even a bit stronger than Zhang Ruochen. Of course, that was also because Zhang Ruochen was only an upper Saint right now.

“You didn’t escape?”

Situ Fengcheng had thought that Zhang Ruochen’s group was fleeing immediately after exchanging the hostages. But instead of escaping, they attacked proactively.

What were they doing?

Did they think that their small group could fight against the Immortal Vampires?

Ying Huo’s face was translucent and snowy white. She laughed charmingly. “Zhang Ruochen, did you choose to fight to the death because you know you can’t escape?”

“Why should I escape? I came today just to take care of you all.”

Zhang Ruochen’s eyes were intimidatingly sharp. He pulled out the Abyss Ancient Sword and charged toward a Supreme Saint bone. He could only act freely by shattering the spatial lock.

Ying Huo clearly guessed Zhang Ruochen’s goal. Her sexy lips curled. “Activate the Hell Blood Soul Formation and trap them all. Do not let anyone free.”

Thirty-six advanced Immortal Vampire Half-Saints climbed out of the ground. They stood in 36 directions and released their Holy Qi at once, sending it into the ground.

Crackle, crackle.

The relic site under the South Cliff was hundreds of miles in radius. Densely packed formation runes appeared all over, connecting into an offensive formation.

The Hell Blood Soul Formation was a seventh level formation. It was extremely complicated and abstruse. It had the power to kill Saints.

Other than the Hell Blood Soul Formation, the scraps of formations underground were activated too. They started operating, forming all sorts of offensive and restraining powers, like thunder, fire, flying swords, volcanoes, hallucinations...

Zhang Ruochen was about to hack down on a Supreme Saint bone, when a volcano before the bone erupted. Thousands of flying swords rushed out with lava, all hitting toward Zhang Ruochen.

Boom, boom.

Zhang Ruochen was forced to retreat and avoid the volcano. Looking hard, he saw strands of bloody Qi rush out of the ground beside the volcano. It formed into a three-foot tall divine general. He held a huge ax and radiated with an aura comparable to a Heaven Pass Blood General.

“That’s the Hell Blood General. He’s made out of the formation’s power.”

Martial Saint Canglan’s expression looked uncomfortable because she was clear how terrifying the Hell Blood Soul Formation was. Even a True Saint might die if he fell into that trap.

After the war against the Immortal Vampires had started, two True Saints of the imperial court had died in the formation.

“It’s just a Blood General made out of bloody Qi. What’s scary about it?”

Guoguo was fearless and confident. Like a furry ball, it ran toward the Hell Blood General and punched the general in the chest.

Thud.

The Hell Blood General’s chest caved in and he exploded into a cloud of mist.

“Haha! It just looks scary, but it can’t even take a hit...”

Guoguo laughed loudly, clutching its round tummy. But a moment later, its laugh was cut short. The Hell Blood General’s chest reconsolidated and he lifted his axe to hack down on Guoguo.

“How can it be unharmed?” Guoguo yelped. It fled immediately.

Behind it, the Hell Blood General hacked the ground, releasing a deafening boom. Rings of shockwaves spread out. Not only that, a second Hell Blood General formed inside the formation, and a third...

In the span of a breath, 18 Hell Blood Generals had formed. Each one was terrifying and menacing. Their blood axes shone with brilliant light.

“I finally understand why even True Saints would die.”

Martial Saint Canglan’s hands clenched. Even with her cultivation, she probably wouldn’t have a good result if she faced 18 undying Hell Blood Generals for a while.

Ying Huo stood at the edge of the Hell Blood Soul Formation and smiled. “Zhang Ruochen, what do you think about my gift?”

Zhu Qingyi had dissolved most of the golden cobra poison. Her penetrated heart had healed too. Looking at Zhang Ruochen trapped in the Hell Blood Soul Formation, she said, “Before coming, Zhang Ruochen met with Qing Xiao. He might come over at any moment. We should hurry.”

“Qing Xiao is coming? Seems like today will be very busy.” Situ Fengcheng smiled. Seeming calm, he waved his right hand and gave an attack order.

The Hell Blood Soul Formation started up instantly. The 18 Hell Blood Generals charged at the same time, attacking Zhang Ruochen’s group.

Martial Saint Canglan’s eyes hardened. Holy Qi spun quickly within her. All the runes on her sword emerged. A brilliant cloud of fire formed as she struck a portion of the Hell Blood Soul Formation. She wanted to forcefully break it.

This strike was like a True Saint’s full-power hit. Strong Sword Qi sent the two closest Hell Blood Generals flying.

Boom.

A crack ripped open on the ground. It gradually widened, quickly reaching three feet wide. The 36 advanced Half-Saints standing outside the formation all trembled in fear. Martial Saint Canglan’s strike had been too terrifying. If the Hell Blood Soul Formation was broken, they’d probably be destroyed by the Sword Qi.

Ying Huo’s eyes narrowed. “You all go too!” she said in a low voice.

The four silver-robed elders behind her charged into the Hell Blood Soul Formation. They stabbed their saintly staffs into the ground at the same time. Strong Spiritual Power poured into the Hell Blood Soul Formation.

The torn land instantly started closing again.

The Hell Blood Soul Formation grew stronger. Even the 18 Hell Blood Generals had strengthened.

Martial Saint Canglan suffered from the formation’s attack. She took a dozen steps back. Blood trickled down her snow-white arm. She looked at Zhang Ruochen. “I can’t open the Hell Blood Soul Formation at all with my power. How can we fight now?”

“The typical saintly weapon can’t open the Hell Blood Soul Formation, but a divine relic or a Supreme Saint’s ancient weapon might. Help me and destroy the formation with the Buddha’s sarira.”

Zhang Ruochen put his hands together. Golden Buddhist light shone from his body. The Buddha’s sarira flew out of his forehead.