Chapter 113 [113] Cinnabar

"Shi, Daoist Fellow Shi Qing... do you know this person?"

Someone asked in a trembling voice.

This demon boy who suddenly appeared in front of everyone actually knew Shi Qing from Sanqing Mountain and called her Sister Shi Qing?
The expressions of some monks changed slightly, as if they were a little doubtful.

Chen Xiang was so angry at those looks that she was burning with rage—"A bunch of idiots! My senior sister risked her life to save you with her spiritual power, and you suspected that she was colluding with this monster just based on a greeting from it. Is your mind full of slippery suppositories that are even worse than water?!!"

Although the few people whose eyes changed didn't know what enema was, they could hear the scolding from Shen Xiang's tone, and they felt ashamed for a moment.

When their lives were at stake, many people's brains were unable to work and they were simply unable to think calmly. Fortunately, Shen Xiang was keenly aware of all sights, and he cursed them angrily, which made them a little more sober.

"Then... Daoist Fellow Shi Qing," someone else asked, "Who exactly are these demons?"

Shi Qing looked up at the black-clothed youth who was higher up. In the other's smiling eyes, he said lightly, "Demon."

Demon!

These two words seemed to explode out of nowhere, blasting everyone's hearts into powder!
Ten thousand years ago, the great war between immortals and demons was started by the demon Mei Zimu who led many monsters. The battle was very hard fought in the cultivation world, the fighting was brutal, and the ending was tragic.

Although they barely won, the world of cultivation was left in tatters for the next few years, with spiritual energy fading and no one able to ascend. Whenever they recall the past or learn about it from historical records, they can only sigh helplessly.

Everyone knew that the demon Mei Zimu was only sealed and not completely killed. If the seal was loosened, the demonic energy would continue to devour spiritual power to grow stronger and support the abyss tsunami. Sooner or later, Mei Zimu would break out of the sea and make a comeback.

It’s just that – they didn’t expect it would be their generation.

*
"Devil..."

Endless despair surged in their hearts, and some young people cried out: "Are we destined to die here today?"

"Still unable to contact the Sect Leader and Elders outside the Secret Realm?!"

"No..." Someone looked pale, like a body without a soul, and muttered, "The sound transmission stone has no reaction."

The entrance and exit of the secret realm will only be opened under the auspices of Cang Yue Sect Leader Huang Daozi when the time for the competition has arrived. Before that, no one has the authority.

The external elders were also unable to get a glimpse of what was happening in the secret realm and could only see the ranking of each sect’s points from the scoreboard.

Shi Qing swallowed a few blood-recovering pills, separated the sword shadow, cut off a piece of bandage, and said to Zhong Lijin lightly: "You go, safely."

The young man's face was pale, and his dark pupils stared at Shi Qing.

He knew that he was now nothing more than a burden to Shi Qing. The two previous magic arrays had almost drained his body. Just like Shi Qing, if he forced himself to use spiritual energy again, he would only become exhausted and die.

"You promised me……"

Zhong Lijin said in a hoarse voice: "Don't... risk your life."

Shi Qing didn't answer him.

He just moved his fingertips, and the sword shadow and the bandage wrapped around the boy's body, taking him twenty miles away from the Chaos Abyss.

"Shi Qing!!!" Zhong Li Jin roared, but got no answer. He reached out to grab Shi Qing's hand, but the bandage was faster, and he was pulled away before he could even touch the corner of the girl's clothes. He could only watch the girl's back in front of him gradually get smaller and finally disappear.

At the same time, other disciples who had calmed down also sent out sword shadows to send their injured fellow disciples out of the main combat range of the monsters.

"Wait! I won't leave! I can still help! Senior Brother——!!!" Someone shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes bloodshot.

"Get lost! Even if you die, you can only die behind your brothers and sisters!"

They ignored the calls of their younger fellow students and resolutely stood in front.

The world of cultivation has experienced ten thousand years of relative peace since the war between immortals and demons ended ten thousand years ago.

But almost every sect would teach the war ten thousand years ago as the first lesson to new disciples.

The older the disciples are, the more they understand the cruelty of the war between immortals and demons, as if they have experienced it themselves, and therefore are more courageous.

Chen Xiang flew to Shi Qing's side on her sword. After a rest, she recovered some of her spiritual power, but she knew that this spiritual power was far from enough to resist the ferocious monsters and Zhou Wu.

Shi Qing raised his hand, blocked her behind him and said, "You go too."

The red-dressed girl stretched out her hand and grabbed her wrist tightly, smiling ostentatiously, "I won't."

"Senior sister," Chen Xiang narrowed her eyes slightly, "We can't separate. If you dare to wrap me up with bandages and pull me away, I will immediately sever my tendons and explode and commit suicide."

Shi Qing: “…”

She was stunned, as if trying to discern the truth in the girl's words, but the other party's eyes were too hot and serious, as if if she dared to let her go, then Shen Xiang's words would immediately come true. "...Okay." In the end, Shi Qing could only nod.

Zhou Wu no longer seemed to play as slowly as Chang Zhu.

After experiencing the failures twice before, the ferocious beast was finally released successfully this time, and naturally wanted to cut the Gordian knot.

After briefly greeting everyone, the boy lightly snapped his fingers.

In an instant! The surging sea water became more and more ferocious!

The abyss chaos that took shape on the ground became even more violent.

This is a battle with a known outcome.

But if you resist you will die, and if you don't resist you will also die.

It would be better to fight to the death. At least, you can bite off some flesh from these monsters and buy some time for your fellow brothers and sisters to escape.

Just make it till evening.

Hold on until the sun sets and the door to the secret realm opens.

Others then had hope of survival.

*
Zhongli Jin's heart ached so much that he felt worse than death.

Ever since he was taken away from his original place by the sword shadow and the bandages, there was no part of his body that didn't hurt.

As soon as he landed in a relatively safe place, the boy suddenly fell to the ground in pain.

[Youngster!] The old man shouted anxiously, [What’s wrong with you?!]

Zhongli Jin's eyes were slightly unfocused, his teeth clenched tightly around his lower lip, even breaking the skin and causing blood to flow.

[Junior! Junior!!]

Even though the old man shouted loudly, the boy seemed not to hear him and lost consciousness due to the pain all over his body.

It really hurts.

Even worse than it was two years ago.

His nails dug deep into the flesh, leaving bloody marks, and the bandage that was tightly squeezed in his palm was also stained with blood.

Shi Qing and the others are in danger.

But I can't do anything.

He couldn't even use the spiritual power to engrave the magic circle.

[Look, you're like a piece of trash.]
[The genius of cultivation is now nothing more than a weakling who needs the protection of others to barely have a chance of survival.]
[You can't save anyone, you can't help anything.]
[You think you are a strong man just because you carved two magic circles and gave some elixirs? How ridiculous, Zhongli Jin, you are only at the first level of Qi training. What can you do with your current cultivation level?]
——Nothing can be done.

The boy felt pain all over his body and wished he could die immediately.

But he also knew clearly that it was not possible.

The voice in my head was different from the kind and elderly voice of Senior Li Chongjian.

The tone of voice was somewhat similar to his own, but it was also full of bewitching meaning.

[Don't resist me, Zhongli Jin.]
[I am you.]
[]I am what you have always wanted in your heart.]
"Zhongli Jin?! Fellow Daoist Zhongli!"

"Are you okay, Brother Zhongli?!"

I heard the voices of other disciples who were sent here by their senior brothers and sisters.

The young man who fell to the ground in pain was extremely pale, with cold sweat all over his body. His pair of obsidian eyes were constricted and trembling at this moment, as if he couldn't breathe. He kept gasping for air, begging for a glimmer of life.

Zhongli Jin wanted to drive the voice out of his mind, but the more he tried to avoid it, the clearer it became.

"Fellow Daoist Zhongli, you——!" Someone saw the young man's face in surprise and his eyes widened.

The young man looked painful, with a frown on his face and biting his lower lip.

However, on his handsome and fair face, there was a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows, which was bright red and enchanting, like a demon or a fantasy, revealing a temptation that made people unable to take their eyes away.