ebookland Chapter 105: The Cruelty of the Nether Palace
Chapter 105: The Cruelty of the Nether Palace
Seeing that the three people on the battlefield did not move, Wu Yuying observed the traces left by the battle just now.
Wherever her eyes passed, countless towering trees fell down, and deep pits were everywhere on the ground. A vacuum zone suddenly formed in this area.
The black giant python's body, which was dozens of feet long, was broken into two pieces. Not far away from it lay the body of King Kong. The surrounding land had been dyed dark red by their blood.
Looking at the tragic scene in front of her, Wu Yuying found it hard to associate it with the scene she saw when she came here just now. These were completely two different worlds.
This was the first time she saw a fight between monsters. She didn't expect it to be so heroic and cruel, which made her sigh.
What made her feel deeply sorry was that such a beautiful King Kong had died, and she felt a little lost.
At this time, she found that the three people on the battlefield were talking about something, but the distance was too far, so she couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.
However, judging from their actions, it seemed that they were discussing how to divide the materials of the two monsters equally. This inevitably made Wu Yuying anxious. This was not okay. If they divided it equally, then she would have nothing to do.
"Why don't they fight? What's the point of dividing it equally? Wouldn't it be more comfortable for one person to keep it all?" Wu Yuying muttered with a frown.
Sure enough, just as Wu Yuying had guessed, the three men put away their weapons, took out a sharp long knife, walked to the corpses of the two monsters, and began to take the materials from their bodies.
The two seventh-level foundation-building cultivators walked towards a monster respectively, while the disciple from the Netherworld Palace hesitated for a moment and walked towards the body of the black giant python, not far away from the seventh-level foundation-building cultivator.
"Alas...it seems there is nothing for me to do."
“Practicing is not easy, Yingying sighed…” Wu Yuying sighed, her face full of bitterness.
She could only watch as the three men took away the materials from the two monsters one by one.
Faced with three enemies who were more than three levels higher than her, she had to face reality. If she rushed forward, she would be seeking death.
If there was only one enemy, she would be sure to kill him with her speed.
"Leave some, leave some soup!" Seeing the ingredients getting less and less, Wu Yuying's heart was bleeding.
In less than a cup of tea, the three practitioners had basically looted all the materials of the two monsters.
"Alas... these people are too much, as if they have never seen money." Wu Yuying sighed, turned around and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the direction of the battlefield.
Wu Yuying's eyes flashed, she stopped and said to herself: "What's going on?"
She quickly turned her head and looked in the direction of the battlefield. Suddenly, she saw a scene that shocked her.
There were originally three people on the battlefield, but now there are only two left, and the other one fell in a pool of blood. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils revealed the fear of death.
There was a wound about ten centimeters long on his abdomen. The wound was very deep, and the flesh inside was turned out. Blood was flowing out of it, which looked extremely creepy.
When Wu Yuying turned her head, she happened to see the disciple from the Netherworld Palace pulling the sickle out from the disciple on the ground.
The sickle in his hand had been dyed blood red. Drops of blood dripped from the tip of the knife onto the ground, looking extremely weird under the light.
"Fuck! Isn't this too cruel?" Wu Yuying covered her mouth and exclaimed softly, her eyes full of fear.
The brutality of this Netherworld Hall disciple was even more cruel than she had imagined. He killed people without blinking an eye, and it was obvious at a glance that he had killed many people.
To be honest, she was terrified. She had never seen such a scene before. Even on Earth, she had only seen similar scenes in TV dramas. But she knew that they were all fake, and what was happening in front of her was real death.
The man on the ground was obviously dead. Wu Yuying felt sorry for him. He didn't even close his eyes and died with his eyes open.
Although she had made mental preparations when she entered the secret realm, she was still frightened after experiencing it herself.
Then, she continued to observe the situation on the battlefield. After the disciple from the Netherworld Palace killed one person, he turned his attention to another cultivator.
He didn't say anything, but walked slowly towards him with the bloody sickle in his hand, like a ghost messenger from hell.
At this time, a blue sword appeared in the hand of the seventh-level foundation-building cultivator, and he shouted, "You and I are both human, why are we killing each other?"
"Hand over the things and I will spare your life!" said the disciple of the Netherworld Palace expressionlessly.
“You… forget it. I am a disciple of Chixia Valley. My senior brother will be here soon. His cultivation is at the ninth level of foundation building. You’d better be smart and leave quickly. Otherwise, when my senior brother comes, you won’t be able to leave.” The disciple at the seventh level of foundation building shouted loudly, but his body retreated backwards intentionally or unintentionally.
"Hehe... Do you think I will believe you?" A cold and gloomy voice came from the mouth of a disciple of the Netherworld Palace. A playful smile appeared on his face and he said lightly.
"Well! Since you don't want to accept my toast, then you can just leave your life here!"
After he finished speaking, the disciple from the Nether Palace suddenly moved. His body turned into a shadow and went towards the disciple from the Red Cloud Valley at an extremely fast speed.
The latter's face changed drastically, and he turned around and ran without hesitation.
He had just witnessed with his own eyes a cultivator of the same level as him die at the hands of this man holding the sickle. This man definitely had the ability to kill people above his level.
Although he was also at the seventh level of foundation building, he did not want to take risks. Since he had already obtained the materials, he chose to escape. The direction he escaped to was exactly the forest where Wu Yuying was. This scared Wu Yuying.
"Damn it, brother, don't lead that guy towards me!" Wu Yuying's face looked very ugly.
However, her inner protest was of no use. On the battlefield, the two men were chasing her, one in front and one behind, heading straight towards her. It wouldn't be long before they entered the forest of Wu Yuying.
Wu Yuying discovered that the two of them were like the relationship between hunter and prey, with completely different expressions on their faces. The disciples of the Nether Palace were hunters, with playful smiles on their faces, while the disciples of the Red Cloud Valley were prey, with faces full of fear.
"Hmph, I won't play with you anymore." The disciple of the Nether Palace snorted coldly and sped up his pace. It was obvious that he had not used his full strength just now.
At this speed, the disciples of Chixia Valley would be caught up by the latter before they even enter the forest.
The disciple of Chixia Valley looked back and obviously realized this. He had originally planned to enter the forest and take advantage of the complex terrain of the forest to find a chance to escape.
However, given the current situation, the guy behind him clearly did not want to give him this opportunity.
He hesitated for a while, took out his storage bag, and a trace of heartache appeared in his eyes. Soon, he showed a resolute look in his eyes, turned around suddenly and threw the storage bag to the left, while shouting: "The storage bag is for you!"
Then he quickly turned around and ran madly into the forest.
He guessed that the guy behind him would definitely go pick up the storage bag. As he was about to step into the forest, he breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, the smile on his face suddenly froze. He felt his heart suddenly go cold, and then he could no longer feel his own heartbeat.
He showed doubt in his eyes, and slowly lowered his head to look at his heart. He saw a bright red sickle emerging from the left side of his heart, and drops of blood emerged from the tip of the sickle, dripping onto the ground and blooming, like the brilliance of the flower of life.
Seeing this scene, he seemed to have thought of something, and there was a look of fear in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but could not make any sound, only a slight whimper in his throat.