Chapter 1771: Rivers of Blood

Outside the Cangqing arena, a middle-aged man in a fine attire walked quickly, his face extremely gloomy.

A lot of strong men have already surrounded outside the arena, and the atmosphere is very dignified. There are many strong men in front of them bombarding the barrier, but there is no progress.

After some of them broke through the barrier and rushed in, those who hadn't followed suddenly discovered that a new barrier had appeared outside the Cangqing Arena at some point, separating them again!

Now the major powerhouses of the three major sects are all blocked outside and unable to enter, and it is not clear what is going on inside.

The middle-aged man walked quickly to the place where the disciples of the Stardust Sect gathered, and asked with a frown, "What's the situation with Chen Ning now?"

Several Stardust Sect disciples saw the middle-aged man approaching, their expressions changed slightly, and they quickly saluted: "Return to the suzerain, now the Cangqing Arena is sealed by an enchantment again, our people can't get in, I don't know if the young master is what's the situation!"

"A bunch of trash, so many people can't even open the barrier?" Hearing the words of those Stardust Sect disciples, the middle-aged man's expression became extremely ugly, and he sternly shouted.

A powerful aura erupted from his body, and the surrounding spiritual power rioted.

Seeing the middle-aged man getting angry, a group of Stardust Sect disciples quickly knelt down: "Sect Master, forgive me!"

In the eyes of all Stardust Sect disciples, their suzerain Chenhe is a very cruel person, anyone who disobeys him even a little bit will be destroyed.

Now Chen Ning is trapped in the arena, life and death are uncertain, Chen He may die at any time, no one dares to touch this bad luck.

"Chenhe, you are finally here!"

Just as Chen He was about to kill a few Stardust Sect disciples to vent his anger, a dull voice came, making Chen He suppress the anger in his heart.

The person who came was a tall and thin middle-aged man, exuding a terrifying aura, which made many monks around him dare not even breathe.

Seeing the middle-aged man approaching, Chen He couldn't help narrowing his eyes, and said, "Nan Meng, your son Nan Ming is also trapped in the Cangqing Arena, why don't you look worried at all?"

The middle-aged man walking towards Chenhe is none other than Nanmeng, the master of the Nantian Pavilion, with a cultivation base of Banbu Daojun, who has a very high prestige in Antarctic City!

"Urgent! Of course I am anxious!" Nan Meng smiled with narrowed eyes and said.

"Are you kidding me on purpose?"

Chenhe saw Nan Meng squinting and smiling,

Feeling even more upset, he shouted sharply.

Now that Chen Ning's life and death are uncertain, he is not in the mood to joke around at all!

"It's useless for you to be anxious now! The strength of this enchantment is beyond your imagination. Even if we work together, it will take a lot of effort. There may be problems if we rush in like this." Nanmeng suddenly became serious, and said in a deep voice .

"Is this barrier so strong?" Chen He's expression changed slightly.

The two of them work together to barely break through the barrier. Doesn't this mean that the person who set up this barrier is not weaker than them?

"Now that Nan Ming's life card has not been broken, it means that he is still alive. I guess your son is similar."

Hearing what Nanmeng said, Chenhe felt a little relieved, but his brows were still tightly furrowed, his eyes were extremely cold: "If I go in, I must dismember the culprit!"

"Don't get excited, we don't know what's going on inside, and we have to destroy the barrier as soon as possible and go in to save people." Nan Meng calmed down Chenhe's mood, and said.

"Then the two of us join forces and break this barrier!" Chen He's powerful aura erupted from his body, sending many surrounding disciples flying away, causing a commotion.

"Don't worry! This Cangqing arena is the territory of Buxiumen. Now that something happened in the arena, it stands to reason that Buxiumen should be responsible."

"You mean..." Chen He was slightly taken aback, and suddenly thought of something.

Nanmeng smiled softly: "Although I don't know why the people inside are holding your son and mine hostage, but since he is holding hostage, he won't hurt Nanming and Chenning for a while, why don't we use this to blackmail him endlessly?" A sum of money?"

"Recently, the momentum of non-stop door closing is very fierce, and it must be suppressed."

Hearing Nanmeng's words, Chenhe's eyes lit up suddenly, sweeping away the haze in his heart.

Recently, their Stardust Sect has been continuously suppressed by Buxiumen, and now they can suffer terribly.

If they can take advantage of this incident, it will be a blessing in disguise, and it might improve their current situation.

As long as Chen Ning is fine, their Stardust Sect can still get a lot of benefits from this matter from Bu Xiumen!

Thinking of this, Chenhe couldn't help laughing: "Let's go, let's go to that guy Li Gong for an explanation, and by the way, this barrier will be broken open endlessly, and then you and I won't need to waste any energy!"

Nanmeng and Chenhe laughed, and walked together to Buxiumen's station.

From the beginning to the end, they didn't think that Zhang Ziling dared to kill Chen Ning and Nan Ming.

But what they didn't expect was that at this moment in the arena, purgatory on earth was staged again.

Those monks who rushed to the rescue were also completely trapped here by Zhang Ziling. Everyone was ruthlessly massacred by Zhang Ziling. The scarlet monks had turned into lakes in the arena, and the strong smell of blood filled the surroundings.

All the monks wailed, their faces filled with fear, all of them were terrified by Zhang Ziling.

They wanted to escape, but found that they were completely trapped in the arena, being chased by demon energy.

As long as they accidentally touch the devil's energy, they will be completely swallowed by the devil's energy, and even the bones will not be left behind.

Zhang Ziling calmly looked at the fleeing monks around him, his eyes extremely indifferent.

These people are doomed to die.

People die every second, whether it is a Daoist or a true martial arts monk, everyone is vulnerable to demonic energy and will be easily strangled.

Jin Ning has brought the Red Ghost and others to the vicinity of Zhang Ziling, guarding beside the cage of Emperor Yulong.

Now in the entire arena, except for Zhang Ziling, there are scarlet blood flowing in other places, and it is impossible to stand up.

Perhaps because of the stimulation of the smell of blood, the Emperor Yulong in the iron cage became more restless and kept bombarding the iron cage.

If Zhang Ziling hadn't strengthened the cage with spiritual power, Emperor Yulong would have escaped long ago and turned into a wild beast, bathed in a pool of blood.

Tianyu stared blankly at Emperor Yulong, his beautiful eyes were full of doubts: "He has lost his mind for thousands of years, even the consciousness in his soul has been completely wiped out, can he be saved?"

Perhaps Emperor Yulong couldn't bear the humiliation and couldn't commit suicide, so he took the initiative to annihilate his consciousness.

Now Emperor Yulong's soul has been irreversibly traumatized and cannot be healed.

"Don't worry...it can be saved."

Zhang Ziling calmly looked at the corpses piled up on the ground in front of him, and said lightly:

"If I say I can save it, I will definitely be able to save it..."

"No matter how many people I want to sacrifice with blood."

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