Chapter 460: Chapter 295: The Greed of Ten Thousand Sceneries
Greed of the Ten Thousand Sceneries
But at this moment, Ten Thousand Sceneries had completely recovered, with a hint of bloodthirst in his eyes, an impulse to kill wildly.
Yet he held back.
He looked at the mummified village chief in front of him, as if weathered for a century. It was a bit of a pity, consumed just like that.
How wasteful.
But the fact that he had fully recovered and was stronger by a few degrees was undeniable.
He then took out the Bone Bell and the Flying Bone Sword, inspecting the two magical artifacts.
The Bell had dimmed only slightly after two Essence Blood eruptions, recovery wouldn’t be hard. Burying it for two days in a place heavy with Yin Qi, or a normal adult’s essence would suffice.
However, the Flying Bone Sword had more cracks, blasted apart, it would likely require about ten people to restore.
He felt a bit of heartache. If he were back home, finding a Bone Demon to obtain a Spirit Bone would suffice for recovery.
Sadly, he was compelled and hadn’t prepared adequately.
Subsequently, Ten Thousand Sceneries took out the Species Bag, still needing three days to reach top-grade talisman status, but the corpses inside were likely depleted.
Reaching top-grade talisman, he could house tens of thousands and complete his task.
Such waste. The population of an entire village, indeed.
He felt a pang of pain.
However, in his earlier flight, he passed by several villages.
It seemed there were abundant resources for blood sacrifices here.
Refining the Species Bag into a magical artifact wouldn’t be an issue, at most it would mean massacring a few villages.
By then, the living people collected could be released, and capturing more mortals would allow him to set up the Ascension Array to reach Foundation Establishment, eliminating the need for Outer Sect disciple rewards.
Upon his return, the trial reward allowed him to choose a potential-packed magical artifact that could become a lifebound treasure.
The current two magical artifacts were all speedily crafted, weaker compared to true magical artifacts, and due to their inherent issues, they couldn’t progress further.
These were fundamentally unsuitable as lifebound treasures.
All at once, Ten Thousand Sceneries felt a burning eagerness inside.
Earlier, he had passed by several villages, chuckling, he immediately set out.
The Demon Dao’s mass slaughter couldn’t be tolerated.
Small Knife once more confirmed his departure, bringing along any young man with a Spirit Root when he encountered him.
As Ten Thousand Sceneries stepped out, he saw a half-burned talisman streak across the sky, landing right before him.
This gave him a start.
Instantly, the Flying Bone Sword sliced through, turning the talisman to ash.
However, his face turned ashen because a paper crane appeared in the sky.
On the paper crane stood six people, the other five were negligible, but the leader had a profound aura, perhaps, possibly...
No doubt, a Foundation Establishment powerhouse.
This made his complexion extremely grave, as if doused with cold water, the bit of pride extinguished.
Escape, he must escape.
"Vile Demon, surrender peacefully." The Foundation Establishment man on the paper crane laughed heartily and waved his hand.
A black light streaked by.
Lower-grade magical artifact, Essence Crow Needle.
This was passed down by his family, nurtured since his grandfather’s generation, otherwise even at Foundation Establishment, he would have no magical artifact to use.
This was his confidence.
With this magical artifact, he was the strongest of the three Foundation Establishment cultivators who came this time.
The other Qi cultivators did not act, sneering as they looked at their enemy.
That demon was as good as dead.
Ten Thousand Sceneries reacted swiftly.
Though his expression was ugly, he unhesitatingly waved his hand.
Junior-level magical artifact, Flying Bone Sword shot forth, directly blocking the incoming Wuzhu.
Boom!
Both being junior-level magical artifacts, yet the Flying Bone Sword was instantly knocked away. Ten Thousand Sceneries’ face turned white, blood seeped from the corners of his mouth. Without needing to check, he knew there were more cracks on the Flying Bone Sword.
It could at best block once more, and it would shatter after three hits.
Ha ha!
"The demon’s strength is impressive." The Foundation Establishment cultivator laughed, the Essence Wuzhu circled again and shot forward.
Seeing this, Ten Thousand Sceneries knew there was no room for luck.
He could only fight.
Immediately, he spat Essence Blood onto the Species Bag.
The Species Bag emitted wailing sounds, billows of black mist surged forth.
Ten Thousand Sceneries opened his mouth, and the black mist entered his body.
Even the Flying Bone Sword emitted ghostly black mist, blocking the Wuzhu.
It did not fall behind.
"Not good! Everyone, attack!" The Foundation Establishment cultivator sensed something amiss, shouted loudly, and simultaneously a talisman appeared in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, it flew towards the target.
It turned out to be a Fireball Technique at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
However, for a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, it was not considered a trump card.
But for Ten Thousand Sceneries at Qi Cultivation Great Perfection, being hit would have the same effect.
He was then immediately struck.
Soon after, various talismans from a few other Qi cultivators also shot forth.
Screams rang out.
Hitting the target, Ten Thousand Sceneries was engulfed in flames.
Unnoticed, the black aura-emitting Species Bag turned to ash.
"That should settle it?"
For sure, even a Foundation Establishment would be doomed facing such an attack, let alone a mere Qi Cultivation Great Perfection.
...!
The other cultivators sighed in relief.
That Foundation Establishment cultivator, however, frowned slightly, unable to confirm. Better safe than sorry, as he thought, and with a thought, Wuzhu shot towards the target again.
Boom!
Fire exploded, flesh was torn, and a burning large bone hand reached out, grasping the Wuzhu.
This made the Foundation Establishment cultivator’s expression change.
The aura of that large hand?
Foundation Establishment, how is that possible?
Yet instinctively, he pushed his magical artifact to the limit.
Crack!
The Black Cone did not disappoint.
It had already pierced into the palm of the large bone hand, nearly penetrating it.
A roar, unlike any human sound, bellowed out. Billows of black demonic qi spurted, the flames extinguished.
In that instant, it had burned at least ten years of lifespan.
Soon, the flesh melted away, revealing a bone creature.
It turned out to be over a zhang tall, a giant bone ape encompassed by rolling demonic qi.