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Chapter 1254 Ling Yichen's Fury

"Are you kidding me?!" Ling Yichen glanced at the corpses nailed to the wall again, "Stripping off the spiritual roots and putting them into other people's bodies... this is simply ridiculous! Spiritual roots are innate! If they can be transferred so easily by external forces, wouldn't the world of immortal cultivation be in chaos long ago?!"

Not to mention the distant past, even Elder Yin Liyan of their Taixu Palace, whose Taoist partner was a mediocre water spiritual root, used several methods and finally used medicinal pills to pile up a golden elixir.

This matter was widely circulated in the Immortal World. On the surface, everyone said that Yin Liyan doted on his Taoist partner, but in private, countless people laughed at his Taoist partner for being too poorly qualified, unworthy of promotion, and so on.

If there really is a method to peel and reshape spiritual roots, how could Yin Liyan, a dignified spirit, neglect the essentials and allow his lover to be criticized for a thousand years?

And the leader of the Youye Sect who gave up his cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage for his son was regarded as the most loving father in the world. Did he give up his cultivation to a higher realm just because he loved his son so much? Isn't there a better way?

The speculative idea of ​​replacing spiritual roots has naturally been thought of many times over the centuries, but even the great masters of the Spiritual Distortion Realm have not been able to grasp it.

Where on earth did the Canghai Sect, an unknown and semi-secularized dilapidated sect, get the courage to think they could take down the enemy with just a few golden elixirs?

"Look at these corpses that are riddled with holes," Ling Yichen pointed his sword at them one by one, "It's clearly evidence that they are not using the right method! Everyone knows that spiritual roots are not like internal organs, they have no location at all. Yet they are still trying to look for them in the body..."

Du Xingyu knew that the Canghai Sect was indeed able to extract spiritual roots, but he didn't know whether they could be successfully extracted or implanted into other people's bodies. He quickly interrupted.

"No matter whether they really have mastered the method or not, the fact that they have the intention to do these evil deeds is already intolerable to heaven!"

"The holes on these people's bodies may not be caused by taking their spiritual roots." Aohen said, "If they still have the ambition to reshape the ancient times, the surplus value of these people after death will naturally not be wasted. No wonder there are pools of blood, skin, and bones. It is not only a means to restrain souls, but also a way to store sacrifices."

"Storing sacrifices?" Lin Fan turned his head.

Ao Hen nodded: "Even if we don't know whether this so-called restart formation really exists, just by listening to the name, we know that the spiritual energy required to restart the formation of the ancient world is definitely not a small amount."

"The flesh, blood, bones, skin, and soul of a cultivator have all been tempered by spiritual energy. In the spiritual energy conversion ritual, the energy they can provide is much higher than that of an ordinary person's flesh and blood."

"These people are dead anyway, so the mastermind behind the scenes can make full use of them and squeeze out every last drop of value from them. This can not only reserve energy for the activation of the formation in the future, but also lock up their souls and prevent people from discovering what they are doing. Why not do it?"

Ling Yichen cursed inwardly when he saw Aohen saying these things so casually. He is indeed a demon cultivator! He didn't even blink when talking about these things.

Those who are not of my race must have ulterior motives!
"It's useless for you to scold me," Aohen seemed to have heard it and smiled indifferently, "I was just talking, but the one who did this is you, the human cultivator."

Ling Yichen's face turned red immediately as if he had been slapped.

"Then let's quickly destroy their formation, can we stop the situation from spreading further?" Du Xingyu quickly stepped in. Now is not the time to quarrel.

Ao Hen nodded: "Looking at these removed internal organs, the formation should already exist. Whether it can be destroyed or not, we have to wait and see."

Ling Yichen held his anger and rushed in first.

The passage was filled with corpses. Perhaps because they had not been dead for long, their appearances before death could still be discerned, and all of them had painful expressions.

There were a lot of debris that had fallen from the corpses on the ground on both sides. They were all kicked aside and no one cleaned them up.

Ling Yichen even saw the logo of their Taixu Palace disciples. He, who thought he had no strong sense of belonging to the sect, was furious for the first time because of the murder of his fellow disciples.

With enough anger to raze the Canghai Sect to the ground, he rushed out of the fork in the road and turned into the next passage.

This passage was much wider than the others. After turning a few corners, a huge stone chamber appeared in front of us, and the view became wider. In the center of the stone chamber, countless crystal pillars stood in a forest, and a monk was hung on each crystal pillar with a chain.

There were black threads wrapped around the crystal pillars, like vines, with dark red liquid flowing downwards, continuously seeping into the underground formation.

"Who is it?!" Hearing the noise, the three gray-robed men turned around suddenly.

Ling Yichen had already leapt into the air, and the unsealed Broken Sky Sword flashed with a blue-purple arc of electricity as he slashed forward.

Before the gray-robed man A could react, blood splashed all over his face.

Seeing the head of the person who was laughing with him just now rolling down in front of him, he subconsciously drew his sword to resist. However, before he could even draw his sword, he was chopped down by the sword, and before he felt the pain, he closed his eyes forever.

The gray-robed man B ran out in fear, but accidentally tripped over the blood groove in the formation and was covered in blood.

He did not dare to pause, and immediately turned over, looking at the man in white approaching with vicious eyes, and backed away using his hands and feet, begging for mercy: "Senior brother, spare my life! Senior brother, spare my life!"

"Who is your senior brother!" Ling Yichen slashed with his sword in disgust.

With a clang, the fierce broken knife blocked the gray-robed man.

Ling Yichen's eyes narrowed, and he was emotional: "You want to stop me?!"

"Brother Ling, wait a minute," Lin Fan chanted softly and raised her sword, pushing the swords apart. "Leave him alive for questioning."

"Yes, yes!" Du Xingyu quickly ran behind Ling Yichen and comforted him, "We have to catch him red-handed, with solid evidence!"

Ling Yichen took two deep breaths, withdrew his sword, stepped back, turned away, and thought out of sight, out of mind.

Gray Robe B, who had saved his life, trembled and bowed, "Brother, spare my life! I will tell you everything, everything..."

"Let me ask you," Du Xingyu squatted in front of the man, "What sect do you belong to? What is your purpose in doing these unscrupulous things?"

"We are..." the gray-robed man said tremblingly.

"Be careful!" Lin Fan suddenly pulled Du Xingyu sideways and turned him over.

Three poisoned crossbow arrows brushed past Du Xingyu's ears and pierced into the ground, the arrowheads still emitting green smoke.

The gray-robed man who was ignored was hit in the back by a crossbow arrow. Black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He fell to the ground in the formation, splashing blood, and died.

"People from Taixu Palace?!" The old man's voice came from where they came from.

Ling Yichen stood in the formation in a white robe, with the Broken Sky Sword across his chest, looking fearless. "Ling Yichen from the Taixu Palace is here. Where are you hiding? Show up and die!"

“Didn’t they say that the people coming here are from Changtian Sect?” The old man’s voice was slightly puzzled, but he soon became relieved. “Forget it! No matter who it is, once they come, they should not leave!”

With a flash of cold light, more than a dozen poisoned crossbow arrows flew towards Ling Yichen's major joints.