From the fake emperor to the concubine

Hearing him say this, another Nether Spirit monk nodded subconsciously, and then said dissatisfiedly: "No matter what, it's always better to be careful."

"No need to be careful anymore. They have been inhaling these soul-devouring smoke for three or four days in a row. I really don't believe that anyone can resist it."

"Do you believe it or not? As long as we stop this soul-devouring smoke now, no matter what we ask these useless humans to do, they will do it obediently?"

"Enough! If you want to die, go fight those human monks by yourselves, and don't drag me into it." The Nether Spirit monk who was in charge of taking the Soul-Devouring Smoke coldly stopped their conversation.

It just happened that a cultivator from Qingzhu Mountain came back at this time.

Although I didn't hear everything clearly, I knew that these guys from the Nether Spirit Clan had bad intentions.

"There is something wrong with this smoke. You bastards of the Nether Spirit Clan, just wait for me. I will report to the Sect Master now and kill all of you guys with bad intentions."

After hearing his words, the cultivators from the Nether Spirit Clan did not express much reaction.

"I just warned you not to talk nonsense. Now they have found out, right?"

"So what if we're discovered? We don't even have to do anything. If he can walk ten miles away, I'll be the loser." The cultivator from the Nether Spirit Clan with a leopard head sneered disdainfully.

"This is the first time for all of you to come into contact with Soul Devouring Smoke. You don't know how useful this thing is."

"I can tell you that this thing will be more terrifying than you can imagine."

As the Leopard Head ordered the monk, he jokingly said, "If you want to file a complaint, just go ahead and file a complaint. Then you will see who will die."

Feeling the other party's teasing look, the Qingzhu Mountain monk suddenly shuddered and pointed at the other party with a sullen face: "Could it be? This is impossible!"

Looking at his appearance, it seems as if his faith has collapsed.

The Leopard Head Dark Spirit Clan laughed and shrugged: "Believe it or not, but whether this thing can be used depends on your leader, right?"

This guy mercilessly dealt the human cultivator the final blow.

"Master!" The monk from Qingzhu Mountain looked at a figure in the sky who was fighting with a monk from Xingxiu Sea, his teeth almost breaking.

They were only thinking about how to help the leader avenge the murder of the young leader.

But they never expected that in the leader's mind, they were just chess pieces that could be discarded at will.

Just as I was about to say something, suddenly all the hairs on my body stood up.

He could clearly feel that his spiritual energy, strength and even life were being sucked away by some terrible monster.

He quickly used his internal energy to try to resist, but he could only barely slow down the speed.

In at most an hour, he would be sucked dry by this invisible terrifying existence.

During this process, many cultivators from Qingzhu Mountain came here to replenish Soul-Devouring Smoke.

He wanted to tell his fellow disciples that this was all a conspiracy and that this strange black smoke was even more terrifying than the most poisonous poison in the world.

However, he had no way to open his mouth. Even with the slightest movement, he would feel like a balloon with a hole in it, and all the strength in his body would quickly drain away.

It was fine at first, but as time went on, severe pain gradually appeared in his meridians.

It was like needles flowing rapidly through his meridians.

After gritting his teeth and enduring it for a while, he finally couldn't stand the pain anymore and couldn't help but scream out.

He just uttered a scream before his whole body shrivelled up rapidly.

In less than two breaths, it turned into a dried corpse without any water. Then the body quickly crumbled and turned into ashes and disappeared, leaving only clothes and personal belongings.

Even the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan were stunned after seeing this scene.

"This... is this the true power of the Soul Devouring Smoke?"

The cultivator of the Nether Spirit Clan who was in charge of taking the Soul-Devouring Smoke felt his scalp tingling and he felt as if he had been to the gates of hell.

He was a little curious before and wanted to take a sip to see what it tasted like.

Looking back now, I’m glad I didn’t get curious.

The leopard-headed man sneered complacently and said, "Now you know how powerful this soul-devouring smoke is, right?"

"But don't worry too much. This thing is only effective against humans. Even if a cultivator of our Nether Spirit Clan gets accidentally touched by it, they won't be sucked into ashes."

Seeing that everyone was relieved, the leopard-headed man reminded them seriously: "But you'd better not touch this thing casually. Although it won't kill you, it can make you want to live but not die."

No matter what words are said, nothing is more shocking than seeing it with your own eyes.

These cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan are now as afraid of this soul-devouring smoke as they are of snakes and scorpions.

The guy who replenished the soul-devouring smoke to the monks of Qingzhu Mountain now tried his best to hold his breath every time, as if it was some kind of poison.

Seeing this, the leopard-headed man said unhappily, "I say, you, do you really need to be like this? Haven't you seen that those humans have begun to doubt us?"

"Don't worry, this thing won't have any effect on you as long as you don't inhale it."

"Although you are right, I am still afraid." The ghost monk who was replenishing the soul-devouring smoke said with tears in his eyes.

The leopard-headed man cursed angrily: "Useless thing, if the general saw you like this, he might kill you on the spot."

"Then you come to guard the furnace, and I'll take over the job of replenishing the Soul Devouring Smoke."

"In that case, I'll trouble you, fellow Daoist." The Dark Spirit monk who was in charge of replenishing the Soul-Devouring Smoke impatiently switched places with the Leopard-Headed Man.

What they didn't notice was that every time the Leopard-Headed Man replenished the Soul-Devouring Smoke for the monks of Qingzhu Mountain, he would secretly inhale a little.

Although the distance was close, his movements were concealed and he only sucked a little bit each time.

For a moment, no one noticed his little action.

Zheng Yi saw all of this and gradually gained some understanding of the function of this soul-devouring smoke.

It may be because the physiques of both parties are different.

This soul-devouring smoke can enhance human strength, but it can also take away human lives like a deadly poison.

But for the Nether Spirit Clan, Zheng Yi felt that it was probably not much different from cigarettes, at most slightly more serious than cigarettes.

Jiang He, Qiu Ming and Qian Wanrong were all seeing this kind of scene for the first time.

The scene of the monk from Qingzhu Mountain being sucked dry by an unknown force and finally turned into ashes shocked them greatly.

Lin Junrong gnashed his teeth and said, "Ouyang Qi, this scum, is willing to sacrifice his entire sect to avenge his son?" Zheng Yi sneered contemptuously, "Although it's not like that, it's not much different."

"I'm afraid that guy also knows that if the people of Qingzhu Mountain really knew that he betrayed all humans, there would definitely be people who would rebel against him."

"So he decided to just go all out and force all these people onto his pirate ship."

"Now, there is absolutely no chance for those people to turn back."

"It seems so." Lin Junrong said murderously, "We have no choice but to get rid of these guys first."

As he spoke, he was ready to take action.

Zheng Yi grabbed Lin Junrong's wrist and shook his head slowly: "Don't worry, let's see what happens first."

Lin Junrong felt a little annoyed after being stopped by Zheng Yi again and again.

However, thinking that Zheng Yi had planned everything out, he suppressed his anger and sent a voice message to Zheng Yi: "What's wrong?"

"Don't you think that such an important thing is guarded by only a few people?" Zheng Yi counted deliberately, "Except for the four people who maintain the alchemy furnace, there are only two cultivators who can move freely. Don't you think there is something wrong?"

Lin Junrong couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this.

This guy is right. Any monk with a normal mind would not make such a big mistake.

The Soul Devouring Technique of Ten Thousand Souls is extremely important to the overall situation.

If any accident happens, all the cultivators in Qingzhu Mountain will almost immediately lose their combat effectiveness.

Under such circumstances, there is not enough guarding force here.

Zheng Yi sneered secretly: "If these guys didn't treat us as idiots..."

Jiang He interjected: "That means there must be a conspiracy here."

Zheng Yi gave him an approving look: "So what do you think the other party is planning?"

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Jiang He thought for a moment and said, "Of course, we are using this place as bait to lure our experts... No... That's not right!"

As he was talking, Jiang He suddenly discovered other problems.

"If it's a bait, there should be enough ambushes here. They are facing the Xingxiu Sea, which is almost in full force."

"Under such circumstances, it is unreasonable to be so lax in defending the most important thing."

Qian Wanrong calculated: "Unless this thing is not important to them at all, they won't care even if we destroy it."

Qiu Ming gnashed his teeth and cursed, "Could it be that these damn guys have set up the same thing in other places. So even if this place is destroyed, it will not affect their overall situation?"

Jiang He shook his head and said, "That shouldn't be the case. When I came here just now, I found that all the cultivators from Qingzhu Mountain came here to replenish their Soul Devouring Smoke. No one went anywhere else."

Qiu Ming retorted: "Maybe when it is used here, it is hidden in other places, so as to avoid being discovered by the enemy in advance."

Jiang He shook his head again: "During the war, rashly changing the supply location will only cause confusion for our own people. I can't think of any benefit."

"But..." Jiang He poked his head with a fan. He felt as if he had grasped something vaguely, but when he thought about it carefully, his head was empty and he couldn't grasp the most crucial clue.

"Putting such an obvious bait here must be intended to lure us into doing something, but what exactly do they mean?"

Zheng Yi smiled secretly: "Haven't you ever thought that the bait itself can be deadly?"

With just a few words of advice, Jiang He suddenly understood.

What he had been thinking about was what kind of fish the Nether Spirits wanted to catch with this huge bait.

I really never thought that the bait itself was part of their plan.

Lin Junrong urged impatiently, "Stop playing dumb. What's going on?"

Zheng Yi secretly sighed: "I guess that alchemy furnace might be a big bomb..."

Realized that these people probably didn't understand what the bomb meant.

Zheng Yi quickly changed his words and said, "This thing is likely to contain extremely powerful power. If we destroy it directly, the power contained in it will explode and it is likely to raze the surrounding area to the ground."

Seeing that everyone's faces were getting uglier than each other, Zheng Yi added, as if they were not frightened enough: "If we want to avoid this result, we can only slowly release the power accumulated by this thing."

"And during this process, those guys from the Nether Spirit Clan can destroy this thing themselves and take all of us away."

"These damn scums." Lin Junrong cursed with gnashing teeth: "If this is the case, then we can't do anything? Can we only watch them do whatever they want?"

Zheng Yi said seriously: "It's not that difficult to solve it."

"As long as we kill the enemies here together with the ambushers, we won't have to worry about them destroying this furnace and perishing with us."

Jiang He smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Zheng, I'm afraid we can't do this at all. The enemy has a master in the Spiritual Transformation Stage here, and the enemy who ambushed us probably has at least one or two masters in the Spiritual Transformation Stage."

"Let alone destroying the enemy, even containing them is almost impossible."

Zheng Yi sighed: "If there are only these people, it will be easy to deal with them. The most important thing is..."

He raised his gaze to the Xingxu Sea and Qingzhu Mountain monks who were fighting each other. "Once we start fighting, without the supply of Soul Devouring Smoke, those Qingzhu Mountain monks will really fight us to the death."

Qiu Yang questioned, "Not necessarily? As long as we tell them the harm of this thing, they might even become our helpers."

"Absolutely impossible." Zheng Yi said firmly: "These guys have now become lunatics who can't survive without the Soul Devouring Smoke."

"As long as Ouyang Qi tells them that we are here to destroy this place, those cultivators will only attack us frantically to protect the alchemy furnace."

"Because they have no other choice."

Recalling the monk from Qingzhu Mountain who had all his strength drained away.

The expressions of Jiang He and his companions became increasingly uglier.

"For now," Zheng Yi pondered, "it would be best if we could contact Xingxiuhai. With their help, it wouldn't be too difficult to solve this problem."

"Elder Lin, do you have any way to contact the other elders without alerting anyone?"

Zheng Yi observed the battlefield situation and said, "If we can maintain the balance, we should be able to spare three more people."

"Find a way to get the three most powerful people besides Wang Haiweng to come here."

"Can you do it?" Zheng Yi asked expectantly. (End of this chapter)