My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 235 Let their corpses and their own bodies participate in this revenge!
The alchemists continuously produced pills that melted in the mouth.

Without interfering with others' battles, they threw the objects at tricky angles into the mouths of those Core Formation stage experts who were currently attacking.

"Old Shi, your King Kong is almost due, get another one!"

"The guild leader's spiritual energy is almost depleted! Prepare the Rejuvenation Pill!"

As for those at the early stage of Core Formation and below?

If you die, just wait to be resurrected; don't waste the elixir.

On the battlefield, there were two figures that were the most enigmatic.

Yan Buliu's figure appeared and disappeared in the shadows.

He specifically targeted those lone elite monsters.

Each time they made a move, they silently stole something from the monster.

It could be a wisp of essence, or it could be a fragment of a core.

His presence is meant to bring some additional benefits to this battle.

On the battlefield, the most bizarre sight was the figure carrying a huge black coffin.

sacrifice.

He didn't have a fixed position; he kept a close eye on the entire battle situation at all times.

One of the main attackers managed to grab the "Seed of Dawn" and was about to charge towards the BOSS when three small monsters that jumped out of the shadows blocked his way.

It looked like they were about to be blocked, and that a valuable opportunity to output their skills would be wasted.

"Focus on your output! I'll take care of your back!"

The sound of a ritual rang out.

He slammed the black coffin on his shoulder to the ground!
"boom!"

As soon as the giant black coffin landed, it was instantly smashed into a pulp by the few monsters that were blocking the player's attacks.

On the other side, the BOSS unleashed a wide-range sweeping attack. Although Shi Gandang blocked the main impact, the spilled energy still rushed towards the vulnerable alchemists in the back row.

Just then, the black coffin of the sacrifice appeared before the alchemists.

The enormous black coffin served as a shield, forcefully withstanding the attack!

"Bang—!!!!"

The energy impact exploded on the surface of the black coffin, instantly creating several more deep cracks on its body.

Ji's body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he ignored his own injuries and instead turned to look at his fellow disciples who had died in the previous self-destruction and monster attacks.

Looking at their corpses, an expression of immense grief immediately appeared on his face.

He suddenly knelt down, pounded the ground with his fists, and began his professional "mourning":
"Heavens! How could my brother die here!"

"Oh, earth! How could my brother's soul be severed in a foreign land!"

"My dead brothers! In life, they wielded swords like the wind, but in death, they left not even a complete corpse!"

"Everyone says that the universe is governed by a set number, so why can't it accommodate a person who strives?"

His cries sounded particularly jarring amidst the clamor of the battlefield.

But what's even stranger is that, as he cried out, wisps of remnant souls floated out of the black coffin and into the corpses, forcibly pulling the corpses along!
"Brothers! Why have you left me all alone on this battlefield!"

"I can't bear this battle any longer! I wish I could go with you!"

"but!"

The wailing in the sacrifice suddenly shifted, becoming impassioned and frantic.
"The other brothers who are still alive!"

"Let me summon your fallen comrades, so that their corpses may join them in this revenge!"

He slammed his hand on the black coffin!
"boom!"

The coffin lid popped open, and countless remnant souls emitting a ghostly light poured out and entered the bodies of the Core Formation stage players who had just died on the battlefield!

The next second, those mutilated corpses twitched and stood up!

Their skin rapidly withered into mummies, and will-o'-the-wisps appeared in their eyes.

The arm that was severed in the previous battle is still broken;

Even with half their bodies pierced through, they remained in the same tattered state. But they were unrecognizable as they once were, transformed into battle corpses.

These undead, transformed from corpses of Core Formation stage cultivators, have all fallen to the Pseudo-Core Formation stage.

They can no longer use the exquisite spells they had in life, but they can still cast some basic spells, or use their bodies to block attacks and attract hatred.

But they were also able to fill every gap that appeared on the front line without fear of death.

Su Ling'er and Wang Xie were completely shocked when they saw this group of "senior brothers" with such different styles.

This sect is indeed terrifying.

What does it mean to let their corpses participate in this revenge with them personally?

Is there something wrong with what this senior brother said?

And then there's the fire-breathing sword lotus, the monster that makes you want to lie down, the exotic flowers and plants that take root wherever they land, and now there's something that can revive the dead and keep the fight going...

How many more evil spells do they have that we don't know about?!
The fighting style of this ancient demonic sect actually includes sword cultivators, beast cultivators, alchemists, plant cultivators, ghost cultivators, and thief cultivators.

As expected of the ancient demonic sect's legacy, its lineage is indeed very extensive!
They all look pretty much evenly matched.

Looking at the battlefield and then at himself, Wang Xiedi felt a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

"It seems like we can't do anything except follow orders and go to our deaths..."

Su Ling'er felt a pang of bitterness in her heart as she listened to his words.

She was also playing.

She activated the "Sword Refining Technique" and entered a demonic state, charging towards the monsters time and time again.

Even the weakest monster has the cultivation level of the early Core Formation stage.

Even when affected by the languid aura of the Wraith Beast, she could only rely on her strong physical body to withstand a few blows before being repeatedly swatted away.

Wang Xiedi fared even worse. As a Qi Refining stage cultivator, his spells couldn't even break through the defenses of the monsters he unleashed; they weren't even enough to scratch them.

In this earth-shattering battle, the two of them were far too weak and insignificant.

On the other side, Li Chunfeng, just by looking at it, also came to terms with reality.

He silently retreated to the entrance of the Stairway of Light.

This battle is beyond his control.

I don't even seem to have the qualifications to perform gua sha on a small monster.

So he found a spot next to the entrance of the Stairway of Light and continued to draw his sword and sheath it.

"Clang! Clang!"

Li Chunfeng saw new disciples constantly rushing up the stairs.

Their faces were filled with a fanaticism and excitement that he couldn't understand, and they shouted slogans before heading into the battlefield.

One after another, they went on and on, their spirit never ceasing.

Looking at the seemingly endless stream of Guixi Sect disciples, Li Chunfeng couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Sigh, this sect has so many disciples.

So many people, forging ahead without hesitation... that's a good thing.

He thought of the outer gate of Qingxu Temple, and of his own mortal body, which saw no hope whatsoever.

Here, at least he found that sliver of divine connection.

He finally made up his mind.

Here lies the extraordinary opportunity he has been searching for all his life.

No matter what, I will never leave again.

perhaps……

Let the past of Qingxu Temple, the struggles and resentments of ordinary people, go with the wind and dissipate.

As for Su Ling'er and Wang Xiedi... since they are fellow disciples, I won't inform on them either.

We can only hope that they will both be well in the future...

(End of this chapter)