Mad Doctor No. 9

boom!

A muffled thud came from underground, and the entire valley trembled.

The ground to the southeast suddenly collapsed, creating a huge crater. At the bottom of the crater, one could see a large number of blood-red crystal fragments and broken rune patterns.

The crimson barrier, like shattered glass, began to crack and eventually dissipated into a cloud of blood mist.

"The formation has been broken! Fight your way through!"

However, Wang Tian was like a ghost, passing directly through the broken barrier and rushing towards the bronze-masked man!

"Protect him!" The four Blood Moon Cult elders moved almost simultaneously, each wielding a blood-red longsword several meters long, positioned in the four cardinal directions to block all of Wang Tian's escape routes.

Their cultivation levels were all at the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm, and each of their sword energies contained a strange blood poison that could corrode flesh and filthy true energy.

Wang Tian's expression remained unchanged; he simply made a gesture.

Circling.

He spun rapidly like a top, his star power forming a silver tornado. The four blood-red blade energies collided with the tornado and were shredded to pieces as if they had been thrown into the sea.

The next second, four beams of starlight shot out from the tornado and pierced the foreheads of the four elders!

The four men froze, the red light in their eyes faded, and they fell straight to the ground.

The man in the bronze mask finally took a step back, slamming his bone staff on the ground: "The Blood Moon descends, the Demon God descends!"

He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood that landed on a scarlet gem at the tip of the bone staff.

The gemstone emitted a bright crimson light, and a phantom of a blood moon appeared and disappeared in mid-air.

Under the moonlight, the Blood Moon Cult members' injuries healed rapidly, their eyes turned blood red, and they fell into a state of bloodlust.

"Blood Moon Priest..." Master Zhang Qingwei gasped, "This is using one's own body to draw upon a sliver of the Blood Moon Demon God's power! The price is immense, but the strength of all believers will double in a short time, and it's a life-or-death struggle!"

As expected, the Blood Moon Cult members who were originally on the verge of death got up one by one, let out inhuman roars, and rushed over madly.

Even the four dead elders were twitching uncontrollably, as if they might turn into corpses at any moment.

The tide of battle turned once again.

Wang Tian raised his head, looked at the blood moon phantom, and sneered, "Playing hard to get."

He raised his right hand, the Star Lord's Token hovering in his palm, its silver light illuminating the night sky.

"Kunlun has stood for a thousand years, its spiritual veins shining brightly. We cannot allow evil gods to defile it—seal it!"

A large number of silver runes surged out from the Star Lord's Token, like chains, flying towards the blood moon phantom.

The moment the rune made contact with the phantom, the blood-red light trembled violently, emitting a hissing sound, like a red-hot branding iron.

The phantom gradually faded and eventually disappeared.

"How could this be? How could Kunlun's restrictions obey you so readily?!" the bronze-masked man exclaimed in horror.

Wang Tian didn't give him that chance at all.

He took a step and was right in front of the masked man.

His right hand lashed out towards the other person's face with lightning speed.

The masked man roared and thrust his bone staff toward Wang Tian's chest. Blood-red light condensed, transforming into a steel needle, carrying the ultimate filth and curse power.

Wang Tian stood still, gripping the bone staff with his left hand.

"broken."

The power of the stars exploded, and the bone staff shattered inch by inch from the top, the ruby ​​inside turning into dust.

At the same time, his right hand was already on the bronze mask.

"Pick it."

The mask was forcibly ripped off, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a pale complexion and dark blood vessels.

The man's eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something.

Wang Tian's clenched fist tightened slightly.

"Snap." A crisp sound rang out.

His neck was broken, his eyes lost their luster, and he fell straight to the ground.

With the death of their leader, the remaining Blood Moon Cult members were like puppets whose strings had been pulled out; their bodies stiffened, and then the bloodlust in their eyes disappeared, and they fell to the ground one by one.

Clearly, these people have been placed under a restriction that connects them to the cult leader's life.

The outcome is decided.

The camp was in chaos, with bloodstains everywhere.

Fortunately, no one died, and those who were seriously injured were all treated.

While bandaging his wounds, Qin Feng smiled bitterly: "Luckily, Consultant Wang returned in time. If he had been ten minutes later, we would all be dead here."

Wang Tian found a blood-red jade slip on the bronze-masked man.

The jade slip contained some of the Blood Moon Cult's plans, and one piece of information in particular made his eyes turn cold.

"Seize the Star Lord's inheritance, open the Star Burial Platform, and bring the Demon God's true form here."

What kind of place is this?

He immediately contacted the Star Lord's Order and received a response quickly: "The Burial Star Platform is a forbidden area in Kunlun, corresponding to the Heavenly Connecting Platform. It is rumored that this is where the ancient Star Lord and the extraterrestrial demon god fought a great battle. It has powerful seals and spatial rifts."

The Blood Moon Cult's goals are far more complex than simply murder and robbery. They intend to use the Star Lord's legacy to break the seal on the Burial Star Platform and summon the true form of the 'Blood Moon Demon God'!

What truly plunged him into despair was the last line of small print:

"The apostles of the Eternal Life Society have reached a preliminary agreement with the Demon God. We must get there before them."

The Eternal Life Society... how could they collude with such cultists?

Wang Tian gripped the jade slip in his hand tightly, his gaze fixed on the depths of Kunlun.

All the clues seemed to point directly to the core secret of Kunlun.

"Clean up the battlefield. The wounded rest where they are. Those with minor injuries, come with me," Roland said decisively. "We need to get to the Sky-Reaching Platform before everyone else. If the Blood Moon Cult or the Eternal Life Society seizes control of the Star Burial Platform first... the consequences are unimaginable."

The exploration of the Kunlun Realm is no longer as simple as just exploring and vying for opportunities.

After a night's rest, the group continued their journey.

The seriously injured team members and two disciples from Longhu Mountain were left behind and cared for by an elder from the Murong family who was skilled in medicine.

The group, lightly equipped, followed behind Wang Tian and headed deeper into Kunlun.

The deeper you go, the stranger the surrounding environment becomes.

The sky was no longer a pure blue, but tinged with a faint purple, like a dream.

Glowing moss and crystal clusters began to appear on the ground, and visible auras floated in the air.

Occasionally, he would see creatures he had never seen before: winged snow foxes, transparent ice silkworms, and orbs of light leaping among the rocks...

"This is a land full of spiritual energy." Professor Zhou from the research team excitedly recorded the data. "The concentration of spiritual energy here is more than a hundred times higher than that outside. Theoretically, ordinary people living here can live to at least two hundred years old without any diseases."

But equally, there is also a deadly danger.