jdhmnovel Chapter 130 Demon Puppet
Chapter 130 Demon Puppet
"Is that Elder Gao? How could that be?"
"Didn't Elder Qiao self-destruct his golden core and perish together with the demonic cultivator? How could he be turned into a puppet? Damn demonic cultivators, what have you done!"
"Let me go! I need to save Elder Liu! He... he saved me! I can't just watch him become a puppet!"
"Junior Sister, calm down! That's not Elder Liu, he's dead!"
"No! You're lying! Don't pull me away!"
"Pa!" A crisp slapping sound was heard.
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The eight elders are elders from the eight major sects. They were once the disciples' teachers, but now they have become enemies.
Those who found it even harder to accept all of this were the elders leading the eight major sects.
"Senior Brother Gao, wake up! Don't be deceived by demonic cultivators."
"Old Joe, Old Joe, you're still alive! No, why have you become like this?"
"Junior Brother Liu, I will take good care of your disciple. I will not let you become the person you hate the most."
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These puppets are all the senior brothers and sisters of the team leader. They grew up and cultivated together, and are the most trusted relatives. Some of them were even partners who once made vows. But now, they have become enemies who face each other with swords drawn.
The once calm and composed captains, armed with weapons, charged towards the demon puppets. Their swords and blades swung swiftly, even as their hearts bled and tears streamed down their faces.
The sect disciples, consumed by grief and hatred, charged towards the demons. Their reason had been exhausted, leaving only the power of revenge.
Compared to the previous battles where the outcome was of great concern, the battles now are fought without regard for life.
Lin Xuanjin's eyes reddened slightly. Those demon puppets were people he had met before, and even fought alongside, but now they had lost their souls and were working for the demons. How could this not break him?
His sword showed no mercy; the icy blade, carrying an unstoppable killing intent, cleaved the demonic cultivator in front of him in two. Ice spikes spread around him, turning the demonic cultivators surrounding him into a "beehive."
Those demonic cultivators charged forward recklessly, wave after wave, wielding weapons wildly and tearing at the cultivators with their mouths wide open. Even though they were covered in wounds, they could recover quickly.
Screams and cries for help rose and fell, the number of wounded continued to increase, and some disciples even chose to self-destruct their golden cores and die because they could not withstand the fierce biting of the demonic cultivators.
The demon puppet and the sect's leading elder were evenly matched in strength. The elders were unable to leave to rescue the people and could only struggle against the puppet in front of them.
"Ah! Help!" A disciple was being bitten on the arm by two demonic cultivators and was unable to struggle at all.
Suddenly, two sword blades slashed down, swiftly severing the demonic cultivator's head.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Song!" The disciple was so excited that tears and snot streamed down his face, and he could barely speak.
"Evacuate immediately," Song Huai'an ordered.
A sword blade grazed past him from behind. Song Huai'an turned around and saw a demonic cultivator being cut in half.
"Senior Brother, you must also be careful!" Ye Qianqian's sword danced beautifully, and the water-laden blade quickly slashed towards the two demonic cultivators.
Song Huai'an dared not delay and continued to rescue people.
"I'll smash you to death! You filthy thing!" Jian Yue slammed her pipa down, smashing several approaching demonic cultivators until their heads bled. Li Xuanhao's fists were flying everywhere as he stood guard beside Jian Yue, not letting any demonic cultivators get close. His luxurious clothes were stained with foul-smelling blood, but he didn't care at all, only wanting to protect his junior sister.
Si Jinchuan swung his broadsword, unleashing a wind blade that cleaved the demonic cultivator into pieces. Then, a massive whirlwind appeared around him, engulfing dozens of demonic cultivators who were instantly torn apart.
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Si, be careful! I almost got caught in it too!" Lin Jingquan shouted, unleashing more than a dozen Rank 6 explosive talismans that blew off the heads of several demonic cultivators.
Before Si Jinchuan could reply, a demonic cultivator at the Golden Core stage suddenly rushed over. Lin Jingquan had already used up all the talismans in his hand, and he hurriedly reached for his storage bag, but the demonic cultivator was already in front of him.
"Ah!" the demonic cultivator suddenly shouted.
Behind him were more than a dozen steel needles, and his body was entangled in vines.
Seeing this, Si Jinchuan's wind blades swept in like a storm, instantly tearing the demonic cultivator to shreds.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qin."
"You're welcome!" Qin Muyang flicked his fan, sending dozens of steel needles flying towards the demonic cultivator in the distance, who instantly fell into the Black Sea.
A junior disciple who had been scratched by the demonic cultivator nodded gratefully and instantly teleported back using a teleportation talisman.
"Boom! Boom!"
As the explosion rang out, Qin Muyang, while dealing with the demonic cultivator in front of him, looked toward the source of the sound.
Before Zhong Yingxiu stood a massive magic array. She manipulated the array, which rapidly launched hundreds of flaming boulders that crashed into the demonic cultivators and their warships. Meanwhile, Shen Cheng activated a defensive array, protecting not only Zhong Yingxiu but also bringing in the injured disciples and placing them on the teleportation array to be sent back.
Various sounds mingled together, including the cries of spirit beasts.
"Moo!"
"Ah Niu! Charge!"
"Ouch!"
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Although the sect disciples were not weak in combat, there were too many demonic cultivators, like ants swarming out of their nest. After half a day of fighting, nearly half of the disciples were either injured or killed.
The Luoze Sword in Xie Wanning's hand had long since turned blood red, and her body was covered in wounds. However, she did not have enough spiritual power to cleanse herself of the bloodstains, and even her pills were almost exhausted.
She saved many disciples, and quickly distributed the pills and talismans from her storage bag. She didn't use the items in her soul storage bag; they were left to her by her sister to save her life.
After killing more than a dozen demonic cultivators, Xie Wanning's spiritual energy was almost depleted.
Suddenly, a knife was thrust at Xie Wanning from behind.
"Bang!"
The sound of clashing swords made Xie Wanning turn her head, and she saw Meng Qingyue struggling to hold his sword and confront the demonic cultivator.
Xie Wanning severed the demonic cultivator's head with a single sword strike and activated the defensive magic artifact on her body.
Meng Qingyue was covered in injuries, and her left hand was broken.
Xie Wanning quickly supported him, and Meng Qingyue fell into a deep sleep, powerless.
"Second Junior Brother! Meng Qingyue!"
Xie Wanning discovered that Meng Qingyue had long since run out of spiritual power. Without spiritual roots, he could not maintain his spiritual power, and the battle he had been forcing himself to fight with all his might had reached his limit.
Xie Wanning carried Meng Qingyue back to where the Muxue Sect disciples were, only to find that Mu Zhi and Mu Ruo had already fainted on the ground. Blood was spilling from the corner of Mu Zhi's mouth, and Mu Ruo's fingers were covered with scratches from the strings of the zither.
After settling the two of them in, Qi Shaozhuo caught Meng Qingyue. He looked at Xie Wanning, who was about to leave, and asked worriedly, "Senior Sister, do you still want to fight?"
Xie Wanning smiled helplessly, "The demonic cultivators haven't finished fighting yet, how can I stop?" She swallowed an eighth-grade spirit-restoring pill and continued to fight in the air.
Only a handful of direct disciples and inner disciples from major sects remained in the air, while the rest were either injured and forced to retreat or died.
Meanwhile, the sect's senior leaders and sect masters continued their fierce battle against the puppets.
The puppets' spiritual energy recovers extremely quickly, and they fight without any skill, relying entirely on instinct. This reckless fighting style makes them impossible to defeat easily.
All the demonic cultivators were killed, and Xie Wanning followed the others to the place where they were fighting the puppets.
Xie Wanning vaguely saw the blue blade ahead. She gripped the sword in her hand and flew quickly towards it.