jdhmnovel Chapter 137 Tracing the Fragrant Grass 5
Chapter 137 Tracing the Fragrant Grass 5
Every wave of Elder Yan Hao's whisk carried a righteous spirit, like a messenger of light dispelling darkness.
The black-robed man's swordplay became increasingly sinister, like a vicious wolf lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce and bite at any moment.
The two forces collided, causing the entire ruins to tremble with a deafening roar.
It looked like it was about to collapse; stones kept falling down, like a rain of stones.
Elder Yan Hao defeated the man in black robes with his terrifyingly profound skills.
The man in black robes collapsed to the ground with a thud, like a lump of mud.
The group left the ruins with the fragrant herbs, feeling incredibly happy. Everyone was overjoyed!
With the crucial clue of the fragrant herb, they were one step closer to stopping the witchcraft rituals.
Next, based on the information they have obtained, they will do their utmost to locate the site of the shamanistic rituals.
An even fiercer battle was quietly brewing amidst the turmoil of the spirit world.
Everyone knew that time was of the essence and dared not delay even slightly.
After returning to Qingxin Valley and resting briefly, they began to try their best to deduce the location of the witchcraft ritual based on the existing clues.
The tiny clover studied ancient books day and night, almost blinding itself, trying to find a clue in those obscure and maddening records.
She sat amidst a pile of ancient books, like a diligent little bee busily working among the flowers of books.
Finally, in an old, crumbling scroll, she discovered some connections.
The inscription records that the witchcraft religion once held an important ceremony in a place called "Dark Abyss Valley".
It is said that this place is one of the passages connecting the realms of Yin and Yang, and the Yin energy is so heavy that it can freeze a person into an icicle.
It was perfect for their disgusting and nauseating rituals, feeling like a terrifying stage prepared specifically for dark ceremonies.
Dugu Lin and the Wolf King immediately set off to investigate the area around Dark Abyss Valley.
Dark Abyss Valley is located on the edge of the spirit world, surrounded by desolation and filled with a chilling, goosebump-inducing atmosphere.
As they approached the valley entrance, they felt an incredibly strong resistance, as if an invisible hand was desperately trying to prevent them from entering.
The feeling was like being blocked by an invisible wall, making one both curious and nervous.
Dugu Lin mustered all his strength, his spiritual energy bubbling and surging like boiling water, as he strained to break through the mysterious force blocking their path.
Like a rampaging bull, determined to push a hole through the invisible wall in front of it.
After finally entering the valley, wow, it was filled with bizarrely shaped rocks, all of them strangely formed.
Some resemble menacing monsters, while others look like twisted giants, as if a bizarre "strange rock party" has been held in this gloomy place.
From time to time, eerie roars echoed from the bottom of the valley, sounding like a giant monster yelling "I'm hungry," sending chills down one's spine.
Suddenly, a swarm of bizarre monsters that looked like bats but had rabbit heads flew in from all directions, buzzing like a swarm of hornets whose nest had been disturbed.
These rabbit-headed bats are as fast as lightning, and their claws are so sharp they can cut through steel plates; just looking at them makes your scalp tingle.
The wolf king leaped into the air with a "whoosh" and engaged in "aerial combat" with them. With each bite, it accurately bit off a rabbit-headed bat, as if it were eating skewers of bats that were delivered to its door automatically.
Dugu Lin was equally decisive, brandishing his longsword, its sword energy seeming to have eyes as it darted about in all directions.
In an instant, the corpses of rabbit-headed bats fell to the ground with a "pitter-patter" sound, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, creating a scene resembling a "bat rain".
But these rabbit-headed bats are like cockroaches that can't be killed, they keep popping up.
It feels like their lair is an endless "bat pocket," no matter how hard you try to destroy it, you can't get rid of it.
The further we went in, the more uneasy we felt.
Suddenly, a massive black altar appeared before them. The altar was ancient and mysterious, covered with densely packed runes.
The runes looked like a group of wriggling insects, incomprehensible no matter how you looked at them, yet they faintly exuded a powerful and evil force, making you feel as if you would be swallowed by darkness if you touched them.
The altar was surrounded by various ritual implements, which exuded an evil aura.
The sheer number of them was dazzling, like an "evil supermarket" overflowing with dark treasures.
Dugu Lin's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "This place is a big problem. If we don't stop the witch cult's conspiracy soon, the entire cultivation world will probably suffer."
He acted decisively, using his telepathic communication technique, as if he had turned on a walkie-talkie.
She told Hua Yeman and the others, who were far away in Qingxin Valley, everything about the situation here.
Not long after, a large group of cultivators, led by Elder Yan Hao, arrived at Dark Abyss Valley at breakneck speed.
The arrival of these reinforcements was like a shot in the arm for Dugu Lin and the Wolf King, instantly filling them with renewed fighting spirit.
This also filled everyone present with confidence for the upcoming battle between good and evil, making them feel that victory was just around the corner.
The leader of the witchcraft cult, upon seeing the suddenly appearing cultivator, was not afraid at all.
He then laughed arrogantly, "Haha, you've come at the perfect time! This is where you'll all die today!"
The laughter was like the hooting of a night owl, sharp and piercing, making one feel uncomfortable all over.
The battle erupted instantly, with cultivators and members of the witch cult grappling together in a chaotic scene.
The shamans chanted incantations, their hands moving in rapid, twitching hand gestures as if in a frenzy.
Suddenly, all sorts of bizarre spells appeared in their hands, like magic tricks.
The black smoke billowed out rapidly, shrouding the entire valley in darkness. Nothing could be seen clearly; it felt like falling into a giant ink vat.
The cultivators were not intimidated by this display of strength. They huddled together tightly, cooperating with each other like a group of united ants.
Despite the occasional injuries and falls, the others immediately rushed forward with renewed vigor.
Rescuing the wounded and then continuing the fight—the scene was like a thrilling relay race.
At this moment, Hua Yeman displayed her skills, her hands moving like two nimble little birds, quickly forming hand seals.
As she moved, pale blue spiritual energy shields appeared out of thin air, like sturdy umbrellas protecting her injured companions from harm.
Hua Yeqing was even more dashing, wielding a gleaming sword, and with a swift movement, he charged into the enemy ranks like an arrow released from a bow.
Her sword flashed and twirled, like a magnificent dance.
Each swing accurately struck a member of the witchcraft cult, who screamed and fell to the ground like felled wheat.