novellhall Chapter 151 Demon Cave
Chapter 151 Demon Cave
Chapter 151 Demon Cave
"Boy, go away! Remember what you said!" Xue Di waved his hand.
Jiang Siming only felt a huge force, and an ice-blue light curtain appeared around him, wrapping him up. The surrounding environment seemed to change shape and scenery, and the next moment he appeared in an endless snowfield.
"What the hell is going on?" Jiang Siming couldn't keep up with the rapidly developing plot.
The blue light curtain gradually disappeared. Jiang Siming raised his right hand and looked at the half of the snowflake mark. A strange emotion surged from his heart. Jiang Siming was actually reluctant to leave this world of ice and snow.
"Let's go out first." Jiang Siming shook his head and muttered.
"Xue'er, what are you going to do? First you let Bingbing follow him, and this time you even took half of the original power. Is this gamble really worth it?" Bingdi's eyes were a little red. Looking at the woman in front of him who seemed to have aged a little, his heart ached.
"I have no choice. My heavenly tribulation will come in ten thousand years at the latest. The last tribulation almost killed me. This time I will definitely die. I must take a gamble." Xue Di smiled somewhat sadly.
"Aren't you afraid that he is lying to you?" Bingdi asked, forcing himself to calm down.
"He was branded with half of my essence. I can feel that what he said is true. I'm afraid the God Realm really won't allow an alien like me to become a God."
"All I can do is wait." Xue Di murmured.
But the two emperors didn’t know that this wait would last for ten thousand years.
What will the scene be like when we meet again?
Half a month later, in a fortress on the edge of the Far North.
Jiang Siming finally walked out of the endless snowfield. His clothes were already tattered, and it was obvious that this journey was not peaceful.
His powerful muscles were exposed, but he didn't feel cold at all. He even felt a little comfortable.
"This mark is really magical." Jiang Siming touched half of the mark on his hand, and felt it was gentle and kind.
Jiang Siming looked up at the two golden characters, Mo Mansion, and couldn't help but sneer.
Jiang Siming did not find Zhu Zhuqing and the others. After asking around, he found out that the eldest son of the Mo family in the Ice Fortress was so shocked by Zhu Zhuqing and Shui Yue'er that he actually flirted with the two girls in the street.
Given Dai Mubai's hot temper, how could he tolerate this? He would immediately make the eldest son of the Mo family unhappy forever. However, as the largest family in the Ice Fortress, with a Soul Saint in charge, how could the Mo family easily let the three people off?
Zhu Zhuqing and others had to be forced to leave.
Jiang Siming walked towards the gate of the Mo Mansion step by step. With every step, the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger.
The doorman at the Mo Mansion looked at Jiang Siming, who was wearing tattered clothes, and hurriedly stopped him. "Where did you come from, you stinky beggar? Don't you know where you are? Get out of here!" He even wanted to kick Jiang Siming.
The next moment, a heart-wrenching cry attracted the shocked gazes of the pedestrians on the street. The Mo family of the Ice Fortress had a Soul Saint in charge, so few people dared to come and cause trouble.
The streets that were bustling just a moment ago suddenly became empty. It was obvious that the Mohist school's ruthless methods made people shudder.
"Mercy! Mercy!" the servant begged frantically.
Jiang Siming obviously didn't waste any more words with him. He kicked him away, leaving a trail of blood in the air. When he fell to the ground, he had turned into ice chips.
With the Juexian Sword in his hand, sword energy flashed and the door of the Mo Mansion exploded instantly.
Only a residual shadow was left where Jiang Siming was originally.
Countless sword energies flashed in the Mohist School. The earth was no longer snow-white, but full of scarlet.
Jiang Siming has never been a person who is indecisive, nor does he claim to be a good person. He has always been a person who respects me one foot, and I respect him ten feet. If someone offends me, I will make him pay double.
Jiang Siming already has a murderous intention, so why should he fear cause and effect?
"Who is so bold?" A stern shout suddenly came, and a sharp sword energy instantly attacked Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming dodged the attack and a huge gash was created on the ground.
A majestic white-haired old man appeared in front of Jiang Siming, holding a large icy knife in his hand.
"Who are you? How dare you kill my Mohist disciples!" The old man said angrily as he looked at the corpses and blood on the ground.
"Let me ask you, how are the three young men you were chasing now?" Jiang Siming said in a cold voice, and the Juexian Sword slowly touched the ground, with sword energy flowing.
The white-haired old man laughed loudly when he heard Jiang Siming's words. "Of course I had enough of playing with the two little girls. I threw their bodies in the wilderness to feed the soul beasts. As for the man, I cut his body into pieces with one cut of my sword. It was a quick death for him."
"Huh!" Jiang Siming took a deep breath, his eyes slightly red at this moment. Although he didn't believe what the other party said, because Jiang Siming could still feel that his sword seal still had an owner, it meant that Zhu Zhuqing and others were not in any serious trouble, but after hearing what the other party said, how could Jiang Siming calm down.
"You are looking for death!" Jiang Siming tightly grasped the Juexian Sword in both hands, his eyes already filled with bloodshot.
In just half an hour, there was no able-bodied man left in the Mohist sect except the elderly, the weak, women and children.
The Soul Saint was nailed to the pillar of the Mohist Temple. With fear in his eyes, he kept muttering, "Devil! Devil!"
"Tell me, where did those three young men go?" Jiang Siming's cold voice echoed in the ancestral hall.
The old, weak, women and children around all looked at Jiang Siming, whose body was covered in the blood of the Mo family, with fear and resentment, but they dared not utter a word. They curled up in the corner, looking at the Soul Saint who was once high and mighty, but now acted like a dead dog.
"Devil! You are a devil! You are just like them, ghosts. Ghosts." The Soul Saint kept muttering, the fear in his eyes gradually turned into dullness, and finally he was completely out of breath.
"Me and them?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but frown.
Jiang Siming turned around and said coldly to the group of old, weak, women and children, "Does anyone among you understand what he means?"
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look Jiang Siming in the eyes.
"Very good! Since none of you want to tell me, I will kill one person every minute until someone tells me!" Jiang Siming's cold voice sounded like a Shura from hell.
Jiang Siming had already killed so many people and didn't mind a few more, so no one thought he was joking.
"I know, I don't want to die!" A middle-aged woman stood up slowly with trembling legs and a terrified expression.
"Speak!" Jiang Siming shouted loudly.
The middle-aged woman shuddered all over, not daring to look directly at Jiang Siming, and said tremblingly, "Devil's Cave, 300 miles north of the Ice Fortress, there is a devil's cave. It was created by a meteorite that fell from the sky 200 years ago. Within a radius of ten miles, the ice and snow have melted, and no grass grows. The Mohist family has an ancestral precept that forbids tribesmen from entering the devil's cave. They must have gone there. The tribe leader went in and said that there are really demons there. I don't know anything else. My lord, please forgive me!"
"Devil's cave?"
(End of this chapter)