"Elder Mei, which path should we take?" Yan Wushi looked at the fork ahead, then turned to Elder Mei.
Elder Mei said nothing. He raised his hand and scattered a cloud of silvery-white powder-the same pathfinding incense he had used earlier-which drifted toward the passages ahead.
Just then, an eerie layer of blood-colored light suddenly appeared on the ground beneath their feet. Vast clouds of bloody mist surged out of it and rapidly spread.
Everyone was startled. They hurriedly retreated and dodged, bringing out magic treasures or summoning puppet armor to protect themselves.
Yet whatever this bloody mist was, it easily penetrated the spiritual light of their magic treasures and puppet armor, seeping into Shen Luo and the others before turning into strange currents that rushed straight toward their minds.
Horrified, Shen Luo no longer dared to hold anything back. He circulated the Huangting Scripture at full power and unleashed the might of the Pure Yang Sword and the Demon-Slaying Remnant Sword. Pure yang golden light erupted skyward, neutralizing most of the bloody mist in time, but a small portion still seeped through his body and invaded his mind.
Shen Luo's mind buzzed. An intense craving for bloodshed and slaughter surged within him, and streaks of blood appeared in his eyes.
But he had resisted the bloodthirsty impulses of demonic qi many times and was already thoroughly familiar with handling them. He immediately circulated the Buzhou Suppression Divine Art, condensing the power of his divine soul into a phantom Buzhou Giant Peak within his mind, which instantly suppressed the bloodthirsty thoughts.
At the same time, the Coiled Dragon Jade and Dingyuan Sarira on his person lit up together. Two streams of pure power poured into his body and, working with the Buzhou Suppression Divine Art, crushed those bloodthirsty thoughts like