The Living Stone Carving
Lan Fusheng and Bai Kejin placed the last Spirit Stone into the formation, and the golden Spiritual Power enveloped the pillar of light and the sea wall, which had expanded several times over, in no time.
Seeing this, Dong Fuzhu couldn't help but ask the golden-tailed Jiaoren beside her, "Senior, can doing this really prevent the leakage of Demonic Qi?"
Although these golden Spiritual Qi floating on the sea looked quite unusual, Dong Fuzhu was still somewhat worried.
Jin Liner's tail swayed unconsciously. "How should I know? I just randomly picked a formation and came here to let you try it out. Whether it works or not, we'll have to see."
Dong Fuzhu choked and silently shut up.
Just as Bai Ze said, this golden-tailed Jiaoren senior was not easy to get along with at all.
Jing Huan and the others did not notice the conversation between the Jiaoren and Dong Fuzhu. A small white beast was perched on his shoulder, and the group of people stared intently at the sea wall on the surface of the sea, which seemed to be a work of nature.
"These days, fewer and fewer Devil Creature are emerging from the pillar of light, and they're getting weaker and weaker," Jing Huan said softly.
Upon hearing this, the Jiaoren lying on the reef immediately scoffed, "What, you think fewer Devil Creature are bad? From what you're saying, it sounds like you actually want more Devil Creature!"
Jing Huan wasn't angry; he returned a gentle smile. Jin Liner rolled her eyes and then fell silent.
Dong Fuzhu took everything in, a slight smile playing on her lips.
These days they have figured out Jin Liner's personality very well. She may be sharp-tongued, but she is very reliable when it comes to getting things done.
Although she often says some harsh things, as long as you go along with what she says, or simply give her a smile, she will shut up.
Jin Liner remained silent, but Lan Fusheng offered an explanation for Jing Huan: "Fellow Daoist Jing probably means that the Devil Race Clan went to such great lengths to open this passage, yet only deployed some lowly minions; something seems amiss."
"Tch, who cares if he's right or wrong? As long as those Devil Creature dare to come, they'll never leave alive!" Jin Liner lashed out with her long tail, and a long crack instantly appeared in the rock beneath her.
The stench of demonic Demonic Qi that wafted towards them made them all hold their breath. Sang Ying raised her hand and swept her sword across, dispelling the almost suffocating stench.
"Are you ready?" she asked softly, leading the remaining six people into the pitch-black passageway ahead.
Sang Ying was answered with a few soft but firm "Mmm".
Sang Ying: "Alright, let's set off then!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the seven of them took a step forward and plunged into the dark path.
They swiftly passed through a thin mist. Even though they couldn't see the direction or hear any other sounds, the seven of them still relied on that signature Demonic Qi to grope their way forward through the black fog.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Sang Ying finally noticed a beam of light shining not far from her.
They stepped out of the misty area, Sang Ying looked up to see a vast, abandoned palace before them.
Strange patterns and designs were painted on the palace dome. Due to the age of the paint, the colors had faded, and it was no longer possible to make out what the images depicted. However, for some reason, Sang Ying and the others felt that these drawings were related to the Devil Race.
Beneath the semi-circular dome lay an empty stone chamber. Qing Shou, being exceptionally bold, took only a few steps to reach Sang Ying, appearing as if he wanted to help her scout the way.
The man had only taken a few steps when he shouted, "What is that?!"
The other six people were drawn to him and quickly went forward to see.
But on the stone wall to their left, they saw a three-headed, crimson dragon carved into it!
The stone wall is grayish-black, while the dragon is as red as blood. The sculptor used some unknown technique, but the three-headed dragon appears lifelike.
The red dragon on the gray-black stone wall was indescribably strange.
Bai Nianchou, who had been drawn over by Qing Shou's scream, was the first to see the stone carvings on the wall. He frowned, a sudden wave of disgust washing over him. "What is this thing?"
The dragon Dragon Race is actually quite tolerant of snakes and jiaos, after all, every now and then, there will always be a few jiaos that have transformed into dragons and ascend from the Lower Realm.
The Dragon Race accepted them without any hesitation.
However, the three-headed dragon carved from stone in front of him made Bai Nianchou feel uncomfortable no matter what he looked at.
If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. The red paint on the stone sculpture looked as if it had just been poured on, and if people sniffed carefully, they could also smell a faint bloody odor emanating from it.
Wait, the smell of blood?!
"Step back!" Realizing what was happening, Sang Ying quickly spoke, but she was still a step too late.
Just as they realized something was wrong and started to back away, the stone sculpture seemed to come alive and snapped at the nearest Dragon Race!
The Dragon Race, its shoulder bitten by the left head, clung to the stone wall. The three-headed dragon slowly walked out of the stone wall, as if it were escaping the cage that imprisoned it.
The other two heads roared at Sang Ying and the others, and the Dragon Race that was being bitten couldn't help but let out a few screams.
The three-headed dragon was enormous; it occupied most of the palace's stone chamber as soon as it appeared.
The Dragon Race that was bitten was under Qing Shou's command. He could not tolerate his warrior, who had followed him for so long, being swallowed up by the three-headed dragon, so he immediately drew his sword and stepped forward.
Swords forged from dragon scales are rare and powerful weapons on the Gods and Devils Battlefield, but here they can't even pierce the flesh of a three-headed dragon.
Not only him, Bai Nianchou and the others also rushed forward to help immediately. However, the Dragon Race, who were known for their strength, could not hurt the three-headed dragon no matter what they did. On the contrary, these Dragon Race were easily overturned by the three-headed dragon's tail, and Bai Nianchou was even thrown against the stone wall by its immense force.
Sang Ying's gaze sharpened. Was this why those Devil Creature dared not come to the Gods and Devils Battlefield through this passage?
"Ignore the other two heads, let's just save people and not get bogged down in the fight!" Sang Ying said, drawing her Dragon Abyss Sword.
Jiang Zhuoxue possessed powerful Divine Sense; upon seeing Sang Ying's actions, she immediately stepped forward to help Sang Ying draw all the anger away.
The three-headed dragon, attacked by Divine Sense, roared angrily and caught up with Jiang Zhuoxue's agile figure, as if it wanted to swallow this offending demonic Devil Dragon whole.
Sang Ying didn't let this opportunity pass, and plunged her sword into the left head. The Dragon Abyss Sword tore through the three-headed dragon's flesh, and in the intense pain, even though it was reluctant to part with this rare meal, it had no choice but to release its mouth.
Upon seeing this, Bai Nianchou and Qing Shou immediately stepped forward and dragged the injured person to a safe place.
The injured three-headed dragon abandoned Jiang Zhuoxue and turned to attack Sang Ying.
Sang Ying struck her target, but showed no intention of stopping. She gripped her sword even tighter, and in the blink of an eye, the once arrogant dragon's head snapped off and rolled to the ground.