The Devil's Tribulation

Chapter 512 1 is on the verge of breaking out

Xiaoyao Valley in the world of dried bones.

In a relatively intact stone house, Pan Chengfeng sat up with a cry of "ouch!" "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts~ My bones are about to fall apart, oh my old waist~"

He quickly took out a Jade Dew Pill and swallowed it, then sighed and said, "If that old beast hadn't lured the underworld beast away, I would have died here if I had been hit twice more."

This was the most serious injury Pan Chengfeng had suffered since he started cultivating immortality. He had been lying down for ten days and had almost finished taking all the pills. He had finally recovered a little and was able to sit up.

He had been beaten five times by the underworld beast before, and almost all of his bones were broken, and his internal organs were also severely injured.

Pan Chengfeng reached out and grabbed a black scale on his neck. With a pull, a piece of black torn armor appeared in his hand.

Looking at the broken black dragon armor, Pan Chengfeng said distressedly: "It's completely broken. Now I can't even take it off with my mind. I can only pull it out by force."

This black dragon armor is a top-grade spiritual treasure, the workmanship of Master Feng, and it saved Pan Chengfeng twice. Once it offset Yu Huairen's fatal blow, and the second time it was from the underworld beast.

He carefully put away the Black Dragon Armor. It looked broken, but Pan Chengfeng was still thinking about whether he could take it back and have it repaired.

His equipment refining skills are not good enough, so he definitely can't repair it himself. He can only trouble Teacher Feng again.

Thirty bottles of 300 Jade Dew Pills have been consumed, and there is no healing medicine left in the storage bracelet. Pan Chengfeng thought to himself, "I should have prepared more earlier."

I thought it would be enough, but who would have thought he would be so badly injured and use up all his supplies at once.

Pan Chengfeng quickly practiced the Hunyuan Body Refining Technique, and felt his body recovering bit by bit. He said happily: "The Body Refining Technique is indeed more effective than the Great Emperor-level techniques~"

This meditation lasted another twenty days. After his injuries were mostly healed, Pan Chengfeng opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "It's almost done. Some injuries won't heal that quickly without elixirs. Let's leave here first."

Ever since he comprehended the laws of space, the cracks here are of no use to Pan Chengfeng, and he can go wherever he wants.

But now is not the time to be willful, and time is running out. The entrance will be opened in five months. If I don’t get out by then, I will have to stay in here for a thousand years! It’s scary to think about it.

It took him and Motian two months to get here from the ancient battlefield. It would take at least another two months to return to the ancient battlefield. There was not enough time.

Pan Chengfeng walked around Xiaoyao Valley again, wanting to see if there was anything else missing. As a result, he found that the spirit stone veins had also been mined out completely, without a single trace left. He presumably had been mined out by the three sects.

If he wanted to look for other sect ruins, he would definitely not have enough time, and his wives were still waiting for him to come home.

Pan Chengfeng thought that the girls must be worried about him, so he bowed towards the abandoned hall and left, eager to go home.

On the other side of the Dry Bone Realm, the disheveled Mo Tian was chased by the Nether Beast for more than a month. Relying on his background as a demon lord, he finally managed to shake off the Nether Beast.

Now he doesn't dare to go back to Xiaoyao Valley, for fear of being harassed by the underworld beast again.

The dark beast is not only immune to magic, but also to curses. There are only two ways to cause damage to it.

One is physical attack, but the physical strength of the Nether Beast is stronger than that of the Demon Heaven. The other is mental attack.

Motian is not good at mental attacks, and the so-called mental attacks also need to be at the Mahayana level to be effective.

Most demons are not good at this, so Motian didn’t dare to look back and could only move desperately towards the depths of the Dry Bone Realm.

There is an altar there. That altar is the only way for Motian to go home. It has been millions of years, and no one knows if it is still there.

Deep in the black stone forest.

Shangguan Heng, Shangguan Kui and Shangguan Ping sat on the ground, discussing the upcoming battle.

The three formation masters of the three teams of the Shangguan family set up three formations with the help of Pang Qiaoqiao. Whether they can get out alive this time depends on the effectiveness of these three formations.

Over the past year or so, Pang Qiaoqiao's attainments in formations have improved a lot, and she is already close to the level of a formation master.

You know, for every major force, as long as there is a formation master, the overall strength of the sect will be raised to a higher level.

However, it was impossible to hold back at least tens of thousands of Void-Refining cultivators with just the few formations set up that day, so Shangguan Heng naturally prepared other means.

Shangguan Kui transmitted the message: "Three hundred miles to the west, there is a gathering place of angry wind wolves. There are quite a lot of them, at least three thousand angry wind wolves at the fourth or fifth level of body refinement, five leader wolves at the early sixth level of body refinement, and one wolf king at the late sixth level of body refinement."

Shangguan Ping continued, "There is also a group of monsters in the north. They are flying monsters, owls! There are about a thousand of them, two leaders in the middle stage of the sixth level of body refining, and an owl king in the late stage of the sixth level of body refining!"

Shangguan Heng nodded and said, "With the hidden demon plant in the east, it should be able to cause them considerable trouble."

Shangguan Ping said worriedly: "Cousin, even if we have these monsters and plants to hold them back, it is unlikely that we can delay until the entrance opens. Do you have any other plans?"

Shangguan Heng smiled bitterly and said, "There is no plan. Our last line of defense is the valley entrance in the north. We will stay there and delay as long as we can."

There is a small valley in the north, with no roads around it and only an opening with a diameter of about fifty meters. If the dozens of them cannot defend the three formations, they can only retreat there and make a final resistance.

In fact, Shangguan Heng had other arrangements, but he couldn't say it because he was not sure whether that method would work.

The three of them discussed how to delay time for a while, and then the servant came to report: "Young Master, Situ Xian is coming with more than 30,000 people, just ahead!"

Shangguan Heng took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, prepare for battle. Shangguan Ping, you go and lure the Owl King. Uncle, you go and lure the wolves. Lure them all over here. We will hide in the formation first!"

Situ Xian, ignoring Uncle Gu's advice, was the first to catch up with Shangguan Heng. Seeing the formation activated, Situ Xian sneered, "Shangguan Heng, I thought you had some brilliant arrangements, but I didn't expect you just set up a few formations. I'm really disappointed."

Shangguan Heng looked at the tens of thousands of cultivators and said calmly, "If you want the demon-companion grass on my body, then kill me first. There is no need to say any more nonsense."

“Hahaha, hahaha~” Situ Xian laughed wildly, “The Yu Lei Sect is worthy of being the number one sect. It has backbone, so don’t blame me for not thinking about the friendship between the three sects!”