Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 531 Bewitching

Min Xiao's heart rang with alarm, and he instinctively dodged to the side. However, the sword flash came too fast and too quickly! With a "swish", his arm was severed at the shoulder, and dark demonic blood spurted out! If he hadn't instinctively deflected a few inches at the critical moment, the sword would have split him in half!

He groaned and retreated quickly. As the demonic energy surged, the flesh on his broken arm squirmed and a new arm grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, the blood color on his face faded a little, and his breath became slightly disordered, which was not easy to detect.

He made a "tsk" sound, forcibly suppressing the irritation and fear in his heart, and stared sinisterly at Jun Ning, who was standing opposite him with a sword in hand, his clothes fluttering like frost and snow.

This woman is so difficult to deal with!

"Min Xiao! Is there really that damn magic sword hidden under the Demonic Abyss? You have never told us about this in detail!" After hearing what Min Xiao had just said, and considering the disciples of the Immortal Sect's desperate action of rushing to the top of the mountain, the other Demon Lords couldn't help but become suspicious. They sent voice messages to ask questions, and seemed a little restless.

Although they were powerful, their brains were not very sharp. When they heard that even their own think tanks seemed to be afraid of the legendary object, they were suddenly confused.

Min Xiao was practically pissed off by these idiot teammates! When he asked them to destroy the enemy's formation, they were so slow and inefficient. Now, they were so intimidated by a few bluffing actions and words from their opponents that they were completely uneasy. They were simply failing to accomplish anything and were only causing trouble!

"Even we haven't confirmed it, and it's only mentioned in ancient legends. How can these greenhorns get the exact information?! Use your brains!" He practically roared back, his tone filled with the rage of a man who was disappointed in his friend - they believed everything they said, are they going to eat shit?!

However, despite scolding him, Min Xiao did not stop his actions at all.

He knew very well that it was better to believe it than not to believe it, and he would never let any accidents happen.

Like invisible tentacles, divine thoughts quickly conveyed their orders: "Split up! One team, do your utmost to disrupt and destroy the arrangements of those human formation cultivators! The other team, at all costs, stop the group heading up the mountain! We absolutely cannot let them get close to the Demonic Abyss!"

Min Xiao cursed inwardly: "They all lack even this much foresight! Does he have to do everything himself? Even if he were a demon with three heads and six arms, he wouldn't be able to handle such a huge battlefield!"

Glancing once again at Shi Yubai, who was still suspended in the air like a computer, Min Xiao inwardly sighed, "Pah!" Could it be that this so-called Demon Lord had been sealed away for too long, his spirit yet to fully merge with this new demonic body? He was so lame at this crucial moment!

"These idiots are unreliable after all!" Min Xiao was filled with anger and immediately ordered the tough and strong power demon to step forward to block Jun Ning Daojun's subsequent continuous attacks like a blizzard for him. At the same time, he ordered those demon generals and soldiers to use their numerical advantage and their lives to fill in the gaps, to delay, and to block the advance of the immortal monks!

The demon clan doesn’t have much else to offer, except that they have a huge number of demon sons and grandsons, and they are fearless and unafraid of death!

No matter how high your cultivation level is or how sophisticated your skills are, you must first resolve the obstacles in front of you, right?

After making all the arrangements, Min Xiao took a deep breath and used his innate magical power of deceiving and bewitching people to the extreme.

His voice, full of temptation and twisted power, once again accurately reached the ears of the young monks who had already reached the top of the mountain or were struggling to climb. This time, he targeted the fear, hesitation, and attachment to life that might exist deep in everyone's heart:

"Look, that bottomless devil's abyss, roiling with the darkest and most turbid energy in the world. It is a forbidden zone for life, a place of eternal annihilation where even light that falls into it will be swallowed up... Your cultivation is not easy. How many years and summers have you gone through to reach the level of cultivation you have today?

Are there any parents at home waiting for you to return? Do you have a like-minded Taoist companion in mind? Are there any unfinished skills or unfulfilled promises within the sect?

His voice became deep and magnetic, as if a close friend was giving earnest advice in his ear: "Are you going to waste your best years and your infinite future just for a vague legend that you don't even know exists?

Look around you, your comrades are bloodied and their bodies are scattered all over the ground. Is this the price you pay for pursuing the "right path"? Is it worth it?

Turn back, turn around and leave, you can still save your life, there may be a chance for him to make a comeback one day.

Why make this senseless sacrifice at this moment, only to cause grief to loved ones and joy to enemies?

"Look at the people around you..." His voice was strangely inciting. "They may be filled with passion, blinded by the so-called 'great cause,' but what about you? Are you really willing to die with them? The monsters that roam these mountains are endless to kill, and your strength is constantly depleting... If you persist, the only way you will end up exhausted and dying."

If you retreat now, no one will blame you. Survival is the most instinctive choice for all living things..."

"And you, Lu Wensheng," his voice condensed into a single line, carrying a biting chill and sarcasm, piercing Lu Wensheng's mind, "As the leader, shouldering thousands of expectations, yet you want to lead your fellow disciples who trust you, towards this dead end where there is no hope for life?

If the divine sword is but an illusion, what will you do? Watching them perish one by one in this demonic abyss because of your wrong decisions, can your heart of Taoism bear such a mountain of sin?

"If you turn back now and admit defeat, at least... you can save their lives. It's not your responsibility as a leader to lead them to their deaths!"

He deliberately sowed discord, undermining everyone's trust in Lu Wensheng. "The Demonic Abyss is a hopeless situation, a 100% certainty of death! This isn't courage, it's sheer folly! As the leader, Lu Wensheng might have some secret magic to protect him, perhaps offering a glimmer of hope... But what about you? You're merely stepping stones to his goal, pawns ready to be sacrificed at any moment! Gambling your lives on a possibility he can't even guarantee—isn't that too high a price to pay?"

"Turn back! If you retreat now, you still have a chance to save your life.

As long as you are willing to submit, open your souls, and embrace this more powerful power, you will not only survive, but also gain a lifespan and strength far longer than you currently possess! A man of insight is a true hero. Why waste your life for such fleeting beliefs?

What Min Xiao is betting on is the selfishness and fear of death deep in people's hearts.

He believed that among these young monks, there would always be some who would be shaken, retreat, and be afraid.

As long as one person has the intention to retreat, it may trigger a chain reaction, which is enough to make this cohesive spearhead team disintegrate from within and fall apart!

The battlefield is filled with demonic shadows and murderous aura. He wants to rely on his own strength to completely muddy the waters of this battlefield and kill all the hopes of the Immortal Sect in the bud!

However, he ultimately underestimated the power of something.

It is a backbone that would rather break than bend, formed by faith, affection, and the deepest love for the land beneath our feet.