Chaos Dao Sheng Jue

Chapter 225 The Good Intentions of the Ancients

Jiang Dayan stared at the terrifying tornado in front of him through the spherical array light curtain.

While controlling the formation light curtain to fly backwards desperately to resist the suction of the tornado and achieve the effect of slowing down.

While carefully observing the changes in the light curtain of the formation, he could immediately escape if there was anything abnormal.

When he was refining the formation flags, he actually had a trick up his sleeve. If anything unexpected happened, he would immediately set up a small formation light curtain, just like the protective qi, and then teleport away.

If they move forward another hundred meters or so, he and other monks in the out-of-body stage will be able to teleport into the portal.

As for the life and death of the remaining Nascent Soul cultivators, Jiang Dayan didn't even consider it.

suddenly,

"Click... click, click, click..."

The spherical formation light curtain shattered like glass, with continuous cracking sounds. Then terrible cracks appeared on the surface of the formation light curtain, and then it all shattered.

Jiang Dayan was so frightened that he quickly threw out several formation flags, and a formation light curtain that could just accommodate him was formed instantly.

Jiang Dayan disappeared from the spot in an instant, but he still underestimated the attraction of the tornado. Even if he teleported, he still couldn't escape the fate of being sucked into the tornado.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." The whistling sound of the tornado, without the soundproofing effect of the formation's light curtain, was immediately and clearly heard by everyone.

At the same time, everyone lost control of their bodies due to the powerful attraction of the tornado and kept spinning in the air.

"what……"

Countless screams, mixed with regret, fear, and helplessness, were heard. Soon they were sucked into the tornado, and their bodies were shredded by the fierce wind like chopping melons and vegetables.

Countless blood mists burst out in the air again, like gorgeous red fireworks, blooming in an instant and disappearing quickly, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

Dai Zong's face also turned gloomy when he saw this, and he felt that his campaign had failed.

He had finally fought for this opportunity to go down in history. If he succeeded, he would be known as a pioneer in exploring new secret realms.

If I fail, won’t I become a joke?

"Alas... we failed after all!" Tens of thousands of monks who were watching shook their heads and sighed.

"Yes! This tornado is so evil. In my opinion, unless a powerful person in the God Transformation Stage appears in the world, it is possible to resist this tornado and reach the portal." A young monk among the onlookers said to his companions.

"Tsk... do you even need to tell me that? But are there any cultivators in the Spiritualization Stage in Beichen Continent now? Besides, some things cannot be solved by having a high level of cultivation.

Just like the Canglan Secret Realm can only be entered by cultivators below the Fusion Stage, and the Tianyin Mountain Secret Realm can only be entered by cultivators below the Nascent Soul Stage, okay?"

The young monk's companion retorted with disdain.

As the two of them were arguing with each other,

Suddenly, a tall and burly figure appeared like a ghost.

This scared both of them half to death, and after seeing the person's appearance clearly, they felt even more horrified.

Isn’t this Dai Zong, the man who “kills without blinking an eye and eats human flesh without adding salt”? What is he doing here? Did he hear what I said wrongly just now?

"Senior...Senior..." Both of them were only cultivators in the middle stage of fusion. They never thought that their boasting would attract Dai Zong, the god of death. They bowed quickly and said respectfully.

"What did you just say?" Dai Zong pointed at the slightly fat monk.

Just now, Dai Zong, who was at a loss, overheard what they were arguing about. He seemed to have an idea, but he didn't grasp the key point.

"Ah? Just now? What did I say just now? Reply... Reply to Senior, I didn't say anything just now." The fat monk said anxiously.

I was afraid that I would say something wrong and draw the displeasure of this killing god, and suffer an unexpected disaster.

"Hmph! Say again what you two were arguing about just now, or I will throw you into the tornado." Dai Zong said coldly with an unhappy look on his face.

The two monks were so frightened upon hearing this that they repeated their previous argument tremblingly.

After Dai Zong's figure disappeared, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, feeling as if they had survived a calamity, and then flew away desperately on their swords.

Dai Zong was inspired by what the two said. If the other side of the portal was really one of the secret realms sealed in ancient times,

Then it is very likely that entering the secret realm will restrict the realm of the cultivator. This is also the good intention of the ancient sages to take care of low-level cultivators.

Take the Tianyin Mountain Secret Realm that opens once every hundred years, for example. Didn't a large number of out-of-body cultivators perish in the beginning?

As a result, people discovered that only Jindan-stage monks could enter the secret realm.

Cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and above will be killed by the restrictions within the secret realm. The higher the cultivator's level, the stronger the restrictions will be.

No one had thought about this before, but I believe someone from the seven major sects will definitely think of this later.

However, as the vanguard, if Dai Zong could solve these problems first, it would be a great achievement.

Dai Zong squinted his eyes and looked at the people he brought with him, thinking about the next strategy.

There is no need to ask them to try the Nascent Soul Stage and the Out-of-Body Stage, as countless cultivators of these two levels have died before.

On the contrary, no one among the cultivators in the Fusion and Golden Core stages dared to try, because they knew that their strength was too low.

Then, Dai Zong flashed to the front of the formation of Jindan and Fusion stage monks.

Through telepathy, he roughly explained the problem that the tornado might limit the realm of the monks.

This means that I now need to choose from each of their two formations:

There is one cultivator each in the early stage of fusion, the middle stage of fusion, the late stage of fusion, and the great perfection of fusion. The same goes for cultivators in the Golden Core stage.

Let these monks serve as a death squad to explore the secret realm. I hope they will stand up enthusiastically, regardless of success or failure.

Every member of the death squad will be recorded in history, and his immediate family members or family will be rewarded with rich cultivation resources.

If one has offspring, they can receive direct training from the sect.

Dai Zong's words immediately caused an uproar among the monks in the two phalanxes, and they all whispered to each other.

These people all know that the secret realm restricts the realm of cultivators, but they don't know which realm of cultivators it specifically restricts.

Therefore, most people did not dare to take the risk and lowered their heads, fearing that Dai Zong would hit them.

But some people chose to step forward. No matter what the reason was, eight monks who met the requirements took the initiative to fly in front of Dai Zong on their swords.

"Hehehe... Not bad! Not bad! You are worthy of being the good men of my southern border. Come on! Write down their information in detail. When the matter is over, I will recommend them for credit." Dai Zong smiled happily when he saw that someone was willing to step forward.

After the eight monks finished registering, they flew their swords in unison and stopped in the air.

Everyone had a serious expression and determined eyes as they looked at the huge tornado and prayed in their hearts that they could return safely.

There is a sense of tragedy and grandeur like "The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold; the warriors will never return once they leave"...