Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

The sinister voice was even more terrifying than the cries of a fierce ghost, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

"Every five hundred years, the cycle repeats, and the Thunder Blade Secret Realm opens again."

That mournful voice echoed.

Everyone exchanged glances, from the tone, it seemed to belong to a living person?

Their courage grew considerably, for as long as it wasn't ghosts and goblins, it was much easier to deal with.

"Only good at hiding your head while showing your tail, aren't you?" mocked Woh Qingqing.

"Little girl, I sense the aura of Guxie Sect from you, are you from the Guxie Sect?"

The voice from within the Stone Gate spoke again.

Woh Qingqing sneered, "So what if I am? Judging by your display of Cultivation Technique, and the swirling demon mist, which sect of the Demon Dao are you from?"

"Five hundred years ago, Ten Thousand Demon Sect's Li Zongping," a dried-up Cultivator in a black robe emerged from the black mist.

"A character from five hundred years ago?"

Lin Feng and the others wore expressions of disbelief.

Five hundred years ago... that was the last time the Thunder Blade Secret Realm opened. No wonder this person spoke of a five hundred-year cycle and the reopening of the realm, but soon Lin Feng and the others sensed something was amiss.

The Thunder Blade Secret Realm suppressed realms, making it impossible to break through to the Yin Yang Realm.

If unable to break through the Yin Yang Realm, one's life span would only be within two hundred years; how could he possibly be alive till now?

"Everyone, be careful. This person seems malevolent. It's impossible for someone from five hundred years ago to still be alive; don't be deceived by him," Pei Zihui said solemnly.

There were still seven people alive on their side, while Lin Feng's group had five remaining.

Out of seventy-three people who entered, only twelve remained.

The two groups gathered together, warily watching the eerie presence enveloped in black mist.

"Do you think I need to deceive you? Stupid and self-righteous fool," sneered the Cultivator shrouded in the black mist.

"How dare you insult me?" Pei Zihui's expression darkened to the extreme, his eyes flickering with chilling murderous intent.

"Do you even qualify?" retorted the Cultivator enveloped in black mist.

"You..."

Pei Zihui, angered to the point of turning a livid blue, had no outlet for his rage, his gaze dreadfully somber.

Lin Feng said, "If what you're saying is true, there's only one possibility, that you consumed the Corpse Transformation Grass!"

"Corpse Transformation Grass? What is that?" Everyone looked puzzledly at Lin Feng.

"Corpse Transformation Grass is a legendary poison herb. I've only read about it and never seen it. It's said that after a Cultivator consumes the Corpse Transformation Grass, their body starts to decay, and they turn into something akin to a corpse, neither human nor ghost. Those who have consumed the Corpse Transformation Grass will gain a thousand years of life span!"

Lin Feng explained.

"There's such a bizarre poison?" Many were visibly shocked.

"Yes, it's the Corpse Transformation Grass!" roared the Cultivator enveloped in the black mist.

"Five hundred years ago, a group of us were trapped here. By the time we could leave, the Thunder Blade Secret Realm had already closed. I watched as my companions fell one by one, dying within the Thunder Blade Secret Realm. I thought I was doomed too, but unexpectedly, I found a Corpse Transformation Grass. After consuming it, my body transformed, and I gained a thousand years of life span, allowing me to continue surviving."

The sinister voice of the Cultivator shrouded in the black robe declared, "I need to kill all of you, use your fresh blood to open the Ancient Gate deep within."

As the words fell, the Cultivator enveloped in black mist leaped towards Lin Feng and the others.

"Gray Darkness Ghost Claw."

A vicious laugh rang out.

The air filled with a cold, endless burst of ghostly energy swirling in the sky, dense and boundless.

The sinister and terrifying ghostly energy coalesced into a huge claw.

It was a massive ghost claw, exuding a terrifying aura akin to that from hell, reaching towards Lin Feng and the others.

"Ah..."

Young Master Mo, Shui Xinqi, Snake Slave, Insect Slave, and the burly Cultivator all screamed miserably.

They were all severely affected by the massive ghost claw, utterly devoid of any fighting capacity.

Now, only Lin Feng, Woh Qingqing, and Pei Zihui were left capable of fighting.

"Attack!"

Lin Feng shouted loudly, hurling dozens of Magic Talismans.

Bang, bang, bang...

The Magic Talismans all exploded, sending out waves of world-shattering energy.

At the same time, Woh Qingqing also brought forth a treasure, a Peach Wood Sword wrapped in runes that now began to revive, clearly another extremely formidable Buddhist Treasure.

Like Lin Feng, Pei Zihui had summoned dozens of Magic Talismans, and this guy was also a high-level Spirit Array Master.

Bang, bang, bang...

The Magic Talismans summoned by Pei Zihui also exploded directly.

The Ghost Claw formed in mid-air was utterly destroyed by the explosion of nearly a hundred Magic Talismans.

"Demon Slaying Sword."

At that moment, Woh Qingqing coldly shouted, and the Peach Wood Sword shone brilliantly.

Runes seemed to come back to life.

From within the Peach Wood Sword, a deep voice emanated, as if a high monk was reciting Buddhist Scriptures.

The Peach Wood Sword instantly charged in front of the Demon Dao Expert and slashed.

"Thud." That one slash tore through the body of the Demon Dao Expert.

"Well, this is actually a Buddhist Treasure empowered with Buddha's karma; Woh Qingqing is really interesting, she herself being an Evil Demon, yet possessing several powerful Buddhist Treasures," Lin Feng couldn't help but murmur.

"You've actually hurt me."

The Demon Dao Expert roared angrily.

At this time, Lin Feng, Woh Qingqing, and Pei Zihui had a clear look at the body of this Demon Dao Expert.

Underneath the torn clothes was a body rotting all over.

Seeing the rotting body, Lin Feng felt a bit nauseous.

"I'll kill you!"

The Demon Dao Expert roared furiously.

Boom, boom, boom...

Just then, a loud noise suddenly came from the Stone Gate.

The Demon Dao Expert's eyes suddenly brightened.

He no longer hesitated and rushed into the Stone Gate.

"This guy came out just to buy time," Lin Feng's expression subtly changed.

"Let's follow him and see!"

...

Woh Qingqing was the first to rush in.

Next, Pei Zihui and Lin Feng also charged in.

The others recovered and quickly followed them into the Stone Gate.

Once inside the Stone Gate, Lin Feng and the others saw a blood-colored Stone Gate at the end of a cave.

A blood snake python pattern was painted on this blood-colored Stone Gate.

The blood python had revived at this moment, coiling around the Blood Gate.

"Look, blood."

Mo Miaoling, pale, pointed to the blood flowing on the ground.

This blood belonged to the dead Cultivators, now all moving towards the blood python, being absorbed by it. Apparently, opening this Blood Gate required the blood sacrifice of numerous Cultivators, which was why the Demon Dao Expert had killed so many Cultivators.

Boom, boom, boom...

Finally, the Blood Gate was opened.

The Demon Dao Expert was the first to charge into the Blood Gate.

Lin Feng and the others did not hesitate, rushing into the Blood Gate. Once they entered, they saw a vast corridor at the end of which were twelve dark Stone Gates, each inscribed with dense runes. Now, all twelve Stone Gates had opened, a horrifying suction engulfing everyone, the gates intending to devour them.

The Demon Dao Expert was instantly swallowed by the first Stone Gate.

Horrific screams emerged from behind the pitch-black Stone Gate; it seemed the Demon Dao Expert had encountered a fatal disaster.

"Why is it like this? To survive through five hundred years of cycles, I turned myself into something neither human nor ghost, yet this is my end."

Sounds of unwilling roars came out, then suddenly, the first Stone Gate fell completely silent.

Lin Feng and the others all wore expressions of extreme horror; this was too terrifying.

What exactly was behind those pitch-black Stone Gates that even the Demon Dao Expert met his demise within?

"We need to quickly get out of here,"

Lin Feng, pale, shouted as he rushed towards the outside, the others not daring to linger, rushing out as well.

But at this moment, the overpowering devouring power flowing from the twelve pitch-black Stone Gates was too terrifying; no one could escape, everyone was being pulled towards the twelve pitch-black Stone Gates.