Chapter 293: Divine Consciousness Crisis
However, Arya's consciousness disappeared after the first impact. She was too heavy-handed in the fight against the Blood-Clothed Ancestor before, and was unable to make much of a reaction.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was aware of this situation, but somehow he subconsciously ignored it.

Arya's spiritual impact seemed to give her a reason to give up the sneak attack on Zhang Tie.

She immediately put all her energy into scolding Arya's consciousness, "Damn it, it's all your fault. We can become stronger!"

Give up the sneak attack on Zhang Tie.

There seemed to be an unprecedented emotion in her heart, and her body was smiling.

The Blood Demon Ancestor began to help Zhang Tie.
As he moved, he muttered, "Damn it, if she hadn't stopped me, I would have swallowed you all!"

Then he worked even harder to help Zhang Tie devour the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor's spiritual consciousness.

. . .

Zhang Tie felt that Erya's consciousness was pushing his own consciousness vigorously, making him devour the blood-colored consciousness faster.

With the cooperation of the two, in less than an incense stick of time, the spiritual clone of the Blood-Clothed Ancestor had become only the size of a candlelight.

"Junior, you are seeking death!"

The spiritual clone of the Blood-Clothed Ancestor let out an angry roar, shocking Zhang Tie and Erya so much that their consciousness stagnated.

The candlelight consciousness took the opportunity to escape from Arya's mind and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the horizon.

"Quick! Stop him!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor screamed in panic. This spiritual clone was so powerful, and now it was destroyed by Zhang Tie and the others. Even if the Blood Clothes Ancestor was a Divine Transformation cultivator, he must have been seriously injured.

If they let this spiritual consciousness go back, the Blood-Clothed Ancestor will know about this and will definitely kill them all!
Zhang Tie shook his head. "Forget it, no need. He can't run away!"

Now that the Demon City is blocked by a large formation, one is only allowed to enter but not leave. This spiritual consciousness will definitely not be able to escape.

Zhang Tie was about to explain when his face suddenly turned pale.

"not good!"

This spiritual consciousness cannot be devoured so easily!

Zhang Tie felt that his consciousness was now polluted, just like a pot of millet porridge with half a pot of dirt, which was extremely messy.

"Erya, go back to the Li family first!"

Zhang Tie had a splitting headache and was confused. He could hardly think.

The Blood Demon Ancestor frowned. Although she knew that devouring spiritual consciousness was not such a simple matter, she did not expect it to be so dangerous!

"not good!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor suddenly felt the breath of the Savage Demons, and there were a large number of them, among which there were even Savage Demons comparable to the Nascent Soul stage!

"So Zhang Tie was in such a hurry to find me because he wanted to take me away!"

Her heart began to beat faster again.

However, his thoughts were diluted by the current crisis. The Blood Demon Patriarch hugged Zhang Tie and turned into a beam of blood light, flying towards the Li family.

. . .

In the second-floor hall of Lingbao Pavilion, nearly a hundred monks were sitting cross-legged together.

The white-haired old man sitting in the middle looked even older.

"The barbarian demon is coming in!"

Feeling the actions of the barbarian demon, although they had already anticipated this situation, when the death really came, many cultivators still panicked.

The white-haired old man sat cross-legged on the spot, without opening his eyes, and his lips slightly parted, "All the resources of Lingbao Pavilion are underground, you can line up to receive them, and accept your fate."

The floor of Lingbao Pavilion was vibrating violently.

The shock caused by the barbarian demon army spread to the city. Although the shock was slight, it caused everyone's hearts to tremble.

"Why do we have to stay? You must have a way, let us out!"

Some of the monks collapsed and began to loudly scold the old man.

With the old man’s Nascent Soul cultivation, he could destroy this collapsed Foundation Establishment cultivator with just a glance.

But he just shook his head, "There is no way out. The formation is activated, even if you are a spirit, you can't get out!"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, revealing endless death in his eyes.

Now that the situation has been decided, it doesn't matter what we do. In order to let these abandoned people know more about their deaths, the old man decided to tell them everything. "The formation is called Soul Devouring. As the name suggests, the formation will devour souls."

"The formation is now activated. Once all the barbaric demons have entered the city, they will begin to devour the souls of the living. Every time someone dies here, their soul will be absorbed by the formation, thus strengthening it."

"Once you have devoured a certain amount of living souls, you can start actively devouring them, and the power will reach the late Nascent Soul stage!"

The collapsed monk was even more devastated when he heard this. "Before you said it was a life-or-death situation, but now it's a 100% chance of survival! You liar!"

The old man shook his head, "How can this be considered a lie? The benefits given to you were all distributed in advance, and now there are additional rewards, all in the underground!"

The old man pointed to the ground and said, "The resources down there are enough for a person to cultivate from a foundation-building stage to a Nascent Soul stage!"

Before he finished speaking, a cultivator left and ran underground. Maybe he could escape from the demon? Maybe he could survive under the formation?

Death has not yet come to an end, so naturally, the monks with strong mentalities will start to make plans for the next step.

One monk started running, and another monk followed him. Then all the monks on the second floor began to run downwards. Even the collapsed monk regained consciousness and started to move.

. . .

The Blood Demon Patriarch brought Zhang Tie back to Li's residence and found that a very exquisite formation had appeared in the original room.

She did not disturb Zhang Tie, who had a splitting headache, but studied it herself.
"Forget it, it's just a formation, just destroy it."

The Blood Demon Patriarch studied it for a while but couldn't find any flaws!

She was once a great Nascent Soul cultivator and had seen many formations, but she couldn't find any flaws at all!
She became angry and humiliated, and broke the formation by force.

She has now recovered her Nascent Soul cultivation, and she believes that an ordinary formation will not be able to defeat her at all!

A blood snake as thick as a fist rushed to the formation, "A strike from the Nascent Soul should be enough!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor waited confidently, only to see the blood snake drill into the formation, like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.

"If one doesn't work, try another one!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor didn't believe it and threw out another one.

The formation was uneventful.

. . .

Zhang Tie heard a heavy gasp and smelled a faint female body fragrance.

"No, don't move, you can't break it!"

Zhang Tie endured the pain in his head, exerted a bit of magic power, and stopped the formation.

"go in."

The Blood Demon Ancestor stared at the ray of magic power just now, but she couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Come in quickly!"

Zhang Tie urged the dazed Blood Demon Ancestor.

The Blood Demon Ancestor came back to her senses. Somehow, ever since Zhang Tie gave her a hint of excitement, she felt less and less sense of crisis.

She even started to ponder this little hobby of formations.

As she led Zhang Tie in, she was thinking about the formation.

The two of them passed through the formation, and the formation automatically resumed operation, as if nothing had happened.

"I don't believe it anymore!"

The Blood Demon Patriarch gently put Zhang Tie down and began to study the formation!
……

Zhang Tie had a splitting headache. Along the way, he had been trying to find a way to deal with the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor's consciousness, but to no avail.

"no!"

Zhang Tie's brows were furrowed, sweat appeared on his forehead, his whole body was stretched straight, and veins on his body were exposed.

"Clear air!"

Zhang Tie wanted to activate his spiritual consciousness to bring out the fresh air to ease his pain.

However, his spiritual sense was like an iron ball weighing ten thousand pounds, and Zhang Tie was unable to use it freely.

(End of this chapter)