Building a sect from scratch

The Soul-Eating Rift is only a few meters wide, and you can even see the edge of the ground on the other side of the rift, which is a cliff covered with dark red soil.

The way to cross the rift is simpler than the players imagined. All they have to do is fly over. For this reason, Niuhru, who followed here specially, was so shocked that he could not speak.

Seeing the Jade Emperor and the others flying back and forth as if nothing was wrong, Niu Helu tentatively stretched out an arm, but he clearly felt a sharp pain coming from his soul, as if his soul was being torn apart. Same.

"Don't you feel the pain!? It's like the pain of being torn apart?"

Faced with Niu Helu's doubts, the players felt very puzzled. The Jade Emperor simply replied: "We didn't feel anything was wrong at all. It's probably because there is no soul!"

It was only then that Niu Helu began to believe what these Taiyin Sect disciples said about "no soul."

Because of the pain and spiritual warning, Niu Helu really didn't dare to try to cross the Soul-eating Rift. He could only watch the Taiyin Sect disciples fly to the opposite side one after another, and got into the red mist in the blink of an eye. Disappeared.

He quietly looked at the red mist across the rift valley, which was no different from hundreds of years ago, and let out a long sigh.

…

“This place is so weird!”

Although the red mist interfered with everyone's line of sight, resulting in very low visibility in the surrounding environment, the real-time location markers of players on the same team could still be seen on the game system map, so everyone did not feel any fear and just sighed casually.

Wu Ke flew straight into the sky, trying to fly to the top of Tiangui Mountain and look down, but except for the exposed top of Tiangui Mountain, where the red mist was slightly lighter, the rest of the place was a rich dark red, and he couldn't see anything. clear.

"It's all foggy. You can't see anything except the top of the mountain!"

Wu Ke said in Tuanmai.

The Jade Emperor deliberately greeted: "Then you come back first, and let's slowly explore inside!"

Taking advantage of this moment, Xin Xinhua Dao secretly adjusted the data of his five senses, sniffed, and retched, and his voice of complaint rang out in Tuanmai: "Don't say it, I feel like I smell something." It smells like rust and has a fishy smell. It’s quite disgusting. Why does this game smell so disgusting?”

The soup dumpling said speechlessly: "Is there a possibility that this is the smell of blood?"

"Can't you? The Maoxuewang I just ate last night...cough! Although it's not the same, Maoxuewang also has blood!"

"I'm too lazy to care about you!"

Even though no one saw it, the soup dumpling rolled his eyes.

Although there was also a red mist marked on the game system map, they could at least tell the direction. The group of people walked along. The road was covered with moist dark red soil, and the smell of blood and stench became stronger and stronger. .

Not long after walking, some scattered bones appeared on the ground.

There are animals and humans, scattered on the ground in pieces. The flesh and blood have long since rotted and disappeared. Most of the bones are buried in the red mud, and a few are exposed on the ground. They are gray-white, with reddish-brown soil in the gaps between the bones. , it looks very scary.

"Are these all human bones?"

"It doesn't look like it, that one is obviously a canine skull," Huangzhucao glanced at the nearest small, pointed skull, then pointed to the largest cylindrical bone not far away. Said: "That's it. It's cylindrical at the top and trigonometric at the bottom. Plus with that size, it's definitely a human humerus!"

Xin Xin Hua Dao was startled by Huang Zhucao's suddenly "cold" tone: "Fuck! How do you know so much in detail!?"

"I study medicine!"

"Then you still have time to play games!"

"Isn't this formal training?"

“Shouldn’t that be busier!?”

"Ahem... Our infectious disease hospital is relatively quiet, and our director is better. He gives us training time for meetings and on-duty work, so..."

Having said this, Huang Zhucao felt a little guilty, and added in a low voice: "But I often work the night shift! Sometimes I work for more than ten hours a day!"

Human Heart Hua Dao clicked his tongue when he heard this: "Are you so addicted! Playing games with your life!?"

Nietzsche also advised: "If it doesn't work, just go back and rest! Your body is the most important thing!"

"Oh, it's okay! I was even more tired when I went to school! It doesn't matter! I slept for more than five hours yesterday! That's enough!"

The soup dumpling took a deep breath: "Oh my god, I don't sleep ten hours a day and I don't have energy!"

Xin Xin Hua Dao couldn't help but clasp his hands and count the numbers: "Then you spend ten hours sleeping, ten hours playing games, and the remaining four hours are spent eating, bathing and going to the toilet. Where do you find the time to work and earn rice!?"

The soup dumpling looked wandering and coughed twice, then said: "Ahem, I'm not talented, I have some money, I can collect rent to make a living..."

Upon hearing this, everyone made jealous sounds——

"Eat the defense, dog capitalist!"

"Hit the rich!"

A few people laughed and laughed for a while, which diluted the weird atmosphere around them a lot. After walking a short distance deeper, they saw the first building.

It was probably a building of the Jian Sect, a small shrine. The entire shrine was carved out of stone. It was much smaller than the Huanggong Temple of the Taiyin Sect, and its height could only reach a person's knees.

Inside the shrine, you can see a piece of white jade carved on the altar, and the handwriting can even be clearly read. However, the piece of white jade on the altar has been broken into three pieces and scattered on the altar.

The players looked at each other, and then everyone looked at the Human Heart Hua Dao.

"The turtle Qi Chun is not here, so I have to rely on you to take over!"

"That's it! Go for it! Pikachu!"

Under everyone's urging, Xin Xinhua Dao sighed resignedly, then reached in with a wild hand, pulled out the three pieces of white jade, and played with them.

The characters carved on the throne were probably in Liuzhou's language. No one recognized them, so Xin Xin Hua Dao identified them and sent the screenshot to the group.

[The True Lord of the Wuji Divine Sword of the Guixu Sword Sect].

"Zhenjun Wuji Divine Sword? Is that that bitch? What kind of title is this?"

The impression of the "Sword God" in Niu Helu's mouth was already very unpopular. He couldn't help but laugh at him.

The soup dumpling thought more carefully and asked, "Tell me, if this thing breaks, does it mean that the sword god has died long ago?"

Nietzsche nodded and analyzed: "It's possible! Otherwise, if he was still here and alive, how could he let the position in the shrine dedicated to himself become like this?"

But after saying that, her expression gradually became solemn, and she said solemnly: "However, if the sword gods are dead, then the others... I'm afraid they won't be able to survive..." (End of Chapter)