nashuaworldcup Chapter 251 Is he getting his comeuppance for torturing people too much?
Chapter 251 Is he getting his comeuppance for torturing people too much?
Upon receiving the message, Sect Master Lu asked no questions and instead invited the two elders from the back mountain to the main hall for tea.
Half a month has passed.
For the past two weeks, Zhong Lingxin and Hei Ziming have been struggling to persevere.
However, Zhong Lingxin's persistence grew increasingly confident. She could clearly see Hei Ziming's face change from pale to blood at the corner of his mouth within the trapping formation, and she could also see that the spiritual energy shield he reinforced was getting thinner and thinner, and that Hei Ziming's movements as he took out spirit stones were becoming more and more shaky. In the end, he used everything containing spiritual energy, including the two ninth-grade defensive formations he had taken from Zhong Lingxin.
Hei Ziming had thought the two defensive arrays would hold him off for a while, but the moment they were activated, he was nearly scared out of his wits. Thick black poisonous smoke enveloped him, and after a hissing sound, the defensive arrays began to crackle slightly.
This is the sound of the defensive formation about to collapse.
He could easily see that Zhong Lingxin had tampered with these two defensive formations.
While changing the defensive formation, Hei Ziming also installed a large number of spirit stones on the formation's core.
Finally, I can catch my breath and stop constantly reinforcing the spiritual energy shield.
However, the ninth-grade defensive array hissed and crackled in the poisonous gas, clearly indicating that it wouldn't last long.
Hei Ziming gasped for breath as he cursed the Qingyun Sect for being so vicious, bringing such potent poison to harm him.
Seeing that the defensive array wouldn't last even half an incense stick's time, Hei Ziming couldn't care less about cursing. He had no choice but to take out another box of spirit stones and place it beside him to reinforce his spiritual energy shield.
Not far from him, Hei Ziming saw another member of the Hei family still alive, trembling as he reinforced his spiritual energy shield.
A thought flashed through his mind and he realized that it was one of the elders of the Hei family, who was in charge of the family, who had connected himself to the mines in the clan's territory and was absorbing the spiritual energy from the mines.
Hei Ziming was furious.
He also wanted to absorb the spiritual energy from the mine so that he could hold on a little longer and maybe wait for rescue.
He refused to believe that no one would send him a message, even though he hadn't shown up at the sect for half a month.
At least, someone should have noticed that the Qingyun Sect hasn't been sending him any messages.
But he was wrong. Huo Jun had already been ordered by Zhong Lingxin to disguise himself as a servant of Hei Ziming and pretend to interact with the people sent by the Qingyun Sect.
At this moment, Zhong Lingxin only dared to look into the trapping formation and also spotted the struggling Black Family Ancestor.
With a wave of her hand, she released Huanhuan.
Huanhuan quickly dug through the ground with her claws, carefully avoiding the poisonous gas, and burrowed underground. She then called Xiaoxiao and Ping'an for help, and regardless of the quality of the spirit stones she dug out, she stuffed them all into her storage ring.
The amount absorbed by the Black family's ancestor certainly couldn't compare to the speed at which Huanhuan and the other kids dug.
Another half month passed, and Huanhuan and her friends had completely mined out the mines in the Black Family's territory.
The patriarch of the Hei family collapsed to the ground, convulsing and dying.
Only Hei Ziming is still struggling to hold on.
Hei Ziming had already realized that the poison gas was decreasing. He understood that this was the result of countless lives of his Hei family members absorbing the poison gas.
He was overjoyed, knowing that as long as the amount of poison gas decreased, he had hope of surviving.
Zhong Lingxin looked at the increasingly clear air inside the trapping and killing formation, and then at Hei Ziming's increasingly thick spiritual energy shield. She had no choice but to maintain the trapping and killing formation.
Fortunately, the thinner concentration of poison gas was also beneficial to her. The trapping and killing formation was less affected by the poison gas, so she no longer needed to expend too much energy to maintain it.
Hei Ziming also noticed this; the overturned pot was no longer so black, and the black smoke coming out of the pot was getting lighter and lighter.
Perhaps if he persists a little longer, he can break through the trapping formation.
But his heart sank lower and lower.
He's out of Spirit Replenishing Pills, and his spirit stones are almost gone.
Helpless, he could only absorb anything containing spiritual energy.
First came the various magical treasures piled up in nooks and crannies that were never used, then the various spiritual herbs rich in spiritual energy, and then the magical treasures he had painstakingly collected...
As the sky grew clearer, Hei Ziming's heart sank lower and lower.
Gone. All his magical treasures and elixirs containing spiritual energy are gone.
He wouldn't survive until the poison gas was completely removed.
As he absorbed the spiritual energy of his last natal magic weapon, his dantian finally felt a withered pain, and all the meridians in his body were twitching, with cracks appearing one after another as they circulated in vain.
His aura shield finally emitted a soft "pop" sound.
He knew it was the sound of the aura barrier breaking.
Hei Ziming roared to the sky, his voice, devoid of its former spirit, cracked and hoarse, causing him to twitch in pain.
But he quickly forgot about the convulsions, because his whole body was in excruciating pain.
He knew that the poison gas had seeped into his body.
Although the toxic gas was not as concentrated, it was still toxic gas, and it still tore at his skin all over.
At the same time, he also sensed a trace of spiritual energy within the poisonous gas.
This wisp of spiritual energy nourished his dantian and meridians, giving them a touch of sustenance.
The spiritual energy, mixed with poisonous gas, circulated repeatedly within Hei Ziming's body.
Hei Ziming internally observes the dantian.
He saw his dantian gradually turning black, and the pain intensifying little by little.
He knew that if things continued like this, he would eventually be killed by the poison gas.
Hei Ziming raised his palm, enduring the excruciating pain in his dantian, and struck the large pot that was overturned in the Hei family's house.
Zhong Lingxin focused all her attention and activated the Longan Bodhi in her sea of consciousness to firmly protect her divine sense and withstand Hei Ziming's attack on the trapping and killing formation.
This attack was much weaker than Zhong Lingxin had imagined.
It turned out that Hei Ziming's dantian was injured, and he didn't have much spiritual power, so he couldn't exert half of his usual strength.
Moreover, with each strike of his palm, he absorbed even more spiritual energy.
More poisonous gas mixed in with spiritual energy rapidly circulated in his dantian, meridians, and sea of consciousness, accelerating his poisoning.
Hei Ziming staggered backward, a trickle of black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Zhong Lingxin saw it clearly: darkness was self-evident, and the enemy was already at their last gasp.
Now, she doesn't need to do anything; she just needs to hold the trapping and killing formation firmly.
Hei Ziming understood this as well.
His only hope was to escape the trapping formation as soon as possible and find the sect's alchemist to concoct an antidote for him.
If this drags on any longer, he will absorb all the poison from the trapping formation, and he may not have a chance to get rid of it.
Hei Ziming mustered his remaining strength and struck the trapping formation with another palm strike...
After being struck five or six times in succession, Hei Ziming felt as if small knives were gouging at his entire body, including the gaps between his bones.
He couldn't help but recall the horrific deaths of the cultivators who had been struck by his dark spiritual power. When they pleaded for their lives, they described it as if their entire bodies were being gouged, cut, sliced, and scooped out by tiny knives.
Is he getting his comeuppance for torturing people so much?