Chapter 627: Sacrifice and Cultivation

Chapter 627: Sacrifice and Cultivation

Chapter 627: Sacrifice and Cultivation

Woohoo~
The gloomy realm was dark and almost lightless, with occasional whimpering sounds like those of humans or animals blown by the wind.

Wan Zhuliu took a step forward, and strong winds blew wherever he passed. Occasionally, strange beasts were frightened by the smell and scattered in panic. The black dragon held a large sun mirror in its mouth to light the way for them.

After a while, Wan Zhuliu stopped.

hum~
Mo Long raised his head, and the incense in the Big Sun Mirror burned violently, illuminating the way ahead like a beam of light.

However, they saw many dead bodies of strange beasts lying on a scorched earth. A cold aura filled the air like clouds and mist, which temporarily isolated the evil realm from invading the corpses of the strange beasts.

Wan Zhuliu looked indifferent and stopped moving forward.

In the middle of the corpse of the strange beast, there was an altar made of unknown material. Yunyeshan sat cross-legged on it, closing his eyes and meditating. As he breathed in and out, wisps of dark blood floated up from the corpse of the strange beast and entered his mouth and nose.

"This old ghost..."

Wan Zhuliu's eyes were gloomy. On the altar, he felt a deep sense of oppression, as if a force that threatened his life and death was brewing.

"The most important things in the world are sacrifice and self-cultivation. Self-cultivation comes last, and sacrifice to the gods and heaven and earth comes first..."

A low voice sounded, and Yun Yeshan on the altar slowly opened his eyes. His body was no longer the pure silver color as before, but was stained with a layer of dark red blood, which made it look a bit evil.

"Sacrifice and repair."

Wan Zhuliu lowered his eyelids.

Similar words were not only said by this old ghost, but also in the files left by the Dragon Demon Taoist that he obtained in the past. However, he did not agree with Ji Zaiqian's statement.

Listening to Yunyeshan's chant, he just asked indifferently:
"Do you have enough blood for this ritual?"

"call!"

Yunyeshan took a deep breath, and as the cold wind blew, the hundreds of corpses of strange beasts around the altar were all turned into powder, and the surging dark red blood was swallowed into his stomach:
"It's still a little worse."

"How much are some?"

Wan Zhuliu frowned.

"Well, it's almost the bones, blood and spirit of a divine palace."

Yunyeshan answered.

Wan Zhuliu sneered:
"Pang Wenlong has gathered several Daoist sects and is targeting the imperial capital. It should be enough for you to capture him yourself."

"Is he no longer chasing after those ghosts? It seems that he has gathered all the supplies for the sacrifice."

Yunyeshan was not surprised. With his ability to hide, Pang Wenlong had no other way to force him out except to perform a sacrifice.

And this was also within His expectations.

"I hope you can really kill Pang Wenlong this time."

Wan Zhuliu was not interested in the plan between him and the Thousand-Eyed Ghost, and his expression was gloomy: "At least, don't interfere with my capture and killing of Li Yuan!"

"That's natural."

Yunyeshan stood up, took out the incense and placed it on the altar, then turned around:
"Let's go."

……

……

"Wow!"

The eagle spread its wings and took off from a city.

"Incense is hard to come by."

On the eagle's back, Li Yuan was playing with a fragrant cauldron. There wasn't much incense in it, and none of it was above the seventh rank:

"It can only be used as a consumable for listening."

The journey from Longhu Temple to the imperial capital is long and would take more than a day or two to reach. Li Yuan was not in a hurry, and whenever he passed a city, he would collect some incense.

However, because the imperial court had reaped a wave of benefits a few years ago, and because all temples had been closed in recent years, the harvest was not great, and dozens of cities along the way did not even have a wisp of seventh-level incense.

There are quite a few below level six, which is more than enough to support his high-intensity listening around the clock.

"The incense is not of sufficient quality, so I don't even need the consciousness ball..."

Li Yuan took off the iron ball from his waist, feeling regretful.

'My general knowledge ball!'

Chi Lian stared at the iron ball in Li Yuan's hand so hard that her silver teeth were almost broken. If eyes could kill, Li Yuan would have died a thousand times along the way.

"Li Yuan..."

Chi Lian spoke.

"Quiet."

Li Yuan tapped acupuncture points with his fingers, closed his eyes and concentrated, with no intention of paying any attention to her at all.

Master Li is very busy.

"call!"

"Suck!"

Concentrating his mind and calming his breath, he visualized Kun leaping into the sea and transforming into Peng. Li Yuan was multitasking, leaving only one part of his attention to stare at Chi Lian and Qi Benchu.

On the gray stone platform, random listening and designated listening of the voices of the deceased sounded together.

"It's like spending money like water."

Even though low-level incense is not very useful to him now, Li Yuan still feels a little pain, mainly because most of the listening is of no use to him. With his current cultivation level, most of the information in this world is not very meaningful, and Tianshiyuan is out of reach...

"Write them down one by one. They may be useful someday."

Li Yuan sorted out various sounds in his mind. He already had the ability to remember everything he saw and heard, but he would only remember the relatively useful sounds.

[…A bell sounded in the Netherworld, and Wang Jin found Wan Zhuliu who was in seclusion in the Netherworld. The latter asked him to find the Thousand Eyes, while he went to an altar where the corpse of a strange beast was lying... (Eleventh Stage)]

[…Before dawn, on the imperial capital's observatory, Wu Yingxing opened his eyes and looked at the smoke rising from the city, feeling lost… At a certain moment, he heard the sound of the Golden Scale Bell and stood up and walked away… (Level 10)]

[…Shen Qisheng gazed at the Changhong Sword Sect from afar, and remained silent for a long time. When the Golden Scale Bell rang, he sighed, turned around and left… (Level 10)]

[…In the barren mountains, Yan Tianxiong sat quietly beside a campfire, turning the bear paw on the campfire while listening to a pale-faced man reporting various intelligence. He remained unmoved when he heard that various evil gods had been slain. It was not until the sound of the Golden Scale Bell rang that he stood up with his sleeves swung… (Level 10)]

[…The sea of ​​clouds is rolling. On the back of a goshawk, the bald monk and the Taoist priest of the Heavenly Silkworm sit opposite each other. One of them holds the black chess piece, while the other holds the white chess piece. They do not feel the urgency of the upcoming battle at all. They are immersed in the chess game, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling… (Level 10)]

[… Holding a black umbrella, Huang Longzi left Hengshan City. Sometimes he stopped somewhere to fiddle with the general knowledge ball on his waist, and sometimes he ran quickly to look for something, pinching his fingers to calculate, as if he was performing the Taoist magic "Immortal Pointing the Way"… (Eleventh Level)]

……

Wan Zhuliu, Wang Jin, Yan Tianxiong, Huang Longzi...

While listening, names, familiar or unfamiliar, came to mind. Li Yuan wrote them down one by one. Perhaps it was because he was close to the imperial capital, or perhaps it was just because of the huge amount of listening.

Li Yuan collected a lot of information on the whereabouts of masters and grand masters from both the imperial court and several major Taoist sects, and passed much of it on to Pang Wenlong.

"Not counting Emperor Qian, the court now has four Grandmasters and more than sixty Grandmasters. If it weren't for the Evil God Cult, Dao Sect would have a huge advantage in numbers, but if we count the group of old ghosts from the Evil God Cult, we don't have much of an advantage anymore."

"Above the Grandmaster level, old man Pang can suppress Qianyan and that old ghost Yunmo by himself. The only one left is Wan Zhuliu..."

Li Yuan sorted out the intelligence and analyzed the situation.

In his opinion, the imperial court was at a greater disadvantage in this battle. As long as Pang Wenlong could suppress those two old ghosts and he could really hook Wan Zhuliu, victory would be certain.

[…During the incense and blood washing ceremony, Wan Zhuliu placed the human blood that he had stripped away into the body of the black dragon, leaving only the pure body of the cloud demon. As a result, his life will not last long… (Eleventh Stage)]

"Wan Zhuliu will most likely come and kill me..."

Although this kind of information was not mentioned in the listening, Li Yuan had a strong premonition in his heart.

After being washed with blood, Wan Zhuliu's talents were transformed and the shrine was completed, but his life span was short. Even if it was possible for him to break free from the constraints of the Bafang Temple, he was destined not to reach Tianshiyuan.

The only chance of survival is to seize his identity as the founder of the temple and seek help from temples in all directions.

"But why did he leave behind human blood? It can't be that he kept it as a commemoration, right? Or did he have some other plan?"

Li Yuan's thinking is divergent.

He asked himself if he had some understanding of Wan Zhuliu. This Dayun Zhenwu King was definitely not blindly loyal in the ordinary sense. He had already built the Temple of the Gods and knew of the existence of Tianshiyuan. Was he really willing to die?

Or does he have the ability to create clones?

"It's unlikely. A Taoist technique that can even split one's life span is very rare even in Tianshiyuan. Not even the five major Taoist sects may have it, and the Yunmo clan cannot possibly have it..."

After thinking for a long time without any solution, Master Li Dao became angry:

"No matter what his plan is, once he makes his move, I will kill all his human bloodline!"

hum~
Suddenly, he heard a tremor.

However, a dazzling divine light appeared on the wooden tablet of Lingyin, and Lingyin's dull voice became several tones louder. This was a sign of catching the high-level Lingyin.

[… After spending a lot of precious materials to repair the Purple Cloud Chariot that he had broken in a corner due to his anger, Xuan Daozi calmly boarded the boat and escaped into the Netherworld, rushing towards the place where the Blood Phoenix Evil God was last seen according to the intelligence. He didn’t even care about the loss of his Yuanhuo. Compared to Ying Xuanlong and the others, he was too late… (Level 13)]

"Xuan Daozi!"

Li Yuan became alert and listened quietly.

High-level listening is much more detailed than low-level listening. When he concentrated, he could even faintly hear the sound of Xuan Daozi smashing the Purple Cloud Chariot in anger and speeding on the boat.

"Does he have no alternative but to compete with Ying Xuanlong, Fenghuang'er and other Taoist geniuses?"

Li Yuan was still very concerned about Xuan Daozi. Listening to the strange noise coming from the listening room, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Different from those wandering ghosts canonized by the Dayun Dynasty, and also different from the Thousand Eyes which only had a remnant soul left, the Blood Phoenix infected by the Netherworld is a true god!

Even with protective magic treasures and protectors, they dare to hunt down the evil god, which is enough to show how vicious these holy land Taoists are.

"It has little to do with me."

Li Yuan took a glance, took note and didn't pay any more attention to it. This was not the listening he wanted.

……

……

"Is that the Divine Capital? It is indeed the greatest city in the world, so magnificent!"

When Qi Benchu ​​exclaimed, Li Yuan just opened his eyes. He had excellent eyesight and with the help of moonlight, he could see at a glance the majestic city that stood across the earth like a mountain range.

"Shendu?"

Chi Lian frowned and glanced at it, and couldn't help but sneer: "A frog in the well knows what is magnificent?"

"what?"

Qi Benchu ​​was not convinced: "Is there any city in the world more magnificent than the Divine Capital?"

“They are everywhere.”

Chi Lian glanced at Li Yuan and saw that he was also listening. He raised his chin slightly and said, "My Poison Dragon Academy has hundreds of huge cities, all of which are built with the cores of stars. That is truly magnificent!"

(End of this chapter)