Although the ancestor of Donghuang was in the world of Yuanshen, he could also clearly observe the situation in the outside world. He was amazed at this scene and said: "So many evil spirits have been suppressed here, and their number is small to say the least.
One hundred thousand, how could so many lives die?"
Yuan Futu explained: "In the past, countless fairy kingdoms stood here. However, they were attacked by a crazy demon, which destroyed them all. Later, it was renamed the Ruin Plain. Countless creatures died tragically back then, but this Soul Palace was built.
The master suppressed me here with evil methods, but the immortal method I practiced requires a large number of living beings to be sacrificed, so he just made a wedding dress for me."
The ancestor of Donghuang said in a deep voice: "The left way is also a way, and the evil immortal method is also a way to explore the way of immortality. It is only because it is too dangerous that it will be abandoned by most immortal cultivators. You must keep this in mind and never be fooled by the evil way.
The law will backfire, otherwise we will surely fall into a situation of eternal disaster.”
Yuan Futu nodded and concentrated on refining those evil spirits. His realm power cultivation had reached the perfection of Xuanxian, so the blood river also changed, turning into this bloody vortex with a radius of a hundred feet. When it was displayed,
It almost occupies the entire first gate of corpse souls, making it impossible for those hundreds of thousands level evil souls to escape.
However, the quantity was too many after all, and it would take a lot of time to completely refine it. However, gradually, in the whirlpool, several blood shadows were conceived. These were the original forms of the Blood Demon God.
Under the sacrifice of countless creatures, he gradually grew and grew, and finally became like a mysterious immortal.
It took a full two years of refining, and nearly 80% of the evil souls were sacrificed in the blood evil body, and the nine-headed blood evil god was also completely refined.
"Finally we've arrived at Twelve Heads."
Yuan Futu took a deep breath, shook his shoulders, and twelve blood shadows burst out of his body, transforming into a huge blood evil underworld god suspended in the void. Each head exuded a strong blood evil and filthy air, extremely
powerful.
After removing the blood evil spirit, the remaining evil evil spirits were already extremely frightened by this, and they all retreated into the damaged soul-suppressing coffin and did not dare to come out.
"Why don't you continue?" Donghuang Patriarch asked doubtfully.
Yuan Futu said: "My goal is the second door. The twelve bloody-headed underworld gods are enough."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the yellow stone gate, only to see twelve blood flags standing in the dark space ahead, with large waves of strange black energy permeating from it.
"This is... the great formation of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods!" Donghuang Ancestor said in shock: "How come the formation of the ancient ancestral witch appears here?"
Yuan Futu ignored it and stared forward, finding that the twelve ancestral witches had flown out of the blood flag.
"You're finally here." Di Jiang's tone was cold, but he could not conceal his excitement.
Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I no longer want to continue practicing here."
"What did you say?" Zhu Rong roared: "I know that a humble human being like you is not qualified to take on such a big responsibility. In this case, there is no need for you to leave. Just die here!"
Yuan Futu shook his head and said: "I want to enter the third door."
Di Jiang said coldly: "It has only been a few decades. Do you have the strength?"
"Before entering the third gate, I will refine all of you and merge them with my Blood Demon God." Yuan Futu said confidently.
The Golden God said: "There are thirteen of us brothers, and the filthy divine body you could condense before was only two ends. How can you refine us?"
Yuan Futu did not answer, but directly displayed the twelve-headed Blood Evil God, lying in front of him, facing the twelve-headed ancestral witch. The momentum of the two parties was incompatible with each other.
"You actually succeeded in cultivating me." Di Jiang was extremely shocked by this. After all, only a few decades had passed, and the life sacrifices and world needed to condense these twelve bloody underworld gods.
The state of power cannot be reached so quickly.
Yuan Futu said: "My world power has reached the perfection of Xuanxian, my soul has broken through to the Holy Immortal Realm, and the second level of the Blood Demon God has reached its peak. These twelve Blood Demon Gods are the best proof.
, as long as you can be fused and refined by me, it will not be a problem for your strength to skyrocket. In the future, you will still have the opportunity to challenge the Great God Pangu, which is thousands of times better than staying here."
When the ancestral witches heard these words, they were already moved, but they were always hesitant and set their sights on the eldest brother Di Jiang.
Dijiang thought silently. He didn't know why this immortal cultivator's strength had improved so rapidly, but at this moment it had obviously reached the level previously estimated. The Twelve Ancestral Witches faced the Divine Soul Saint Immortal, even if they could use the formation to continuously attack
Even though he was resurrected, there was no possibility of victory at all, he could only be suppressed to death.
Yuan Futu said in a deep voice: "You only have one chance. You can't do anything to me now. I will definitely enter the third door, and after leaving the Corpse Soul Hall, I will never set foot here again. In other words, if you never give up, you will never
You will all be left here, and maybe after tens of millions of years, a strong man will come and refine you with domineering means."
"Brother, what should I do?" the God of Thunder asked, unable to hold back his temper.
Di Jiang said: "What's your name?"
"Yuan Fu Tu."
Di Jiang nodded, "Okay, I agree to your conditions."
The remaining eleven ancestral witches have already made their decision in their hearts and have no objections.
Yuan Futu was extremely excited. With the assistance of the Twelve Heavenly Divine Evil Formation, his blood evil spirit would surely shine and its strength would increase dramatically.
"But there is a condition. Our brothers have only one purpose in the world, and that is to restore the Great God Pangu. You need to find enough great witch essence and blood for us. Otherwise, even if you refine this formation, we can still destroy ourselves.
At that time, you will still get nothing, and your realm will even regress."
Di Jiang stated his conditions.
Yuan Futu nodded and said: "As long as it exists in the world, I will definitely try my best to get it to help you integrate and refine it, otherwise I will never be able to become the Blood Evil Emperor."
Although the fusion of the Twelve Ancestral Witches of Refining and the Blood Evil Underworld God seems to be a strong alliance, there is actually a hidden danger, which lies in the third level of evolution of the Blood Evil **.
If the difficulty of melting the twelve-headed Blood Evil God into the Blood Evil Emperor is one hundred, then the twelve ancestral witches are ten thousand. However, once the melting is successful, the power is also more than a hundred times that of the Blood Evil Emperor.