"It's just two boats. Most of the underworld lords in the underworld are like this."
Yun'er said with disdain: "The sects in the immortal world have been fighting for the hell and underworld for more than ten kalpas. These underworld lords are used to steering according to the wind, and they will lean towards whichever side is stronger. King Abiping, more than
He is the Taoist King of Equality, and he is also regarded as the Buddhist Yama, and his name is 'Abi Yama, the Demon Luoja'——"
The exchange of spiritual thoughts with Zhuang Wudao came to an abrupt end. The entire space around him suddenly shook slightly. And the blood flowing out of the monster beasts was also pulled by a trace of strange force and flowed to the altar in the center of the formation.
Some of the most essence of the blood covered the miniature statue on the altar and the four characters "Abi Ping".
Not only the blood, but also the cold soul power lingering around formed a whirlpool at this time. And in the center of the whirlpool was the statue of King Abiping.
This statue was already carved lifelike by Yun'er's superb swordsmanship. At this moment, it seemed to have come to life, with a strange red light shining from its eyes, taking a picture of Zhuang Wudao who was sitting in front of the altar.
Zhuang Wudao felt his heart tighten, as if an invisible hand, with tremendous force, grabbed the space he was in and held it tightly.
I don't know where it came from, but the gray-white dark power came from the depths of the altar. There was also black spiritual energy, which was pungent and filthy. It was countless times dirtier than the mud at the bottom of the river.
And this gray, white, and black evil energy almost turned the world in front of him into black and white.
This small cave seemed to be crushed to pieces at any moment. Zhuang Wudao felt that his soul was almost forcibly pulled out of his body by this force.
The red light in the statue became stronger and stronger as time went by. Waves of huge thoughts swept across the void. And in Zhuang Wudao's body, the heat brought by Yun'er, I don't know when, had already
Like the tide receding, it retracted into the Qingyun Sword behind it and disappeared.
"Who are the people under the altar who recite my god's name and read my Sutra of Infinite Equality? What are they doing?"
The statue could not speak, but these words were imprinted in Zhuang Wudao's thoughts like clouds.
The sound seemed to be a mixture of countless sounds. It was solemn and deep, awe-inspiring, but also sharp and disturbing.
Zhuang Wudao frowned instinctively, but the situation before him was somewhat different from what Yun'er had explained beforehand. Originally, Yun'er was supposed to host the whole process on his behalf, but at this moment, the latter had no sound at all.
Fortunately, he had also heard Yun'er say some important points during blood sacrifices. For example, at this moment, no matter what, he could not reveal his true name, even if these Lords of the Underworld asked him personally.
"I inform the Lord of the Underworld that the blood sacrificer is Upasaka, a small Taoist cultivator, whose demon name is Cangmang. Today's blood sacrifice is to ask for something——"
The so-called 'Upasaka' in Buddhism means lay people. The last of the four Buddhist sects is not devout. It is a metaphor for myself, and I am not a true believer of King Abiping. Today's blood sacrifice is only for the devil.
Give back.
As for the devil's name 'Cangmang', it is a pseudonym, and it is also a name he came up with on the spur of the moment and prepared to use it in the devil's path.
To prevent your real name from being known and causing trouble in the future.
After all, the Lichen Sect is a righteous sect and cannot tolerate the dirt of the devil. And he is afraid that he will have to hide in the Taoist sect for many years to come.
"Upasaka?"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zhuang Wudao felt that there was an inexplicable smile on the face of the statue.
He even felt a chill running through his body, as if there was an extremely cold and pure power seeping into his body, sweeping up and down, but he couldn't detect it.
Even the thoughts and consciousness in his heart could not be maintained, and he felt drowsy again.
Zhuang Wudao was secretly vigilant and bit the tip of his tongue, relying on the sharp pain to barely stay awake.
I don't know how long it took, until Zhuang Wudao felt that he could no longer hold on. This weird feeling gradually receded.
"I accepted the sacrifice, and I know what you asked for. I uphold justice and everyone gets what they need. Those who have a demon named Cang Mang can recite my name every day and feed me blood every season. Don't forget it!"
Zhuang Wudao immediately breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this difficulty was over. After all, he still did not anger the Lord of the Underworld. He used his last strength to speak spiritual words.
"Best farewell to the Underworld Lord, Shang Xiang!"
With these two words, the soul power hovering around the altar, as well as the thick blood, all subsided as quickly as possible and poured into the statue. And the small statue was obviously only the size of a thumb and only slightly taller.
Some. But it seems like a bottomless pit, with blood and ghosts, no one is afraid of it.
In the end, only three blood spots were left on the detective. They were bright red and contained faint golden threads.
Originally, it was extremely cold inside the cave, as if it was a severe winter. But when the red light in the eyes of the statue completely faded, Zhuang Wudao immediately felt that the surrounding temperature had recovered, and finally returned to the temperature that should be found in summer.
My body has warmed up a lot.
At this moment, the heat from Qingyun Sword also poured in from behind again, driving away the last bit of chill from his body.
When Yun'er's voice sounded again, it was full of doubts: "Strange! It shouldn't be like this, it's just some sacrifices from the Qi training realm——"
"I'm surprised too! Were you hiding from him just now?"
Zhuang Wudao spoke in a strange tone, wiping cold sweat from his head. During the blood sacrifice, the oppression brought by the statue to him was a hundred times more severe than that of the few golden elixir monks he had seen.
If there really are immortals in this world, then King Abiping, the Lord of the Underworld for eight hundred yojanas, must be an existence that can be compared with those legendary "immortals".
"Just now, was it the Prince Abiping who came in person?"
"How is that possible? It's just the incarnation of a trace of his spiritual thoughts."
Yun'er denied: "However, even if it is the incarnation of spiritual thought, it is impossible. In the 'Heaven Realm' where the sword master is, there are not even monks above the Yuanshen realm. It is just an insignificant small world.
In the eyes of the Lord of the Underworld, it is simply insignificant. Under normal circumstances, it should be just to take blood sacrifices from a distance, and there will not even be any spiritual thoughts. Could it be said that no one in this world has ever sacrificed to King Abiping before? This is your first time
.That’s not right, or maybe he noticed that you have a natural fighting spirit——"
Another born fighting spirit?
Zhuang Wudao frowned: "What's wrong with this? By the way, you haven't said anything yet, why are you hiding from him?"
If he hadn't been clever just now, this blood sacrifice might have caused disaster. Yun'er had never taught him the detailed blood sacrifice process beforehand, so he suddenly withdrew and let him take over completely.
"Yun'er doesn't know why she is hiding from him. It's just out of instinct. The divine sword has a spirit, and it's his crime to possess the jade. Luo Qingyun doesn't want to fall into his hands because it's for the sake of the sword master's life."
Yun'er was a little hesitant at first, but then he didn't care anymore and became confident: "As for what's wrong, there is actually nothing wrong. To be honest, it can only be a mixed bag of good and bad. The good thing is that King Abiping has already recorded you,
There will be more benefits in the blood sacrifice in the future. The disadvantage is that the Lord of the Underworld will not be so easy to fool in the future. The sword master and the Lord of the Underworld are bound to cause and effect, and they will inevitably get entangled, so be more careful in the future!"
Zhuang Wudao felt that this sword spirit's temperament and speech were becoming more and more strange, at least not as honest as before. There must be something he was hiding from him.
He wanted to ask again, but then Yun'er said another word, which easily diverted his attention.
"Sword Master, why don't you take a look and see what kind of benefits this King Abiping has left for the Sword Master?"
Zhuang Wudao looked at the three drops of light golden blood on the altar, with curiosity and struggle in his eyes.
The dark red blood is shocking. The fragrance is tangy and tempting, but it also contains a bit of fishy smell. What's more, it can't suppress the smell of decay.
Looking around again, the ten monster beast corpses had completely dried up, leaving only fur and bones, which made people feel sick.
"Just absorb it directly! Follow me and recite the Sutra of Infinite Equality, and you can refine the demon blood."
Yun'er's tone was still so calm, not caring about Zhuang Wudao's mood at the moment.
"Although King Abiping is not the strongest in the underworld, his power is also unfathomable and not inferior to any immortal king. The feedback left behind should not disappoint the sword master. If it is too late,
In an instant, these few drops of demonic blood will dissipate the spiritual energy."
Zhuang Wudao frowned and thought deeply, but finally gritted his teeth and did not hesitate any longer. It had reached this point, and it was still too late to regret it, but on the other side of Shen Lin in Yuecheng, could he just watch with his hands tied and let him be coerced?
Haven't you already made up your mind? As long as your wish can be fulfilled, you are willing to become a demon?
Activating his true energy, Zhuang Wudao simply absorbed all three drops of light gold blood into his index finger.
At this moment, it felt like inhaling the legendary top-grade poppy grass. It was so wonderful that the whole person was in a state of ecstasy.
Zhuang Wudao's thoughts were erratic, he was intoxicated, and he sat down on the ground again. The palace was gorgeous in front of him, and beauties were playing in groups. They were all naked, wrapped in gauze, and the Jade Rabbit Mountain Stream was looming. The fairy music was ethereal, accompanied by fine wine.
The delicious food seems to be in a fairy palace.
It felt like 'Yun'er' was saying something urgently in his mind, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
But he knew that something was wrong with his situation. Zhuang Wudao bit the tip of his tongue again, but the pain could not wake him up from this feeling that was both real and illusory.
But suddenly my heart was filled with happiness, and I remembered the great compassion of the yin and yang of heaven and earth.
"Ten...years...life and death...two boundless...borderless, unthinkable...unforgettable. Thousands of miles...lonely...grave..., no...space to talk...desolate"
At first it was word by word, but it became smooth later. However, after the thirteenth word, my whole body was in great pain, and my sentences returned to the intermittent sentences before.
However, in the past, I could only say thirteen words, but this time, with the support of an endless force in my body, I could say twenty-one words in a row.