It took Zhuang Wudao more than an hour to completely deal with these trapped monks of the Thorn Demon Sect. After using Thunder Fire Qianyuan twice and almost using up all his mystical powers, Zhuang Wudao captured the last one.
The key is these people. He plans to use them as blood sacrifices, so he needs to be merciful and mainly capture them alive.
Especially the last one who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core was the most difficult to deal with, forcing Zhuang Wudao to use all his strength, using nine consecutive unparalleled mystical techniques, and finally severely damaged this person in one fell swoop.
But when he was capturing the last foundation-building monk, Zhuang Wudao directly grabbed his Tianling Cap with one hand and used the soul-searching method to explore this person's memory.
Now that his physical strength has greatly improved, his true energy has become restrained, and his techniques are much gentler. It took a full moment for this man's head to explode into blood powder.
And Zhuang Wudao also obtained more information from this person's soul.
"One is in retreat, and the other is far away in the west. It seems that those two people are indeed flawless in attacking me——
Withdrawing his hand, Zhuang Wudao fell into deep thought. This time he did not hesitate to reveal his whereabouts and lure the enemy with his own body, just to find out whether the news Xuan Jizi said was true. Whether the Assassin Demon Sect really has the Yuanshen realm,
Watching yourself.
If it is false, he will immediately escape into Lichen Mountain, but then stay there for several years without coming out. If it is true, then the world of Tianyi will be as high as the sea as the fish can leap, and the sky as high as the birds can fly, in a short time
He no longer needs to be afraid.
Judging from the mind of this person just now, this matter should be true. After all, this person has a high status. Although he is a foundation builder, his strength is outstanding, almost catching up with the golden elixir monks. He is also talented and beautiful, and has a bright future.
"It is indeed good news, but the sword master seems to be very relaxed after listening to his words?"
"Huh? Shouldn't it be?"
Zhuang Wudao raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that no Yuanshen monks were involved in his assassination for the time being, which indeed relieved his tense nerves and felt relieved.
But listening to Yun'er's words, it seems that there is something in the words.
"If the sword master thinks that the Demon-Striking Sect is no good because of today's battle and feels contempt for it, then he is totally wrong and he is not far from death."
"Why is this?"
His expression condensed, and Zhuang Wudao showed a solemn look in his eyes. Although he did not despise the assassination methods of the Demon Sect, he did have the idea that this Demon Sect was actually nothing more than that.
Seven golden elixirs died in his hands today. How many golden elixirs did the entire sect of the Demon Thorn Sect have for him to kill?
It only takes nine turns of the golden elixir to make the two souls helpless. If the Demon-Striking Sect doesn't give up, it will be worn to death sooner or later.
"Who told the sword master that the Demon-Striking Sect only has fifty or sixty golden elixirs and two souls?"
Yun'er asked back: "Even today, of the golden elixirs that were used against the sword master, only two of them were the true inner disciples of the Demon-Slaying Sect. The other five were just peripheral monks. In fact, with the Demon-Slaying Sect,
It’s similar to an employment relationship, but you can also get gifts from the devil from assassinations.”
"So what? Everyone knows the strength of the Demon Assassin Sect. Is there anything mysterious in it?
Zhuang Wudao was startled. He already knew what Yun'er said later. The person who searched for souls just now had memories of this. The monks who ambush here really belong to the core disciples of the Thorn Demon Sect. In fact,
Only seven.
However, Yun'er's previous sentence clearly has a profound meaning.
"Everyone knows that it is unfair, but how do you all know? If you don't even know the specific identities of those monks from the Demon-Striking Sect, how can you calculate the correct number of people?"
Yun'er sneered: "In my memory, the Thorn Demon Sect has always been divided into two major factions: Qian and Mo. The Thorn Sect kills people, and the Demon Sect inherits, responsible for intelligence and cultivating disciples. The two factions are of equal strength and rotate with each other all year round.
.Moreover, there are many people who have the habit of sharing the same identity. Even if the sect is extremely powerful, in the eyes of outsiders, it is only equivalent to a mid-level sect. Although this is Tianyi Cultivation Realm, the situation should be roughly similar.
Zhuang Wudao's eyes finally showed a solemn look. Then he shook his head again. No matter what the strength of the Demon Thorn Sect was, he needed to make a blood sacrifice as soon as possible to refine the four puppet Dzi beads first.
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Zhuang Wudao was already familiar with the Blood Sacrifice Formation, but this time the situation was obviously different. In addition to the Blood Aegis Altar, there were four one-foot-tall high platforms made purely of second-order Yun Yuan stones. At this time, on the platform,
Astonishingly, there were four light blue soul fires floating. Four puppet Dzi beads were just below the soul fire.
The sacrifices prepared this time were also extremely generous.
In addition to the captured monks of the Demon Thorn Sect, there are also many second- and third-level monsters, neatly lined up in front of the altar.
Zhuang Wudao was quite suspicious in his heart. Listening to Yun'er's tone, although he was full of confidence, this was the first time that he was planning to ask for some kind of feedback from King Abiping.
Can that Demon Lord really do what he wishes?
But when the blood sacrifice began and Zhuang Wudao finished reciting the Sutra of Infinite Equality, he completely let go of his worries.
He could feel that the demon lord was as happy as when he obtained the Holy Fetus of Ten Thousand Sons and the Lihan Heavenly Palace.
Seven golden elixirs, thirty outstanding foundation-building monks, and a sufficient number of monster blood food. These sacrifices obviously made King Abiping extremely satisfied.
Perhaps it was because he knew that the demonic dye was useless and had given up, or perhaps because Prince Abiping was indeed in an extremely happy mood. The impact of the demonic thoughts that Zhuang Wudao endured this time was almost nothing, and he could not even feel it.
The Seven Sins Sacrifice to the Gods not only sublimated and greatly increased his soul, but also raised his resistance to demonic consciousness to a higher level.
Even Zhuang Xiaohu, who was accompanying the sacrifice, seemed to have adapted to the impact of demonic thoughts during the blood sacrifice. He was able to resist it on his own without Zhuang Wudao's deliberate care.
Zhuang Wudao himself, on the other hand, was more calm and composed, looking at the blood vortex forming above the blood shield.
The seven golden elixir souls were all wailing at this time, struggling to escape. However, they were firmly absorbed by the blood and energy vortex, and were pulled into the depths of the vortex step by step.
The entire ten-mile area was shrouded in a sinister and eerie demonic aura.
Fortunately, the place chosen by Zhuang Wudao is extremely remote, with no one around for hundreds of miles. Zhuang Xiaohu can also monitor the surrounding area of 1,800 miles. Unless there is a special concealment method, it is almost impossible for other monks to remain silent
Stay close to this place.
However, perhaps because the sacrifice was so good, the blood sacrifice process lasted for three full hours. Zhuang Wudao also secretly broke into a cold sweat.
The longer time goes by, the greater the possibility of being discovered. It's not that Zhuang Wudao is not confident in the concealment array he has set up, but that now that he has a different identity, there are too many eyes staring at him.
It was not until outside the altar that the last trace of blood was sucked away. Zhuang Wudao's eyes truly regained their composure, and Zhuang Xiaohu behind him let out a long sigh of relief, looking like he was surviving the disaster.
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At this point, the blood sacrifice can be interrupted at any time. Even if someone discovers it, no evidence will be obtained.
The black hole on the Blood Shield was silent for a moment, and in just a moment, more than twenty drops of blood appeared on the Blood Shield Altar.
Immediately afterwards, four more groups of white light rushed out from the black hole and threw themselves onto the four high platforms.
Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but perked up, knowing that he had reached a critical moment. Whether the puppet Dzi Bead would be successful or not would depend on whether his next arrangement would be as he intended.
"Where is this?"
An extremely majestic voice suddenly sounded. Like thunder, it resounded in all directions.
Four illusory soul figures, also about four feet tall and shining with silver light, suddenly appeared on the four high platforms. Their faces could not be seen clearly, but they were all full of righteousness and seemed to have hidden divine power, which made people dare not make mistakes.
"Blood sacrifice? You evil demons are causing trouble in the world, so you must die for me."
One of them gathered a huge fire spear out of thin air in his hand, and struck towards where Zhuang Wudao was standing.
The other three people in the other directions also took action, causing the spirits of heaven and earth to fluctuate violently.
"Abi Demon, everyone can find it and kill it"
But in the next moment, the forbidden array pre-arranged by Zhuang Wudao was triggered. A trace of strange electric current flashed through, making the four huge silver-white soul shadows unable to move. Those summoned fire and electric currents, in an instant
Disappeared without a trace.
But at this time, the four soul fires below suddenly jumped and began to devour the four soul shadow bodies.
"Who are these people? Why do they all look like gods?"
Zhuang Xiaohu couldn't suppress her curiosity, and she was even more frightened. Just now, these soul shadows attacked together, making her almost think that she was dead.
What is used is not the true energy, but another kind of power, which seems to be somewhat similar to the possessed spirit that was invited by the method of inviting gods.
"It's the third-level god!"
Zhuang Wudao's eyes were dull, as if he didn't care, and he quietly watched the bodies of the four gods being swallowed bit by bit by the soul fire of the gold-swallowing beast.
"God?"
Zhuang Xiaohu choked, then looked at Zhuang Wudao with incredible eyes.
Thinking about the master's intention, could it be that he really wants to use the soul fire of this gold-swallowing beast to devour these four gods?
No, it’s already been done
"It's not as serious as you think. It's the gods, not the gods. God's will gathers the souls instead of the gods to enlighten them. They are just soldiers and lackeys under the gods and gods, which is what we Taoists call heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals."
Yu Yunqin's summoning of gods and guards summoned the incarnation of such gods, greatly increasing the combat power of those warrior puppets.
Zhuang Xiaohu's face was still pale. Although she did not worship any Taoist gods, she also knew that such blasphemy as Zhuang Wudao's was a more serious crime than practicing demonic methods and participating in blood sacrifices.
Once detected by induction, the gods will surely issue a decree. At that time, the two of them will be suppressed forever, and they will not be able to reincarnate.
"There is no need to worry. These gods have all been removed from their thrones. They are just spirits without owners and nothing."
There are constant battles in the underworld, and a leader of the underworld like King Abiping is naturally a thorn in the side of the Taoist pantheon. It is natural to be conquered, and it is not surprising to capture some gods.
Many gods have noble natures, have thoughts that are close to mysophobia, and are extremely wary of demonic methods. They will never accept the return of captured gods under their command. Often, once a god is captured, he will remove these gods under his own throne.