Gu Yang was unable to commit suicide at this time and could only watch Yueying send the spider's eggs into his Zi Mansion.
As soon as the egg entered the Zi Mansion, it immediately began to vibrate, emitting traces of the ancient evil spirit.
Huge pain suddenly filled Gu Yang's entire mind.
"ah"
Even though Gu Yang's physical body was very strong, his facial features were distorted due to the severe pain that penetrated into his soul. After his cultivation was abolished, he only had the essence and blood of a martial saint, but no mysterious skills to withstand this kind of cruel pain.
At this moment, it was like a vicious soul file was strangling his soul. It was also like his bone marrow was being sucked out by something.
Guyang howled in pain, and the Skyweaver Demon Spider egg parasitic in his body hatched rapidly after devouring the Demon Saint's essence, blood and vitality.
After more than an hour, the satiated demon spider eggs temporarily calmed down.
Guyang's hair has turned completely white due to pain.
"Very good. Don't let him die. If he dies, where can I find a second Demon Saint as a source of nourishment?" Yu Kan said with a smile.
She looked at Guyang with satisfaction.
"You're fine. You are Guyang, a practitioner of Mo Yang Dafa. You are the overlord in the romantic field, the Taoist king among thousands of flowers. How many proud daughters of heaven are willing to die for you."
"You are so capable, you will definitely be able to get through it, I believe in you."
Gu Yang recovered from the severe pain, as if he had experienced a cruel torture that was worse than death, and his whole body and mind were whimpering and roaring.
For the first time, he felt that dying happily was actually such a happy thing.
Whenever he used the Magic Yang method to conquer those innocent women and turn them into extremely lowly slaves and cauldrons, he felt that his Taoist heart was becoming increasingly rounded.
That unparalleled sense of satisfaction, the power that dominates them all, the power that makes them surrender wholeheartedly, and sacrifice their souls and bodies, is so wonderful, so joyful, so intoxicating.
The beauties who died under him, including demons and humans, totaled not one thousand but eight hundred. He once planned to use the bones and souls of ten thousand beauties as sacrifices in this life to achieve his supreme path.
When he reaches the level of a great saint, he will be able to conquer most of the saint-level women from the four tribes and do something earth-shattering.
However, before his plan was fully implemented, he was found by a terrifying big man. That big man completely controlled him, killed all his ambitions, and turned himself into a dog.
But the terrifying big shot also gave him hope.
As long as you help the divine religion and be loyal to the divine religion, you will be able to achieve great success in the future.
But in the kingdom of women he weaves, he is God and the Word.
But now...
He became the food for a spider demon egg!
Guyang suddenly felt that he was a joke.
All his hard work, all his plans, and everything he had gained over the past thousand years were wiped out. And he himself... was a monk who was executed by soul-extraction, and I was afraid that his death would be more comfortable than his own.
Guyang couldn't do anything. He could only stare at Yu Yan with a malicious look filled with hatred.
It seems that the hatred for Yu Kuan will be carried into the next life.
Yu Yan seemed to be unable to see this crazy hatred, and she smiled gently at Guyang.
"Take good care of yourself, take good care of yourself." Yu Kuan was in a good mood.
When Yu Kuan left the stone room, he arrived at another, darker stone room, with a blond woman hanging in it.
The blonde woman was covered in blood, her aura was messy, and her blue eyes were now bleak.
Her hands were hanging on it, and her toes were touching the ground, as if she was hanging or standing.
Seeing Yu Kuan come in, the blond woman's eyes, which were dying, suddenly turned into a fierce look.
"Kill me, kill me... Damn it, I curse you! You have blasphemed the gods and insulted the noble blood-cultivating spirit!"
The blond woman with a tall nose and deep eyes cursed loudly, the nails on her hands swelled, and a violent blood flow filled her, as if she suddenly had powerful physical strength.
Her Shenzhou language was very blunt, and she didn't seem to be a creature of Shenzhou.
She looks like a human race, but she doesn't have the aura of a human race.
"Today, I'm going to extract her heart's blood." Yu Kuan said, "Her heart seems to be very special, so cut her heart into a piece, just a little, so as not to let her die."
A woman in a cloak said: "She calls herself a blood cultivator, and she claims to be a god. Then her weird power should come from blood."
"However, after taking blood yesterday, we found that her blood was different, but we didn't find out why it produced power."
"Today, I asked the Lord to take the blood and flesh of her heart. Do you think that her power comes from her heart?"
Yu Kuan stretched out her little hand and pressed the blond woman's heart, "Sister Huaying, her heart beats at a strange frequency, which is very different from ours, and her blood energy changes between beats."
"Our power comes from the Zi Mansion. I guess that the blood cultivator's power comes from the heart. Her heart is like a flesh and blood magic weapon."
"Of course, this is just my guess. After careful study of her painstaking efforts, you can draw a conclusion."
Yu Yan spoke as if the blond woman was nothing, "If there is no result, we will study her bone marrow and brain plasma. In short, it is certain that her strength and recovery ability must come from her flesh and blood."
"The most difficult thing to deal with this kind of monster is that it explodes so fast. Her minions are weapons, and there is no need to sacrifice or activate them."
Hua Ying said: "What your Lord said is absolutely true. She relied on her terrifying speed when she attacked Xingying before. No matter how fast we martial artists take action, we still need to use our mental skills or sacrifice magic weapons, and it always takes the blink of an eye.
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"But this monster attacks entirely with the power of flesh and blood, and its healing speed is also very powerful. When my subordinates found her, her injuries were actually healed."
"However, her cultivation method is very evil and vicious. She sucks blood, just like a vampire bat. Moreover, she cannot appear in the sun and seems to be very afraid of it."
Yu Kuan smiled and said: "No wonder it's called blood cultivation. It turns out to be blood-sucking cultivation. In this way, it actually relies on the spiritual blood of monks to strengthen itself. This kind of monster is like a parasite."
The blond woman said angrily: "You are the parasite! You are all! The great gods will come again! The light of the bloody God will cover everything, the cake seller!"
Yu Kuan narrowed his eyes, "You have a very tough mouth. Are you not familiar with Shenzhou? If you have a chance, you can ask around in the Central Territory. If you fall into my hands, Yu Kuan, no matter how tough your mouth is, there is no point."
After Yu Yan finished speaking, he ordered: "Search for souls."
"Yes." Hua Ying accepted the order and immediately searched for the blonde woman's soul.
"Ah" the blond woman's spiritual consciousness was pierced into the coffin. The severe pain from her soul was unbearable, and she screamed in pain.
The tremendous pain made this "god" incontinent.
Her blue eyes instantly turned blood red, and her fangs grew crazily, becoming as ferocious as a demon.
Yu Kuan smiled and cursed: "Damn it, you are so ugly."
The blood cultivator wailed for half an hour before Huaying ended the soul search.
"Lord, she comes from an extremely distant inanimate realm, from an underground sea in the inanimate realm. The underground sea is extremely vast, with many islands and many creatures with spiritual blood. The so-called blood cultivation relies on absorbing spiritual blood.
Blood, to strengthen yourself."
"The blood cultivator is a noble among the gods, also called the blood clan. They are monsters who are born with the ability to cultivate with blood. However, they can only move at night. The ancestor of the blood cultivator, called 'Gader', should be an ancient blood demon
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"The physical power of blood cultivators is very powerful, and they can also use magical blood to issue magic attacks. They call it bloodline superpowers."
"Cillalee's superpower is a metal melting technique. She can annihilate the enemy's metal weapons. When her subordinates captured her, the long sword was annihilated by her, and she turned it into a rain of needles to attack her subordinates.
, my subordinate finally relied on a stone magic weapon to defeat her."
"The blood cultivator is originally a human being, but it is a mutated human being, half human and half demon, neither human nor demon. The so-called god race is the human race that has fallen into self-destruction. They do not consider themselves human race, but claim to be the god race."
"Blood cultivators are also divided into seven levels, known as the seventh level of divine grade. Silali is a sixth-level advanced blood cultivator, with strength equivalent to that of a martial arts immortal. Her identity is a priest-bishop of the Blood Cross Sect, and there are a group of people above her.
Archbishop, the highest self-proclaimed pope."
"The people of the Blood Cross Cult claim to be messengers of the gods, and they also call themselves angels. They have ruled the Gods for many years..."
Yu Yan listened for a long time before understanding the general situation.
Got some understanding of this mysterious Blood Cross Cult.
This is a very powerful force.
They are very far away from here, and the journey is also very dangerous. Over the years, the Blood Cross Sect has sent many priests to the east, and most of the priests died on the road. Very few of them can come to the four eastern tribes.
They are here to "preach" secretly.
The so-called preaching sounds nice, but it is actually sucking blood.
Anyone bitten by an advanced blood cultivator of level 4 or above will turn into a bloodthirsty monster as long as they survive, their body will mutate, and even their consciousness will be slowly assimilated.
Therefore, the blood cultivators sent to the East to "preach" are all high-level blood cultivators with the power of "assimilation".
Over the past thousands of years, there have been dozens of high-level blood cultivators who have arrived in the Divine Continent one after another. They either "preach" by day or by night, or they practice various human skills and master the art of seizing bodies.
Seize human bodies and lurk in various major forces in disguise.
The Divine Continent is so vast and has such a huge population. It is really a mystery how many people have been secretly "assimilated" by the blood cultivator.
Those who came early have been here for more than a thousand years, and some have already blended into the upper echelons. Those who came late are only a few years old. This bishop named Hilary is the new one.
Her purpose is to contact all "missionaries" in the East with the Holy See's decree and form an underground church, with her serving as the bishop of the Eastern Diocese.
When the power of the underground church develops, it will help the Holy See slowly conquer the East.
Who would have thought that just a few years after arriving and just getting familiar with things in Shenzhou, she would become a prisoner.
Hua Ying said: "Your Majesty, although the Blood Cross Sect is far away in the world, its ambition is too crazy. Should such a big event be announced?"
Yu Kuan shook his head, "Don't be anxious, don't alert the enemy. The Blood Cross Cult has a lot of hidden power in Shenzhou. Not only must they be uprooted, but the waste must also be used."
"Waste recycling?" Hua Ying was puzzled.
Yu Kuan smiled and said: "Since the priests who came to Shenzhou didn't die on the way, they must be very strong. These high-level blood cultivators are the best materials for refining flesh and blood puppets."
Hua Ying also smiled, "Your Majesty is wise. Yes, they seem to be the best materials for refining flesh puppets. Dozens of high-level blood cultivators caught them and refined them into flesh puppets, and our high-end combat power was greatly increased.
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Yu Kuan asked: "How is the refining of the batch of martial arts masters and martial immortal masters from Meng Zhenhui?"
Hua Ying replied: "It is too difficult for a living person to refine flesh and blood puppets. Eighty percent of them have been refined to death, and only two martial arts puppets are left. Thirteen martial arts puppets are still being refined. This is because Jiang Ying is a weapon immortal, otherwise the two
There is none in Chengdu.”
Yu Yan nodded and said: "Twenty percent is not bad, at least it can add a group of powerful puppets. This Xi Lali is no longer useful. Send it to Jiang Ying and let her practice it to see how effective blood training is in making puppets.
"
In one sentence, Hilarie's fate was decided.
She will be used by Yu Kuan as the raw material for refining the flesh puppet.
Such genuine talent is of course extremely rare, so Yu Yan cherishes her very much.
"Cake seller! Cake seller!" The blond woman who turned into a green-faced fang screamed miserably, and the fierce and violent blood in her body was about to turn into reality, carrying an extremely evil aura.
Just like a humanoid monster.
Yu Yan smiled slightly and said, "I have been very good to you. Although your original consciousness will be annihilated after being refined into a flesh and blood puppet, your body and strength will not. Instead, it will be strengthened by the Taoist Master."
"So, you are not really dead, isn't it good?"
Hilarie's bloody eyes were about to bleed, and she looked up to the sky and yelled crazily: "Cake seller! Cake seller!"
Yu Kan shook his head, "I don't sell cakes."
………
Jiangshui, Shanling Island.
Jiang Yao went to this island and found that it was not a cemetery at all.
It can only be said that Jiang's tomb is just an embellishment between the mountains and rivers.
Because this Shanling Island is really too big.
It turns out that Shanling Island is the largest of the nine thousand islands in Jiangshui.
With a radius of thousands of miles, the area is equivalent to that of a Ding-level martial arts clan.
As a young man travels, he sees mountains and rivers that are magnificent, majestic, steaming clouds and clouds, deep and ancient, which is so true that it cannot be expressed in words.
There are obviously fairy mountains overseas, so why is this a cemetery of the Jiang family?
Ginger Yao stood on the green peak, looking back at the lakes and mountains, the water and the sky. In front, I looked at the springs, rocks, ponds, streams, valleys, caves and rocks. Looking around, the atmosphere was cool and unrestrained, and I suddenly felt that I was outside the world.
Jiang Yao lingered and walked slowly, walking along the path between springs and trees, witnessing strange flowers and rocks. Unconsciously, it was getting late and the sunset was shining on the peaks.
After a while, I saw a mountain city hovering on the top of a strange peak. However, this mountain city was ruined with battlements and was deserted. Under the setting sun, I felt desolate.
Under the steps of the mountain road, there are four words: Jiangling Mountain City.
This was the city that was dedicated to guarding the tombs on Shanling Island back then.
Jiang Yao stood on the collapsed tower and was independent for a long time.
In the field of vision, there is a deserted Liao Kui, the city is full of weeds, animals are in and out, and there is no trace of anyone.
In the city, many caves are still intact, but when the spiritual consciousness sweeps over them, they are full of bones, like ghosts.
As soon as Jiang Yao fell down, he came to the abandoned city lord's mansion.
The protective formation of the City Lord's Mansion had long since disappeared. Jiang Yao entered without any obstacles, just as night fell.
There were corpses everywhere in the huge city lord's palace. But this place was already the best place to rest for the night.
Jiang Yao found the most complete quiet room on a high platform, simply set up a low-level formation, used an invisibility charm, and rested here.
The young man took out a pot of spirit wine, a roasted spirit pheasant, and a plate of spirit beans, and began to drink for himself.
The bright moon rises impatiently like drinking wine.
The young man took a bite of meat, drank a glass of wine, looked up at the moon that happened to be here, and couldn't help chanting:
"Send away the setting sun and welcome the coming of the moon. A glass of wine in the deserted city, the bright light shines brightly. The starry sky collects the scenery, and the breeze moves the dream platform. If it is not a two-year-old flower, it is a reincarnated fetus."
Jiang Yao and Jiang Longcheng are like a two-flowered flower. Who is right and who is wrong, which is real and which is illusory? Jiang Yao is also a little confused.
The young man drank a few glasses of spiritual wine and was already slightly tipsy. He stood up and looked at the deserted city and mountain peaks under the moonlight, and couldn't help but feel excited.
It has been twenty years since I came to the real world.
"After twenty years in the Divine Continent, how can I ask the blue sky about the past? The road is as cold as the wind and waves, and the hard work is as salty as the tears in the sea. The grass covers the monument marks, the frost falls, the clouds are dark, the moon shadows are faint, and the sound of birds is muted. I don't share the dream of the rivers and lakes, I just think
Gu Hong looks towards Bi Yan."
Jiang Yao softly recited his new poem and drank another drink. The memories of the past came flooding back, and the alcohol was in full swing.
Soon, suddenly someone's voice came from the dark night, and it sounded like there were quite a lot of people.
Jiang Yao immediately held his breath and held his breath.
But I heard someone say: "This is really God's will. I don't want Jiang Shui to be safe. If we find Shen Nong's ocher whip, it will be a huge fortune. It will keep us safe for a hundred years."
Another person said: "Don't give too much hope. We are waiting for the tomb repair and pay attention to fate. The news of the ocher whip has been too long, how could we know that it was not here long ago?"
The other three people said: "Yes. This news has been reported for tens of thousands of years, and the ocher whip is probably no longer here. We can only try to give it a try, otherwise, the greater our hope, the greater our disappointment."
When Jiang Yao heard about the ocher whip, his heart suddenly moved.
He couldn't help but think of the ancient Chinese myth about Shennong, "Shennong's Whip and Hundreds of Herbs".
"Shen Nong's Whip and Baicao" tells the story of Shen Nong's whip medicine.
Shen Nong used an ocher whip to whip hundreds of grasses and sow hundreds of grains. With a crack of the whip, he knew the five elements of all plants, their properties of peace, poison, cold and warmth. Which plants can be used as medicine and which plants can be eaten are clearly known.
And that whip is called Shennong Zhe Whip.
Could it be that these people are here to look for Shennong Zhebian?
However, Shennong was a saint from ancient times. It must have been millions of years ago, regardless of current times. Even if he had a magic weapon called Zhenbian in such a long time, he would not leave it in his tomb.
Besides, if the Jiang family knew about such an important thing, how could they put it in the Shennong Tomb? If the Jiang family didn't know about it, then since the Jiang family didn't know about it, how could these tomb robbers know about it?
wrong.
When Jiang Yao thought of this, his heart suddenly moved, and he immediately overturned his inference.
Because, he himself was once a tomb robber.
From his experience, descendants of many families often do not know clearly about the lost ancestral relics of many families.
For example, "cultural relic scholars" must know more about the treasures left by the Qing palace in China than the descendants of the Manchu chieftains.
Without him, people just eat this bowl of rice. In this business, you must first master "cultural relic information", which is "profound knowledge" and "eight-sided wind". If you don't have the ability to detect secrets, do you know where there is something? Whose family
Got something?
Therefore, the descendants of Shennong may not know what happened tens of thousands of years ago, and the tomb robbers may not know it.
While Jiang Yao was thinking, he heard sounds in the empty courtyard, footsteps clattering, and a group of men in black filed in.
This was not the first time Jiang Yao had seen this group of people dressed up. They were from Onizukamen.
There are two major tomb repair sects in the Western Regions. Both of these sects were wiped out by warlords, leaving only remnants.
The remnants of Qiushantang have surrendered to Daming Mountain and have rarely been out in recent years. However, the remnants of Onizukamen are still working hard in the barren mountains and ridges.
Rumor has it that the master of Onizuka Gate is an expert in Feng Shui and a scholar of ancient history, but no one knows who he is.
Jiang Xiucheng was once the tomb builder of Onizukamon.
There are exactly ten tomb cultivators in this group of Onizuka Gate, nine of them are martial arts masters, and the leader is a martial arts master.
Obviously, they can form a formation that is enough to deal with any strong person below the level of Martial Immortal.
Wuzhen-level masters are already very rare among martial arts practitioners, and they are considered high-level monks wherever they go.
However, Onizuka Gate unexpectedly dispatched so many martial arts masters and a martial arts god at once, which shows that they are still not weak in strength and they attach great importance to this mission.
The leader, who was a martial arts god, came to a pavilion not far from Jiang Yao, directly placed food and wine on the table, and everyone sat around, chatting and drinking in low voices.
Moreover, they also used invisibility charms and silence spells.
But because Jiang Yao had discovered them a long time ago, he could still sense their words and deeds.
The leading brother whispered: "Most of the secret of Shennong's ocher whip is not even known by Jiang himself. This is the key to whether we can succeed."
"Among the four treasures of Emperor Shennong, the highest level is Shennong's World-Creating Cauldron, followed by Shennong's Taoist Fire, then Shennong's Ocher Whip, and finally the "Shennong's Pharmacopoeia"."
This warrior monk is a confidant of Onizuka Sect Master. He heard some things from the sect master who is knowledgeable in ancient history, so he knows a lot of things.
Even the big shots in the Wu family don't know much about this knowledge.
He continued:
"The Shen Nong World Creation Cauldron, the first of the Four Treasures, was probably sunk by the Jiang family into the bottom of the Jiang River. It is very difficult to find. I don't know if the forces that destroyed the Jiang family back then succeeded."
"The third-ranked Shennong Whip is said to be far less important than Shennong's World-Creating Cauldron, and not as important as Shennong's Taoist Fire, but it is also an incredible acquired spiritual treasure."
"It is said that this thing can change the properties of grass and trees, turn flowers into grass, simplify things into complexity, change bad things into good things, replace old things with new things, and can also make the grains abundant and the grass and trees moist... There are many kinds of magic, too numerous to mention, and it can be said to be a creature of creation.
"
This was the first time that everyone knew such detailed information. One of them asked: "Master Shanzhang, if Shennong's whip is really in Shennong's tomb, why didn't Jiang take it away?"
The mountain chief smiled and said: "When did I say that Shennong's ocher whip is in Shennong's tomb?"
What?
Not in Shennong's Tomb?
Everyone understands that the previous location was a misleading fake location with the purpose of keeping it secret.
Now that we have arrived at Shanling Island, the real location is about to be announced.
Sure enough, the mountain chief who cultivated himself as a martial god solemnly said: "The ocher whip of Shennong is not in the tomb, but... a tree!"
What?
Is Shennong's ocher whip a tree?
Not only were the nine Wuzhen tomb cultivators surprised by this statement, but even Jiang Yao was also greatly surprised.
Shennong's ocher whip, as the name suggests, is of course a red whip. This is the same as the Chinese legend. I don't know what the relationship between this world and China is.
But he didn't expect that Shennong's ocher whip was a tree.
But I heard the mountain chief explain: "Shen Nong's whip was originally made from the branches of a Hongmeng red tree. The sect leader said that this red tree is called Ruomu, and it is one of the sacred trees of heaven and earth."
"It is said that Emperor Shen Nong ascended with nothing, without any treasures. His Shen Nong Whip was inserted into the place where he ascended and turned into a tree."
"Although the Shennong Whip is a magic weapon that the emperor refined from the branches of Ruomu, it is not Ruomu itself after all, and it has gone through complicated refining, so it cannot grow into a new Ruomu, but will become a unique and strange tree.
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"However, this tree must be very ancient and very magical. As long as we find this ancient tree, we can find Shennong's Whip."
"One more thing, the sect owner said that the tree may not be growing upward, but it may be growing downward. If it were growing upward like other trees, it would have been discovered long ago, and it would not be our turn."
"Only if it grows downward, into the ground, and never sees the light of day, can it survive until now."