"Destroy the Realm Lord, Tu Ling Clan, and Gantian God Sect for thousands of years!!"
In the center of Qingcang, there is a barren mountain between Longyuan Sword Tomb and Shenwu Emperor Dynasty.
I saw figures in black cloaks standing on the top of the mountain, holding a fist above their heads and shouting loudly.
There is a gloomy aura in these people, and they are obviously what the world calls evil spirits.
And the location of this barren mountain was really cleverly chosen.
Longyuan Sword Tomb has always ignored the secular world, and the world will not be destroyed, and the seven swords will not come out.
And the Shenwu Emperor was the supreme power with the largest territory. A barren mountain would not be noticed by the Emperor at all.
"The Heavenly Demon has appeared, and the opportunity for the rise of our Gantian God Sect has come! Now, I inherit the will of the Heavenly Demon and come to Qingcang, just to lead you to unify the nine heavens and kill the gods and immortals!!"
At this time, on the top of the mountain, a tall figure in a blood-colored cloak roared angrily. His body was filled with blood, and even his eyes were a strange blood color. He was actually a strong man in the Holy Realm.
"The leader is so powerful that I will follow you to the death!"
"Okay! Hand over all the blood spirits you collected."
The blood-robed figure nodded slightly, waved his palm, and a black cauldron suddenly appeared in the void.
The figures in black robes stepped forward one by one, took out various bottles and containers from the Qiankun bag, and poured them into the cauldron.
A strong smell of blood filled the air, like purgatory on earth.
Among the crowd, Chen Qingshan and Dream Demon were both dressed in black robes, worshiping the blood spirits.
After a long while, the blood-robed figure put away the cauldron with satisfaction, waved the crowd away, and walked deep into the barren mountain.
"Holy Infant, the offering has arrived."
It wasn't until his figure appeared in front of a dark cave in the mountain that he bowed and took out the cauldron. There seemed to be a trace of anxiety on his face.
"come in."
In the cave, an eerie child's voice suddenly sounded.
A look of fear suddenly appeared on the face of the blood-robed figure, but in the end he did not dare to show any disobedience and stepped into it with the giant cauldron in his arms.
"Buzz."
In the cave, a spiritual light suddenly bloomed.
At the entrance, there seemed to be a formation barrier quietly dispersing, and the rich smell of blood rushed towards the face, which was nauseating.
"Holy Infant."
The blood-robed saint bowed down, not daring to raise his head and look directly at the figure in the cave.
At this moment, at the end of the cave, there was a pool of blood rippling with brilliance.
And beside the blood pool, a thin figure stood with his hands behind his back. He was also wearing a blood robe, and he was actually a child of four or five years old.
It's just that there is no trace of innocence on this child's face, but a sinister and vicissitudes of smile.
"A Gan, how are you doing with the Pluto Technique I taught you?"
"Back to Holy Infant, I have reached the third level."
The tone of the Blood-robed Saint Realm was humble and even slightly panicked.
Although!!
The child in front of him had not yet entered the holy realm in terms of cultivation, but his skills and knowledge astonished even the blood-robed saint.
That's right, this person is none other than the leader of the Gantian Cult in the southern border of the Holy State.
The skills he practiced were taught by the Holy Infant, and he was guided to ascend from the Holy State to find the true spirit of the Nether Clan.
When the leader of the Gantian cult ascended to Qingcang, he was only at the ninth level of the God Emperor.
But in just a few hundred years, he stepped into the holy realm after being baptized in the blood realm again and again.
This speed is terrifying.
You must know that in the entire Qingcang world, only a few people have become saints in the past five hundred years, and they are all descendants of various supreme sects and ancient immortal clans.
only!!
Improving your cultivation level so quickly naturally has its drawbacks.
The Immovable Pluto Technique uses the blood and spirit of death as a guide to transform into a nether body and achieve immortality.
Once the blood spirit is insufficient, it will be counterattacked by the underworld, and it will be painful to live.
Nowadays, all members of the Gantian Divine Sect have been taught the divine secrets, and their cultivation has improved rapidly.
However, if you want to suppress the backlash, you must surrender to the Holy Child and be baptized by Him. Only then can you get rid of the pain and see eternal life in reincarnation.
In other words, the Holy Infant is the real god in the eyes of those who have practiced the Pluto Technique.
The kind of pain that gnaws at the heart and rots the bones is something no flesh and blood creature can bear.
But... there are always some greedy people in this world.
If you don't have the ultimate talent and want to reach the pinnacle of heaven and earth, you can only find another way and practice evil arts.
"That's right! As long as you help me with peace of mind, sooner or later you will step into the Supreme Being and become the true form of Pluto."
The Holy Infant smiled sinisterly, and blood lines seemed to appear in his eyes, "Have you found the trace of the demon?"
"Not yet, but it is said that a few days ago, the Heavenly Demon appeared in the Tianmuye Clan, and was severely injured by the young master of the Realm Master Palace and the young master of the Ling Clan, and was never heard from again."
"Hehehehe, it seems that today's demons are no longer as brave as they used to be. This is our chance."
The Holy Infant sneered, and there was an indescribable evil gloom on his young and pale face.
"We have been dormant for hundreds of years and have 3,000 followers. Now that the demon appears and slaughters living beings in the name of the demon, even those ancient immortal tribes and the supreme sect will only focus on the demon and never think of it.
We are the real evil!"
"The Holy Infant is wise!"
"As long as this holy infant completes the blood sacrifice of all spirits and enters the holy realm, he can use the Heart Secret of Hades as a guide to find the place where our clan is sealed. When the time comes, my blood boy will release the Nether clan, and this world of Qing Cang will be completely destroyed.
If it falls into the hands of our clan, you and the three thousand followers will be the great contributors!"
The blood boy's holy voice spoke in a high-pitched tone, and he spoke such domineering words in a child's voice, which really seemed a bit strange.
"Holy Infant...if the devil knew about this...would..."
The leader of Gantian Cult looked slightly condensed, and he was somewhat frightened in his heart.
The ancient demons are taboo in the nine heavens.
Although the Holy Infant has powerful abilities and is a member of the underworld, once the demon comes, how will they... be able to withstand its wrath?
"What are you afraid of! In the ancient times, our clan was also a powerful clan in the world. Although it is sealed by the immortal clan, the background is still there. The Heavenly Demon Palace has been destroyed in the long river of time. If this demon still has the strength of the past, how can it be defeated by two young people?
Young people join forces to inflict serious damage? If he dares to come, I will ask him to surrender to me!"
The blood boy Holy Infant snorted coldly, looking domineering like no other in the world.
"Holy Infant Tianwei."
"Okay, let's go down and continue to look for people who are related to my Nether Clan, and...tell the three thousand followers so that they don't have to cover up their whereabouts and collect the blood spirits as soon as possible in the name of the demon!"
"yes!"
Finally, the Gantian leader bowed, poured the blood spirit in the cauldron into the pool, and turned around.
It wasn't until he walked away that the blood boy Holy Infant's eyes flashed with sarcasm, "Humph, this humble human race is only worthy of being a sacrifice to my Nether Race."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the bloody robe around him fall away, and he walked into the pool of blood.
Suddenly, the blood pool surged, and the endless blood turned into mist, shrouding his figure.
Above his head, there was a faint shadow stepping out of the air, looking ferocious.
Between the eyebrows, a blood-colored mark shone with aura, like the eyes of the god of Hades, emitting a heart-stopping evil fluctuation.
"Demon, haha, this life should be the prosperous age of our Nether Clan! When I control the Pluto Divine Seal and lead my clan back, you will all become stepping stones on my Nether Clan's way to heaven!!"