There were hundreds of thousands of cultivators, and the blood was surging. Countless gray mist adhered to the blood pool, and it seemed that one could faintly hear the howls and screams of countless wronged souls among them.
In the center of the blood pool, a simple and heavy altar made entirely of bluestone was placed on the bottom of the pool. It was covered with countless mysterious runes. On the altar, an old man who looked shriveled and thin sat cross-legged and pinched his hands.
A very strange seal appeared, motionless, like a sculpture.
The old man in front of him is wearing a black robe, with strange and complicated black and white patterns on his face, and a bulge on his forehead. But the strange thing is that the old man seems to have lost his vitality, and there is no trace of life in him, if not for the occasional trace of soul.
Fluctuating, it is not an exaggeration to say that there is a corpse in front of me.
This figure is none other than the Xiaotian ancestor of the Biao clan. He had reached the peak of the Demon Infant six hundred years ago, but his attempt to break through to the realm of god transformation ended in failure three hundred years ago. Even so, this demon
Zu Ye used heaven-defying means to preserve a trace of his immortal soul and immortality.
Since the Xiaotian Demon Ancestor failed to break through the realm and fell into the current state of immortality, the Biao clan has also completely declined. They have been suppressed and ostracized by the other demon clans openly and covertly. Perhaps they are afraid of the Xiaotian who has not yet been extinct.
The ancestor may have other concerns, but the other monsters are still restrained.
It's just that since three hundred years ago, there has never been a strong person in the Biao clan who can reach the realm of the demon infant. Even now, among the entire clan, there is only one who can reach the ninth level, Xiao Yao King.
The deal between the Biao clan and the Holy Demon Sect this time was probably a desperate act out of desperation.
Around the blood pool, hundreds of tigers looked at the central altar with curiosity, fear, or hope. Occasionally, two roars came out, but the Howling Demon King who was sitting on the boulder not far away had his eyes slightly closed, as if
Waiting for something.
About an hour later, the Xiao Demon King, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and laughed, "Brother in green robe is back. I'm ready here. When can we start?"
Before the Demon King Xiao finished speaking, a dim light had already fallen in front of him. The light shrank and turned into the appearance of a green zombie. He threw Kong Laosan aside and the next moment his eyes were fixed on the blood pool in front of him. To be precise,
, should be fixed on the Howling Sky Demon Ancestor in the center of the blood pool.
"Hehe, now that everything is ready, of course the sooner we start, the better."
The green zombie old monster said, his nose twitched unconsciously twice, and his old face suddenly sank, "Did the demon king forget something? There is enough human blood in this blood pool, but there is still a shortfall of three hundred tigers."
The blood soul of this clan..."
Having said this, the green zombie old monster suddenly laughed twice, glanced in the direction of the Howling Demon King, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Since the Demon King can't bear to do it, I will do it for you!"
As soon as the old green zombie finished speaking, he did not give the opposite side the Howling Demon King a chance to speak. As he waved his withered claws, countless dense and extremely slender gray-white air threads lingered around him. Before the monster beasts around him could react,
Suddenly, the sound of "Puff, Puff, Puff" kept sounding, and in just three breaths, the entire platform was covered by a layer of extremely thick blood mist.
It was only at this moment that the Biao clan who had been watching around seemed to realize. For a moment, countless panicked roars and roars of tigers spread throughout the Howling Valley, and they all rushed towards the outside of the platform.
"Bold?!"
The Howling Demon King roared angrily, stretched out his three-foot body, roared angrily, and punched in the direction of the old green zombie without thinking.
"Ha...Brother Xiao, what are you doing? Don't you want the Demon Ancestor to be resurrected? Or are you willing to watch your Biao clan completely become the history of the Demon Clan?"
The green-zombified old monster sneered, ignoring the incoming tiger fist. With a gentle flick of his palm towards the void, the blood mist that was originally scattered around seemed to be pulled by some force, like raindrops, all directed towards the blood.
Gathered together in the pool.
Hearing what the green zombie old monster said, the originally angry Xiao Demon King twitched his face fiercely, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes. Then he snorted coldly and withdrew his fist, but his tone was still unkind, "Now that things are already like this
That’s all, I won’t say anything more, but there is something wrong with what happens next, hum!”
As the Howling Demon King said, he lightly tapped his tiger finger in the direction of the green zombie. A trace of black light flashed between his fingers. However, the next moment, the originally impatient look on the Howling Demon King's face gradually changed.
, the boss with a pair of tiger-like eyes looked at the old green zombie as if he had seen a ghost, "You...what are you doing?"
"Jiejie, is this what you're talking about?"
As the green zombie old monster spoke, he opened his palms, and a ball of gray spiritual energy wrapped around a wind that was about the size of a baby's hand. A strange and extremely playful look flashed across his face.
"It's just a mere wind, but you still want to control me, and you don't overestimate your own abilities!"
At this point, the old green zombie who had only shown the early stage of pill formation suddenly became more powerful. At the same time, an overwhelming coercion was pressed towards the direction of the Xiao Demon King.
"Old monster Yuanying?! Are you the old monster Yuanying of the human race? What is your purpose in infiltrating our monster clan?"
The Howling Demon King's face was full of disbelief, and there was deep fear in his voice.
"I just want to enter the mysterious demon sanctuary. As for the purpose, you will know it soon!"
As the green-zombified old monster spoke, his fingers suddenly pointed towards the void, and a line of gray-white energy condensed and was directly imprinted on the Xiao Demon King. At the same time as this breath fell, the latter seemed to have been severely injured.
, even the orcs can't maintain it. With a cry, three feet
The body reshaped into Biao's original form.
"You stay here well first, and I will give you a future when I come out!"
The green zombie old monster said, without any further hesitation, he waved his palms and completely imprisoned the entire platform. He dropped his body to the edge of the blood pool and sat cross-legged.
With a slap of his palm, countless spiritual pills and pills appeared around the side. After a rough sweep, there were nearly a thousand kinds. The old green monster was not polite and directly waved his hand. These pills and spiritual pills were wrapped in a spiritual light.
, plunged headlong into the blood pool.
After doing this, the old monster with green zombies closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, quietly motionless, as if waiting for something. This state lasted for three full days.
…
At this moment, Kong Laosan's soul was closed and imprisoned, and he could only observe with his eyes. Despite this, Kong Laosan still noticed a clue. In the blood pool that was originally extremely calm, a trace of energy suddenly appeared.
The gas continued to evaporate, and countless bubbles bursting out of the blood pool with a "gurgling" sound. This scene was like boiling water, giving people an extremely weird feeling.
Just as the blood pool was boiling, the originally ordinary bluestone altar in the center was filled with a strange suction force, and traces of blood were gradually surrounding the altar like tentacles.
Two days later, the original bluestone altar was gradually covered with a layer of blood, and as time passed, Ancestor Xiaotian in the center of the altar was also covered by countless small, silky tentacles, and the entire body seemed to be covered with a sparse layer of blood.
Silkworm cocoon looks weird and mysterious.
This scene lasted for nearly more than a month. When the last drop of blood in the blood pool was completely turned into a cocoon, only those gray and mist-like chaotic souls remained in the entire blood pool. But at this moment, all the attention was focused on
The old green zombie on the altar of the Xiaotian Demon Ancestor did not notice that as Kong Laosan opened his mouth, the power of the soul that had been recovered from Wen Hao's body disappeared within it and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Jie Jie, this one is much stronger than this one of mine. When I swallow the last trace of the original soul of the Xiaotian Demon Ancestor and enter the demon transformation pool of the Xuan Demon Sanctuary, the soul will be completely integrated and reach the peak of Nascent Soul.
, The world is so big, there is nowhere else I can’t go to? Hahahaha..."
As if thinking of the unparalleled grace that he wielded across the world, even the green zombie, who had always been scheming and cunning as a fox, couldn't help but feel a little carried away at this moment.
When the mood calmed down, the old green monster suddenly let out a weird laugh, and his whole body expanded instantly. The originally shriveled shape seemed to be inflated, with green lines lingering around it. At the same time, a blue light flashed slightly in his eyes.
, he opened his mouth wide, and a small, gray and white figure the size of a palm flew out of the mouth and fell steadily towards the center of the blood pool in the direction of the Xiaotian Demon Ancestor.