Chapter 330

The rapid fall of one Great Shaman made all the Great Shamans terrified and no longer reserved.

A blood mist exploded on one Great Shaman, instantly shrouding the True Person Chuhe, burning the True Person until he wailed. The snake and the opposing Great Shaman fought each other, both sides had damage to their Dharma bodies, and that Great Shaman took the opportunity to escape.

The cat acted like electricity, avoiding the opponent's full-force strike, and returned two claws, scratching the Great Shaman back to its original place.

Little Wei Yuan drove away Shui and suddenly returned. Shui immediately secretly called it bad, wanting to turn back and fight again, but Little Wei Yuan had already returned to the domain, and his flight speed increased sharply.

Relying on combat instinct, Little Wei Yuan ignored the True Person Chuhe whose aura was dropping rapidly, but pounced on the Great Shaman who was entangled with the cat.

That Great Shaman was already at a disadvantage; its body was huge, and its movements were not particularly fast or flexible. Seeing Little Wei Yuan killing it, it was shocked. But just as it was about to flee, four immortal swords fell around it. Zhang Sheng and Little Wei Yuan chose to kill the weakest first by coincidence.

This Great Shaman was covered in heavy armor like an insect, its life was thick, and its defense was extremely strong. Zhang Sheng's four swords fell together, but only shaved off half of its vitality.

The cat used all its strength for two claws, but only barely scratched the armor.

Little Wei Yuan took out the Scarlet Night Immortal-Slaying Sword; the slender immortal sword suddenly felt as if it had the weight of ten thousand jun in his hands! Little Wei Yuan held the immortal sword upside down and inserted it into the void in front of him, like inserting a mountain peak.

The Great Shaman's heart alarm was so strong it was about to explode; it wanted to escape regardless of everything, but as Little Wei Yuan's immortal sword fell, the Great Shaman's body became heavier and heavier, and in the blink of an eye, it was as if it were carrying a giant rock of several hundred thousand jin on its back.

The Scarlet Night Immortal-Slaying Sword finally inserted straight into the void, Little Wei Yuan flicked his finger on the sword, using 'End of Wan Shi' for the first time.

Invisible sword intent shrouded the Great Shaman, instantly covering its entire body armor with fine, shattered cracks, and it wasn't just the surface that was like this; the inside of its body was also full of cracks, and it was already a mess!

Little Wei Yuan severely injured the Great Shaman with a move of 'End of Wan Shi' of which he had only obtained the fur, and then held the 'Immaculate Pure Heshan' in his hand, blasted out with a spear, directly piercing through the Great Shaman, opening a large hole in the middle of its body.

Seeing that the Great Shaman was breathing its last, Little Wei Yuan grabbed the Great Shaman and threw it toward the Cui family members with force.

As a result, the Great Shaman's body bounced violently in mid-air, the direction changed slightly, and it smashed directly into the Cui family members, scaring the group of playboys into chaos, fleeing in all directions, and forgetting all their Daoist magic.

It was just that the Great Shaman was already like a candle in the wind after successive severe injuries, and the killing power of 'End of Wan Shi' was even more unimaginable; it had already died before landing.

Little Wei Yuan couldn't care about the annoyance of not being able to sell the Heavenly Merit, and instead flew at full speed toward the rear of Wucheng, then ordered the elite troops of ten thousand on the left and right to detour to the rear of Wucheng and block the Shaman tribe's retreat first.

Little Wei Yuan flew to the rendezvous point, holding the 'Immaculate Pure Heshan' and confronting the three Great Shamans. Although Little Wei Yuan was one against three, he was not afraid at all. He just wouldn't leave the domain, and the three Great Shamans didn't dare to enter.

There were no Great Shamans in Wucheng; at this moment, it was a group of dragons without a leader, so the array orbital cannons began to bombard again; now they were all loaded with shells filled with gunpowder.

Explosions continued one after another in Wucheng, and bricks, wood, and Shaman corpses flew everywhere, as if it were the end of the world.

This round of shelling concentrated on the city walls; all the small steel cylinders were operated by monks, the landing points were precise, and they exploded wherever there were many people. The Shaman tribe on the city walls couldn't even lift their heads, and the casualties were heavy.

In the violent bombardment, three human elite troops approached the city walls. The Shaman tribe on the city walls was blown to pieces, and not many arrow rains fell.

In the blink of an eye, the domain troops approached within ten zhang, first using gunpowder to bombard the Shaman tribe who dared to show their heads on the city walls, sweeping away the archers, and then many soldiers leaped up and jumped directly onto the city walls several zhang high!

Now Wucheng was also within the domain, and the siege soldiers could all be blessed with 'Moments of All Living Beings', and in an instant, their strength soared, each one like a god or demon.

Among the soldiers climbing the city, there were a large number of Dao Foundation monks, and with the blessing of 'Moments of All Living Beings', even if they only cultivated the Immortal Sword False Sun, they were still slaughtering the Shaman tribe who only had Body Forging.

At this time, there were no Great Shamans in the Shaman tribe; as the True Person Chuhe flew to the city walls, the pressure of the Dharma Form True Person was released unscrupulously, and the morale of the Shaman tribe finally collapsed, and they began to flee in all directions. Many Shaman tribes ran toward the Ximen, while the physically strong Shaman tribes simply jumped off the city walls and fled into the wilderness.

Soon all three siege armies occupied the corresponding city gates and began to clear out the Shaman tribe in the city.

And the retreat of the Shaman tribe leaving the city from the Ximen had already been blocked by the two thousand elites personally led by Little Wei Yuan.

The bloody battle lasted from noon until dusk, and finally ended with a large number of Shaman tribes fleeing into the wilderness.

In this battle, more than sixty thousand Shaman tribes died in battle, more than half of whom died from artillery coverage, and less than half actually died under swords and Daoist techniques.

In addition, eleven thousand Shaman tribes were captured, basically all civilians. It was a pity that more than ten thousand Shaman tribes still fled into the wilderness. Little Wei Yuan only chased to the edge of the domain and stopped chasing. Once out of the domain, it was the Shaman Domain, and 'Moments of All Living Beings' could not be used; with the rise and fall of each other, the human race instead became the weaker side, and chasing again was very dangerous.

The three Great Shamans saw that the situation was not feasible and had already retreated.

Little Wei Yuan returned to Wucheng, ordered the troops to clear out the remaining enemies in the city, and he himself came to the Great Altar in the city.

After several months of operation, the Great Altar in the city already had a considerable scale, a hundred zhang in radius and fifty zhang high. A magnificent temple was also built to the north of the altar. At this time, the battle in the temple had not ended, and many Shaman warriors and their personal guards and dead soldiers were hidden inside.

The disciples of the Tianqing Hall were almost all fighting in the temple at this moment; they led hundreds of Dao Foundation monks, fighting and contending room by room, pressing the remaining enemies to the rear of the temple, and slaughtering them all.

In terms of killing, the Tianqing Hall disciples were still quite fierce and naturally liked fighting. Attacking the temple was actually quite dangerous; after the battle, almost every Tianqing Hall disciple was injured, and one of them even had an arm burned off by Shaman magic.

Limbs destroyed by Shaman magic were truly destroyed; even if they were reborn with Daoist magic in the future, they would have to be cultivated again.

Only sporadic fighting remained in the city, and Little Wei Yuan stood in the center of the altar. In front of him was a huge array, the array patterns of which were all cast from metal. In the center of the array was a hole, inside which was embedded a section of flesh like a lizard's tail, still wriggling constantly, trying to struggle out.

Awoo! A giant cat like a small mountain descended from the sky, expressing its opinion: braised.

The snake appeared immediately, insisting on slicing it and eating it raw with dipping sauce, and the reason was also very sufficient: good ingredients should be eaten for their original taste. The True Person Chuhe landed and suggested eating half raw and half braised, as indecisive as ever.

This section of flesh was a section of Great Shaman Shui's body, a full half-zhang thick; he didn't know how much was left inside the altar. Great Shaman Shui's Dharma body was like a giant snake; when he saw Little Wei Yuan, he desperately pulled out more than ten zhang, but he really didn't have time to escape, so he ruthlessly cut off the remaining part and ran away.

Little Wei Yuan summoned several monks, hooked the flesh with giant hooks, and pulled it out bit by bit; it was actually five zhang long!

To say who was good at dealing with Great Shaman flesh, it had to be the old Daoist Chuhe and Sun Yu of the Xuanming Hall. Little Wei Yuan handed this section of flesh to Chuhe, grabbed the copper rings cast on the ground array patterns himself, exhaled and shouted, pulled with force, and lifted the ten-thousand-jin array hub, revealing the entrance leading downward.

The altar was the most sacred place of the Shaman tribe and was not allowed to be stepped on by ordinary Shaman tribes; only Great Shamans and a very small number of Shaman warriors with noble blood could enter the interior of the altar.

Little Wei Yuan walked into the entrance and went downward along the stairs. This was the first time he had obtained a complete large altar.

The interior of the altar was hollow, and the four walls were wall lamps lit by magic power, illuminating the interior brightly. The four walls of the altar were vertical array patterns, and there were also array patterns on the ground. This three-dimensional array structure similar to a cage was unique to the Shaman tribe; the human race had always tried to imitate it but was unsuccessful and could only construct some shallow three-dimensional arrays.

Multiple grooves were carved on the ground, leading blood into the blood pool in the center. A blood lotus was cultivated in the center of the blood pool, and several lotus leaves had already grown.

Rows of sacrificial tables were set up along the walls inside the altar; the sacrificial tables could automatically extract blood from the blood pool, continuously transform it, and disperse it into heaven and earth, and then heaven and earth would feed back sacrificial power, stored in the altar array.

Little Wei Yuan flicked his fingers to shoot out water blade balls, destroying the sacrificial tables, and the entire altar made a buzzing sound, and the operation finally stopped.

Once the altar stopped, countless human white bones floated up in the blood pool, and the gushing blood energy was as thick as substance. More massive resentment emerged, gradually dispersing into heaven and earth.

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After dealing with the sacrificial tables, Little Wei Yuan invited the True Person Chuhe to ask what the blood lotus in the pool was.

As soon as the True Person Chuhe saw the blood lotus, he couldn't move his feet.

He walked around the blood pool and said: "This should be the Mola Blood Lotus, born in extremely evil and wicked places, born in places where killing intent is nurtured, but it can swallow and spit out the purest heaven and earth vitality. Look!"

The True Person Chuhe reached out and patted the blood in the pool, and a ripple immediately swayed. As the pool water fluctuated, fierce energy sprayed out from the water, all absorbed by the lotus leaves, and then wisps of vitality overflowed from the lotus leaves.

"In the past, when we obtained blood lotus, we often put it into fierce and desperate places, and after a few hundred years, the desperate places could slowly transform into blessed places. Besides that, the Great Baohua Pure Heshan has a merit lotus pond where this kind of blood lotus can also be planted, which can accumulate blessings and change luck. This Mola Blood Lotus is a rare treasure for transforming luck!"

"Why does the Shaman tribe want to plant it?" Little Wei Yuan asked. The Mola Blood Lotus seemed to be useful only to the human race.

"The Shaman tribe sacrifices humans to heaven, and the resentment generated by this is no small matter; after a long time, the Great Shamans presiding over the sacrifices will be entangled with karmic obstacles, and they will encounter extra dangers when breaking through levels. The blood lotus can transform resentment and blood energy into heaven and earth vitality, which is a must-have for the Shaman tribe's Great Altar. Haha, this thing is a top-grade spiritual plant; after cultivating for more than five hundred years, it has a chance to advance to an immortal plant. I will collect it in a moment and transplant it to Qingming; I think the piece of land between Sun Yu's courtyard and the mortuary is not bad, the resentment is enough. It's just that it needs a small amount of Underworld Soil, so Junior Nephew needs to pay more attention to searching."

"Then I will trouble the True Person."

After destroying the altar, the Shaman tribe in the city was instantly weakened by one level, and the clearing activities went very smoothly. At this time, Ren Suxing hurried over, hesitated when he saw Little Wei Yuan, but still bowed and said: "We found a camp where sacrifices were held, please ask the Domain Lord to go over and deal with it."

Although Ren Suxing's bow was still stiff and reluctant, it was a world of difference compared to when he first arrived, so Little Wei Yuan followed him to a camp in the northwest corner of the city. The camp was walled with stone, and it actually held ten thousand people!

These people were all very young, but tall and sturdy, looking as if they were brothers and sisters from the same parents, and they all looked very similar to each other.

Little Wei Yuan knew at a glance that these people were sacrifices cultivated by the Shaman tribe themselves; this batch was of quite high quality, and each of them had the strength of the perfection of Blood Merging, and their overall strength was one level stronger than the teenagers Little Wei Yuan had collected from the cave heaven.

When Little Wei Yuan walked into the courtyard, all the sacrifices turned their heads to look at Little Wei Yuan, their faces calm. They seemed not to know what fear and terror were, nor did they have curiosity, just staying there quietly.

"Uncle-Master Sun, can these people be saved?" Little Wei Yuan asked.

Sun Yu pulled up a tall teenager, checked his whole body, took out a slip of paper and let him hold it in his mouth, and took it out a moment later.

Sun Yu looked at the color on the slip of paper and said: "It's about what I thought; they look tall, but they are actually under ten years old, which is the time when their vitality and soul power are most vigorous. This batch is top-grade sacrifices, so the Shaman tribe also fed them good medicine; their soul bodies and consciousness have no damage, and they only need to rest for a period of time to recover their emotions."

"Can they fight?" Little Wei Yuan asked.

"They can't fight now; they have no emotions, don't know fear, and don't even have instincts. If they go to the battlefield, the losses will be very large, and the gains won't make up for the losses. But work is no problem."

"That's good." Little Wei Yuan nodded.

Wucheng was built according to the standard of sixty thousand civilians; the huge city had already built a prototype, and clearing out remaining enemies, counting supplies, etc., would take several days, and whether to keep or destroy this city also needed to be carefully weighed.

Little Wei Yuan left the troops to handle the aftermath and returned to the domain first.

Just as he flew out of Wucheng, Little Wei Yuan's sea of consciousness suddenly shook, and the ten thousand li of mountains and rivers gushed out a piece of clear energy, merging into the dark red firmament!

Subsequently, a light spiritual rain began to fall in the sky, and the vitality of the earth sprouted, with many green buds emerging, and these green buds had no correspondence in the domain. As the spiritual rain continued to fall, the color of the firmament also faded slightly, turning from dark red to light red.

Occupying the Shaman tribe with a population of thirty thousand and destroying the core altar was a great victory even in the whole of Western Jin, so part of the national fortune was refined.

After refining the national fortune, Little Wei Yuan felt that the speed of the ten thousand li of mountains and rivers swallowing vitality had accelerated again. The original progress of one year was four squares, and after obtaining the national fortune, it became five squares, and now it was five and a half squares. If one counted the spiritual energy contributed when various spiritual plants matured, the time Little Wei Yuan needed to complete the middle stage of Dao Foundation was only ten years left.

(End of chapter)